Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

Dumbledore was just about to rise from his desk to head to the Great Hall, after he'd heavily warded his new office to stop Harry Potter from being able to leave again when he turned up, when the portkey began to arrive five feet in front of his desk.

With a pleased little start he quickly sat back on his office chair and adopted a mien of pleasant but firm statesmanship. 'Perfect timing,' he thought.

With a massive twirl the portkey finished arriving. But, instead of Harry Potter standing there, there was the owl he sent and a house elf holding the letter, who'd just released the owl.

As he jumped forward to his feet in shock from his chair, the house elf glared at him, snapped its fingers and he found himself flung back into the wall behind his desk as if banished.

By the time he managed to climb back to his feet from where he landed sprawled on his side against the wall, the house elf was gone. Only the owl remained as it flew about the ceiling of the room, looking for a way to get out.

"Nooo!" he cried.

Yet another plan for that boy suddenly going up in smoke. This time, interfered with by a house elf, of all beings!

With a cry of rage he snatched his wand out of his belt and sent a blasting curse at one of the few armchairs he'd managed to get into the small room. It shattered into bits as splinters of wood and wire bounced off the walls and bookcase, with stuffing flung into the air of the room. It was his favourite chair, other than his now gone 'throne' from the Great Hall.

Glaring back at it and slamming his Occlumency barriers closed he had to take a few moments to get his breathing back under control before he called for an elf.

"Clean that up!" he snapped, viciously gesturing to the now pile of scrap.

As the elf banished the remains of the chair, he stormed out of the room. The owl used the opportunity of the open door to fly out after him.

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Back at the Grangers, as those around the dinette were calming down, there was a crack of displaced air as Dobby appeared back on the table. He was still holding the letter.

"Dobby!" Harry exclaimed in relief.

As everyone whirled on him he was a moment before he held out the letter to Harry. "Dobby be sorry, Great Master Harry Potter, Sir," he quietly said. "Dobby did yell at Master Harry Potter, Sir, when Dobby sees Master Harry reach for magicked letter. Dobby had to stop Master Harry from touching bad magicked letter."

"Dobby, it's fine!" said Harry. "You did a very good job!"

"Dobby, I take it you rode the portkey all the way to its destination?" asked the senior auror, jumping in.

"Yes, Miss Auror Watkinsy," replied Dobby. "Dobby be taken by magics to old Perfesser Whiskerses new office in Hoggywarts. Dobby not stay, though."

"No, that's fine," the auror was quick to assure him. "By old Professor Whiskers I take it you mean Professor Albus Dumbledore?"

"Yes, Miss Auror Watkinsy," replied Dobby.

"Thank you!" she happily replied. "Gotcha!" she then quietly but firmly exclaimed.

"Dumbledore caused this?" asked Wendell.

"Yes," replied Watkins. "Dobby's confirmation as to the destination confirms our identification of the magical signature on the portkey trace.

"I'll need to notify Madam Bones, immediately. Well, as soon as she gets into her office. That'll be in about―"

"Thirty five minutes," Dawkins immediately added.

Watkins used a levitation charm of some form to take the letter from Dobby's hand before dropping it into an evidence bag Patterson was holding out and open.

"And that's the physical evidence," said Watkins.

She then turned to Dobby, who was still standing and looking dejected on the table, before she said, "Dobby, don't look so sad. You did a very, very good job."

"Dobby did yell at Master Harry Potter, Sir," the elf firmly replied. "Dobby must be punished."

"No," Harry firmly replied back. "Dobby did his job. Dobby protected his master. Dobby will not be punished for that, ever."

With hope, Dobby looked up and said, "Thank you, Master Harry."

"There is no need to thank me for doing what is right, Dobby. It is I, who should be thanking you. So, thank you."

Dobby looked stunned before he said, "No, no! Master never need to thank Dobby―"

"And, as I told you before, if you did something I would thank another person for, I'll be thanking you as well."

Monica smoothly cut in and asked, "I take it the excitement's over?"

"Yes," replied Watkins. Turning to Harry she said, "I think we'll be checking all mail heading for you, from now on."

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