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Harry told them all about Dobby, the warning he'd given Harry and the fiasco of the violet pudding. There was a long, shocked silence when he had finished.
Dumbledore beamed at them.
"I can't -"
"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" Mrs. Weasley snapped.
"Dobby has them here, sir," said the elf. Stepping nimbly out of Harry's reach, he pulled a thick wad of envelopes from the inside of the pillowcase he was wearing. Harry could make out Hermione's neat writing, Ron's untidy scrawl, and even a scribble that looked as though it was from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid.
"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby did it for the best - "
"What do you reckon?" Ron asked the cat. "Definitely an owl?"
"I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward him.
"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
"You think you saw his ghost?"
"Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?"
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall.
"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work."
Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.
It stopped on the bank. Its hooves made no mark on the soft ground as it stared at Harry with its large, silver eyes. Slowly, it bowed its antlered head. And Harry realized... "Prongs, "he whispered.