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Chapter 4 Dobby's Reward LAST TIME: "Truly marvelous. You say you got bit by the basilisk on your arm and scar?" Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded in response. Dumbledore waved his wand over the parts of his body and then smiled. "I can confirm that the venom is neutralized from your bloodstream courtesy of phoenix tears." He said, "Also, your scar is healing after all these years. I daresay it will hardly be visible after a few days. Whatever happened removed the magic of the killing curse. But now I would request you to go to the hospital wing, and stay under Poppy's care till the feast begins." Harry nodded and left. He truly needed a nap after everything that had occurred today. But, he smiled, remembering the memory of meeting his mother. He vowed to make her proud. He would be the best damn wizard the world had seen. This year he would come first in the final exams. He had three weeks after all till they began. Ch.4 Dobby's Reward Harry was rejoined by Dumbledore before he reached the hospital wing. Truthfully Harry was walking slower than necessary because his body was aching due to being slammed into the wall in the chamber by the Basilisk. Also, he was internally dreading the confrontation to come. He was sure to get a dressing down because of his recklessness and the fact that he had managed to get himself injured. Again. That woman was scary. He was sure that even Dumbledore himself was scared of her. After all, she had forcibly removed the headmaster from the Hospital wing at the end of the previous year. "Ah! Harry. Why are you still here? You left like fifteen minutes ago! Are you in pain?" He questioned worriedly. "A bit. After all, I got a smacked into a wall by the basilisk." Dumbledore nodded, "Then you best hurry to Madam Pomfrey. She will have you fit within a few minutes." Harry gave a tired nod and continued walking with Dumbledore. "Professor, why are you going to the hospital wing?" enquired Harry curiously. "I have to check on the mandrake-potion that is being brewed. Also, I will have to be present when it is being administered to the students' Harry." saying so, he pushed open the door and entered. "Headmaster! The potion is almost... Mr. Potter, what have you gotten into yourself this time?" Pomfrey questioned. "Got smacked into the wall by a giant snake. Have body pain. maybe a couple of broken bones." Harry replied. "Go on your bed, Mr. Potter. I will check you out. Headmaster, I hope you know where to go" She started bustling around, waving her wand over his body, and rushed to get potions for him. "Take these potions, Mr. Potter. You should be light as rain before dinner today." "Can I have a nap?" Pomfrey just nodded. "Of course. Rest will help you heal faster. I will wake you up before dinner time." Suddenly the doors opened again, and in came Draco's father. Lucius Malfoy stood there, fury in his face. And cowering behind his legs, heavily wrapped in bandages, was Dobby. "Good evening, Lucius," said Dumbledore pleasantly, appearing out of the adjoining door. Dobby was crouching at the hem of his cloak, a look of abject terror on his face. The elf was carrying a stained rag with which he was attempting to finish cleaning Mr. Malfoys shoes. Mr. Malfoy had set out in a great hurry, for not only were his shoes half-polished, but his usually sleek hair was disheveled. Ignoring the elf bobbing apologetically around his ankles, he fixed his cold eyes upon Dumbledore. "So!" he said " You have come back. The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to return to Hogwarts." "Well, you see, Lucius," said Dumbledore, smiling serenely, "the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in a hailstorm of owls, to tell the truth. They'd heard that Arthur Weasley's daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job after all. Very strange tales they told me, too. Several of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their families if they didn't agree to suspend me in the first place." Mr. Malfoy went even paler than usual, but his eyes were still slits of fury. "So — have you stopped the attacks yet?" he sneered. "Have you caught the culprit?" "We have," said Dumbledore, with a smile. "Well?" said Mr. Malfoy sharply. "Who is it?" "The same person as last time, Lucius," said Dumbledore. "But this time, Lord Voldemort was acting through somebody else. Employing this diary." He held up the small black book with the large hole through the center, watching Mr. Malfoy closely. Harry, however, was watching Dobby. The elf was doing something very odd. His great eyes fixed meaningfully on Harry, he kept pointing at the diary, then at Mr. Malfoy, and then hitting himself hard on the head with his fist. "I see…" said Mr. Malfoy slowly to Dumbledore. "A clever plan," said Dumbledore in a level voice, still staring Mr. Malfoy straight in the eye. "Because if Harry here —" Mr. Malfoy shot Harry a swift, sharp look "—and his friend Ron hadn't discovered this book, why — Ginny Weasley might have taken all the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadn't acted of her own free will…." Mr. Malfoy said nothing. His face was suddenly masklike. "And imagine," Dumbledore went on, "what might have happened then… The Weasleys are one of our most prominent pure-blood families. Imagine the effect on Arthur Weasley and his Muggle Protection Act, if his daughter was discovered attacking and — killing Muggleborns… Very fortunate the diary was discovered, and Riddle's memories wiped from it. Who knows what the consequences might have been otherwise…" Mr. Malfoy forced himself to speak. "Very fortunate," he said stiffly. And still, behind his back, Dobby was pointing, first to the diary, then to Lucius Malfoy, then punching himself in the head. And Harry suddenly understood. He nodded at Dobby, and Dobby backed into a corner, now twisting his ears in punishment. "Don't you want to know how Ginny got hold of that diary, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Harry sweetly. Lucius Malfoy rounded on him. "How should I know how the stupid little girl got hold of it?" He said. "Because you gave it to her," said Harry spoke all hints of sweetness gone. "In Flourish and Blotts. You picked up her old Transfiguration book and slipped the diary inside it, didn't you?" Unknown to him, his eyes had started glowing and swirling like a storm brewing. Lucius became aware that he had pissed not one but two, extremely powerful wizards. Harry Potter's eyes were glowing an eerie green similar to the killing curse, while Albus Dumbledore had all grandfatherly persona absent. In his place was the man who had defeated Grindelwald and the only person his master feared. Harry saw Mr. Malfoy's white hands clench and unclench. "Prove it," he hissed. "Oh, no one will be able to do that," said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. "Not now that Riddle has vanished from the book. On the other hand, I would advise you, Lucius, not to go giving out any more of Lord Voldemort's old school things. If any more of them find their way into innocent hands, I think Arthur Weasley, for one, will make sure they are traced back to you." Lucius Malfoy stood for a moment, and Harry distinctly saw his right-hand twitch as though he was longing to reach for his wand. Instead, he turned to his house-elf. "We're going, Dobby!" He wrenched open the door as the elf came hurrying up to him. He kicked him right through it. They could hear Dobby squealing with pain along the corridor. Harry stood for a moment, thinking hard. Then it came to him — "Professor Dumbledore," he said hurriedly. "Can I give that diary back to Mr. Malfoy, please?" "Certainly, Harry," said Dumbledore calmly. "But hurry. The feast, remember…" Harry grabbed the diary and dashed out of the office. He could hear Dobby's squeals of pain receding around the corner. Quickly, wondering if this plan could work, Harry took off one of his shoes, pulled off his slimy, filthy sock, and stuffed the diary into it. Then he ran down the dark corridor. He caught up with them at the top of the stairs. "Mr. Malfoy," he gasped, skidding to a halt, "I've got something for you —" And he forced the smelly sock into Lucius Malfoy's hand. "What the —?" Mr. Malfoy ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry. "You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter," he said softly. "They were meddlesome fools, too." Harry's eyes narrowed in anger. How dare he say such things about his parents. He was the reason for the terror that had been unleashed at Hogwarts. He had endangered thousands of innocent children. He was one of Voldemort's prime followers. He would pay. This should not go unpunished. Lucius turned to go. "Come, Dobby. I said, come." But Dobby didn't move. He was holding up Harry's disgusting, slimy sock, and looking at it as though it were a priceless treasure. "Master has given a sock," said the elf in wonderment. "Master gave it to Dobby." "What's that?" spat Mr. Malfoy. "What did you say?" "Got a sock," said Dobby in disbelief. "Master threw it, and Dobby caught it, and Dobby — Dobby is free." Lucius Malfoy stood frozen, staring at the elf then he lunged at Harry. "You've lost me my servant, boy!" But Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter!" There was a loud bang, and Mr. Malfoy was thrown backward. He crashed down the stairs, three at a time, landing in a crumpled heap on the landing below. Before he could get up, Harry whipped his wand out and intoned "Petrificus Totalus" Lucius felt himself stiffen due to the body bind. Harry frowned at his wand. It did not feel as it did before. It was resisting. But that was a matter for afterward. "Dobby, can you kindly levitate him to an empty classroom?" Harry asked. "Of course, great master Harry Potter sir!" Dobby looked like Christmas had come early. They reached a classroom. Lucius was laid on the floor. "Dobby, take away all his wands and other items he has." Dobby snapped his fingers and two wands, a money bag, and a comb appeared on a desk nearby. Harry nodded and locked the room with a Colloportus before removing the body bind from Lucius's head. "POTTER!" spat Malfoy before he was punched in the jaw by Harry. "Shut up moron." and turned to Dobby. "Can you soundproof the room? We don't need his screams to be heard, now, do we?" Lucius was terrified. He was alone without any aid or his wands, being confronted by his former house-elf and the defeater of his master. "Now, do you know why we are here? I will tell you, Lucy. We are here because due to your actions, I nearly died today. Do you know? What Salazar Slytherin's supposed monster even was?" Harry questioned in a sickly sweet tone, but his eyes were a different story, they were swirling and glowing with power. An invisible wind was ripping through his hair, even though he didn't realize it. Lucius gulped due to the fear he felt. Harry Potter was reminding him eerily of the dark lord. "I am sure you will enlighten me." He drawled, knowing he should not show his fear, just not to give the child, his own son's age, the satisfaction of being afraid. "AAHHHH!" He screamed girlishly in pain because harry had stomped his groin. Hard. Tears stung his eyes due to the pain he was feeling. "That was for being a smart-ass. Now, as for the monster, it was a Basilisk. A sixty-meter-long-Basilisk, with a killer gaze and the most potent venom in the world. Now imagine what would have happened if one day the heir of Slytherin was leading the basilisk in hopes of killing a muggleborn. Now dear ol' Draco happened to be in the area and met the basilisk's gaze! Wouldn't it be devastatingly hilarious that your son died due to the plot set by his father?" Harry questioned. At this, Lucius somehow managed to turn even paler. Blood had completely drained from his face. For all his faults, Lucius still loved his son beyond anything. "Do you know what it did to me Lucy, IT BIT ME!" Harry thundered. "Impossible! You would be dead!" at this, Harry just showed him the spot on which the basilisk had bitten him and removed the fang from his pocket, smirking. "Do you need any other proof, Mr. Malfoy?" Lucius was pale. If A killing curse and Basilisk venom could not kill the boy, what could? "And for this, reparations must be made. You need to do two things for me. First and foremost, you will swear an unbreakable vow, to never harm me or my friend in any way or form." Harry had read about them thanks to Hermione when they were searching for methods to prove that he hadn't opened the chamber or was the heir of Slytherin before Hermione was petrified. "Secondly, you will make monetary reparation of one million Galleons to me," Harry stated. Why? Because the Malfoys always flaunted around their wealth. Attacking their source of pride was the best route. Plus, if he got more money, he could live much more comfortably after Hogwarts. Also, the Malfoy's net worth was Seven and a half million Galleons as of last month, according to the teen witch weekly. Draco had bragged about it a lot after all. Also, it would reduce the monetary funds Voldemort and his supporters had. "NEVER!" spat Malfoy. "Serpentosortia" Harry summoned a snake, a black mamba to be precise, and hissed at it. Lucius felt chills run down his spine hearing the snake language again after more than a decade. The serpent wrapped around his left arm and bared its fangs. "Now, are you giving me my vow and two million galleons or.. should I..." Harry gestured to the snake and drew his thumb across his neck. "But you asked only for one million!" Lucius hissed. "Did I now? No, I am certain it was three million." Harry said, smirking. Lucius knew he had lost. He was dubious that Potter would kill him. But he knew that if he was killed, Dumbledore would justify it to the world. It was this or his life. "I agree." He said, glaring at the boy. "Jolly good. Dobby, get a Gringotts's form here, and will you act as a binder for the vow?" "Yes, great Harry Potter, sir." Dobby followed through with the instructions perfectly. "Do you, Lucius Malfoy, swear on your life that you shall never harm Harry James Potter and those who he considers as friends in any way or form." "I do." "Do You, Lucius Malfoy, swear on your life that you shall never mention what happened today to anyone and uphold the secrets of Harry James Potter." "I do," Lucius said through gritted teeth "So mote be it." "So mote be it." "So mote be it." "Wasn't that awesome!" Harry exclaimed. "Yes... lovely." drawled Lucius "Now, money! Fill this out, and you shall be free to go! And when I free that arm, no funny business." Harry smiled. Drawing his wand, Harry transfigured the comb to a quill and told Dobby to fetch ink. Lucius filled the form out, occasionally glaring at the boy responsible for his current predicament. "Here! Three million Galleons! Now free me and take the serpent off." Harry ignored him. "Dobby, take this form to Gringotts and ask the goblins to distribute 1 million out of the total amongst those who were petrified, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, and Rubeus Hagrid." Dobby popped away. "Now, you do realize that if you don't do something I ask for, it might harm me due to inaction?" He asked smirking at the once again paling form of Malfoy. "Vipera evansco, Finitus" He collected all the items he had taken from Lucius. And walked towards the door. "Oh and Lucy, tell your son not to bother me and my friends next year." He smirked and unlocked the door. Turning back the last time, he flipped Lucius the bird and walked out. This had cost him his nap, but two million Galleons in his account, along with the vow and the compensation to the ones who had suffered was worth it. Furthermore, he had unleashed his Slytherin side, Cut the Malfoy fortune by nearly half, and had trapped arguably the most slippery person in Britain. Now he had a feast to attend to, then have a well-deserved sleep before looking into the matter in the chamber and the issue of his wand. Also, he had to top this year's finals as the first step to greatness as he had promised his mother. How did you like this? Please let me know ASAP about the choice for founders Please Review, Favourite, and Follow. Vipera evansco: vanishes snakes, counter to serpentosortia finitus: similar to finite or finite incantenum but acts slower and more gradually. The idea of the confrontation between Harry and Lucius is taken from JustBored21's 'Silver King' But several things are different. Omake: Before leaving the room harry called Dobby. Dobby: Yes Great Harry Potter sir. Dobby has told Goblins as you asked me to. Harry: Good Dobby. Now if you wish to have revenge on Lucius, you may. Just don't kill him. Dobby looked to and fro between Harry and Lucius before grinning evilly and snapping his fingers. Lucius: AHHHHHH! Harry: What did you do? Dobby: Dobby shoved former master's wand in his behind and stuck it there permanently. A minute later if someone had looked into the room they would see a maniacally grinning house-elf, Lucius Malfoy sobbing and Harry Potter rolling on the floor in laughter. Stay Happy! Stay Safe! Keep Smiling! Keep Reading! HPfanfictioner66