Oh, I'm CRYING...
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elucrehOh, this is so beautiful...I was reading this little fic between writing spurts. And, okay, Dumbledore's just gone through this bitter, nasty scene with Snape demanding that Harry be punished and thrown into Azkaban and it's all angry and then Snape finally goes and Dumbledore is feeling all defensive and bitter and then his house-elf come in. And
“Yes, Master Albus, Iris has fixed the scales naughty Harry Potter broke.”
Fawkes hisses grumpily at that. Unlike Severus, though, Iris is not startled by the phoenix. She smiles at him and continues lightly, “Now don’t be getting mad at Iris, Fawksie. Iris is knowing that Harry Potter is being good boy.” She chucks Fawkes playfully under the beak with her duster. “He is just having temper tantrum, is all.”
Fawkes evidently decides to accept that, as he lofts back to his perch with no more fuss.
To my surprise, Iris stops her dusting and climbs down from my chair. She approaches me with a look of indecision.
“Yes, Iris?” Whatever she wants to talk about, it can’t be as bad as my last conversation.
“Master Albus,” she pauses, clearly not sure if she should go on.
“Go ahead, Iris, say whatever you wish.”
“Master Albus,” she takes a deep breath, “Harry Potter is being good boy, but he is also being VERY naughty to be yelling at you and breaking your pretty things. We are all being agreed.”
“All, Iris?” It seems that the affairs of my office are even more common knowledge than I had feared.
“All us house elves. Even Dobby is agreeing!”
Now that IS something.
“I appreciate you saying so, Iris.”
“We are all talking about it, when we are making the Leavetaking Feast,” Iris continues, “and we are deciding that Master Albus should DO something about it.”
“Professor Snape would probably agree with you,” I say.
“Iris is not knowing about that, Master Albus,” says the elf, clearly not comfortable with the idea of being in concert with Snape, “but we are thinking we know what you should do.”
“And what might that be, Iris.”
“Well,” Iris purses her lips, “there is three things Master Albus must be making naughty Harry Potter do.”
“I am very interested to hear them.” And I really am.
“First, Master Albus must make Harry Potter eat more. Harry Potter is being much too thin. It is no wonder he is being cranky. Master Albus must tell him that house elves will make Harry Potter good food and Harry Potter will eat it. Two helpings each meal, at least.”
Odd, I didn’t know Molly Weasley had any house elf relatives.
“Go on, Iris,” I say.
“Second, Master Albus must be making Harry Potter drink lots of milk.”
Excellent creature. “Warm milk I suppose, Iris?”
“That’s right, Master Albus. It being good to settle Harry Potter’s tummy.”
“Why would he need that, Iris?” Suddenly this is getting a little more serious than I expected.
“Dobby is saying Harry Potter blames himself for everything. Dobby is saying Harry Potter thinks he causes all his friends to hurt. That is being bad for anyone’s tummy.”
“Is that so, Iris?”
Kind, loving Dobby. I didn’t know he saw so much. And I had the nerve to talk about Sirius’ attitude toward house elves!
“That is right, Master Albus.”
“And the third thing?”
“Master Albus must be making Harry Potter take a nap every afternoon,” Iris says firmly.
“A nap?” For some reason, that suggestion disturbs me much more than the last one.
“Yes, a nap.” Suddenly Iris looks very sad. She moves toward me, and her voice grows soft, as if she is telling a secret. “Dobby says that Harry Potter is never sleeping good. Dobby says that even when Harry Potter is not having really bad nightmares about ... HIM...” Iris’s whole body shudders, “he cries and groans in his sleep. Is being very bad. When young ones are not sleeping, they are getting very cranky. Iris has seen it many, many times.” She nods sagely.
Dobby, I will buy you a mountain of socks. And I will personally make sure that NONE of them have mates.
“So,” I find that the lump in my throat is so large I have to force the words out, “the house elves have decided a nap would help.”
“Yes. We are arguing a long time about how long every day. We are thinking at first an hour. But Dobby is saying that Master Albus will probably fix it so Harry Potter can play Quidditch again, and we are not wanting to cut into his practice time. So we are deciding a half-hour nap every day.”
I'm so weepy all over the place...it's just so sweet and practical and childlike and caring...oh, it just touched my heart.
This is from Here Be Monsters by Dzeytoun, at SQ.
“Yes, Master Albus, Iris has fixed the scales naughty Harry Potter broke.”
Fawkes hisses grumpily at that. Unlike Severus, though, Iris is not startled by the phoenix. She smiles at him and continues lightly, “Now don’t be getting mad at Iris, Fawksie. Iris is knowing that Harry Potter is being good boy.” She chucks Fawkes playfully under the beak with her duster. “He is just having temper tantrum, is all.”
Fawkes evidently decides to accept that, as he lofts back to his perch with no more fuss.
To my surprise, Iris stops her dusting and climbs down from my chair. She approaches me with a look of indecision.
“Yes, Iris?” Whatever she wants to talk about, it can’t be as bad as my last conversation.
“Master Albus,” she pauses, clearly not sure if she should go on.
“Go ahead, Iris, say whatever you wish.”
“Master Albus,” she takes a deep breath, “Harry Potter is being good boy, but he is also being VERY naughty to be yelling at you and breaking your pretty things. We are all being agreed.”
“All, Iris?” It seems that the affairs of my office are even more common knowledge than I had feared.
“All us house elves. Even Dobby is agreeing!”
Now that IS something.
“I appreciate you saying so, Iris.”
“We are all talking about it, when we are making the Leavetaking Feast,” Iris continues, “and we are deciding that Master Albus should DO something about it.”
“Professor Snape would probably agree with you,” I say.
“Iris is not knowing about that, Master Albus,” says the elf, clearly not comfortable with the idea of being in concert with Snape, “but we are thinking we know what you should do.”
“And what might that be, Iris.”
“Well,” Iris purses her lips, “there is three things Master Albus must be making naughty Harry Potter do.”
“I am very interested to hear them.” And I really am.
“First, Master Albus must make Harry Potter eat more. Harry Potter is being much too thin. It is no wonder he is being cranky. Master Albus must tell him that house elves will make Harry Potter good food and Harry Potter will eat it. Two helpings each meal, at least.”
Odd, I didn’t know Molly Weasley had any house elf relatives.
“Go on, Iris,” I say.
“Second, Master Albus must be making Harry Potter drink lots of milk.”
Excellent creature. “Warm milk I suppose, Iris?”
“That’s right, Master Albus. It being good to settle Harry Potter’s tummy.”
“Why would he need that, Iris?” Suddenly this is getting a little more serious than I expected.
“Dobby is saying Harry Potter blames himself for everything. Dobby is saying Harry Potter thinks he causes all his friends to hurt. That is being bad for anyone’s tummy.”
“Is that so, Iris?”
Kind, loving Dobby. I didn’t know he saw so much. And I had the nerve to talk about Sirius’ attitude toward house elves!
“That is right, Master Albus.”
“And the third thing?”
“Master Albus must be making Harry Potter take a nap every afternoon,” Iris says firmly.
“A nap?” For some reason, that suggestion disturbs me much more than the last one.
“Yes, a nap.” Suddenly Iris looks very sad. She moves toward me, and her voice grows soft, as if she is telling a secret. “Dobby says that Harry Potter is never sleeping good. Dobby says that even when Harry Potter is not having really bad nightmares about ... HIM...” Iris’s whole body shudders, “he cries and groans in his sleep. Is being very bad. When young ones are not sleeping, they are getting very cranky. Iris has seen it many, many times.” She nods sagely.
Dobby, I will buy you a mountain of socks. And I will personally make sure that NONE of them have mates.
“So,” I find that the lump in my throat is so large I have to force the words out, “the house elves have decided a nap would help.”
“Yes. We are arguing a long time about how long every day. We are thinking at first an hour. But Dobby is saying that Master Albus will probably fix it so Harry Potter can play Quidditch again, and we are not wanting to cut into his practice time. So we are deciding a half-hour nap every day.”
I'm so weepy all over the place...it's just so sweet and practical and childlike and caring...oh, it just touched my heart.
This is from Here Be Monsters by Dzeytoun, at SQ.
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Date: 2004-02-26 09:21 pm (UTC)"Dobby, I will buy you a mountain of socks. And I will personally make sure that NONE of them have mates."
..."you're off the map now. here, there be monsters." my mind just went totally blank. PotC? Quote ref., anyone? i can even picture the scene w/ capt. barbossa, but then i'm thinking i'm looney and it didn't even come from there.
too much caffeine, too little sleep. i think i'll go take advantage of this not homework thing, and enjoy my day off ;D
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