Harry, Ron, Y/n and Hermione went up to the Owlery that evening to find Pigwidgeon and Hedwig, so that Harry and Y/n could send Sirius and Y/n's grandmother a letter telling him both that they had managed to get past their dragons. On the way, Harry filled Ron in on everything Sirius had told him about Karkaroff. Though shocked at first to hear that Karkaroff had been a Death Eater, by the time they entered the Owlery Ron was saying that they ought to have suspected it all along.
"Fits, doesn't it?" he said. "Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other. They were probably running around in masks together at the World Cup... I'll tell you one thing, though, if it was Karkaroff who put your name in the goblet, he's going to be feeling really stupid now, isn't he? Didn't work, did it? You both only got a scratch and a few burns! Come here... I'll do it..."
'Only a few burns..' Y/n thought as he shook his head and attached his letter to Hedwig before she flew off gracefully.
Pigwidgeon however was so overexcited at the idea of a delivery he was flying around and around Harry's head, hooting incessantly. Ron snatched Pigwidgeon out of the air and held him still while Harry attached the letter to his leg.
"There's no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous, how could they be?" Ron went on as he carried Pigwidgeon to the window. "You know what? I reckon either of you could win this tournament, I'm serious."
Y/n knew that Ron was only saying this to make up for his behavior of the last few weeks. Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron. "Y/n and Harry have got a long way to go before they finish this tournament." she said seriously. "If that was the first task, I hate to think what's coming next."
Despite it having only been a few hours Y/n's mind had also begun to think about the second task.
"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" said Ron now. "You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime." He threw Pigwidgeon out of the window.
Pigwidgeon plummeted twelve feet before managing to pull himself back up again, the letter attached to his leg was much longer and heavier than usual. Harry hadn't been able to resist giving Sirius a blow-by-blow account of exactly how he had swerved, circled, and dodged the Horntail and how Y/n had transfigured rock into sword and immobilized his Dragon.
They watched Pigwidgeon disappear into the darkness, and then Ron said, "Well, we'd better get downstairs for your surprise party. Fred and George should have nicked enough food from the kitchens by now."
Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room it exploded with cheers and yells again. There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface. Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks, so that the air was thick with stars and sparks and Dean Thomas, who was very good at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, most of which depicted either Harry zooming around the Horntail's head on his Firebolt or Y/n with a ring of swords above him, though a couple showed Cedric with his head on fire.
At the sight of food Y/n immediately drew his wand. "Accio plate." He chanted and a plate from a stack flew into his hands. Y/n wasted no time in loading up his plate, with the task now over he was starving. Harry seemed to be in the same mindset as he quickly drained a goblet of Pumpkin juice down.
When he had gotten his food Y/n sat down with Ron and Hermione letting it all sink in, he had gotten through the first task, and he wouldn't have to face the second one for three months. But that didn't mean he could rest...he needed to figure out what this clue inside the egg was if he was going to come up with a plan. But first, he needed food.
"Woah slow down mate it's not going anywhere." Ron laughed looking at the size of the food on Y/n's plate as he took a large bite out out of a sandwich.
Y/n swallowed his mouthful. "I have not eaten since Dinnertime yesterday..." He said before biting into the rest of his sandwich.
"Oh..er right..." Ron said nervously.
"Honestly..." Hermione muttered shaking her head as Harry sat down in a chair next to Ron.
"Blimey, this is heavy." said Lee Jordan, picking up one of the golden eggs, which Y/n and Harry had left on a table, and weighing it in his hands. "Open it, you two, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!"
"They're supposed to work out the clue on their own." Hermione said swiftly. "It's in the tournament rules..."
"And I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too." Harry muttered so only Y/n and Hermione could hear him, and she grinned rather guiltily.
"Yeah, go on, Y/n, Harry, open it!" several people echoed.
"It is your choice Harry." Y/n said unbothered by the choice to open it now or later.
Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into the groove that ran all the way around it and prised it open.
It was hollow and completely empty, but the moment Harry opened it, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room. The nearest thing to it Y/n had ever heard was the ghost orchestra at Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party, who had all been playing the musical saw.
"Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears.
"What was that?" said Seamus Finnigan, staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again. "Sounded like a banshee...Maybe you've both got to get past one of those next!"
"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"
"Don't be a prat Neville, that's illegal." said George. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing...maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower."
"Want a jam tart, Y/n? Hermione?" said Fred holding up a plate.
But both Y/n and Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering them.
Fred grinned. "It's all right." he said. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch..."
Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred laughed. "Just my little joke, Neville..."
"Against my better judgment, I shall trust you." Y/n said taking one now.
"Thank you kind sir." Fred joked and Y/n smiled.
Hermione took a jam tart too. Then she said, "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?"
"Yep." said Fred, grinning at her. He put on a high-pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf. "'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful...get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish."
"How do you get in there?" Hermione said in an innocently casual sort of voice.
Y/n just looked at Hermione knowing she hadn't given up on trying to meet the Hogwarts house elves.
"Easy." said Fred. "Concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and..." He stopped and looked suspiciously at her. "Why?"
"Nothing." said Hermione quickly.
"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" said George. "Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?"
Several people chortled and Hermione didn't answer.
"Don't you go upsetting them and telling them they've got to take clothes and salaries!" said Fred warningly. "You'll put them off their cooking!"
Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.
"Oh...sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted over all the laughter. "I forgot... it was the custard creams we hexed..."
Within a minute, however, Neville had molted, and once his feathers had fallen off, he reappeared looking entirely normal. He even joined in laughing.
"Canary Creams!" Fred shouted to the excitable crowd. "George and I invented them, seven Sickles each, a bargain!"
"Here." Y/n said taking out seven sickles and handing them out to Fred. "For a good show."
It was nearly one in the morning when Y/n finally went up to the dormitory with Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean. As he lay in bed that night he thought about how lucky he was to still be alive before drifting off to sleep.
The start of December brought wind and sleet to Hogwarts. Drafty though the castle always was in winter. Y/n was glad of its fires and thick walls every time he passed the Durmstrang ship on the lake, He was currently in his Care of Magical Creatures class where they were still tending the horrible skrewts and needed their wits about them.
"I'm not sure whether they hibernate or not." Hagrid told the shivering class in the windy pumpkin patch next lesson. "Thought we'd jus' try an see if they fancied a kip... we'll jus' settle 'em down in these boxes."
There were now only ten skrewts left, apparently their desire to kill one another had not been exercised out of them. Each of them was now approaching six feet in length. Their thick gray armor, their powerful scuttling legs, their fire-blasting ends, their stings and their suckers combined to make the skrewts the most repulsive things any of them had ever seen. The class looked dispiritedly at the enormous boxes Hagrid had brought out, all lined with pillows and fluffy blankets.
"We'll jus' lead 'em in here." Hagrid said. "An' put the lids on, and we'll see what happens."
But the skrewts, it transpired, did not hibernate, and did not appreciate being forced into pillow lined boxes and nailed in. Hagrid was soon yelling, "Don panic, now, don' panic!" while the skrewts rampaged around the pumpkin patch, now strewn with the smoldering wreckage of the boxes. Most of the class, Malfoy, Atticus, Crabbe, and Goyle in the lead... had fled into Hagrid's cabin through the back door and barricaded themselves in. Harry, Ron, Y/n and Hermione however, were among those who remained outside trying to help Hagrid. Together they managed to restrain and tie up nine of the skrewts, though at the cost of numerous burns and cuts, finally only one skrewt was left.
"Don' frighten him, now!" Hagrid shouted as Ron and Harry used their wands to shoot jets of fiery sparks at the skrewt, which was advancing menacingly on them, its sting arched, quivering, over its back. "Jus' try an slip the rope 'round his sting, so he won hurt any o' the others!"
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that!" Ron shouted angrily as he and Harry backed into the wall of Hagrid's cabin, still holding the skrewt off with their sparks.
Y/n rolled his eyes now as he pointed his wand at the skrewt. "Immobulus!" He cried and it froze on the spot unable to move.
"Well, well, well... this does look like fun." A voice called out and they turned to see Rita Skeeter was leaning on Hagrid's garden fence, looking in at the mayhem. She was wearing a thick magenta cloak with a furry purple collar today, and her crocodile-skin handbag was over her arm.
Y/n's brow furrowed immediately as he caught sight of her again. "Did we not tell you to be gone from our sights?"
Rita Skeeter noticed him now. "Grindelwald you're here, what a lovely surprise." But Y/n thought that there was nothing lovely about it.
Hagrid launched himself forward on top of the immobile Skrewt that was cornering Harry and Ron and flattened it, a blast of fire shot out of its end, withering the pumpkin plants nearby.
"Who're you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter as he slipped a loop of rope around the Skrewt's sting and tightened it.
"Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter." Rita replied, beaming at him. Her gold teeth glinted.
"Thought Dumbledore said you weren' allowed inside the school anymore." said Hagrid, frowning slightly as he got off the slightly squashed skrewt and started tugging it over to its fellows.
Rita acted as though she hadn't heard what Hagrid had said. "What are these fascinating creatures called?" she asked, beaming still more widely.
"Blast-Ended Skrewts," grunted Hagrid.
"Really?" said Rita, apparently full of lively interest. "I've never heard of them before...where do they come from?"
Y/n noticed a dull red flush rising up out of Hagrid's wild black beard, and his heart sank. Where had Hagrid got the skrewts from? Hermione, who seemed to be thinking along these lines, said quickly. "They're very interesting, aren't they Harry? Aren't they, Y/n?"
"Yes, Very interesting." said Y/n quickly catching on.
"Wha.." Harry began but both Y/n and Hermione shot him a look that made him realize what they were trying to do. "Oh...yeah. Interesting."
Ron just looked at him as if he had gone insane.
"Ah, you're here. Harry!" said Rita Skeeter as she looked around. "So you like Care of Magical Creatures, do you? One of your favorite lessons?"
"Yes." said Harry stoutly. Hagrid beamed at him.
"Lovely." said Rita. "Really lovely. Been teaching long?" she added to Hagrid.
Y/n noticed her eyes travel over Dean who had a nasty cut across one cheek. Then Lavender whose robes were badly singed, Seamus who was nursing several burnt fingers, and then to the cabin windows, where most of the class stood, their noses pressed against the glass waiting to see if the coast was clear.
"This is o'ny me second year," said Hagrid.
"Lovely... I don't suppose you'd like to give an interview, would you? Share some of your experience of magical creatures? The Prophet does a zoological column every Wednesday, as I'm sure you know. We could feature these...er... Bang-Ended Scoots."
"Blast-Ended Skrewts." Hagrid said eagerly. "Er...yeah, why not?"
Harry had a very bad feeling about this, but there was no way of communicating it to Hagrid without Rita Skeeter seeing, so he had to stand and watch in silence as Hagrid and Rita Skeeter made arrangements to meet in the Three Broomsticks for a good long interview later that week. Then the bell rang up at the castle, signaling the end of the lesson.
"Well, good-bye, Harry! Grindelwald! " Rita Skeeter called merrily to them as they set off with Ron and Hermione. "Until Friday night, then, Hagrid!"
"She'll twist everything he says." Harry said under his breath.
"Hagrid is too naïve for his own good sometimes I fear." Y/n then said.
"Just as long as he didn't import those skrewts illegally or anything," said Hermione desperately.
They looked at one another... it was exactly the sort of thing Hagrid might do.
"Hagrid's been in loads of trouble before, and Dumbledores never sacked him." said Ron consolingly. "Worst that can happen is Hagrid'll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry...did I say worst? I meant best."
Harry and Hermione laughed, and, feeling slightly more cheerful, went off to lunch.
"It'd be a bit more impressive if she hadn't done it about eighty times before." Harry said later as he and Ron finally regained the fresh air of the staircase beneath Professor Trelawney's room. "But if I'd dropped dead every time she's told me I'm going to die, I'd be a medical miracle."
"You'd be a sort of extra-concentrated ghost." said Ron, chortling, as they passed the Bloody Baron going in the opposite direction, his wide eyes staring sinisterly. They reached the entrance hall soon. "At least we didn't get homework. I hope Hermione got loads off Professor Vector, I love not working when she is..."
"You do realize that means I would have to work too?" A voice said and both Harry and Ron turned to see Y/n.
"Oh well..." Ron began.
"Forget it." Y/n shook his head. "Let us just go to dinner. Hermione is probably waiting for us."
But Hermione wasn't at dinner, nor was she in the library when they went to look for her afterward. The only person in there was Viktor Krum. Despite the perils of the first task his attitude towards Y/n hadn't changed.
Ron hovered behind the bookshelves for a while, watching Krum, debating in whispers with Harry and Y/n whether he should ask for an autograph, but then Ron realized that six or seven girls were lurking in the next row of books, debating exactly the same thing, and he lost his enthusiasm for the idea.
"Wonder where she's got to?" Ron said as he, Y/n and Harry went back to Gryffindor Tower.
"Dunno... balderdash." Harry said.
"Well It does not matter, I have something I need to begin on anyway." Y/n said.
But the Fat Lady had barely begun to swing forward when the sound of racing feet behind them announced Hermione's arrival.
"Y/n!" she panted, skidding to a halt beside him and the Fat Lady stared down at her, eyebrows raised. "Y/n, you've got to come... you've got to come, the most amazing thing's happened" Please..."
She seized Y/n's arm before he could even ask what had happened and started to try to drag him back along the corridor.
"Hermione, what is going on?" He asked her.
"I'll show you when we get there... oh come on, quick!"
Y/n looked around at Harry and Ron, and they looked back at him just as intrigued.
"Alright..." Y/n said giving in and starting off back down the corridor with Hermione, Harry and Ron hurrying to keep up.
"Oh don't mind me!" the Fat Lady called irritably after them. "Don't apologize for bothering me! I'll just hang here, wide open, until you get back, shall I?"
"Yeah, thanks!" Ron shouted over his shoulder.
"Hermione, just where are we going?" Y/n asked, after she had led them down through six floors, and started down the marble staircase into the entrance hall.
"You'll see, you'll see in a minute!" said Hermione excitedly.
She turned left at the bottom of the staircase and hurried toward the door through which Cedric Diggory had gone the night after the Goblet of Fire had regurgitated his, Y/n's and Harry's names. Y/n had never been through here before. He, Harry and Ron followed Hermione down a flight of stone steps, but instead of ending up in a gloomy underground passage like the one that led to Snape's dungeon, they found themselves in a broad stone corridor, brightly lit with torches, and decorated with cheerful paintings that were mainly of food.
"Wait a minute, Hermione..." Y/n began.
"What?" She turned around to look at him, anticipation all over her face.
"I know what this is about." said Harry now as he nudged Ron and pointed to the painting just behind Hermione. It showed a gigantic silver fruit bowl.
"Hermione!" said Ron finally cottoning on. "You're trying to rope us into that spew stuff again!"
"No, no, I'm not!" she said hastily. "And it's not spew, Ron..."
"Changed the name, have you?" said Ron, frowning at her. "What are we now, then, the House Elf Liberation Front? I'm not barging into that kitchen and trying to make them stop work, I'm not doing it..."
"I'm not asking you to!" Hermione said impatiently. "I came down here just now, to talk to them all, and I found...oh come on, Y/n, I want to show you at least!"
She seized his arm again, pulled him in front of the picture of the giant fruit bowl, stretched out her forefinger, and tickled the huge green pear. It began to squirm, chuckling, and suddenly turned into a large green door handle. Hermione seized it, pulled the door open, and pushed Y/n hard in the back, forcing him inside.
He had one brief glimpse of an enormous, high-ceilinged room, large as the Great Hall above it, with mounds of glittering brass pots and pans heaped around the stone walls, and a great brick fireplace at the other end, when something small hurtled toward him from the middle of the room, squealing, "Y/n Grindelwald, sir! Y/n Grindelwald."
Next second he felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his waist as the squealing elf hit him hard in the midriff, hugging him.
"Hello Dobby." Y/n smiled as he crouched down now and gave Dobby a proper hug.
"It is Dobby, sir, it is!" squealed the house elf over his shoulder and Dobby could see Harry now. "And Harry Potter, Sir! Dobby has been hoping and hoping to see Harry Potter and Y/n Grindelwald, sirs, and Harry Potter and Y/n Grindelwald has come to see him, sirs!"
Dobby let go and stepped back a few paces, beaming up at Y/n and Harry, his enormous, green, tennis-ball-shaped eyes brimming with tears of happiness. He looked almost exactly as Y/n remembered him, the pencil-shaped nose, the batlike ears, the long fingers and feet... all except the clothes, which were very different.
When Dobby had worked for the Malfoys, he had always worn the same filthy old pillowcase. Now, however, he was wearing the strangest assortment of garments Y/n had ever seen, he had done an even worse job of dressing himself than the wizards at the World Cup. He was wearing a tea cozy for a hat, on which he had pinned a number of bright badges, a tie patterned with horseshoes over a bare chest, a pair of what looked like children's football shorts, and odd socks.
One of these, Harry saw, was the black one Y/n had removed from his foot and he had helped trick Mr. Malfoy into giving Dobby, thereby setting Dobby free. The other was covered in pink and orange stripes.
"Dobby, what're you doing here?" Harry said in amazement.
"Dobby has come to work at Hogwarts, sir!" Dobby squealed excitedly. "Professor Dumbledore gave Dobby and Winky jobs, sir!
"Winky?" said Y/n surprised. "Is she here too?"
"Yes, sir, yes!" said Dobby, and he seized Y/n and Harry's hands and pulled them off into the kitchen between the four long wooden tables that stood there.
Each of these tables, Y/n noticed as he passed them, was positioned exactly beneath the four House tables above, in the Great Hall. At the moment, they were clear of food, dinner having finished, but he figured out that an hour ago they had been laden with dishes that were then sent up through the ceiling to their counterparts above. He thought it was a wonderful piece of magic.
At least a hundred little elves were standing around the kitchen, beaming, bowing, and curtsying as Dobby led Y/n and Harry past them. They were all wearing the same uniform, a tea towel stamped with the Hogwarts crest, and tied, as Winky's had been, like a toga.
Dobby stopped in front of the brick fireplace and pointed.
"Winky, sirs!" he said.
Winky was sitting on a stool by the fire. Unlike Dobby, she had obviously not foraged for clothes. She was wearing a neat little skirt and blouse with a matching blue hat, which had holes in it for her large ears. However, while every one of Dobby's strange collection of garments was so clean and well cared for that it looked brand-new, Winky was plainly not taking care of her clothes at all. There were soup stains all down her blouse and a burn in her skirt.
"Hello, Winky." said Harry.
Winky's lip quivered. Then she burst into tears, which spilled out of her great brown eyes and splashed down her front, just as they had done at the Quidditch World Cup.
"Oh dear." said Hermione. She and Ron had followed Harry, Y/n and Dobby to the end of the kitchen.
"Winky, please do not cry...it makes me sad to see you upset like this." Y/n said he crouched down by the fireplace beside her. But Winky cried harder than ever.
Dobby, on the other hand, beamed up at Harry. "Would Harry Potter and Y/n Grindelwald like a cup of tea?" he squeaked loudly, over Winky's sobs.
"Er... yeah, okay." said Harry.
Instantly, about six house elves came trotting up behind him, bearing a large silver tray laden with a teapot, cups for Harry, Ron, Y/n and Hermione, a milk jug, and a large plate of biscuits.
"Good service!" Ron said, in an impressed voice.
Hermione frowned at him, but the elves all looked delighted, they bowed very low and retreated.
Y/n had tried his best to calm Winky down but the more he spoke the more she cried and now he thought it best to leave her alone.
"How long have you been here, Dobby?" Harry asked as Dobby handed around the tea handing one to Y/n who had rejoined them now.
"Only a week. Harry Potter, sir!" said Dobby happily. "Dobby came to see Professor Dumbledore, sir.
"You came to see Dumbledore?" Y/n asked Dobby.
"You see, Y/n Grindelwald sir, it is very difficult for a house elf who has been dismissed to get a new position, sir, very difficult indeed..."
At this, Winky howled even harder, her squashed-tomato of a nose dribbling all down her front, though she made no effort to stem the flow. Y/n just sighed feeling rather helpless.
"Dobby has traveled the country for two whole years, sir, trying to find work!" Dobby squeaked. "But Dobby hasn't found work, sir, because Dobby wants paying now!"
The house-elves all around the kitchen, who had been listening and watching with interest, all looked away at these words, as though Dobby had said something rude and embarrassing.
Hermione, however, said. "Good for you, Dobby!"
"Thank you, miss!" said Dobby, grinning toothily at her. "But most wizards doesn't want a house-elf who wants paying, miss. 'That's not the point of a house-elf,' they says, and they slammed the door in Dobby's face! Dobby likes work, but he wants to wear clothes and he wants to be paid. Harry Potter, Y/n Grindelwald...Dobby likes being free!"
The Hogwarts house-elves had now started edging away from Dobby, as though he were carrying something contagious. Winky, however, remained where she was, though there was a definite increase in the volume other crying.
"And then, Harry Potter, Y/n Grindelwald, Dobby goes to visit Winky, and finds out Winky has been freed too, sir!" said Dobby delightedly.
At this, Winky flung herself forward off her stool and lay face-down on the flagged stone floor, beating her tiny fists upon it and positively screaming with misery. Hermione hastily dropped down to her knees beside her and tried to comfort her, but like with Y/n nothing she said made the slightest difference.
Dobby continued with his story, shouting shrilly over Winky's screeches. "And then Dobby had the idea. Harry Potter, Y/n Grindelwald sirs! 'Why doesn't Dobby and Winky find work together?' Dobby says. 'Where is there enough work for two house-elves?' says Winky. And Dobby thinks, and it comes to him, sirs! Hogwarts! So Dobby and Winky came to see Professor Dumbledore, sirs, and Professor Dumbledore took us on!"
Dobby beamed very brightly, and happy tears welled in his eyes again. "And Professor Dumbledore says he will pay Dobby, sir, if Dobby wants paying! And so Dobby is a free elf, sirs, and Dobby gets a Galleon a week and one day off a month!"
"Well, that is a start I suppose." Y/n said trying to be positive.
"Y/n that's not very much at all!" Hermione shouted indignantly from the floor, over Winky's continued screaming and fist-beating.
"Hermione, Dobby most likely asked for lower wages." Y/n tried to explain to her. "There is no minimum pay line for House elves like Witches and Wizard because there are very few who will currently accept payment."
"That's right Y/n Grindelwald, sir, Professor Dumbledore offered Dobby ten Galleons a week, and weekends off." said Dobby, suddenly giving a little shiver, as though the prospect of so much leisure and riches were frightening. "But Dobby beat him down, miss... Dobby likes freedom, miss, but he isn't wanting too much, miss, he likes work better."
"And how much is Professor Dumbledore paying you, Winky?" Hermione asked kindly.
If she had thought this would cheer up Winky, she was wildly mistaken. Winky did stop crying, but when she sat up she was glaring at Hermione through her massive brown eyes, her whole face sopping wet and suddenly furious.
"Winky is a disgraced elf, but Winky is not yet getting paid!" she squeaked. "Winky is not sunk so low as that! Winky is properly ashamed of being freed!"
"Ashamed?" said Hermione blankly. "But... Winky, come on! It's Mr. Crouch who should be ashamed, not you! You didn't do anything wrong, he was really horrible to you..."
But at these words, Winky clapped her hands over the holes in her hat, flattening her ears so that she couldn't hear a word, and screeched, "You is not insulting my master, miss! You is not insulting Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch is a good wizard, miss! Mr. Crouch is right to sack bad Winky!"
"Winky is having trouble adjusting, Harry Potter, Y/n Grindelwald." squeaked Dobby confidentially. "Winky forgets she is not bound to Mr. Crouch anymore, she is allowed to speak her mind now, but she won't do it."
"Can't house-elves speak their minds about their masters, then?" Harry asked.
"Oh no, sir, no." said Dobby, looking suddenly serious. "'Tis part of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. We keeps their secrets and our silence, sir. We upholds the family's honor, and we never speaks ill of them...though Professor Dumbledore told Dobby he does not insist upon this. Professor Dumbledore said we is free to... to..."
Dobby looked suddenly nervous and beckoned Harry and Y/n closer and the two bent forward. Dobby whispered, "He said we is free to call him a... a barmy old codger if we likes, sir!"
Dobby gave a frightened sort of giggle.
"But Dobby is not wanting to, Harry Potter, Y/n Grindelwald." he said, talking normally again, and shaking his head so that his ears flapped. "Dobby likes Professor Dumbledore very much, sirs, and is proud to keep his secrets and our silence for him."
"But you can say what you like about the Malfoys now?" Harry asked him, grinning.
A slightly fearful look came into Dobby's immense eyes. "Dobby...Dobby could." he said doubtfully. He squared his small shoulders. "Dobby could tell Harry Potter and Y/n Grindelwald that his old masters were... were... bad Dark wizards!"
Dobby stood for a moment, quivering all over, horror-struck by his own daring and then he rushed over to the nearest table and began banging his head on it very hard, squealing, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
Y/n quickly seized Dobby by his waist and lifted him away from the table. "There is no need to hurt yourself like that anymore Dobby." Y/n said as he set him back down. "Dobby is very good."
"Thank you. Y/n Grindelwald, thank you." said Dobby breathlessly, rubbing his head.
"You just need a bit of practice," Harry said trying to encouraging.
"Practice!" squealed Winky furiously. "You is ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, talking that way about your masters!"
"They isn't my masters anymore, Winky!" said Dobby defiantly. "Dobby doesn't care what they think anymore!"
"Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!" moaned Winky, tears leaking down her face once more. "My poor Mr. Crouch, what is he doing without Winky? He is needing me, he is needing my help! I is looking after the Crouches all my life, and my mother is doing it before me, and my grandmother is doing it before her...oh what is they saying if they knew Winky was freed? Oh the shame, the shame!" She buried her face in her skirt again and bawled.
"Winky." said Hermione firmly, "I'm quite sure Mr. Crouch is getting along perfectly well without you. We've seen him, you know..."
"You is seeing my master?" said Winky breathlessly, raising her tearstained face out of her skirt once more and goggling at Hermione. "You is seeing him here at Hogwarts?"
"Yes." said Hermione "He and Mr Bagman are judges in the Triwizard Tournament."
"Mr. Bagman comes too?" squeaked Winky, and to all their great surprises she looked angry again. "Mr. Bagman is a bad wizard! A very bad wizard! My master isn't liking him, oh no, not at all!"
"Mr Bagman is bad?" said Harry.
"Oh yes," Winky said, nodding her head furiously, "My master is telling Winky some things! But Winky is not saying...Winky - Winky keeps her master's secrets..." She dissolved yet again in tears, they could hear her sobbing into her skirt. "Poor master, poor master, no Winky to help him no more!"
Y/n and Harry looked at one another, could Ludo Bagman have been the one who entered their names? He did seem awfully excited to see them participate after all.
They couldn't get another sensible word out of Winky. They left her to her crying and finished their tea, while Dobby chatted happily about his life as a free elf and his plans for his wages.
"Dobby is going to buy a sweater next, Harry Potter, Y/n Grindelwald, sirs!" he said happily, pointing at his bare chest.
"Tell you what, Dobby." said Ron, who seemed to have taken a great liking to the elf, "I'll give you the one my mum knits me this Christmas, I always get one from her. You don't mind maroon, do you?"
Dobby was delighted.
"We might have to shrink it a bit to fit you." Ron told him. "But it'll go well with your tea cozy."
As they prepared to take their leave, many of the surrounding elves pressed in upon them, offering snacks to take back upstairs. Y/n politely refused and thanked them for their hospitality. Hermione also refused, but with a pained look at the way the elves kept bowing and curtsying, but Harry and Ron loaded their pockets with cream cakes and pies.
"Thanks a lot!" Harry said to the elves, who had all clustered around the door to say good night. "See you, Dobby!"
"Harry Potter...Y/n Grindelwald.... can Dobby come and see you sometimes, sirs?" Dobby asked tentatively.
"Yeah course." Harry said.
"You are more than welcome to Dobby." said Y/n.
Dobby beamed widely.
"You know what?" said Ron, once he, Hermione, Y/n and Harry had left the kitchens behind and were climbing the steps into the entrance hall again. "All these years I've been really impressed with Fred and George, nicking food from the kitchens...well, it's not exactly difficult, is it? They can't wait to give it away!"
"I think this is the best thing that could have happened to those elves, you know." said Hermione, leading the way back up the marble staircase. "Dobby coming to work here, I mean. The other elves will see how happy he is, being free, and slowly it'll dawn on them that they want that too!"
But Y/n wasn't so sure, If the elves reactions in the kitchen were anything to go by he thought the must view Dobby in the same they viewed Mad eye Moody, Brilliant...but mad.
"Let's just hope they don't look too closely at Winky." said Harry.
"Oh she'll cheer up..." said Hermione, though she sounded a bit doubtful. "Once the shocks worn off, and she's got used to Hogwarts, she'll see how much better off she is without that Crouch man. "
"She seems to love him." said Ron thickly as he had just started on a cream cake.
"Doesn't think much of Bagman, though, does she?" said Harry.
"I have to wonder what Mr Crouch said to her at home about him?" Y/n said curiously.
"Probably says he's not a very good Head of Department." said Hermione, "and let's face it... he's got a point, hasn't he?"
"I'd still rather work for him than old Crouch." said Ron. "At least Bagman's got a sense of humor."
"Don't let Percy hear you saying that," Hermione said, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, well, Percy wouldn't want to work for anyone with a sense of humor, would he?" said Ron, now starting on a chocolate eclair. "Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy."
They walked into the common room and noise immediately filled their ears. "You three go ahead, I have something I need to begin working on so I shall have to leave you here." Y/n said.
"Eh?" Ron said.
"Is it something you need help with?" Hermione asked.
"No, I simply need some time to think and the common room is far too loud this evening for me to think in peace." Y/n said. "I will be back in a few hours. Perhaps sooner if I am able to make a breakthrough." He told them before turning to exit the common room.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked as Hermione looked just as clueless.
"Dunno, but we should visit the kitchens more often." Ron said starting on his third cake.
Y/n had been walking around the castle for an hour now as he found himself lost in thought. His walking had brought him through the many corridors of the castle and he now found himself walking in the seventh-floor corridor.
'Things are becoming too complicated in trying to find out who entered our names into the goblet...and I still need to begin working on the clue in the egg. But I do not have a clue where I could. The common room is far too crowded...the Library needs silence...' He thought to himself as he slowly walked down the corridor and turned on his heels heading back the way he came.
'I need to be able to able to work without getting disturbed...' He once again reached the other end of the corridor and turned back down it pacing.
He finally stopped and looked at a tapestry on one of the walls with a sigh now. "What I need to achieve these things...is somewhere I can work in peace..."
A moment later he began to hear something behind him. It sounded like something was moving in the walls. He slowly turned around to see a pair of large doors were indeed forming in the wall as he watched stunned.