Dobby meets his doom! Options

[Imogen]

This was Erin's suggestion, and I love it! Dobby's driving me nuts, and probably will for most of this fic. So the plan is - to ease a little frustration - to kill Dobby off in this thread with as many variations and mutilations as possible. Please feel free to join in.

Dobby was strolling down Diagon Alley with the key to Dumbledore's vault clutched tightly in his fingers. Dumbledore had entrusted him with this mission and it was important that he did as much as possible to worry all of Imogen's readers that Harry was about to die.
"Such an honour it is!" he squeaked to himself, delighted that he'd eventually made it into one of the stories.
He turned left, and was just wandering past Magical Musical Moments when a loud groaning noice caught his attention. A dark shadow loomed over him, swaying in the wind and the creaking intensified.
Slowly the little house elf looked up with huge eyes like surprised saucers. The walls of the building towered above him and finally his eyes alighted on a large, black, heavy Steinway piano suspended from a very rickety pulley.
The rope was fraying. Slowly. Slowly to the final strand.
Dobby gulped.
There was a rush of air.
Squelch!

[Julephenia]

Dobby the House-Elf was hurrying along the corridors of Hogwarts, worrying about his favorite student, Harry Potter. It seemed Harry Potter was always getting into trouble - or rather, trouble was getting into him.

Yet there was nothing poor Dobby could do about it, except to scurry to and fro, annoying the daylights out of poor Mr. Potter.

"Psst!"

Dobby jumped.

"Hey, you, Dobby!"

"Who is speaking to Dobby? Dobby is not looking for trouble, no. Dobby is looking for Harry Potter!"

An exasperated sigh. "You are ALWAYS looking for Harry Potter. Give the kid a break and try to help other kids around here for once, will you?"

"Dobby doesn't know any other students, Miss," for Dobby was sure it was a girl speaking. "Dobby only knows Harry Potter's Weezey, and Weezey's Miss, and Harry Potter's Miss Weezey!"

"Yeah, don't we all. Anyway, you don't know me, but you WILL know me!"

"What does Miss mean about Dobby will?" the elf backed up nervously, as a slight brown-haired girl emerged from the shadows.

"I'm a - erm - *fan* of Harry's. I think he's quite nice, and I don't want to hurt him. But I need your help," she spoke quickly and quietly.

"You is NOT a student, Miss! Miss doesn't have a uniform!" Dobby was very scared now.

"No, I'm not a Hogwarts student, but I know all about it. I just need your help on this one little thing..." She looked nice, to Dobby. And she didn't hit Dobby like the Malfoys had.

Dobby considered.

"Please? It's for Harry..."

"OH! It's for Harry Potter! Dobby will do ANYTHING for Harry Potter, Miss!"

"Figures. OK, here." She handed him a sheet of paper, entitled "Introduction to Philosophy: Take-Home Final Exam".

Dobby took one look at the questions, and his head exploded.

The girl laughed, grabbed the paper, and vanished, back to her desk at college.



Becky, three guesses what she's trying to do