Dobby meets his doom! Options

[nome]

You know, I always thought Winky was less irritating. Maybe Imogen really COULD kill off Dobby and he could've confided in Winky, who continues the work in a slightly less annoying fashion.

:twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

Nome.

[Julephenia]

Nome, darling, what happened to the Newt?

I guess it got better, no?

Becky, starting to figure out Monty Python references - and Imogen, having Dobby confide in Winky *does* give you an out....

[nome]

Now, if we wanted to be really painful, we could insert the lines:

"It turned me into a sock!"
"A sock?"
*pause*
"I got sweater."


ooh. *wince*
Nome.

[BJH]

I got sweater!!! Oh GROAN.

How about after Imogen kills Dobby she puts him into an owl cage and nails him to a perch there? This way he can still be a part of the story but he just wouldn't be able to talk, not to mention fulfilled a portion of the Monty Python requirements.

"Excuse me, is that a house-elf?"

"A Norwegian Blue...beautiful plummage."

BJ

[Julephenia]

Ow.

Just ow.

NOME!

Hmmm... Dobby in an owl cage... now *that* would be fun.

But would Hedwig tolerate it?

What about Hermione?

Becky, broke her friend

[nome]

Dobby scurried down the slope towards the cave, the wizened old man's warnings unheeded. He skirted a particularily large pile of bones and spotted something white flying for his neck...

And another creature fell prey to the evil plot bunny of Caer Bannog.

Nome. :twisted:

[Yoda]

'I doubt it will make much difference,' said Professor McGonagall coldly, 'unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the Entrance Hall.'

Even Ron laughed. Professor Trewlawney looked highly affronted...

...[Harry and Ron] Made their way into the Entrance Hall, which was completely devoid of mad axe-men.

Climbing the stairs, they did not see the small round head roll out of the shadows, coming to a rest with saucer-sized eyes open in shock.

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Edit: Forgot to mention (of all things) that this is taken from the Christmas feast in PoA - up until the rolling head that is

Yoda; only responsible for the rolling head.

[jamesbow]

"Dobby was bad, Mr. Potter, sir! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!" The squirrelly elf began beating his head against a handy metal canister.

Harry and Ginny's eyes went wide. Without a signal, they turned and ran for their lives.

Behind them, Dobby kept punishing himself. "Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!" Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

BOOM!

Ginny picked herself up and helped Harry to his feet as debris showered down all around them. "Harry, I told you it was a mistake to meet Dobby in a munitions factory!"[/i]

[nome]

Dobby scampered, his very footsteps irritating nearby shoppers. He was on his way to Gringotts on a very important mission! His eyes were shining with honored tears as he hurried along...

He never realized he was turning down an alley he'd always avoided. His last thoughts were filled with glory and praise for Dumbledore. He never knew he'd been snatched out of the alley and liquidated by a dirty old man for use in a potion.

Knockturn Alley shoppers never batted an eye as they bought the professed cure-all, 'Elf Elixir', but an eye that had been missed in liquidation did.



Are we sick and twisted, or is it just my imagination?

Nome, responsible for everything, minus any rolling heads that snuck in. She looks back, and supposes none did.

So...

Nome, from her sick and twisted lair.

[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

[rdehwyll]

"Oh, Dobby, would you come in here a minute?"

"Yes Miss Granger, I is here."

"Ive been doing some research, and I found out some bad news."

"Bad news? Dobby doesn't like bad news..."

"Well, in any case, I'm abandoning S.P.E.W."

"Why is that?"

"Because I've found out that freed house elves implode!"

"That's not possible -- Dobby is free and--"

SPLORK!!!

[Willow]

lol! ive had such fun reading these...although i cant think of one to write myself

[USMCDevilDog]

The smell of brimstone was in the atmosphere. Harry would just have to get over with it and cast the One Pair of Socks into the fiery chasm. "Harry Potter sir," squeaked Dobb from behind him. "Don't do it! Dont destrotys my Ahh! No!" To Harry's delight, Dobby the house elf dove into the fire shrieking the last words Harry would hear from that annoying elf. "PRECIOUSSS!"

[Willow]

i like the precciousss...part, very gollum like

[Willow]

Dobby walked up the charms corrider as usual to tend to the fires, in the professers quarters. He entered. He noticed a pair of socks on a washing line.
'socksssss' cried dobby, 'poor poor socks, hung out on a line'
Dobby didn't see the black shadow behing him until it was too late.
The axe fell.
'poor poor Dobby, hung out on a line......'