Christmas at Durskaban!

Harry Potter in his fourth year was headed to the Dursley's For Christmas. The Yule Ball had been a disaster. Then everyone was forced to return home for the holidays. Harry was on the train alone. Ron was with his brothers. His family going to Romania To spend the Holiday.

Harry was sitting dreading what was to come. He remembered a couple of books he wrote reports on when he was in public school.

Both by Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol and Oliver Twist. They seemed in many ways to imitate his own life. His Uncle Vernon certainly imitated the character of Scrooge, While he felt as if he were the character of Oliver Twist.

As he sat alone on the train, a little friend popped into the cabin. "Dobby, what are you doing here?" was the first thing out of his mouth. Dobby being Dobby, was still awed by Harry. "Harry Potter sir, Dobby saw how you were looking so unhappy, Dobby wants to help, Sir."

Harry just sighed. "I don't think you can Dobby."

The little elf looked at Harry. "What were you thinking about Sir?'

Harry went on to explain the books that his life at Privet Drive reminded him of. He finshed just as the train began to slow down as the were coming to platform 9 ¾ in London.

Dobby just smiled as the Train came to a halt. "Dobby has an idea sir." And with those words Popped away.

Harry exited the Train to a few quick fare wells to some of his friends and headed through the barrier to the Muggle side of Kings Cross Station, only to see the bane of his existence Vernon Dursley, with a scowl that could frighten even the meanest Hungarian Horn Tail. "Hurry up boy, you've spoiled enough of the holidays as it is." He growled. "NOW MOVE!"

Harry was thinking, 'why couldn't I go to France with Hermione'. "Yes Uncle Vernon."

"And none of your cheek, I don't want to hear a word out of you. None of your freakishness either!" If Vernon only knew what Dobby was plotting.

The drive to my Holiday prison was uneventful. Vernon was scowling and swearing at every red light and bit of traffic as if I personally caused it to aggravate him. The vein in his for head was throbbing as he turned an off shade of puce that could swear existed no where in nature.

When we arrived at Privet Dr. I was shuffled quickly into the house and pushed up the stairs to Dudley's second bedroom. It was only slightly bigger than the small broom cupboard I grew up in for ten long years. I was then locked in and told to stay quiet for the duration, I was not to spoil their Christmas. Once inside Dobby appeared once again. The little guy put up silencing charms and masked my magic with an elf ward. At least I could do my home work. He then expanded the room like the tent the Weasleys had at the world cup, well I'd be comfortable at the very least. I went to sleep pondering a golden egg, and a brown haired girl named Hermione. I just couldn't get that dress out of my mind.

Unbeknownst to me, while I slept Dobby got to work. He had taken the Dickens tales to heart and thought up dreams for each of my so called family, to them it would be more of nightmares. He gained help for some other of the fey.

Aunt Petunia Dreamt of her sister and that she had died and was confronted for her treatment of me under her care. Petunia was still shaking hours after she awoke.

Dudley Had the tables turned on him and in the dream felt every last thing he, his parents, and friends had done to me over my years there, and awoke with the same scars that I wore. Dudley couldn't even leave his room for fear of his parents.

It was Vernon that got the worst of it. He truly was a clone of Ebenezer Scrooge. He was danced through the memories of all he had done. Not only to me, the people at Grunnings tool and die. He had impregnated Several young and beautiful secretaries over the years then fired them, leaving them to get abortions or raise his illegitimate children in abject poverty. The fey walked him trough it all. With the Ghost of Old man Grunning starting the show. Dobby and his friends were extremely creative.

The next morning Harry was the only one to awake from pleasant dreams.

When a very contrite knock was heard on Harry's door about ten the next morning it was a very different set of Dursley's than Harry had ever seen before. He was taken to the dining room and sat down to a breakfast feast. The words freak and boy were never uttered, he was affectionately by name. It would seem someone had looked up local stores on the internet, and for the first time in Harry's memory, he was taken on shopping for himself. Harry kept pinching himself to see if he was still asleep dreaming. He got a full Muggle wardrobe that fit, with shoes and trainers, A few odd books and a T.V. for his room. Dudley was spending time with him like real brother would. The oddest thing of all was the ride to Kings Cross. His family talked to him his Aunt Petunia Told him to write and to do so often, that she expected to see a lot of Hedwig over the next months until he arrived at home. Then the weirdest thing of all. Petunia hugged him kissed him on his forehead and told him he was loved by her.

Harry entered the compartment thinking he had past into the twilight zone.

Hermione met Harry in the compartment, with one look she knew something had radically changed. The Glasses were gone, so were the baggy clothes that were not more than rags, but the look in his eyes was totally new. She wasn't sure what was going on and asked him with a note of disbelief. "Harry what Happened?"

Harry looked in Hermione's eyes, those beautiful cinnamon brown eyes, had never looked so good before. "I really don't know Hermione, I awoke on boxing day, to a whole new family. I felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight zone, and it seems to have left me there." At that moment Dobby popped into the compartment.

"Is Harry Potter happy with what Dobby did?"

Both Harry and Hermione looked at Dobby with questioning eyes, and then Harry spoke. "Dobby what did you do?"

Dobby being a contrite little elf told the story. "You remember the stories you told Dobby on the train?" Harry nodded in reply. "Dobby made Harry Potters relatives have the dreams like the stories, Dobby showed them why it was bad for Harry Potter and them. Did Dobby do a good thing?"

Harry stated laughing. Hermione had a look of Horror. She turned to Harry. "What stories?" Harry began calming down so he could speak, but still with mild chuckles working through it.

"Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol an Oliver Twist."

Hermione's Horror turned to laughter and Harry once again started laughing.

Harry then Turned To Dobby. "Dobby you are totally amazing. Thank you!"

"Dobby always takes care of his family."

Hermione looked at Harry with anger building and Harry knew her top was about to blow if he didn't head it off.

"Dobby, how did we become family?"

Hermione's ire abated somewhat, but she wanted answers.

"Does Harry Potter remember Freeing Dobby from bad master Lucius?"

Harry Nodded in response. "Dobby wanted to be Harry Potter's elf, so Dobby bonded with Harry Potter, Then stopped bad old master from hurting Harry Potter. Dobby will always come to Harry Potter and his Hermione."

This was one time Hermione quickly asked a question before Harry could even think. "What did you mean by, Harry Potter's Hermione?"

Dobby looked at them as if they both had lost their minds. "Does Miss Hermione not love Harry Potter?"

Hermione was suddenly more red than Weasley Hair. "Well I…"

Harry was looking at Hermione when Dobby spoke again. "Does not Harry Potter Love his Hermione?"

Harry was speechless. Hermione was looking at him with a one word Question. "Harry?"

Harry was caught in Hermione's gaze. His voice having left him all he could do is nod at Hermione as if he were a mouse caught in trap, but his love for Hermione shown through.

The Look became a longing, which finally reverted to action. The two came together in their first kiss as Dobby beamed at them. Ron Weasley burst into the compartment.

The look on Ron's face was beyond anger; His jealousy over Harry blew higher than Mount Vesuvius. The words he spewed as vile as to be unprintable. Then he stormed out of the compartment.

The three left in the compartment giggled a bit and Dobby locked the door, put up elf notice me not charms, and left the new lovers to become better acquainted.

The arrival at Hogwarts was for the first time a mixed feeling for Harry. He had a true loving home, which still felt very weird to him. Now a fantastic girlfriend and his best friend taking off on him as usual, He still had this stupid tournament too.

At least Dobby told him how to solve the egg.

When the welcome back feast began, Harry and Hermione were sitting together at the Gryffindor table. As the first course was served a group of Goblins trouped in.