As he wept, dripping large tears onto the hardwood floor, he made his way toward the
fireplace and reached for the poker.
"Oh, no," Tilly said, rolling her eyes.
"Dobby, stop!" Harry yelled just as Dobby gripped the poker tightly in hand. "I
forbid you to punish yourself!"
Dobby halted immediately.
"Young Master Harry is a smart Master," Tilly said affectionately. "Young Master
saved Dobby from bad Malfoys. Dobby belonged to Young Miss Cissa. She give husband
gift of house-elf. He a bad wizard."
"He's also dead," Mia snarled.
"Suffer much?" Tilly asked.
"His son basically cut him in half when he threatened Narcissa," she replied casually.
Tilly raised her head regally. "That be the Black blood. Good blood, bad tempers."
Her attention turned back to Harry and she spoke clearly. "Harry Potter freed Dobby;
Dobby bond with Harry Potter."
"Dobby, aren't you supposed to ask before starting a bond with a new Master or
Mistress?" Remus inquired.
The little elf shrugged, toeing the ground sheepishly. "Dobby does as Dobby does."
"Can you feel the magic?" Mia asked with a smile as she slipped out of her shoes to
dig her toes into the grass outside in the orchards, beneath the mass canopy of trees.
"Is that normal?" Harry asked as he walked up to stand at her side, looking over the
large expanse of land.
"Two sealed bondings took place right here. Your parents were married just over
there―" She gestured with a bright smile, the memory in her mind as though it were only
months ago—which for her, it was. "—and the Pack Bond was sealed over there. I
wouldn't be surprised if the residual magic didn't stick around for a hundred years.
Especially after Sirius and I are married here."
Harry smiled at her. "I think it'll be beautiful, Hermione. Out of curiosity, how is a
Pack Bond sealed?"