Awakening the Power Within

***Chapter 4***

Protection of The House Elves

"What do you mean 'look after' Dobby?" Ginny said walking closer to Dobby.

"Well Dobby is hearing the prophecy of Ginny Weasley and Dobby wants to do his part miss," he said smiling very big at her. He was wearing a sweater that Mrs. Weasley had knitted for him; it had a big 'D' on it. On his head were some of the hats that he collected while Hermione was promoting S.P.E.W.; on his feet were the two pair of odd socks that Harry had given him last year for Christmas.

"What part is that Dobby?" said Mr. Weasley sitting down patting the seat next to him for Dobby to have a seat as well.

"Well if the prophecy is true sir, Ginny Weasley will need protecting sir," Dobby blinked his yellow eyes at Mr. Weasley.

"He is right you know," Charlie said looking at his father.

"Why will I need protecting Dobby?" Ginny said, again looking at the elf.

"Because there will be people who do not want this to happen Miss Ginny Weasley. They will go to great lengths to stop it, more than likely have already started," he was now looking at Ginny. "Look who Dobby brought with him."

Another familiar house elf appeared out from behind a table by the stairs fidgeting her hands furiously.

"Winky!" exclaimed Ginny.

"Winky wants to help Miss Ginny Weasley, too," she said. She was dressed similar to Dobby. Winky finally got over Barty Crouch, with the help of Dumbledore, Dobby and Hermione.

"Well I don't mean to be rude, Dobby, but how can you and Winky help?" Ginny asked with a little confusion on her face.

"Ah Ginny Weasley, Winky and Dobby are no longer enslaved. We are free to help who we want. We house elves have our own magic, magic that some wizards don't want known. We protect those whom we serve and love. Dumbledore told us to do what is necessary to protect Miss Ginny Weasley," he said looking around at all of them.

Ginny didn't think about all that. "I would be glad to have you and Winky on our side," she said kissing the elf on the cheek.

"What exactly will you be doing Dobby?" Charlie asked.

"We will do what ever is needed, when it is needed. Dobby has many things he wants to teach Miss Ginny Weasley and her family."

"Winky will be happy to help with the babies," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well let's not get too far ahead of our selves, okay, and one thing at a time," Mrs. Weasley broke in the conversation. "Where will you be staying?"

"Where ever Miss Ginny Weasley stays of course," Dobby answered her.

"Okay then you may stay in the twins' old bedroom while she is here," Mrs. Weasley said with a look of delight.

"Thank you Mrs. Molly Weasley ma'am," Winky said looking at all of them. "Please let us know if there is anything we can do Miss Ginny Weasley ma'am."

The two little elves walked up the stairs following Mrs. Weasley to the twins' old room. She got them all settled in, while the others were talking down stairs.

"Ginny, this is remarkable. Having house elves willing to serve you is a great deal indeed," Charlie said.

Ginny got up and walked to the ice box and got a drink. "I know Charlie, house elves are very special little creatures," she responded to him taking a sip.

"They indeed have their own special brand of magic, some say it is the ancient magic," Mr. Weasley looked at Charlie. "He was right some wizards don't want it known that elves are very powerful indeed. Most have the view of their masters like Kreacher; loyal until death do them part, while some like Dobby do not."

"I think I am going to go to bed now. I am really tired," Ginny said as she hugged her father and kissed him on the cheek. The day had been really full of mind boggling news. She said good night to Charlie as he walked up stairs.

She sat down on her bed, and looked around her room. Turning on her Euterpedio (wizard radio) as she sat there listening to the music, thinking back on the day and all that had happened. Picking up her brush she brushed through her hair, smelling Bergamot in her shampoo stronger than ever. She closed her eyes and was reliving her run through the forest. Her memory was interrupted by a tap on the window. It was Pig, Ron's owl. She opened the window to let him in. He was carrying a letter. Ginny took the letter off his leg and sent him down stairs to get some food. She opened the letter it read:

September 24, 2004

Ginny,

Don't forget we have to be at Madam Veil's Bridal Boutique at ten o'clock in the morning. Oh, and please wear something nice, besides your best jeans and t-shirt. We are going to the Grinning Gargoyle for dinner with Ron, Harry and a few of our old friends. Just so you know!

Have a good evening and send Pig back in the morning.

Love,

Hermione xx

Ginny laughed at the thought of Hermione telling her to wear something nice. She was always telling her, 'wear a dress every now and then, you are so beautiful.' Ginny lay back on her bed, when a soft knock came at the door.

"Come-in."

The door opened to reveal Charlie. "Can I come in?" he asked before he entered the room.

"Sure, I was just thinking."

"Well that is understandable you have a lot to think about," he said sitting on her bed leaning up against the wall. "Listen Ginny, I just want you to know that you have all my love and support here."

"I know," she said.

"And about Harry, it will be okay. He is a great guy and he will understand. Besides if he doesn't, he will have your six brothers to deal with," he said smiling shaking his fist playfully. "Seriously, just be honest and tell him everything don't hold anything back. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Charlie. I think everyone is forgetting that I do have a fully functioning brain here," she said sarcastically; tapping her self on the head with her finger.

"I know, but you will always be our baby sister," he said as he got up and walked over to the door. "If you need me let me know," he said, then walked out the door closing it behind him.

Ginny was tired now more than ever, everyone seemed to be so confident that Harry was the father the prophecy was talking about; everyone but her. As she was changing into her pajamas she couldn't rid her self of the nagging that there was something somebody wasn't telling her. She was almost asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow there was so much to figure out.