The small, over-excited figure of Dobby squeaked merrily down the main street known as Diagon Alley. 'Dobby will find the books Harry Potter needs. May be in here?' As quick as Dobby is, he peered in to a shop to find a menagerie of animals. 'May be not,' Dobby squeaked. However, outside, some stalls were set up. Looking at one of the stalls, Dobby found all the books Harry needed, as well one for himself entitled 'How to Talk in the First Person'. He attracted the attention of the stallholder, who mentioned how much the books cost. 'Okay,' replied Dobby, only to pause at the sight of the stallholder giving him a shocked look. 'No, no, no!' the stallholder started, 'I say ten, you say "Ten? I'll give you three'.' 'Okay,' said Dobby, desperate to get out of the pickle he was now in, 'Three.' 'Three for that? You must be mad!' 'Ok, four.' 'Now you're gettin' it,' encouraged the stallholder, 'Four? With a family to support?' 'Here's five,' hurried Dobby, finding a way out of the situation.
Just then, a spaceship came swooping down and grabbed him. He was now gobsmacked, standing in what seemed like the control centre for the whole craft. Out of the window he could see many balls of colour against a starry black background. The craft took a nose dived and accelerated towards the ball it had just come from, and Dobby was dropped. However, the navigators had miscalculted the position of the place they had picked Dobby up from and dropped him on to a nuclear waste site, puncturing a container and causing the biggest explosion ever known to man.
As the flames headed towards Dobby at an alarming rate, one thought raced through his tiny little mind. 'Crap.'
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