It was just another sunny morning in Britain. No one would ever expect that something extraordinary would happen today, as it was a simply ordinary, boring Tuesday. But something strange happened indeed, something that strange that no one would ever believe the story to be true.

Dobby the House Elf got up early, as he was told to do. Ironing his ears, he shuddered to think of his family. Bad Dobby! He had almost thought badly of his family! As his masters were surely getting up soon, he started to prepare breakfast. It wouldn't do to keep Master, Mistress and Little Master waiting. If only he had a chance to be free. As usual, Master wanted a big breakfast. And a soft egg. Feeling a little rebellious, Dobby decided that this would not do. He'd take his chances, maybe Master would not want poor Dobby anymore.

Hearing the familiar shout for an elf, Dobby immediately arranged the breakfast at the table. Well, they were in for a surprise. And it was only Little Master who was in the room right now, so there was a chance that Dobby would succeed with his evil plan. Hiding in the shadows, supposedly cleaning, Dobby waited for the fireworks to start.

With his usual grace, Lucius Malfoy grabbed his silver spoon, poaching on his egg. As the egg was hit by the spoon, one could easily see his expression change. He became taller, somehow, and a prominent sneer formed on his face. Soon, Dobby felt that he was called. As he expected. At least until now, all went well, just as he had planned. Raging, Lucius Malfoy pointed at his egg. It was funny to observe, Dobby decided. No longer the proud man that one was used to see at the Ministry, it was a distorted face full of rage, with a sneer that had never been that pronounced. Obediently, Dobby went to the nearest wall, hitting his head. He nearly missed his Mistress's reaction. Frowning ever so slightly, her eyes as cold as ice, she was glaring at her husband with undisguised disgust. Ever so slightly, she nodded towards the toddler, that was ogling his father, before glaring at him again. Shuddering at his wife's glare, Master started to actually put some salt on his egg, he was actually going to eat it. Turning his back, Dobby was rubbing his hands. This was working too well. And...yes, he was called, but looking at his master, it looked as if a cat had gotten his tongue. Or an angry Mistress. And he was dismissed, almost instantly, by his Mistress. Glancing at the little blonde boy that was looking just like his father, she was tilting her head ever so slightly, before glaring at Master again. Daring him to call Dobby again, Mistress sent him away. This went better as he had planned.

Master took a careful bite of his egg, before screwing up his face. As Mistress's eyes widened ever so slightly and she nodded towards the nearest sofa, he quickly hid his expression behind a closely guarded mask. The corners of his mouth drooping ever so slightly, he carefully glanced at his wife, looking for any sign of weakness. But she remained firm, her lips in a thin line, not budging even an inch. He was in for it. Taking another small bite, the disgust became even more pronounced in his face. Dobby didn't understand this at all. Almost giggling with glee, he just could imagine what Master would like to do to him now, eating an overcooked egg with sugar. Dobby would have to pay for this later, he was sure. But Master was always careful not to kill Dobby. And Dobby would have his revenge.

Master stopped eating, shoving his not-soft egg aside. Dobby knew his Mistress, she wouldn't stand for this. Though carefully suppressed, her anger became almost palpable. Master was in for it now, Dobby knew it! To make matters even worse, Little Master Draco imitated his father, shoving away his breakfast. Mistress seemed to be simply furious. Raising an eyebrow at her son and her husband, she tapped her plate, shooting a significant glance at Master. Cowing, almost. And Master's shape seemed to shrink, as he carefully pulled his food towards him again. Pointing at his egg, he handed a spoon over to Mistress. She eyed it doubtfully, as if daring him to say that something was wrong. Behind their backs, Dobby snipped his finger to change the spoon's contents to a perfectly soft egg with a grain of salt. And he enjoyed the look of shock on his Master's face as Mistress literally growled at him, her eyebrows vanishing in her hair.

Someday, she would kill him. And Dobby would be closeby, watching.

Life was good.