Hello! Dobby? Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby. Harry Potter should have go back...

[Harry wakes up in the hospital wing to find Dobby sitting on his hospital bed] Dobby: [smiles] Hello! Harry: [shocked] Dobby? Dobby: Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby. Harry Potter should have go back home when he missed the train. Harry: It was you. YOU made the barrier not let Ron and me through. Dobby: [piteously] Indeed. Yes, sir. Harry: You nearly got me and Ron expelled! Dobby: At least you were away from here. [Dobby jumps up and stands on Harry's bed, and Harry leans back away from him, clutching his wounded arm] Dobby: [pleadingly] Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought that his bludger was enough to make Harry Potter see! Harry: [suddenly angry] *YOUR Bludger*? YOU made that Bludger chase after me? Dobby: [still piteous] Dobby was most aggrieved, sir. Dobby had to iron his hands. [Dobby shows Harry his hands which are red and heavily bandaged in gauze] Harry: [threateningly] You better clear off before my bones come back or else I might strangle you! [Dobby reacts in fear and quickly jumps off the bed and lands back-first on the floor. Harry gets up from bed, still holding his wounded arm] Dobby: [backing away and clutching on the foot-board of the bed] Dobby is used to death threats sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home. Harry: [interrogatively] I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill me? Dobby: No! Not to kill you, sir. Never kill you. Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We House elves were treated like vermin, sir... Of course, Dobby is still treated like vermin. [Overcome with emotion, Dobby's voice breaks and he bursts out crying putting his hands over his eyes as he sobs noisily. Harry looks on with sympathy]