Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Quotes

Dobby: [Heard a noise nearby; he jumps on Harry's bed and ushers Harry to come close; whispering] Listen... Listen, Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts. Harry Potter must not stay here, now that history is to repeat itself.
Harry: [whispering back; about the Chamber of Secrets] Repeat itself? Do you mean that this has happened before?

Dobby: [horrified gasp; covering his mouth with his hands] Oh! I shouldn't have said that!
[Dobby looks around wildly]
Dobby: [panicked] Oh!
[Dobby seizes the "Skele-Grow potion bottle from the bedside table. With a grunt, he hits his head with the bottle]
Dobby: [repeatedly hitting his head with the bottle; shrieking]

Bad Dobby! Bad...
Harry: [whispering; over Dobby's shrieks] Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Dobby, Stop it!
[Harry grabs the bottle from Dobby, sets it on the bed and grabs Dobby by the collar of his pillow case shirt]
Harry: Tell me, Dobby. When did this happen before? Who is doing it now?
Dobby: [shaking his head

vigorously] Dobby can not say, sir!
[Dobby strokes Harry's hand in comforting, almost motherly way]
Dobby: Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be safe.
Harry: No, Dobby, Tell me. Who is it?
[Before he could answer, Dobby hears something coming from the hall. He snaps his fingers and vanishes, leaving Harry grabbing onto thin air]

[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]

Dobby: [about his bout of inflicting harm on himself] Dobby had to punish himself, sir. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir.
Harry Potter: Your family?
Dobby: [sits on Harry's chair and looks directly into Harry's eyes] The wizard family that Dobby serves, sir. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever... if they ever knew

Dobby was here! Oooo! But Dobby had to come. Dobby must tell Harry Potter. To warn him...
[whispers]
Dobby: Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year... There is a plot.
[looks around anxiously]
Dobby: A plot to make the most *terrible* things happen!
Harry Potter: What

terrible things? Who's plotting them?
Dobby: [making facial expressions and talking through his teeth] He... Who... Can't... Name...
[Dobby begins to make noises, as though arguing with himself]
Harry Potter: [trying to be calm] Okay, I understand... You can't say his name.
[Dobby jumps on a table and grabs Harry's desklamp and turns it

upside down]
Dobby: [with a low grunt, Dobby begins hitting head on the base of the lamp, squealing and yelping in pain]
Harry Potter: [trying to sound calm] Dobby... Please. Put. The Lamp. Down!

Uncle Vernon: I'm warning you. If you can't control that bloody bird, it'll have to go.
Harry: But she's bored! If I could only let her out for an hour or two...
Uncle Vernon: [chuckles] So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends, no sir.
Harry: I haven't had any messages... from any of my

friends. Not one all summer.
Dudley Dursley: Who'd want to be friends with you?
[nudges Harry out of way]
Uncle Vernon: I should think you'd be a little more grateful. We've raised you since you were a baby. We've given you the food at our table, you even have Dudley's second bedroom, clearly out of the goodness of our hands.

Aunt Petunia Dursley: [as Dudley tries to steal some cake] Not now, Popkins! It's for when the Msons are on.
Uncle Vernon: Which should be any minute!
[gestures everyone towards him]
Uncle Vernon: Now, let's go over our schedule once again, shall we? Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you will be-?
Aunt Petunia

Dursley: In the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home!
Uncle Vernon: Good. And Dudley, you will be-?
Dudley Dursley: [in an accent] I'll be waiting to open the door.
Uncle Vernon: Excellent!
[he, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley walk toward Harry]
Uncle Vernon: And you?

Harry: I'll be in my bedroom. Making no noise and pretending I don't exist.
Uncle Vernon: Too right you are. This could well be the biggest day of my career. And you will not mess it up.