The only thing that seems to make sense, that brings some kind of contentment to my relationship with myself — my eating, my moving, and my relationship with the great big world around me — is to appreciate the thing that I am. This warm, pink, mammalian flesh gives me all the tools I need to negotiate a pretty spectacular and time-sensitive existence. I see, hear, taste, and feel, both tactilely and emotionally, entirely at the discretion of my architecture. It doesn’t just mediate my interaction with the world — it creates that world. It is the stuff of my existence. And it’s the one place I can always return to, when weary or tired, to recreate that existence.
So, we look out for each other. I keep its structure sound, and it provides the world to me. My body is far more than the circumference of my thighs, the completeness of my shaving job, or the size of my appetite — it’s my home. I carry it with me."
— Michelle Allison (via internal-acceptance-movement)
In the Chamber of Secrets, when Dobby first appears in Harry’s bedroom, Dobby tells Harry about how he has heard all about Harry’s greatness.
But if he serves the Malfoys and rarely leaves the Manor, who told Dobby these things?
My money is on Draco.