"What did?" Draco pressed impatiently. "What is it? Hand it over." He took the crumpled parchment from Dobby's outstretched hand and eyed it. Skeptically, he unraveled the document. Draco wasn't entirely sure what he expected to find (half-mad writings left by his father, perhaps? Or, a hit-list his mother had uncharacteristically opted to leave on paper?). He blinked. Met Dobby's dilated eyes, then blinked again. "Where did you find this?"