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What House-Elves Are Made Of
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
21,213
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What House-Elves Are Made Of
A/N: This story is based off of a challenge. Find more info about that in the bottom author notes. Also this fan fiction may, in later chapters, contain scenes which some may consider bestiality. Most people will agree that it is be M/F (and maybe even F/F and moresomes) though. I’ll leave at that for now. There will be an appropriate warning at the top of those chapters along with more information. I will say this, there will be no sex between Harry (or any other character) and any of the house-elves he inherits or anything that looks like a house-elf. If you still don’t get what I’m alluding to, you should be able to by the end of this chapter.
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“Hello, Hermione,” Harry said as his friend appeared. Harry was busy packing a suit case with all sorts of clothes.
“Hi, Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Hermione asked. Harry had sent her an owl a few hours previous asking her to floo over to his apartment at her convenience.
“Well, you see, I’ve inherited a mansion from the late Miss Flaggons. I never knew her, but she was a big fan and left everything to me. I’m however on the verge of a very important Auror mission. I won’t be able to check on it for at least a month. I was wondering if you could visit, make sure the elves have enough food for them selves and everything is in working order. Just don’t free any of the elves just yet. I don’t want them to think I hate them. I’d have to soften them up to the idea.”
“Of course Harry. I’ll head over their after work tomorrow. What’s the address?”
Harry handed her a small slip of paper. “I would love to stay and chat, but Minister Kingsley is expecting me. You know the way out.” Harry picked up his suitcase and apparated out. Hermione made sure the fireplace was locked so no one could floo in while Harry was gone and then apparated herself.
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When Hermione arrived at the mansion she was in awe. It was several stories high, had a huge front lawn, and was well kept. When Harry had said he inherited a mansion, she imagined something like she saw in old horror movies, like #3 Grimmauld Place.
Hermione approached the door and tried to open it. It wouldn’t budge. “Alohomora,” she muttered. The door still wouldn’t open. She tried knocking, but no one answered. “The house-elves must be under orders to not open the door when their master isn’t home,” thought Hermione.
Hermione then noticed a small door, partially hidden by the bushes. “A house-elf door, so they can do yard work easily!” Hermione pondered for a few seconds, and then being the clever witch she was, she shrunk herself to the relative size of a house-elf. “That should do it,” she though as she headed to the door. Wand in hand, she opened the door and headed in.
She entered the hallway. It was well lit and had portraits lining it. Underneath each portrait was a list and picture of the house-elves who served under that owner. Some of them looked remarkably similar to a human. This phenomenon was more and more common the farther back in history Hermione went. In fact, the only one that actually looked like a house elf in the first picture was listed as Head House-Elf. While Hermione was looking at the portraits trying to figure out what this was about, a voice startled her.
“There you are. Mistress said our new master might bring us new elves.” Said a very old looking (at least Hermione thought she was old, age was hard to tell in house-elves, after all) house-elf.
“What?” asked Hermione. Then she realized she was still small. She took her want to engorge herself. Suddenly the wand flew from Hermione’s hand into the old house-elf’s.
“Bad house-elf! House-elves aren’t supposed to carry wands. Now I have to report this to the new Master. He won’t be happy. And what are you doing in clothes? You are a disgraceful elf!” The house-elf snapped her fingers, and Hermione found herself in a pillowcase.
“You must be mistaken; I’m not a house-elf. I’m a witch.”
“Nonsense. You are house-elf size. Besides, you are not Master, and you are in masters home when he isn’t home. Therefore you must be a house-elf.”
“But Master, I mean Harry, wanted me to check up on the house.” Hermione was embarrassed at accidentally calling Harry “master.”
“You must call Master ‘Master’ at all times, or Master Harry if you prefer. It’s almost like you have never been a house-elf before. And of course he sent you here to check up on things. It’s a much too boring task for Master to do himself, so he sent a house-elf. You’d better get to work; Master will want a report when he gets back.”
Hermione flung up her hands in defeat and ran out of the room crying. She had been beaten, and she knew it. Without a wand, she couldn’t transform to normal size. Her best hope was to do what the old house-elf, who was probably the Head House-Elf, told her to do. When Harry got back, he would sort this all out. She knew he would.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. Later chapters will be longer. The challenge this fic is based on is by femtedd and is called “Challenge: Hermione's House-elf Training.” It can be found the Round-Robins section of AFF. I’ll try to update soon, but no promises.
***
“Hello, Hermione,” Harry said as his friend appeared. Harry was busy packing a suit case with all sorts of clothes.
“Hi, Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Hermione asked. Harry had sent her an owl a few hours previous asking her to floo over to his apartment at her convenience.
“Well, you see, I’ve inherited a mansion from the late Miss Flaggons. I never knew her, but she was a big fan and left everything to me. I’m however on the verge of a very important Auror mission. I won’t be able to check on it for at least a month. I was wondering if you could visit, make sure the elves have enough food for them selves and everything is in working order. Just don’t free any of the elves just yet. I don’t want them to think I hate them. I’d have to soften them up to the idea.”
“Of course Harry. I’ll head over their after work tomorrow. What’s the address?”
Harry handed her a small slip of paper. “I would love to stay and chat, but Minister Kingsley is expecting me. You know the way out.” Harry picked up his suitcase and apparated out. Hermione made sure the fireplace was locked so no one could floo in while Harry was gone and then apparated herself.
***
When Hermione arrived at the mansion she was in awe. It was several stories high, had a huge front lawn, and was well kept. When Harry had said he inherited a mansion, she imagined something like she saw in old horror movies, like #3 Grimmauld Place.
Hermione approached the door and tried to open it. It wouldn’t budge. “Alohomora,” she muttered. The door still wouldn’t open. She tried knocking, but no one answered. “The house-elves must be under orders to not open the door when their master isn’t home,” thought Hermione.
Hermione then noticed a small door, partially hidden by the bushes. “A house-elf door, so they can do yard work easily!” Hermione pondered for a few seconds, and then being the clever witch she was, she shrunk herself to the relative size of a house-elf. “That should do it,” she though as she headed to the door. Wand in hand, she opened the door and headed in.
She entered the hallway. It was well lit and had portraits lining it. Underneath each portrait was a list and picture of the house-elves who served under that owner. Some of them looked remarkably similar to a human. This phenomenon was more and more common the farther back in history Hermione went. In fact, the only one that actually looked like a house elf in the first picture was listed as Head House-Elf. While Hermione was looking at the portraits trying to figure out what this was about, a voice startled her.
“There you are. Mistress said our new master might bring us new elves.” Said a very old looking (at least Hermione thought she was old, age was hard to tell in house-elves, after all) house-elf.
“What?” asked Hermione. Then she realized she was still small. She took her want to engorge herself. Suddenly the wand flew from Hermione’s hand into the old house-elf’s.
“Bad house-elf! House-elves aren’t supposed to carry wands. Now I have to report this to the new Master. He won’t be happy. And what are you doing in clothes? You are a disgraceful elf!” The house-elf snapped her fingers, and Hermione found herself in a pillowcase.
“You must be mistaken; I’m not a house-elf. I’m a witch.”
“Nonsense. You are house-elf size. Besides, you are not Master, and you are in masters home when he isn’t home. Therefore you must be a house-elf.”
“But Master, I mean Harry, wanted me to check up on the house.” Hermione was embarrassed at accidentally calling Harry “master.”
“You must call Master ‘Master’ at all times, or Master Harry if you prefer. It’s almost like you have never been a house-elf before. And of course he sent you here to check up on things. It’s a much too boring task for Master to do himself, so he sent a house-elf. You’d better get to work; Master will want a report when he gets back.”
Hermione flung up her hands in defeat and ran out of the room crying. She had been beaten, and she knew it. Without a wand, she couldn’t transform to normal size. Her best hope was to do what the old house-elf, who was probably the Head House-Elf, told her to do. When Harry got back, he would sort this all out. She knew he would.
***
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. Later chapters will be longer. The challenge this fic is based on is by femtedd and is called “Challenge: Hermione's House-elf Training.” It can be found the Round-Robins section of AFF. I’ll try to update soon, but no promises.