Human House Elf

"The master does not look!"

Wilma hoist her son to cling onto her.

The working elves shake their heads with the constant hatter of how odd she is. A free elf? How ridiculous. House elves are made to serve, yet some refuse. Theres always a rotten apple but in this day and age of 1959 you can never tell which.

Floral, a very wrinkly little elf older then the mansion itself, smiled,"Your an odd one Wilma, makes since with a name of Will, they doesnt look GO!"

Wilma gave affirmative thanks and ran. She weaved through the secret passage ways and leaped out the window. Dobby giggled wind whipping his cheeks. She snapped and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

***

A massive huddle of Elves awaited her arrival. The Rottens that's what they were. Free elves. Venturing to the pit, a place where elves live in camp.

"Is be following you?" The first elf asked

Wilma shook her head, "No."

Another elf stepped forward and pointed to the babe on her back, "Food?"

Wilma again shook her head, "No."

Feeling satisfied with her answers they took Wilam and Dobby along to the path as they ventured out through the forest.

Cool river rush was the only sound heard in the night. Night hummed around them in company of peaceful silence. Wilma placed her small son on the ground and watched with amusement as he tried to stand. After failing her passed out and went back to sleep. Wilma soon succumbed to rest as well.

***

The bushes rustled a little in the thicket, and Dobby dropped with his haunches under him, ready for his leap. Then, if you had been watching, you would have seen the most wonderful thing in the world--the elf checked in mid-spring. He made his bound before he saw what it was he was jumping at, and then he tried to stop himself. The result was that he shot up straight into the air for four or five feet, landing almost where he left ground.

"But-erfy!" he gurgled. "Mama!"

After almost a half of a year journey they were close to the magical village for elves. Wilma went to her son, then paused for she saw something other then what Dobby claimed to be a butterfly.

Directly in front of him, criscross in the mud nest, sat a naked Huamn baby who could just walk--as soft and as dimpled.
Dobby exclaimed again, "Big But-erfy!"

He looked up into Wilma's face, and laughed reaching out to her.

"It be a human baby!" shouted one of the alarmed elves. "Bring it here."

Wilma was to bring the babe over if she didn't spot the dagger taken out from the elves belt.
"No! It just be a baby!"

"It followed by others."

Before Wilma could protest and a Cobra in her own majesty loomed over then, "Its with none, the hatchling was left to die buried with its mother."

Unlike human elves did not need parseltogue to listen to the words of a serpent. As they once were one creature until Man became with powers.

"Alone," spoke the serpent, "The boy is alone take him with you I cannot feed him and hide him."

The first elf began to protest but was swallowed and silenced  by the serpent. "Take the boy, my cousins."

Wilma smiled down at the boy, "So little!" The baby was pushing at Dobby, Dobby laughed and helped held the child pulling him to its feet.

"Ahai!" Squealed the baby in delight. Wobbling a bit he took his first step with his cousins. And the snake nudged his backside.

"His mother called him Ssseveruss."