Never Piss Off a House-Elf
disclaimer: alas, I still do not own HP. I'd like to, but JKR wouldn't let me.
AN: So, here's a new story that came to me one night as I was drifting off to sleep. Think 'Marriage Law', but with a lady-kyo/ separate-sisters twist to it. Onward!
AND this is rated M for a reason! I don't want crap from people who read this and shouldn't. You know who you are.
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Chapter 1: Satchel's a Good House-Elf
Satchel's always been a good house-elf. He served his master's family for a long time, always anticipating their needs and being there for the last master through the roughest times the family had ever seen. When his master had left to be schooled, Satchel went along. When his master left the school, Satchel was offered a position at the school, and his master let him stay, not even giving him socks, so Satchel could always come home if he wanted. From that time onward Satchel had always been assigned to either the Head Boy or Head Girl of Hogwart's, and this year the Headmaster had decided that Satchel would go with the Head Girl to her home, to get to know her, and help her get used to having a house-elf, and to help protect the girl.
"Satchel," the Headmaster had said, "this Head Girl is quite different from the others you've served. She is a muggle-born, and she doesn't truly understand about house-elves and how they love to serve. You'll need to teach her about those things, as well as protect her. Things are happening, Satchel, great things, dangerous things. Now run along; you have to be there before she gets home for the summer holiday."
Satchel had never felt so honored. He'd heard about the witch, no, sorceress, the brightest witch of the age, the most powerful witch as well. But he also remembered that she was always trying to give the house-elves clothing, and talking about. . . wages. . . the very thought made Satchel shudder. But he liked his new miss. Perhaps there would be another house-elf nearby for another muggle-born, and Satchel could make a friend. . . or mate.
Then the Marriage Law descended. Miss Hermione was eligible, and she was worried. Satchel made her cup after cup of chamomile tea, even though he knew that butterbeer would probably do better for her. He listened while she cried, while she shouted, and while she plotted. He helped her parents to console her, and he ran and fetched whatever she needed, even when she didn't know she needed something.
"Youse is the brightest witch of the age, Miss, and Satchel is been thinking that youse should picks your mate nows, before the bests is taken," Satchel said, finally. He knew from all his service that there were many wizards that were good for his mistress, and he knew who would be best. He waited patiently while she drafted her letter, talking to herself.
"Thank you, Satchel. I should have thought of this before. Would you please deliver this for me?" the miss had said, but all Satchel could focus on was making sure that she didn't sneak any clothing onto him in her gratitude.
"Yes, miss, Satchel takes this for youse, miss. Anything youse needs, miss?" Satchel said, looking at the letter Hermione had penned; her choice just wouldn't do. He thought for a moment before he winked out. He would do what was best for the miss. It was what the headmaster would want him to do. And he knew who was best for miss. With a few minor changes, everything was set. Miss Hermione would be best served with Satchel's old master.
Satchel was a good house-elf. Or at least he tried to be.
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AN: OOoohhh. . . this is gonna be fun to write. I'll post another chapter before I start asking for reviews, but I'm sure to have it up sooner if you review first!
-ladykyo
Brenna, of the separatesisters
