First fanfic that will stay on this account forever!
As Hermione sat the last knitted sock down she couldn't help but sigh in happiness. What a good thing she was doing. She couldn't believe wizards were in the wrong about something! Slavery wasn't right.
"You know, someone oughta tell you a little something about elves!" cried a voice from behind her. She looked and found an elf. A small jacket covered her form, and a long skirt that went to her ankles. She wore house-slippers.
Hermione smiled, "Are you here for one of the hats, or maybe socks?" She spoke excitedly.
"You're a muggleborn aren't you? No..No doubt about it! You're killing elves, or at least trying to." The elf said bluntly before smiling
Hermione frowned, "You shouldn't listen to what those dark wizards tell you! You're meant to be free." She picked up one of the socks and held it out.
"I was raised by a muggleborn much like yourself. Her name was Lily Evans." the elf claimed.
Hermione gasped slightly, "You mean you were-That means..."
"Aah yes. I helped raise Harry Potter. But don't change the subject." The elf sat down in one of the common room chairs. "Elves can't live without being bonded into slavery."
"That's not true! Dobby is a free elf and he's just fine!" Hermione argued.
"Well what Dobby isn't telling you is that Dobby is dying. You see elves can live up to over one hundred and forty years. Him doing that, I give him twenty. And trust me, it's painful."
"A long time ago an elf discovered a dying wizard. This was before elves looked like..this." She motioned over her body. "We didn't always have this leathery skin or huge proportionate eyes. We looked nearly human, besides of course, our ears. But even then, they were pointed. Not these floppy things." She flipped her ear in disgust. "Not even our magic could heal him. So our ancestor did the unthinkable. It bonded itself to the wizard, letting him heal without complication. Their relationship became sexual and they had five offspring. All looking deformed. Like us. They couldn't survive without bonding themselves to their father. It's passed down."
"B-but no one should just be able to kick you out li-"
"Do you believe a waitress should be fired for not doing her job?" The elf asked in a curious tone.
"Of course!" Hermione spoke confidently, her eyes began to widen however in realization.
"Wink disobeyed. She let a follower of Voldemort get loose. She deserved to be let go. I definitely agree that there should be laws preventing abuse against house-elves. But that doesn't mean they should be paid. A slave is a slave. Most are treated quite fairly, clothed and fed. That's payment enough."
"You don't know how they feel-" Hermione stopped herself as the elf's eyebrow raised. "Or maybe you do..."
Hermione certainly had her perspective change.
Hermione is such a muggleborn that it's annoying. Like can she not look up facts for it. Obviously this is fanon, but you know. She was letting her muggle morals get into the way of her wizarding life. Good heart, good brain, but she doesn't really look underneath what she feels.