Of Goblins and House Elves
(This is Lyell's first Labby fic, people! Please be kind! Or you will never be forgiven! Oh1 Lyell doesn't own anything… I DO! Mwahahahaha! Just kidding!)
Chapter One: Spiders and House Elves
Sarah fumed as she walked the shortcut, from school, through the park. The day had gone great. The morning lessons at university had gone fast, lunch didn't involve having spaghetti sneaked into her hair by the more popular teens of the establishment, the lesson after lunch was drama (One of her favourite lessons), then everything went downhill. In the last lesson of the week, which was English (Another of her favourite lessons), Mrs Green had decided as she couldn't remember what the lesson plan was, but most students assumed it was because she wasn't bothered to think one up, and that they would do some old revision work. Sarah could remember every word Mrs Green had said, as if it was her personal death sentence, and replayed it in her head.
Flashback
"Class." Mrs Green said, ordering everyone's attention; after waiting 10 minutes for everyone to settle down, but then getting tired of waiting for the unfeasible. "Open your textbooks to page 138 and do exercise 3."
"But Miss," A student in the back of the class raised his hand. "We need library books for this assignment."
"Well done Mr Roberts. Glad to see you paying attention, for once. You and Miss Watts can go to the library. Go along the shelves and pick 20 random books. No textbooks please, Mr Roberts." She had called out after the two teens, who had run out the room with eagerness.
As she waited for her book, Sarah read the questions.
'Q 3. The following questions are on points of view and are to be written in essay form from the book assigned by your teacher.
Q 3a. Read the book assigned and write an essay of no more than 5000 words, from the villain's point of view. Why did they do the things they did and what purpose did they wish to achieve?
Q 3b. Write what you would have done if you were in the villains place to achieve your desired outcome.
Q 3c. Make a character observation of the main hero and villain. What are their similarities and differences?'
Sarah felt an odd sense of apprehension shiver down her spine and carefully slid the textbook away from her, as if it was some sort of highly poisonous creature, and did her best not to look at it. It practically had 'Magic' written all over it, probably in glittery letters, knowing him.
A while later, Watts and Roberts had returned carrying ten books each and handed the books out to the class in a slapdash manner. Sarah felt the odd sense of foreboding looming over her increase; she half expected a thunderclap, as a book was plonked down on her desk.
She wasn't disappointed.
"Aaaah!" Sarah had just looked at the books cover and had jumped back as if a snake had been thrown at her, landing on the floor and distracting everyone from looking out the window, at the clear sky, to see if it would rain.
"Miss Williams?" Mrs Green asked as Sarah righted herself. "Is there a problem?" The whole class stared at her.
"Uh…" Sarah called on her acting skills as she thought fast; she really didn't want to get into trouble today. "SPIDER!" She suddenly yelled, pointing to an invisible enemy on her desk.
"Where! KillitKillitKillitKillit!" Mrs Green screeched, jumping on her chair she began to flap her arms and stamp in panic. Mrs Green was famous for being deathly afraid of spiders.
The nearest students to Sarah had jumped out of their seats and were moving away from the contaminated desk.
After Mrs Green had calmed down and was assured that the spider had gone, Sarah sat down and flicked through the book labelled 'The Labyrinth' which had been thrown onto her desk. Wincing to herself she, remembering that 45 of her grade was based around her class essays, began question 3a.
RING!
Sarah's sigh of relief was short-lived as Mrs Green yelled over the throng of voices leaving the room. "For homework this weekend, continue doing question 3. This homework's due in on Monday, people!"
'Oh, crap!'
End Flashback
As soon as she was home, Sarah would give him a piece of her mind! A big piece… With those hard caramel chunks that no one could chew without breaking a few teeth…!
Sarah was snapped out of her thoughts by a yell. Turning to look, she spotted a small crowd of young teens over the river, surrounding something on the floor, kicking at it and yelling names. Surprised that she hadn't noticed them before she ran over the bridge and yelled, "Stop it! Leave him alone!" as she pushed through the throng to get to the small bundle.
"Stay 'outta this." One of the taller guys snarled as he backhanded her in the face. But Sarah still kept moving, finally coming to a stop to kneel down and protect the small figure seemingly wrapped in an old pillowcase. As kicks and punches rained down on her Sarah felt a sharp pain in her side, then another in her shoulder as she was trying to lift up the whimpering bundle, making her eyes water in pain as she gave a small gasp. Clutching the small shivering figure to her she pushed her way from the crowd and ran through the grass to the cement path, closely followed by the pack. As she ran, Sarah became aware of her slow speed. She suddenly felt light headed and sleepy, aching all over from her numerous burses and cuts, as she staggered away.
The small bundle held to her chest started to wiggle. "Stop that." She scolded wearily as she panted, doing her best to stay awake. "I might drop you."
A small hand came up and moved the large linen off its head revealing a creature with large bat-like ears and big round eyes, which watered in fear and relief, strongly reminding Sarah of a goblin, only nicer. "Lady!" It squeaked as it tried to hug her, making her wince in pain. "Your Ladyship is hurt and bleeding!" It finally realised.
"Do you know somewhere safe?" Sarah groaned to it, ignoring the pain, as she tried to shake off the mob by ducking behind a tall bush. 'How did my day come to this? I'm 'gonna kill him if he has anything… wait! Of course he has something to do with this! He's the bloody King of the lot!'
"Yes ma'am! Solleret knows a good place, your Ladyship!" It said peering up hopefully at the human girl.
'Solleret? Isn't thata type of pointy metal shoe from the middle ages, or something?' Sarah shook the clouded thoughts from her mind and said tiredly, not really thinking what she was saying. "Do you think you could take us there, before the mob catches up and kills us?"
Solleret blinked up at her as they both heard the shouts getting louder. "Yes, your ladyship!" It said and snapped its thin fingers.
There was a pop in the air and Sarah steadied herself as she staggered forward, not noticing that it was now night time and that the air smelt different, and up the worn stone steps to reach the door of the derelict looking house she had just appeared in front. Lifting the twisted metal snake knocker she brought it down as hard as she could on the black doors peeling paint. Sarah felt that she was unable to stand anymore and lent against one of the nearby stone columns.
The door creaked open and a large red headed woman appeared. "Tonks! George! Fred!" She called behind her as soon as she saw Sarah's state. "Come quick!" Rushing forward she wrapped an arm around Sarah, who was threatening to pass out, and helped her into the small mansion as two twin boys with equally red hair jumped down the stairs and a young woman with lavender hair ran out what must have been the kitchen, closely followed by a heavily scared old man limping after her with a long stick in his hand. The two boys took Sarah from the woman and helped her onto the couch as Solleret was taken from her by the woman who must be Tonks and taken into the kitchen. "Easy there, old gel." One of the twins joked as Sarah was lowered onto the couch.
"Bad form to get this far and jolly well pass out without so much as a how'd ye do, wot?" The other said, putting on a thick English accent as a joke.
"Fred! George! This is no time to be mucking around." The red haired woman scolded them as she checked Sarah's temperature.
"Aww, Mam! Don't be such a bally spoilsport!"
"Molly." The old man said, coming to stand beside the group. "What happened? Where's the House Elf?"
"Tonks has just gone into the kitchen to give Solleret a small tot of Butterbeer. They should be coming back in a second. Really, Alastor! It's obvious the girl has been through hell, the poor thing, have a little patience."
"Ladyship!"
"Ladyship!"
"Ladyship!" Three small blurs, closely followed by a slightly harassed and confused Tonks, ran into the living room from the kitchen carrying bandages, a small basin of hot water and other medical supplies to dump them on the nearby coffee table and tend to Sarah, who was a little more than confused and doing her best not to nod off as she stared at the goblin look-alikes trying to take off her shirt to tend to her and cover her in a warm blanket.
"I can't get anything from her, Moody" Tonks told Alastor and Molly. "All she would say is that she hoped 'her Ladyship' was alright and what 'his Highness' would do when he found out. Then Tupelo and Fill both began to panic and race around. I thought they were going Spazzo!"
"Solleret!" Alastor Moody called, making the elf jump and rush over. "Tell us what happened." He said firmly, making the House Elf cower.
"Sir," She began. "Solleret was finishing delivering message for Professor Dumbledore and had to run to next port key, but Solleret was spotted by muggles, sir. The muggles hurt Solleret, sir. Solleret thought muggles was going to kill Solleret! But then her ladyship came and saved Solleret! And her ladyship said to Solleret 'Do you know somewhere safe?' and Solleret said 'Yes ma'am!' and Solleret brought her ladyship here where it is safe, sir." Solleret looked down and nervously twiddled with the edge of her pillowcase clothes.
"Why do you keep calling her 'Ladyship'? She looks like any other normal muggle girl." Molly asked her before Moody.
"Because she is her Ladyship, ma'am." Solleret told them, cocking her head in confusion. Seeing as the House Elf wasn't going to say anything else on the subject Molly hazarded another question.
"And who is 'his Highness'?"
"We never's say his name, ma'am!" Solleret warned, covering her ears and shaking her head violently. Sarah groaned and tried to get up, really not wanting to be in the room when they found out, only to be gently pushed back down by the two boys looking on.
"Hello, have I come at a bad time?"
"Professor!" Tonks greeted the newest person to enter the house. Sarah tried to look over the couch arm to see, but all she could see was white and her head swam whenever she moved.
"Best stay down, old thing-a-me." One twin said, still joking as he continued holding her down.
"No need to stand for old Dumbledore, wot wot." The other imitated at his side. Sarah couldn't help but smile sleepily at the two.
"It's her Ladyship, sir!" The littlest of the House Elves ran over to the stranger and practically dragged him over. "She was stabbed, sir."
"Stabbed!" Molly was back in Sarah's face cooing and cajoling her. "Oh, you poor dear!"
"Thank you Fill. Molly, let the girl breath." The old man called Dumbledore said as he came over to inspect her. Sarah found herself staring into two of the bluest sparkly eyes she had ever seen, almost as blue as Jareth's one… Sarah stared at them defiantly causing the old man to chuckle friendlily and say to her in a low voice, "No wonder his Highness is smitten with you…" before turning to Molly. "I think she should be taken upstairs to rest. I'll sort everything out."
Fill tugged Dumbledore's long sleeve, getting his attention. "But… but… sir! His Highness? Sir!"
"Don't worry, Fill." The old man patted the elf's little head. "Nothing bad is going to happen." Sarah snorted from her temporary bed.
'When he's involved, something bad always happens.'
"Mobili corpus. Weasley's forward!" Sarah felt herself lift up and float away from the couch, still wrapped in the blanket, but she was too tired to care. Drifting off to sleep, she would not remember what she did next.
As soon as the Weasley twins had left the room they had put her in, with her remaining strength Sarah turned and lifted her head and found she was looking into a large vanity mirror.
"H…Hoggle?" She whispered. "I need… you…" Before slumping back onto the pillow in a dreamless sleep.
"Sarah!"
(Okay! I hope you liked this first chapter. I'll do you lot a deal, I should update sometime next week, if I get more than 10 reviwes! MWAHAHAHAHA! How can you resist! Just push the little button, its not that hard. Just click. See you guys next week!)