DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Schlastic Books and Raincoast Books, Waner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Please Note this is only my second attempt at a story. I am not English so if there is an American edge to it, well I am American - deal. Anyone want to Beta feel free to message me - this is a ramblings of a story, but any help is welcome.

Am I A Black

After a week or so of reading I decided to test my Black status and called Kretcher to me.

"Kretcher"

POP

"Half Blood dirty blood Master." said the angry little elf.

"So I am your Master then?" I asked.

"You are the mudblood loving blood traitor shame to the Black name Masters son now, so your my master too." said the disagreeable little shit.

"You have two choice" I tell lhim.

"You can be my elf and restore the Black name. Or be my fathers elf."

"You have no cares for the honorable House of Black halblood" spat the elf.

"Your telling me that it doesn't matter to you that there is a houseful of people in our ancestral home, throwing things out, that people are stealing things, and destroying all that the House should be?" I shouted.

"And mudblood does?" asked the elf.

"I am a Black now, and I will bring honor back to the House with or without your help elf." I said sternly.

POP

Little shit.

Well at least there was one other elf I knew I could call one.

"Winky."

POP

Slurring her words, "The Harry Potter calls Winky?"

"Are you still a free elf?"

Wailing, "Shame, bad elf..." as she starts to harm herself.

"Winky stop!" I demand.

"I am in need of a elf, if you are sober and willing I would like you to be my elf."

The wailing came harder, except she clung to my leg and began saying things that I couldn't understand in a million years.

With a snap of her fingers Winky was sober.

"Winky is sober now and wants to be harry Potters elf sir."

"Okay Winky do you accept to be my elf, an elf to the House of Potter-Black?"

"Winky accepts master!"

A Flash late and I was a proud owner of a loyal jumping house elf.

POP

And then Kretcher was back.

"Mistress says that I am to follow you not her baster of a son."

And then there were two loyal house elves.