I apologize for, ya know, not updating when I said I would because I'm on vacation right now!

Sorry ;)

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Yaxley and Yowle were both sitting in the main room, around the fire. Both had a half-empty glass of brandy and Yaxley was in his pajamas.

"I think it was pretty nice of the Dark Lord, all things considering, to allow us to set this up before his downfall." Yaxley said, swirling his drink. "I mean, I know that he wants us to find something useful for him and all, which benefits him, but I mean, you know, this is pretty fun."

"He's the Boy Who Lived, Yaxley." Yowle said, taking a sip from his drink. "Surely he would kill us if he found out!"

"Wait-wait-wait!" Yaxley said, trying to not choke on his drink. "He's the Boy Who Lived?"

"Yeah, didn't you know?"

"What!? Totally shocked!"

They clinked their drink together and laughed.

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"Wakey-wakey!" Harry heard. Slowly, he blinked awake. In front of him was Doctor Yaxley, smiling at him. It was a very creepy smile.

Harry was, by this point, assuming that they didn't mean him ill will, they simply just did not smile. Like, at all. Ever.

He streched, easing out all of the kinks from sleep. Harry expected many of them, but he surprisingly had no aches from the night before, which was a first. The bed was very soft, if a little blood-soaked now.

Harry stood and smiled sheepishly at the two. Yowle examined the blood covering him and the bed, Yaxley documented it on a piece of parchment.

After a minute or so, Yowle handed Harry his wand.

"Point to the bed," He instructed, smiling. "And say, clearly Scourgify."

"Scourgify!" Harry said, and the bed - as well as him - was clean of all blood. He smiled widely and gleefully, handing the wand back. "That's brilliant!"

"Of course it is! Wizards are much better than muggles, Harry." Yowle said, sliding the wand back up his sleeve. "Because we can do so much more than they can."

Harry nodded and followed the two out of his room and to the breakfast room, where, sitting there, were some scrambled eggs and bacon.

The smile fell off of his face, and he frowned. Did they not expect him to make them breakfast? Did he not have to serve them like he had for them?

The two sat on opposite ends of the small table, the third table seat unfilled. There was food on the plate - they expected him to eat with them?

Well, of course, they had allowed him to do so the night before at dinner, but the Durleys had let him do so once a week as well.

Resigning to his fate, Harry sighed and stood by the wall.

Yowle was the first to notice.

"Harry? What are you doing? Come and eat!"

Harry's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why? Don't... Don't I have to serve you and pick up your dishes like I did for th... the Dursleys?"

Yaxley dropped his fork in surprise. "Merlin, Harry, why would you have to do that?"

Harry shrugged. "I dunno." He then bounded forward, the smile back on his face, and he happily dug into the meal offered to him.

Once all three of them were done eating, they pulled out another syringe and they injected him with the bright green liquid inside.

"We'll do this every morning after breakfast." Yaxley said, smiling as he healed Harry's arm.

A sharp crack filled the room and standing there was a weird creature cleaning up their breakfast. Harry stared at him - her - it? - in awe.

"Harry, this is Vipty, the House Elf."

"Daumur!" Harry said, smiling. His eyes then went wide as he realized what he had said, and his hands flew to cover his mouth. "Mae di A neurma pia? Mae ai A piae?!"

"Harry, Harry!" Yaxley said, kneeling by him, sensing that he was about to have a panic attack or something similar. "Calm down! We'll figure out what it is!" He turned to Yowle. "Right, Saeth?"

"Yes! We'll fix it, Harry!"

Vipty bowed to the three before leaving the room.

"I don't want it to be fixed la- oh hey. English."

Yowle looked at Harry in confusion. What had changed?

"The House Elf." Yowle said, suddenly understanding, running to take the notes. "It was the presence of the House Elf!"

"So is it just House Elves or all creatures?" Yaxley wondered, patting Harry on the back before standing up, going to glance at their notes.

"All magic creatures." Harry said without thinkng.

Yaxley wrote it down, before glancing curiously at the boy. "How do you know?"

"I... I don't know." Harry said, rubbing his foot on the ground. "I just... do."

"That's useful - put it down."

Harry smiled, glad to be of help.

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Yup, so there we go.