A/n I don't think I captured how the house elves talk but I do hope you forgive me for that.

Chapter 5

"Hello Harry Potter." came Winky's reply.

"Er..hello Winky, and Dobby." said Harry unsure of how to react to the sudden appearance of the two house elves. "How are you?" said Harry after a elongated silence.

"We is well." replied Dobby.

"We come to serve Harry Potter." said Winky who immediately started cleaning his room.

'Winky that's not necessary," said Harry as Winky picked up a few of the books that cluttered his floor. "And what exactly do you mean by serve?"

"Harry Potter is Winky's new master." said Winky in an awed voice.

"W...what? No you're free. Plus you work at Hogwarts." Stammered Harry who was trying to keep Winky from throwing away his old letters piled on his desk.

"We used to work there, we quit, we work for Harry Potter nows." said Dobby who was making Harry's bed.

"Why? I mean..." Harry caught sight of their hurt expressions, "I'm not of age, and I certainly don't have a house. Weren't you happy at Hogwarts, I thought you liked it there."

"Oh wes' did like it, but to serve Harry Potter is better." came Dobby's answer. "Dobby overheard the professor's talking about Harry Potter's house that he gets from vill, so we quit and come to Harry Potter."

"Vill?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Harry Potter lost his Black, and gets his house." Dobby's eyes widened at the sudden pain evident in Harry's eyes.

"Y..y..you mean his will?" asked Harry, sadness suddenly flowing through him. Harry took a few calming breaths. "Er... I didn't know he had a will."

"Debby is sorry for Harry Potter's loss." "As is Winky..." she dusted her hands off on her small apron she was wearing and looked appraisingly at the room, "That's much better. Is master hungry?"

"Er...no, Winky you don't have to call me master. My names Harry." Harry sighed he already knew her answer.

"Winky wants to call master, master, it is right." she said stubbornly.

"Right... won't the ministry detect your magic? I don't want to be expelled again." said Harry with a tone of worry.

"Debby and Winky have been to see Dumbledore. He has gone to Minister Fudge." said Debby. After this pronunciation a soft knocking was heard on Harry's door.

"H..Harry t..there's s..s..some p..people t..to s..see y..y..you d...downstairs." His aunt trembled out.

"Alright I'll be down in a second," said Harry looking at the house elves. "I don't think my aunt will like you being in here or even in the hou..." before Harry could finish his statement the two house elves vanished and a shriek was heard from the sitting room. Harry sighed and took off down the stairs. Harry arrived in the sitting room and stopped dead in his tracks. The most unlikely people were standing there.

There stood Cornelius Fudge who was frowning slightly at the Dursley's who were huddled together on the couch staring wide mouthed at Debby and Winky who were cleaning up the sitting room. Next to Cornelius stood Albus Dumbledore who was serenely looking at the television that was turned on and playing an unknown show. Madam Bones was sitting down on the couch opposite the Dursley's and was looking through his Aunt Petunia's Best Homes Magazine with a slight smirk on her face. But the biggest surprise was Percy Wesley who stood to the side of Cornelius Fudge with a notepad and a quill ready for use.

"Ah Harry, you've arrived, please have a seat," said Dumbledore who indicated the open seat next to Madam Bones.

Harry took a look at his guest for a few more seconds before striding over to the couch and sitting down, he would have refused except the shock of the guests identities had rendered him mute.

"I bet you're wondering why we're here, hmm...?" asked Madam Bones who was watching Harry closely.

Harry cleared his throat, "Er... I have an idea of why. Debby and Winky were just explaining it to me and er..." Harry stopped as he watched Debby lift up the couch that the Dursley's were sitting on and fell silent for fear he would laugh at their horror-stricken faces.

"Could you two go into another room perhaps," asked Fudge as he looked at them in disapproval.

Dobby and Winky stopped what they were doing and looked toward Harry. Harry who was still trying not to laugh didn't notice them looking at him as he was staring hard at a point on the carpet.

"Harry?" came Dumbledore's calm voice.

Harry looked up, laughter apparent in his eyes but with as straight a face as he could make he asked, "What?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly, "Dobby and Winky wish to know if they could leave the room."

Harry was no longer laughing as he looked toward Winky and Dobby, "You guys are free to do as you please, I have no authority over you."

"Harry Potter is master, Harry Potter tells us what to . . . " Harry shook his head.

"I'm not your master, I'm your friend and friends don't order each other around," said Harry looking aghast.

"We work for Harry Potter," said Dobby looking very proud at the statement.

"That remains to be seen, and even if you do work for me I will not order you around, you are free and not obligated to do anything you don't want to do," said Harry rubbing his temples as he added in an undertone, "Hermione's going to kill me."

"I think that means yes, you can leave," said Dumbledore as he chuckled slightly at Harry's statement about Hermione.

Dobby and Winky nodded and Harry groaned as Dobby bowed so low his nose touched the ground and Winky curtsied. Then they quickly left the room.

Madam Bones was watching Harry very closely as he closed his eyes and tried his hardest to keep from banging his head hard against the coffee table.

"Alright," started Fudge as he turned to look back at Harry, "I hope you realize the imposition of this Potter, Never has this happened before. House elves, free house elves mind you, choosing to work for an underage wizard who lives with muggles, talk about a violation of the Statute of Secrecy..."

"Cornelius as the Wizamogot has already determined it does not violate the Statute of Secrecy because the Dursley's are already aware of the magical world. Not to mention they wish not to only serve Harry here but also at the Black Estate which he is rumored to be inheriting after Sirius Black's will reading tomorrow." Dumbledore interjected.

"Tomorrow?" asked Harry quietly.

"But he shouldn't be inheriting anything," said Fudge, "Under our laws Black was convicted of murder and sent to Azkaban, his estate and possessions should belong to the state."

Madam Bones was the one to answer Fudge, "Minister we've already discussed this, there is a loophole in those laws. Black was supposed to die in Azkaban, he had a life sentence afterall.."she said sending a worried glance at Harry, "But since he escaped and died while free his will stands, and legally it must be carried out."

"He wasn't free, he was on the run!" Cried Fudge.

"He was an innocent man and he was trying to prove his innocence," said Harry looking menacingly at Fudge.

"Which he wasn't able to do because he was guilty," said Fudge coldly.

Harry stood up so fast that even Dumbledore was a little shocked at the movement. Harry stared into Fudge's eyes that were a mixture of shock and fear.

"I will not allow you to degrade my Godfather in front of me," said Harry icily, "I already have a great dislike of you and I suggest you not push me any farther..."

"Is that a threat mister Potter?" asked Fudge in as calm a voice as he could muster.

"No a threat is usually an empty one, this is a warning, and you only get one," said Harry his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Er . . . Mr. Potter if you could please sit down, we'd like to discuss this as calmly as possible," said Madam Bones gently.

Harry took a calming breath and sat back down, "You can call me Harry."

Madam Bones nodded, "Now there are a few complications concerning the will."

"Like what?" asked Harry looking at Madam Bones.

"Well, for one you are underage," started Madam Bones, "another reason is the will can and most likely will be contested because you're not a blood relative of Sirius Blacks."

"Contested by who?" asked Harry curiously.

"Narcissus Malfoy," said Dumbledore. Harry's eyes flashed with anger again. "She was responsible for his death, as much as Lestrange," said Harry trying to stay calm but failing completely.

"Harry I believe that tea would be a good idea," said Dumbledore as he headed out of the room, "The kitchen is this way, right?"

"Yea," said Harry dumbly as he stood up. Fudge followed Dumbledore into the kitchen.

"So Harry, my niece tells me that you taught her and other students last year," said Madam Bones as she stood up and smoothed out the creases on her robe.

"What? Oh yeah, Susan," Harry thought back to the DA meetings and added, "she's got an aptitude for Defense Against the Dark Arts but she doesn't seem interested in that particular branch of magic, She talked highly of Charms though."

Madam Bones gave Harry an unreadable glance as she started toward the kitchen, "What about them?" she asked as she passed the Dursleys who were still sitting on the couch with shocked looks plastered on their faces.

"Eh they'll be fine, they don't care for magic, kinda terrified of it actually, but as soon as you three leave they'll return to their *snort* loveable selves," said Harry glancing at the Dursleys.

Madam Bones nodded slightly as she led Harry into the kitchen. Dumbledore and Fudge were already seated at the table drinking from their cups.

"Ok Harry, the real problem here is that certain people . . .," said Dumbledore as Harry sat down, and with a quick glance toward his right where Fudge was sitting he continued, "Well, they believe that since this is such a high profile will, that the reading should be in a public place."

"What!?" asked Harry staring hard at Fudge.

"Yes, well as minister I have the power to delegate where a will is read, and since Black was a felon and a pure-blood it is only right that we, that is the government, find out where his property goes." Fudge didn't look up as he stirred his tea slowly.

"And where exactly do you plan on holding this spectacle?" asked Harry menacingly.

"Well, Gringotts, naturally," said Fudge cooly.

"I see," said Harry as his fingers tapped dangerously on the table, "and I'm guessing that the issue, the reason you've decided to pay me a visit today, is the fact that I'll be in danger if I go."

"Yes, that is the reason, and we urge you not to attend," said Fudge.

"It's a good idea, not only would I lose the inheritance by not attending, but I would also be pegged as a coward, I'm sorry but I will not agree to that," said Harry his eyes never leaving Fudge. Harry stood up, "I'll ask you to leave now Minister. Do I need to show you the door or can you find it yourself?"

"Harry.." Fudge started.

"That's Mister Potter to you!" said Harry.

"Right, Mister Potter, I will advise you to reconsider your decision..."

"Dobby, Winky, could you show the Minister out, please."

Two loud cracks were heard behind Fudge. "You're making a very big mistake."

"No, the only mistake I made was allowing a sniveling coward, such as yourself, to enter this house in the first place." said Harry who turned to Dobby and Winky, "If he resists you are free to compel him to cooperate."

"Madam Bones, it was a pleasure seeing you again and no doubt I'll be seeing you tomorrow, good night." At that Harry walked out of the kitchen and ran into the Dursleys who were listening at the door. Harry rolled his eyes at them as he passed. As Harry started up the stairs he heard Dobby's voice carry through the house, "Minister you're resisting."