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Chapter Fourteen – House-Elves: Contented or Cheerless?
By Shadow of the Blue Moon
"I can't believe you could be so barbaric as to condone slavery!" Hermione screeched, hair wildly flying. "How could you treat them like this? They haven't done anything to harm you, why would you make them slaves? I thought that..." As she went on with her rant, the other nine of them sat back and waited for her to finish. While they were still in the kitchens and the topic was house-elves, the house-elves were oblivious to what Hermione was saying due to Daphne having put up a shield around the ten of them.
"I've had to learn how, due to Astoria taking my stuff," Daphne said, smiling ruefully when asked. "Originally I could only create a weak shield that could barely last a few minutes, but now I can keep them for up to about twenty minutes to half an hour, so hopefully she'll stop before then as I have to rest for a while before creating another." And luckily, after fifteen minutes, Hermione had run out of breath. Her cheeks were now red, her hair a mess, but her eyes were still angrily flashing.
"Are you done?" Neville enquired after a few minutes had passed without her saying anything, and Daphne had put down her shield.
"No!" Hermione said angrily. "How could you though? Do any of you have any idea how barbaric it is? Do you..." She trailed of as Harry put up a hand to stop her.
"Hermione," Harry began, "we all know your feelings on the subject. To put you straight, house-elves are not slaves. The bond between house-elves and wizarding society has existed for millennia, and will probably exist for millennia more. The relationship between the two species is symbiotic and mutualism." Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by Harry. "No, Hermione. I will not debate this with you any further, and if you want to find out more, you should go to the library."
Hermione then closed her mouth, before suddenly opening it again and declaring, "Fine, if none of you will help me with the house-elves, I'll do it myself then!" And with that, she stormed from the kitchens in a huff, and the nine friends that remained from their group could see that she was about to do something drastic.
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Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic for Wizarding Britain, was currently not having a good day. He had such high hopes for this day, so it was twice as disappointing when his day turned out completely the opposite. The reason he had such high hopes in the first place were that this was the first Wizengamot meeting since Harry Potter had started at Hogwarts, and he wanted an update on how the boy was getting on, even though he had already met young Harry at the betrothal party for Harry and Heiress Greengrass – Daisy? Daphne? Dawn? – who he still couldn't remember the first name of, no matter how many times he had been introduced to her.
And now, instead of an update, he was now one of the few people who was being pestered by reporters about Sirius Black's trial, demanding to know all sorts of answers. Madam Bones – of whom he was terrified, although he would never admit it – was handling the reporters around her quite well; Dumbledore was employing the sly way in which he answered questions he didn't want to give answers to – by only saying as much as he wanted to, and using misdirection and misleading sentences.
After an hour of torturous questions, he had been able to slip away to his office claiming he had work to do. He had then Flooed to a restaurant, the Holly League, for lunch, as the Holly League was well-known for being secluded and private. Unfortunately, he had then bumped into his Senior Undersecretary, Dolores Umbridge. While he wouldn't say it out loud, he had to admit to himself that the woman was one of the annoying people he had ever known in his life, and he had met quite a few politicians.
"Cornelius!" Dolores simpered, waddling towards him and holding out a hand. "How nice it is to see you! The reporters didn't give you any grief, I hope?"
Fudge forced a smile onto his face as she came closer, before shaking her hand and ignoring the disappointed look on her face when he didn't kiss her hand. "Only about an hour of questions. But that's all in the game of being a politician and Minister to boot, I suppose, so I'm willing to endure it."
"Oh Cornelius, you are so brave!" Dolores simpered, before pulling him towards a table, where an elderly witch sat stiffly. "And do come and join my mother and I for lunch."
Inwardly, Fudge shuddered, but outwardly all he said was, "I'm afraid that I'll have to decline, Dolores. I have actually arranged a meeting with someone else who lives nearby, and only arrived here so I could escape from the reporters without leading them to my acquaintance's home."
Dolores looked disappointed, but let him go. "Alright, I'll see you later at the Ministry then." And with that, she skipped away, adding another problem onto Cornelius' list.
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That afternoon, as Harry sat in the kitchens with Daphne – the rest of the friends had said they had homework that they needed to do – then they were chatting about this and that when a house-elf appeared next to them with a snowy-white owl on its arm. It was a Gringotts owl, as Harry could tell, and a package and a letter were tied on its right leg. "Master," the house-elf squeaked, bowing deeply, "this owl be looking for you outside kitchen window."
"Thank you," Harry said. The house-elf then "deposited" the owl on the table, before returning to its work. As dinner was coming up, they obviously had plenty of work to do, cooking for a few hundred witches and wizards – some of whom, like Ronald Weasley, ate almost double of what an average person would. Harry reached for the owl, relieving it of its package and letter. The owl then zoomed off to the house-elves, most likely looking for refreshments as well as possibly a place to rest.
"What is that?" Daphne asked.
"It must be my copy of the Potter Holdings," Harry said. When he opened the package, he was proved correct, as it held a large file with "Potter Holdings – Copy" stamped in gold. The sign of Gringotts was stamped in silver below the title. It was quite heavy, and as he picked it up then a black leather-bound notebook fell out. "What's this?"
"Maybe it's something to do with your holdings," Daphne suggested. "Why don't you open it?" Harry agreed, and opened it to find a name on the front: LILY J. EVANS-POTTER. He flipped to the next page, which read: This is the journal of Lily J. Evans. If found, please return to Professor M. McGonagall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. This diary is Charmed so only those with Evans blood can read it. In the case of my death, this Charm will be gone.
"It's my mother's journal," Harry said in awe. "Stoneclaw must have found it somewhere in Gringotts, and decided to give it to me." He set it and the file of the Potter Holdings aside, reaching for the letter. The letter was from Stoneclaw, and read:
Dear Mister Potter,
I have sent you a copy of the Potter holdings. Only those with Potter blood or those that are married or betrothed to Potters can read it, so no worries about someone reading it. I have also found your mother's journal. I have good reason to believe this is only one of a few journals of your parents' – if I remember correctly, your parents always carried their journals around with them, even to meetings at Gringotts – so if I find any more of them, I will of course forward them to you.
May your gold flow and your enemies perish,
Stoneclaw
"Yep, he confirmed that this is my mother's journal," Harry said. "He also said, 'I have good reason to believe this is only one of a few journals of your parents',' which means that this isn't the only journal. Maybe this is just my mother's journal from when she was at Hogwarts, that must be why she wrote, 'If found, please return to Professor M. McGonagall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' instead of 'If found, please return to myself at Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow'."
"I suppose," Daphne said. "But if that's her only Hogwarts journal, I can't say she was much of a writer. Seven years and she just finishes one notebook."
"Mmm, from what I've heard she was more of the studying and reading type than the writing type," Harry said, opening the journal once again. "But I bet that my father was even less of a writer than my mother. From what I hear, he was more focused on pranking and due to his eidetic memory, he could pass his exams with straight O's so he wasn't worried about them at all. He also never seemed the type to read much to Cygnus and Isabel. Anyway, do you want to read the journal with me?"
"Me?" Daphne said, mouth dropping open. "But... it's your mother's journal."
"And?" Harry said, shrugging. "I'm sure she'd be willing to let you, my betrothed, if she could tell us from Heaven or Elysium, or wherever she is in the afterlife."
"I'm sure we could do a little research on that if you wanted to know," Daphne said. "There must be books on time in Potter Manor or Greengrass Manor. But I'd be very happy to read the late Lady Potter, my future mother-in-law's, journal with you." Harry smiled in return, shifting his chair closer before opening the journal so they could begin.
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While Harry and Daphne were reading, Sirius Black was lying in St. Mungo's. He was currently in Ward 14, on the first floor, which was for patients with creature-induced injuries. As Dementors were classified as "creatures" and he had certainly been affected in Azkaban, he had been put on the first floor. Sirius was currently being treated by Andromeda and two other Healers, Charlotte and Grace. Charlotte had blond hair and blue eyes, while Grace had light brown hair and blue eyes.
"Well, what problems are there?" Sirius asked impatiently after the three Healers had waved their wands over him for a while, and a sheet of parchment which a quill was writing on by itself grew longer and longer. The parchment and quill were floating in mid-air by themselves, and all Sirius could see was the black writing of the quill.
"Surprisingly, less than I thought there'd be for someone who's spent a decade in Azkaban like you," Charlotte answered, waving her wand again and silently casting a spell. "The biggest problem seems to be malnutrition. The Azkaban fare isn't especially healthy or good for anyone, though, so that's to be expected." After several more minutes of wand-waving, the Healers finally stopped and silently read through the list on the parchment.
Once they had finished, Grace said, "Well, just to warn you, you'll be on a strict potions regime for a while. I'll go and get the potions with Charlotte, and Andromeda here can start writing up your instructions." The other two Healers nodded, and Charlotte and Grace went out of the room, leaving Andromeda and Sirius.
Once they were gone, Andromeda sat down on the side of Sirius' bed, before saying, "Okay, Sirius, we need to talk. They don't know about you being free before you're supposed to, so you'd better act like you don't know anything about us yet. Got that?" Sirius nodded, which satisfied Andromeda apparently, as she moved off to write at the table. It was situated against a wall in the room, so all Sirius could see was her back as she wrote.
After a few minutes, Charlotte and Grace re-entered the room, Charlotte pushing a trolley filled with potion racks filled with potions and Grace pushing one filled with all manner of things. "Dromeda, are you done with the instructions?" Charlotte asked as she and Grace pushed the trollies so they were at the side of Sirius' bed. Grace then took a fold-up table from the trolley she was pushing, and placed it so that it would be over Sirius' lap if Sirius sat up.
"Wait a moment," Andromeda said absently, writing a few more words before finished, declaring, "I'm done!" She then got up and, clutching the parchment, went over to where Charlotte and Grace were standing. They then conferred in low voices and took turns reading and editing the parchment. After a few minutes, they were apparently done.
"Okay, Sirius," Grace said, coming over to him. She picked up a potions rack, placing it on the fold-up table, before sitting down on the side of his bed. "So these are the potions you'll be required to take thrice every day – morning, afternoon and night. This pale green potion is for nutrition, this dark pink one is a Diet Enhancer, this dark green potion is a Cell-Repairing potion, this pale pink one is a Muscle-Repairing, this red one is a Growth Enhancer and the silver one is for Dementor exposure."
Grace then indicated the rest of the trolley. "These are mainly just repeats of these potions, as we don't have potion bottles that can automatically refill themselves. But these pale, almost white, potions are Enhancers, which means they enhance the potions you took. This purple potion is Dreamless Sleep, which was requested for you. This blue potion is an appetite simulator. And finally, this clear potion is to make sure that potions don't react with each other."
"Great," Sirius said. "So what was 'Dromeda writing then, if you've just told me everything?"
"The order which you must take the potions," Charlotte said. "Potions can react badly with each other, as Grace has already said. You have to take a sip of the clear potion in between potions, but you must still take them in this order which 'Dromeda has written down for you. There's also reminders so you drink the potions at the correct time, such as most of the potions thrice a day, Enhancer, Appetite Simulator and Dreamless Sleep once a day and 'Non-Reacter', the clear potion, between potions."
"It sounds much more complicated than what I learned in my N.E.W.T. Potions class, and sounds like so much more studying," Sirius said. "I now know why I never wanted to become a Healer, and barely even looked at the pamphlet for Healer apprenticeships that McGonagall gave me when it came to possible career choices in my fifth year."
"Sirius!" Andromeda said, swatting at his head with the parchment she was holding. "A Healer is a very important job, and one that you should have some respect for. While a community of Healers could survive without any Aurors, a community of Aurors can't survive without any Healers."
Sirius sighed. "Yes, 'Dromeda, I know," he said. "Now, what potions do I have to take first?" With that, Andromeda passed over the parchment.
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That evening, the nine friends – as Hermione had vanished for the day and still hadn't returned, or at least they couldn't find her – sat down at the Gryffindor table, hoping to catch Hermione and try again to change her mind about the house-elves. Instead, they were greeted with a smiling Hermione, clutching a metal box that rattled when she shook it. On the lid of the box there were four letters written: S.P.E.W., along with a moving, wizarding photograph of a house-elf.
"Hello," she said cheerfully. "How are you? I've been quite busy this afternoon, making all these badges."
"Badges?" Neville asked. "What badges?"
"For S.P.E.W., of course!" Hermione said. "S.P.E.W. stands for 'Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare'. I originally wanted to put 'Stop the Outrageous Abuse of Our Fellow Magical Creatures and Campaign for a Change in Their Legal Status', but it wouldn't fit, so that's the heading of our manifesto instead." She dug around in her bag, ignoring all their shocked expressions, before producing a piece of parchment that was covered with her handwriting.
Draco sighed. "Hermione–"
"Our short-term aims are to secure house-elves fair wages and working conditions. Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wand use, and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because they're shockingly underrepresented," Hermione went on. "You'll all be joining, won't you? We'll have ten members if you all join. It's two Sickles for a badge, I think that'll cover costs if we get enough people to join." She stared expectantly at them.
It was Harry's turn to sigh. "Hermione, we are not joining this club of yours to basically make house-elves free," he said. "Have you actually bothered reading about the house-elves' and the wizards' relationship in the library? Have you read about how we are dependent on each other?"
"But that's all false!" Hermione cried. "House-elves are all brainwashed by wizards!"
At that, most people's jaws dropped and they faced Hermione, whose cheeks flushed bright red. After a few seconds of silence, a Ravenclaw that Harry knew to be Albert Nightstar, a seventh-year pureblood, spoke up. "Miss, I am afraid that you are mistaken. House-elves are not 'brainwashed' by wizards, and the information Mister Potter offered you is true. Heads wiser and older than yours or mine – although that may be hard to believe–" A laugh rang around the Hall "–have studied the relationship between house-elves and wizards and have found that yes, we truly do depend on each other. Before you make ludicrous accusations, I suggest you research the subject properly first."
Hermione, whose cheeks were still bright red, stared at Nightstar for a moment before storming out with the tin box and those badges. Everybody sighed as soon as she left, realising that there would be a battle sooner or later over this topic.
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The next day was a Monday, which meant that they all had classes. As such, the nine friends knew that they would see Hermione in classes, as Neville had reported that he hadn't seen her since last night. Which wasn't especially worrying, though, as Hermione would most likely be in her dorm, and boys couldn't get into the girls' dorms due to the magic of Hogwarts, although girls could get into boys' dorms. And at breakfast, they saw Hermione.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked kindly as Hermione approached them and sat down next to Susan. She began making her breakfast – a couple of slices of toast, spread with butter, and a goblet of pumpkin juice was what Hermione took this morning – and consuming it.
"Yes, but the house-elves aren't," Hermione said. "That's why I've done some research about them last night in the library."
"Did you find out that they aren't slaves, as you seem to believe?"
"But they are," Hermione objected. "But that doesn't matter as much, as S.P.E.W. will help them. I've even devised a new plan to free them from slavery, and I started working on it last night. You can help me, if you join S.P.E.W. by buying a badge. It's two Sickles for a badge, by the way, if you've forgotten.
Harry signed inwardly. "What is it this time?" he asked. "Is it buying them clothes?" He meant it as a joke, but Hermione's expression told him everything. "You didn't!"
"I didn't," Hermione said. "I knitted little hats and socks for them. I've only made three, so far, as I've had to knit them by hand. I've yet to find a knitting spell, if one exists. And I think I came across one while I was looking at household spells that we could do ourselves instead of getting a house-elf to clean, cook and such like for us."
"Hermione!" Susan said. "You're not supposed to do that! Yes, you may have set them free, but, they will now be in the early stages of a slow death, as they don't have any kind of magical bond with Hogwarts or Dumbledore now, and can't receive what they need to survive: magic, from a bond. That is why all house-elves don't want to be set free, no matter how abusive their master or mistress. Didn't you research properly about this?"
"I used a book called House-Elves and Why They Should Be Free, which I found in the library" Hermione said. "It's by a Muggleborn, who has similar views like mine, and also attempted to start a club similar to S.P.E.W., which she called R.S.P.C.H.E., or 'Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to House-Elves'. I based S.P.E.W. on her club."
"Who is this Muggleborn, anyway?" Hannah asked. "I've never heard of any R.S.P.C.H.E. or House-Elves and Why They Should Be Free before."
"Her name is Melissa Brown, and she graduated from Hogwarts ten years ago," Hermione said. "According to what I could find out about her, she went on to fight for house-elves' rights in the Office for House-Elf Relocation, which is a part of the Being Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
"We know what the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures is, and the Being Division," Hannah said. "But, I didn't know that there was an office for house-elves. And this book, House-Elves and Why They Should Be Free, doesn't seem all that good to me."
Harry sighed. "Hermione, over the past two weeks, I have noticed you have this habit of looking at magical things from the perspective of a Muggle or Muggleborn without any understanding of the wizarding world, without researching properly," he said. "As is proved from this matter about the house-elves, all you do is look at one book and take whatever's written there for truth. You don't even compare that information to other books' information."
"Harry's right," Neville spoke up. "Hermione, we all know your feelings on this subject. But, when I say this, I think I speak for the whole group: we will not allow you to 'browbeat' us into joining S.P.E.W., nor your 'projects' on freeing the house-elves." As he looked around, the other members of the group nodded as well. "We will also not allow you to harp on at us about freeing our families' house-elves, either. If you don't believe us, go to the library and research properly, not just with one book."
"I agree with Neville," Hannah said.
"So do I," Susan agreed.
"I agree as well," Tracey said, and the rest of their group nodded agreement. But as Hermione looked like she was about to burst into tears, she went on, "We're also very sorry to say this kind of thing to you, our good friend, but if we simply cannot get it through your head that house-elves aren't slaves, maybe the library can." She would have gone on, but Hermione had stomped off.
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After class, Tracey, Luna and Susan were busy looking for books in the library about house-elves, as a way to finally get it through Hermione's head. "I think that we should try giving her this," Susan said, brandishing a pamphlet on house-elves. It was a Ministry one from after the war with Voldemort, when many important witches and wizards had been killed, leaving their house-elves without masters. As a result, many house-elves were slowly dying from a lack of magic through a bond.
The pamphlet was from the Office for House-Elf Relocation, which had been created after the Wizarding War so house-elves would find new homes, and was about 'the positive impacts on you and your immediate family that will occur as a result of you bonding with house-elves'. However, there was a section at the back which stated, 'However, as we have seen that many witches and wizards may abuse house-elves, if you apply for one, you will have to undergo several tests and interviews first', and which the three girls thought that Hermione would take that as confirmation that house-elves were slaves.
Since there was that part, but the pamphlet was perfect otherwise, they decided that they might as well give it to Hermione anyway, but they would keep searching. Susan did that by casting a Doubling Charm on the pamphlet, and ripping the back page off. It wouldn't do anything, except get rid of that section and an explanation of possible tests, as well as a cartoon of a house-elf and a wizard on the back page.
A while later, Tracey 'popped up' from the lower bookshelves she was scanning, clutching a thick book titled Elves and their Magic. "There's a section on house-elves here, I saw it in the Contents page," Tracey said. But upon flipping to the correct page, she was rather disappointed to find out that the section was simply a list of uses for house-elves around the home, and how to bond with a house-elf. "Never mind, then. I'm sure we'll find a better one."
To their surprise, Luna was the one to find the perfect book. About fifteen minutes after Tracey had found Elves and their Magic, Luna reached up to the second-highest shelf of the bookshelf and pulled a silver, leather-bound book down, titled House-Elves: Contented or Cheerless?. It was perfect in three ways: 1) It had only been published two years ago, so Hermione couldn't dismiss it as 'being too out-dated and old-fashioned'; 2) It wasn't too thick, so Hermione could probably get through it in one evening; 3) When they scanned the book, they found it a wealth of good information. And one of the sections was that house-elves were, in fact, not slaves, contrary to Muggleborns' beliefs.
"Great!" Susan said enthusiastically. "Let's just write a note and ask Neville to deliver it to her in the Gryffindor Tower."
"But boys can't get into girls' dorms," Tracey objected. "No, let's ask Neville to deliver it to someone in Hermione's dorm. There are four other first-year Gryffindor girls, if my memory of the Sorting is correct. There's Parvati Patil, who has a twin sister, Padma, in Ravenclaw; Lavender Brown, Parvati's best friend; Lily Moon, a very quiet girl; and Sophie Roper, Lily's best friend. Sophie's father is quite famous in the trading industry, I remember, so I think I've met Sophie before."
"We'll deliver it to Sophie," Luna said. "Parvati and Lavender have detentions with Snape for gossiping in Potions, and Lily's gone to ask Professor McGonagall about extra credit. That only leaves Sophie, and Hermione, of course. But maybe Hermione will be in the Gryffindor common room, so Neville can deliver it directly to her."
Susan gaped at Luna, while Tracey softly clapped. "Logically deduced, Luna," Tracey said. "The Hat was right to put you in Ravenclaw. But how could you know about Lily? I'll give you Parvati and Lavender, they were complaining quite loudly about their detention and that they were 'merely just sharing information'."
"I just do," Luna said, with a mysterious air. "The stars told me Sophie would be the perfect choice." After a quick glance shared by Tracey and Susan, they decided to ignore it.
"We'll write the note first, before checking the book out," Tracey said. "I'll write, as my handwriting's the neatest." She grabbed a sheet of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink from her bag, and dipped the quill into the ink first before waiting, and began writing. After a few minutes, the note was done and was lightly blown dry. They then went to check out House-Elves: Contented or Cheerless? under Susan's name, as Susan was the eldest out of the three. Her birthday was December 9th, 1979, while Tracey's birthday was January 26th, 1980. Luna was, of course, the youngest, being born on the 2nd of September, 1980.
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That evening, the group took advantage of the fact that Hermione didn't appear at dinner to talk about a subject: Hermione's upcoming birthday, which they had only found out about after Cho had come to invite them to her "party". Afterwards, they had been discussing their birthdays and had also taken the opportunity to wish Luna a belated Happy Birthday, having not celebrated it because of what happened in the tower with the late ex-Professor Quirrell.
"We really need to do something nice for her after all this house-elf and S.P.E.W. business," Pansy said. "I know it's a Thursday, so we can't do very much, but then we can always organise a small dinner, just the ten of us. Is there anywhere that we might possibly be able to do that in Hogwarts without using a classroom?"
Hannah, their resident expert on Hogwarts seeing as she had an elder brother and sister who had both gone to/were still going to Hogwarts, frowned. "I don't know," she said. "Give me a day or so to find and ask my sister, and get back to you. That'll still give us enough time to organise one." The others nodded in agreement, and went on to discuss possibilities for that day... or evening, really, as they had classes.
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That night, Hermione went into her dorm to find a dorm-mate of hers, Sophie Roper, clutching a wrapped package and waiting for her. "This is yours, Hermione," Sophie said. "Your friend, Neville Longbottom, gave it to me and told me to give it to you," she said. "Mister Longbottom also said that it's from Davis, Bones and Lovegood." Hermione thanked her and took it. She sat down on her bed and opened it to reveal three things: a letter, a silver book and a pamphlet, before picking up the letter first and reading:
Dear Hermione,
We're very sorry if you were upset by what we said at lunch or before regarding house-elves, but we know that it is true. That book of yours by Melissa Brown, House-Elves and Why They Should Be Free, is nothing more than a book trying to force witches and wizards into thinking that house-elves are slaves and they should be free. We're not saying that you shouldn't fight for house-elves' rights (actually, they're shockingly underrepresented) but that they shouldn't be "free". Their freedom is, in a way, with their master.
We're also not trying to feed you what you might think are lies, but instead educating you with the truth. To prove that, we've enclosed a book, House-Elves: Contented or Cheerless? and a pamphlet from the Office for House-Elf Relocation, produced after the Wizarding War. It was probably partly made by that Melissa Brown, seeing as there were only five people in the Office for House-Elf Relocation at the last count, so it should be true enough. The book was also only written a couple of years ago, so it's not old at all.
Tracey, Susan, Luna and the rest of the group
P.S. House-Elves: Contented or Cheerless? is borrowed from the library under Susan's name, so please don't damage it (not that you probably would, anyway).
After reading the letter, Hermione looked doubtfully at House-Elves and Why They Should Be Free, which was sitting on her nightstand. Maybe her friends were right, after all, which might be proved in that book and pamphlet.
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Hey guys!
Thanks so much for over 200 reviews, over 800 favourites and well over 1,000 follows! I know I'm not a fast writer so it's pretty good to have all these reviews, favourites and follows! And for those who've asked me in previous chapters something along the lines of "How can Luna be in the same year as them if she's a year younger?", then the answer is in my fanfic, she's born on the 2nd of September and was accepted into the upper year due to a letter from James Potter (read the letter to Harry on the first chapter).
On another note, I've figured out how to get fanfictions onto my Kindle. Yay! It's pretty great, but you can't get updates on your Kindle, so I would advise only downloading completed fanfics like Angry Harry and the Seven by Sinyk, Isolation by Bex-chan or Harry Crow by Robst – all some of my favourites – instead of in-progress ones.
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