Ok so I am not the first person to admit it but depression sucks. I suffer from it and it has stopped me from working on this or even trying to type anything up. I have wanted to wrap up this chapter and have it looked over and edited all week but couldn't bring myself to finish it. I finally did and I am somewhat happy with it...I hope you all are too and I am so sorry too have left you all waiting. I am hoping to post another one or two chapters tomorrow because I have them written out but haven't t yped them up. Enjoy and Happy freaking Friday everyone!
Spiffy had known her other Master was most was exhausted but she had no idea that he was quite tired enough to collapse! She caught the silver haired man with her elf magic before he could hit the hard stone floor and cause more damage than had already been done to him. As she levitated Master Lucius into the same bed that her precious Master Severus had already been resting in, Spiffy could do nothing but shake her head at the two men she had served so faithfully for so many years.
She could see both men were still physically very wounded and would need at least a few weeks of recovery. She hoped now that this supposed final battle had finished (even the elves had heard about how the Great Harry Potter had defeated the evil Tom Riddle!) that the two men she had cared for so faithfully could finally be free and happy besides inside these four walls. Spiffy had watched silently for decades as the two men she took care of loved and laughed when they were at this home or their home in the South of France but outside of those two locations, Spiffy could not think of either man smiling. That was of course until recently when they began to talk about possibly bringing a potential Mistress of the Manor home with them one day. Spiffy had always heard the Master's say various what if's and what could be if they could manage to survive everything and she knew the had.
But Spiffy could not let the two just look out for themselves. The magic had demanded they meet their third and so Spiffy had done everything she could and everything she could think of as an elf to protect them. The two Masters and men who had been so kind to her. The two who in Spiffy's eyes has been more than worthy of her efforts and most certain worth the efforts of the young Missie who had helped Master Severus. She had done all she could to ensure that both men would make it through this terrible trial and she hoped she could look forward to meeting the new Mistress she hoped her Master's brought home.
Spiffy, as she gently placed Lucius in the bed he shared with Severus, noticed there had always been a space in between the two men that was just the size for a small woman. She hoped to see it filled soon as both of her Master's deserved all the love in the world, but she also knew this Manor and their lives could be helped with the touch of woman. Spiffy could only hope that the Missie Granger was the potential Mistress her Masters had talked about. The woman had been so kind and so worried about Master Severus, it was clear she loved him. Spiffy could only hope that Missie Granger could love Master Lucius as well.
Spiffy had been with her two Masters for almost 20 years now. Master Lucius had swept her away from the cruel former Mistress of Malfoy Manor when she was just a young elf. Master Lucius had seen how the nasty and mean Mistress Narcissa had beaten and hurt a young Spiffy despite her being only in her first years of service and truly trying her best. Master Lucius had given her as a gift to Master Severus to save her from that awful woman and Spiffy had taken care of Masters Severus and Lucius since then and she knew they were the best of men.
Spiffy also knew how important it was to keep all of their secrets and so far she had done a perfect job of that. Even when out running errands for the two men, she was careful not to wear any identifying crests or any of her identifying clothing and she always made sure no matter who asked or how many times not to mention what house or person she worked for. She was absolutely proud to be an elf who served the most wonderful Master Severus, who was the last of the Prince line.
Spiffy truly didn't think she could more proud to be an elf who was bound to the most noble House of Malfoy but here as she watched the men gravitate towards each other even in sleep and she was beaming with pride. She knew her Masters were capable of great things. Still even she was in awe by what she had heard her wonder Masters had done.
News in the house elf world traveled even faster than by floo or special bulletin that the Witches and Wizards used As soon as one Hogwarts elf had known of the great deeds of her Masters' Severus and Lucius, in the blink of an eye Spiffy had known of just how instrumental they had been in ensuring the continuation of the Wizarding World. She had always believed in the love of the two men and could not begin to express her happiness and joy in their part of defeating the great evil that had consumed their land for so very long.
As the two men gravitated towards each other in their nocturnal state both were struggling with the dreams that had haunted them for the past two decades. It was clear by the emotions that ghosted over Severus' visage as he slept made it obvious that even in his healing sleep he was going to be haunted by several of the same things that had bothered him for the past 20 or so years. Spiffy could tell that Master Severus would once again be dreaming of Lily,their lost friendship and the horrible deeds he had to say and do as a double agent. Spiffy also noticed something new about Master Severus, something Spiffy had never truly seen before Master Severus quite so openly bare this particular emotion. Spiffy could clearly see for what she thought might be the very first time a faint smile at the corners of his lips. Spiffy hoped it was because of the honey brown eyes that earlier when he was knocking on death's door had given him the smallest sliver of hope. Yes, Spiffy knew all about Hermione Granger and she truly hoped that the young woman who had looked so lost and forlorn when trying to save Master Severus would grow to feel the same way about her two Masters as they did about her.
Spiffy was a great bit more worried about the dreams that Master Lucius was having. She knew over the past few weeks and months since finding out who the third in their soul bond was that Master Lucius had been reliving some of the worst moments from his horrid past. Spiffy knew that he was a good and gentle man at heart who had been dealt a terrible hand by fate. She could tell by the grimace that had set in as soon as Master Lucius had felt the darkness of sleeping take over that he was once again reliving some of those terrible moments, this time in his dreams rather than just memories he could shake himself out of as he normally did after dwelling on them.
Although Spiffy was truly worried about the terrible dreams that she was sure were going to plague her Master Lucius as he drifted off into his healing sleep. She knew she could nothing more to help him besides helping him rest. Spiffy certainly knew better than to try and wake him from them.
She had more than once tended to Master Severus' injuries when he had tried to wake Master Lucius from one of his nightmares. Spiffy was no fool and she truly had no desire to be struck with any one of those same hexes she had tended to on poor Master Severus. Spiffy knew that Master Lucius was faster than no other with a wand. He was always a man that when it came to waking up suddenly, struck first and apologized later. Spiffy worried about how violent this particular nightmare was clearly going to become and worried about what the man she had cared for since near birth was dreaming about. She hoped it didn't involve the woman that Spiffy had seen him forced to marry. Spiffy tried hard not to think ill of anyone but she knew that Missie Narcissa was pure evil.
Before Master Lucius had saved her, she was being beaten regularly for not calling that evil evil woman Mistress. Spiffy hoped against all she believed in that the rumors she had heard were true and that the woman who had almost killed her at such a young age for a house elf was truly resting in Hades. She had heard Missie Narcissa had died with her Dark Lord and Spiffy could only hope she wasn't still haunting the dreams of her beloved Master Lucius.