A/N: I'm not quite sure where this is going but I needed a break from my other story and I needed to write something so this is it.
The little Elf hobbled down the steps, a small, crying infant in her arms. She walked across the cold concrete floor, taking refuge under a table in the basement. She heard the screams from above and tried disparately to comfort the baby. She tried to hum but her fast, frightened breathes got in the way. She heard heavy, staggered footsteps on the stairs.
called a choked voice. The elf's breathing relaxed when she recognized the voice of her master. She emerged from under the table with the infant, who had stopped crying at the sight of her father.
said the elf's master again. He was clutching his side, which was covered in blood. Take Fabala. Hurry before they come back.
I can nots, said the Elf in a frantic voice. I can nots leave my master. It's nots right. It's nots what a House Elf dos.
It doesn't matter. Melena take her. Save my little girl.
Where is I to take her? Where is I to go?
Anywhere Melena. Away from here.
Yes Master. If that be your bidding I shall obey. The little House Elf climbed up another flight of stairs and stepped out into the world.