DOMESTICA SERVILUS

Thanks to my reviewers. You remind me to keep updating and stop reading the 5 book over and over. Oh yeah no permission to write fanfic and no spoilers included.

Harry tossed fretfully in his bed, unable to sleep. Someone had turned the heat down. Was it worth getting out of bed for? His whole body was suffused with cold and his arms and legs constricted in a ball. Wide awake now, he quickly looked up. The Bloody Baron was floating above him tying knots in an icy translucent fishing net. Harry was too terrified to scream as he was lifted and carried out of the window to the grounds below.

The Bloody Baron dropped him to the ground and wordlessly glided away. Harry looked around. Ron was sitting beside him, bound in a similar fashion, and Slytherins including Malfoy and his sidekicks surrounded them.

Wondering what weÕre going to do to you and your pathetic supporter, Potter, asked Malfoy coldly.

Well at; least you canÕt poison us unless Daddy Snape let you keep the answer key from the last exam, said Harry, trying to sound braver than he felt.

Oh, weÕve gotten better in potions, said Draco, smirking, What we really need practice in is transfiguration.

Raising their wands in unison, the Slytherins began twirling them in a circle to produce a purple cloud, which clung to Harry and Ron covering them from head to toe. DOMESTICA SERVILUS As the smoke cleared Harry and Ron stared at each other, their mouths agape.

Harry, squeaked Ron, WeÕre, WeÕre É

House Elves, finished Draco, smugly, But you still need a bit of work.

Harry felt a familiar drowsiness wash over him. YOU WILL NOT REVEAL WHO YOU ARE. YOU WILL SPEAK AND ACT LIKE A HOUSE ELF. Said a commanding voice in his head. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Vaguely Harry and Ron nodded, unable to resist an imperius curse performed by so many wizards.

DonÕt worry, said Malfoy, the imperius curse is only illegal to use against wizards, not house elves. Oh and donÕt forget to make my bed.

RonÕs long, thin arms were soaked in greasy dishwater as he scrubbed the breakfast dishes. He looked much like any other house elf but for the large, deep green freckles on his cheeks. He was wearing a gingham curtain tied around his waist like a skirt. He and Harry had been on their way to find Dobby when Filch had set them to work in the kitchens.

If I ever gets out of this mess, said Ron, IÕll be dropping a hundred stink bombs on his office!

Ron started banging his head against the counter top. Harry dashed to the sink and pulled Ron away from it.

You mustnÕt breaks the dishes, said Harry, wiping tears of frustration on his tablecloth robe.

Besides, added a squeaky voice, Professor Dumbledore doesnÕt allow his elfs to punish theirselfs.

Dobby, they said happily.

Oh yes. You two is the new elfs. Dobby doesnÕt know your names. What does you call yourselfs, he asked happily.

We canÕt say, sir, said Ron, miserably.

We was never told our name, Harry added hastily, before they were compelled to punish themselves.

You will be needing names, said Dobby thoughtfully, I will takes you two to see Professor Dumbledore after dinner. He is a great one for thinking up names.

Ron and Harry beamed happily at this remark. Dumbledore would straighten this mess out.