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Chapter Three: Rule Breaking

Harry is once again lying on his bed in deep thought, thinking about what he, Ron, and Hermione talked about earlier. Teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? As he told his two best friends, he wasn't really great at it. it's all luck. What good can he do?

He remembered the warnings that a few people gave him about snapping at Umbridge. In his anger, he ignored them and is once again suffering another week in detention. Now he really wants to kill that bitch! Harry sighs. If he doesn't do anything with his anger, he'll be on trial for murder this time.

Perhaps he should teach the subject. After all, practicing defensive spells behind that toad's back is already fighting not only against her, but also the Ministry. And as Archer told him, just because he's shutting up doesn't mean he shouldn't fight back. That's strange, he's starting to feel the same thing he feels every time he gets angry. But it's not anger this time. Instead, it's excitement on the prospect of breaking the rules.

Rules are meant to be broken after all.

Gilgamesh silently watched as Luna pets one of the Thestrals. He remembered back in his life time complaining to Enkidu about the fact that he can't see them. Now he wishes that he can't. They've become a painful reminder of the friend that he lost. He would rather not see them, but for Luna, he'll endure it.

He sensed someone coming. He turned and see that it was just Harry. Somehow, Luna knew it was him too despite not looking.

"Hello Harry Potter," greeted Luna. Harry briefly glanced at Gil, who gave him a smile.

"What are they?" asked Harry, addressing the Thestrals. Luna explained to Harry what Thestrals are. How they can only be someone who's seen death, and how Luna was able to gain said ability.

Harry turned to Gilgamesh. "You can see them too? You've seen someone die?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." He said somberly. He quickly changed the topic. "You got yourself Detention again."

"Yeah," said Harry apologetically. "I slipped. Trust me, I'll make sure I'll never do it again."

"You better not," said Gil half-jokingly. "Now, remember what I told you the last time?"

Harry nodded. "My friends are trying to talk me into teaching Defense." Gil and Luna looked at him with curiosity. "But I don't think if I'm cut out for it. After all, as I told them, a lot of the 'great' things that I've done is thanks to luck."

"I think you should do it," said Luna. "If you were lucky then, I'm pretty sure you can use luck again now."

"I agree," added Gilgamesh. "Whatever you come up with, it's probably better than that old hag's teaching."

Harry lets out a little laugh. "But still. I'm not really sure if I should do it. I mean, I suppose it would be fun to go against the Ministry…" his voice started sounding a little bit sinister. Once again, Gilgamesh can feel Harry's powerful magical energy. It's almost inhuman. He refuses to believe that he is average when it comes to magic.

"Going against the Ministry?" Luna questioned. "Then of course you should do it!"

Gilgamesh nodded, having read the articles about Fudge's private army. "And you said you find the idea fun. If you ask me, that's all that matters."

Harry seemed to be holding back his excitement, until he finally burst and announced, "yeah, you're right. It'll be fun. I think I'll do it!"

Harry turned around and started walking back to the castle, presumably to tell his friends about his decision. Before he can get far though, he turned back to Gil and Luna. "Well aren't you two coming?"

Harry, with Luna and Archer in tow, found Ron and Hermione in the Library. Ron is doing his Potions Essay while it's clear that Hermione has already finished hers and is now knitting more hats for the house-elves.

"I'm doing it Hermione!"

Hermione looked at him confused. "Do what?"

"You know? Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Hermione perked up. "That's wonderful Harry! What made you change your mind?"

"They convinced me to do it." He gestured to Luna and Archer. "Now, I guess I'll be teaching you guys, and since the Lovegood's already know, I guess they can-"

"Actually Harry," Hermione interrupted. "I was thinking you should teach anyone who wants to learn." She winced a little bit, as if expecting Harry to go ballistic.

Harry thinks about it. Most of the school thinks he's crazy right?

"We should only teach the ones who believe us" said the voice in Harry's head. "Neville, the Creeveys, Ernie, Cho… and we can use our detractors as test dummies!"

"I-If you're worried about them thinking you're crazy, I'm pretty sure there's a lot of people who are willing to hear what you have to say."

"It doesn't matter," said Harry. "If they want to, I'll teach them."

Hermione was taken aback. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll do it," Harry decided to put his feelings aside. This is more important.

"And if we tell them all that we got to say and they still won't accept us, at least they'll be clumped together. It'll be easier to get rid of them."

"Why are you making hats" Archer asked Hermione. Harry and Ron froze in horror. They know where this is going.

"I'm making hats for the house-elves."

"Why?" Asked Archer curiously.

"Because that's the only way they can be set free." Hermione went on to explain how house-elves are used by Wizards as slaves and that house-elves had been brainwashed to do as they're told. Archer simply nodded at the information. "That's why I made S.P.E.W. The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare! You're free to join if you like."

Archer seems to be thinking about it. Hermione didn't even wait for a response. She took out her box Full of S.P.E.W. badges. "If you want to join, all you have to do is-"

"You're saying there are house-elves in the school, right?"

"Why yes. Honestly, I don't know why Hogwarts today would agree with such-"

"I wonder if I can get at least one of them to serve me?"

Hermione's face froze. "W-What are you talking about?"

Archer smiled. "A race that will work for you and serve you with no pay. A loyal retainer like that is exactly what I need if I want to have any semblance of Kingship. Who knows? They might tell their friends what a great King I am, and soon all the house-elves here will want to serve me!"

Hermione's left eye twitched in annoyance. Ron stared at the boy in amusement. Harry, who for some reason is feeling the compulsion to mess with his best friend, told Archer, "there's actually two free elves working here in Hogwarts, but I'm sure one of them would be more than glad to work for you." Hermione tried to silence Harry, but it's too late. The young blond is now aware of the two free house-elves in the castle, and is probably dead set on getting one of them.

"Yes, I think it's for the best," said Luna. "With the number of house-elves being sacrificed by the Ministry to their Heliopaths, I don't think it's wise to leave any of them masterless for now." Hermione glared at Luna, who didn't seem to notice.

"That settles it! Will you excuse me for a moment? I'm going to the kitchen." And with that, the younger Lovegood takes his leave.

"Good job you three. I think you created spew's worst enemy," joked Ron, earning himself an elbow in the stomach from Hermione.

"Oh no you don't!" Hermione yelled as she followed Archer outside the library, leaving Harry, Luna, and Ron alone. As Harry watched Hermione chase after the little boy, he felt his scar tingle. Once again, it's not from anger, but from the amusement of pissing Hermione off.

Why does he love this feeling so?

When the first week of October came around, so did the first visit to Hogsmeade, which means Harry will be announcing his plans of Rebellion to other students. Unfortunately, only Third Years above could go to Hogsmeade. Of course, Gilgamesh could've sneaked out if he wanted to, but since nothing would be said that he doesn't already know, he instead spends the rest of the day finishing his Homework. If he were a normal person, he probably would have a hard time, but thanks to Sha Naqba Imuru, he was able to finish all of his assignments in a matter of minutes. With nothing else to do, he went to Hogwarts' kitchen, hoping to get himself a house-elf, or at least convince them to make him a Banquet. Ever since he told Hermione about his plans of elf domination, she has made it her personal mission to prevent him from even entering the Kitchen. Now that she's in Hogsmeade though, he's free to do whatever he wants.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw dozens of house-elves working on the food. He approached one of them.

"Hi there. Do you know where I can find two free house-elves?" The elf grumbled and pointed to the direction of two elves. One is crying and seems to be drunk, while the other is trying to comfort her.

"What's wrong with her?" Gil asked the sober elf.

"Winky is not been ok for a year now," he explained. "Winky be sacked by her old master you see, and Winky is not moved on from them since."

Gilgamesh nodded, and turned to the elf named Winky. "What if I become your Master then?"

"NO!" The elf shouted. "Winky is only loyal to master Crouch! Winky is not becoming another's elf!"

"Crouch." Gil remembered reading about him. "But he's dead." With that, the elf cried again. Gil shakes his head and puts a hand on Winky's shoulder.

"Look miss elf. Getting drunk in butterbeer won't get you anywhere. Let's just try and form a contract. You have nothing to lose, do you?"

The elf shakes her head. "Fine. Do what young sir wants, but it is not mean Winky would like it."

Gilgamesh smiled. "I'm not exactly sure how a house-elf contract is done but," he takes out Rule Breaker, a Noble Phantasm that can break Magical Spells and Contracts. "This should do the trick."

Gilgamesh yelled the Noble Phantasm's name and stabbed Winky with the dagger, and he can feel the contract forming. The elf is now officially his. The elf's eyes widen in shock.

"Your majesty!" she bowed. Interesting. She knows who he is. Gil noticed that she's crying tears of joy now.

"Winky is not deserving to be accepted by great king."

"Maybe," said Gil. " But still. You're a poor house-elf in need of a Master, and it is a King's job to take care of his subjects." He turned to the other elf. "What about you? Want a new master?"

The elf shakes his head "Oh no. Dobby enjoys his freedom."

"I see." Oh well. He figured there's at least one house-elf who didn't like enslavement. "Well Winky. Are you ready for your first task?" The elf eagerly nodded her head. Gil grabbed a few sickles from the gate. "Buy me a butterbeer will you?"

"Yes master!" she said, taking the sickles. And with a pop, the elf disappeared.

Gilgamesh can't help but say something he ought an old friend would say. "Yorokobe yosei, for you have a new master."

A/N: You know what I hate about writing this? I have to read OotP again. I like the book, but it's just so painful to read!

Fun Fact: I was originally gonna make a fic where stay night's Lancer became Luna's familiar after her mother's death. Sometimes I think I should have done that instead (and I am not gonna do two fics with essentially the same premise). The main reason I went with this is because I wrote this one down first.

So that's all for now, I guess. See you in the next chapter!

Omake: With a Little Help

"Winky?"

With the meeting in Hogs Head done, Hermione, Harry, and Ron are on their way back to the castle, when they spotted Winky the house-elf coming back from the Three Broomsticks with two bottles of butterbeer.

"Oh, hello miss," greeted Winky, who's in a chipper tone than usual.

"You're not getting drunk again, are you?" asked Hermione.

"Oh, these not for Winky. These for Winky's new master."

"You're new Master?" then horror struck her. With most of the school gone, that left Archer alone to his own devices.

"Winky. Who is this new master of yours?"

"Winky can't tell much but new master is great king."

Winky didn't need to say more. Hermione remembers the little Lovegood referring to himself as king when talking about wanting to enslave house-elves. The brunette's face turned red in anger.

"Wait a minute," said Ron. "How come Archer was able to get in the Kitchen? How did he know how to open the door?"

"Ron's got a point," Hermione thought. It was actually that fact that made her confident that she can leave him alone for a while. Even if the brat got to the kitchen, he wouldn't be able to do what he wanted as he wouldn't have been able to enter anyway.

That's when Harry started whistling. Hermione glared at him.

"Harry. What did you do?"

Harry gulped before saying, "I might have slipped and told him how to access the kitchen," He quickly ran back to the castle, laughing as he does so. Hermione followed him with the intent to kill.

"Harry Potter! Get back here or so help me!"

Ron, impressed with what Harry has done, can only watch as he thinks to himself, "blimey Harry. I didn't think you hated spew this much. That or you just really want to piss Mione off."