Author's Note: Yay chapter trois! Leave a review if you enjoy it!

Anyways this story Mine!, but Harry Potter is not [Unfortunately :0]

"What?" This time it was Ronan that was surprised. He was watching our conversation -More like a one sided screaming match- and occasionally gave approving noises.

I looked outside. A mansion, more like a CASTLE! I wonder how all the pureblood families could afford this. Is it because of the fact that they're pureblood and have an infinite supply of money or they pass it on like an inheritance? Or is it that they get high paying jobs just because of their name in the Ministry of Magic? Either way, it's due to them being pureblood, not because of their natural talents. Ugh. I'm starting to hate that word now. Talents. It leaves an icky feeling in my mouth.

"I-I have to leave now" Dad sadly. Ronan and I rounded on him.

"What do you mean you have to leave? You can't leave us alone to the wolves! You're coming with us inside aren't you?" I asked dumbfounded. Is our dad really gonna leave? Why?

"I cant go inside anyways, It's anti-muggle" He said morosely. "I don't want to leave you guys here but I know that if I do, both of you will get a proper education, and will be given an opportunity to live with people more like you. And I'll still see both of you before you go! On the Hogwarts Express. I think that's what it's called. Anyway, it's just goodbye for now, ok?" By the time he finished his sentence I was crying, big fat tears pouring down my face. Ronan wasn't crying, but I knew he was close. His eyes were red and he was looking down. But I knew I was in a much worse condition than him.

"Now, treat Mr. Nott nice because you're a guest in his house, OK?" He moved in to hug us both. We accepted and stood there for a long time. I don't know how long we stood there, hugging each other. Finally we broke apart. Dad's eyes were wet too.

He slowly went back into the taxi, but we could see the look of longing. We waved, until we could see the car no more. I sighed. Today has been a long day, with all the traveling and information that's been stuffed into our brains. We both looked at each other and nodded. Seems like this is just another adventure in our life, so why not just tackle it head on.

We didn't talk the entire walk to the mansion.

The mansion looked farther than it actually was, since we reached it in five minutes. We stood in front of the ridiculously large gate.

"Do you want to ring the doorbell, or should I?" Ronan questioned. I couldn't trust myself to speak, so I just shook my head. He gave a small sigh and proceeded to ring the doorbell.

*crack*

A short being appeared in front of us. It had bat-like ears and humongous, bulbous eyes. Its facial features were very disproportional, and it was dressed in a pillow case littered in stains.

"Hello Master Ronan, Hello Mistress Ambrose. I is grateful to serve yous"

"I'm dreaming. No way this ugly, horrid, elf-like being is standing in front of me calling me Mistress Ambrose" I thought to myself. I'm just hallucinating, a side effect of my tiredness, But the scream coming from Ronans mouth confirmed, it was in fact real.

"AHHHHHHHH NO WHAT IS THIS HORRID BEAST?!" Ronan screamed "AND WHY IS HE DRESSED IN A STAINED PILLOWCASE"

"Oh Master Nott told me they knew about house elves. Oh! Bimkey deserves punishment, she really does" She wailed, banging her head to the gate. "How could Bimkey scare young Master and Mistress"

"Wait, no, stop banging your head to the gate" I yelled. What in the world was happening?

"Yes, Mistress," Bimkey wailed. Does she do whatever I ask of it? Her? Whatever.

"So is she a servant?" I ask Ronan, horrified. A servant? With big eyes and ears? What kind of a place is this? Did Dad really think this place would be "better suited for us"? Because clearly not. Within the first 10 minutes, we were scared out of our wits.

"I mean it's not surprising that a house as big as this has servants. I bet it has multiple, so sweep, clean dishes, and mop" he answered. I guess he recovered pretty fast.

"So, what are you, um, Bimkey?"

"Oh mistress is asking for Bimkeys, purpose, why is I not telling of this in the first place?" Bimky howled, ready to bang her face in the gate once more. "I is deserving of being punished"

"Please, Bimkey, no more punishing yourself. Just answer the question" Ronan asked, a headache coming along. Honestly, If they were servants, they were doing a whack job at it.

"Bimkeys purpose is to serve young Master and Mistress, as said by Master Nott, we shoulds be going inside now."

"Okay, Show us the way then" I gestured forward with my hand. Bimkey gave a short nod and with a crack, disappeared, taking us with her.

"What the bloody hell was that?" I swore, disoriented. It felt…wrong. Every inch of my skin was squeezed together and bounced around like a rubber ball. I felt a sudden wave of nausea, and felt a strong urge to puke, but I managed to keep it down. Rona wasn't faring much better as he looked a bit green, but just like me, he managed to keep it down. I was too busy trying not to puke that I didn't notice the indignant boy on the other side of the room.

"What is the meaning of this Bimkey?! How dare you bring unwelcome guests without warning me." The boy asked, scandalized. His room? I took a look around. "This is his bedroom!? It's huuuge. And it's much neater than other boys' rooms his age. " Now that I'm looking at him properly, he looks around the same age as me, 10, give or take a year. He had brown hair that closely resembles mine, and a spattering of light freckles on the bridge of his nose. He had golden brown eyes that glowed in the sun. But the only difference in physical features was that Ronan was taller than him by a couple of centimeters.

"Bimkey is sorry! Bimkey is deserving of punishment!" She wailed "Bimkey was ordered to by young Master and young Mistress"

"What do you mean young master and young mistress, Bimkey? You should only be able to take orders from me! These are absolute strangers"

"Master Nott was the one who says to Bimkey to apparate to young master Notts room" Bimkey whispered, her head down low in shame, for displeasing him.

"HEY! Don't be rude to Bimkey '' I snapped at him. He clearly lived here, but that does not give him the right to be so rude to anyone, much less Bimkey, his servant.

"You stay out of this, you-you-YOU STRANGER!" I snorted at him. Was that really the best insult he could come up with? Before I could make a comeback, he resumed yelling.

"Why would my father ask that? Tell me the truth or I'll give you clothes" He said harshly. I assumed with the loud wail the Bimkey let out, that obtaining clothes was not a good option for the elf.

"Theodore, cease your incessant whining. It is not becoming of a Nott" Said a cold, flat voice. I took a glance. He looked like a carbon copy of the boy, with the exception of his eyes. He had blue eyes, like me.

"These are our guests. Treat them with respect" He swiftly turned around and exited Theodores' room.

"What was that?" Ronan mumbled.

"I have no idea"

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