For you anything
The rewrite
Hey it's JackieParris1123
As I promised here is the start of the rewrite. As I said before it will change quite a bit for instance there could possibly be fem slash and or Harry/Hermione/Daphne together. Don't let the old story fool you. It'll have the same concepts but delivered a different way. For instance it'll be a slower build up. The last time it was rather quick to get from the bond to the finalization. It will also be a bit more forgiving to Ron. Like actually having a burial or have him escape I haven't decided. I like redemption and maybe if I spin it just right he can be saved but idk I kinda like killing him off haha
Anyway here ya go hope it lives up to my expectations.
Disclaimer
I own NOTHING my name is not JK Rowling or warner brothers or whoever else owns the Harry Potter universe. I only play in the sandbox and kick over my castle when I'm done! So bite me.
Chapter 1.1 a letter
Ron had left them. He actually had left. With anger in his eyes and a snarl he walked past the ward boundary lines and apparated. Hermione had fallen to her knees and sobbed.
Harry instantly felt guilty instead of his anger. Why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut? Why did he have to let his anger control everything he did anymore? He hung his head, hearing the sobs of one of his dearest friends fill his mind, it took over his body and he slumped.
He didn't move when Hermione shuffled past him and collapsed on Ron's cot. He couldn't look at her, he couldn't see the disappointment and anger at him. It was only a matter of time before she took left him and he was on his own.
Good. He thought angerly to himself. She should go far away. Far away from me and be safe. But what was safe anymore? The attacks on the muggles came more often, the wizard world was a shell of what it used to be. And Dumbledore gave him jack shit to work with. Ron had said it best, Harry admitted to himself. Dumbledore should have given him something. Anything more than what he knew.
Ron… that was another thing. Ron had angered him more and more for the past two years now. Ever since the Triwizard tournament. His attitude and his vile. Whose best friend turned on you like that?
Harry darkened, best friend? He wasn't a best friend. He knew exactly who that best friend was and he treated her like garbage lately. He fell over himself at the ball when she came down and suddenly the realization she was in fact a girl. He grew interested but something had happened. What had happened? His head hurt and he moved his glasses off his face so he could rub it.
He glanced Hermione's way and saw her sleeping. His heart broke a little at the tear stains on her cheeks. He would let her sleep for now. Then they'd have to move, if Ron got captured he might slip and tell the snatchers where they were. It was a risk he couldn't take.
POP
Harry froze, there in front of him was a house elf. It had on a spiffy skirt and blouse set, a uniform of sorts with a crest that he didn't recognize. "Harry Potter sir?" She spoke quite well, looking at him hopefully. "Er..yes?" The little elf beamed. "Mistress gave Toppy orders sir! To give him letter sir when red hair wasn't around! Toppy be giving you this sir!" She pushed the envelope into his hand and beamed proudly again. "Just be calling for Toppy sir and Toppy will come right away!" With a bounce she popped away.
Harry glanced down at the letter in his hands. The wax seal was green and again had that crest he didn't recognize. Who would be trying to give me a letter?
Hermione hadn't moved, so he carefully opened the envelope and began to read.
Potter,
I know this may come as a shock, but I have news for you. While you have been away the griffendores have been hauled up someplace in the castle. I believe you held classes there last year. Yes I know about that. It's a blessing and a curse to have the title I have. You have friends Potter…err Harry. Two of which reside in the snake pit. The current date is Sept 18th I instructed my elf to deliver this to you where ever you were. And not to appear until Ronald Weasley wasn't around. He won't trust a word I say. And I hope you are smarter than he.
Sighed
A friend
Harry read the letter a second time before folding it and putting it into his coat pocket. They had friends in Slytherin? Who could possibly want to be his friend there? He scrunched his face and snorted. It was time to make something small for the two of them. Maybe he could get her to eat.
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"Harry. Come here." Hermione spoke with anger in her voice. Harry put down the can he was trying to open and walked out of the small kitchen, wiping his hands on the towel as he did. "What's wrong Hermione?"
In her hands was a medium sized box, the lid was off and four rows of potions could be seen. They were small tube viles all of them a pale pink in color with small tags on each section.
"Do you know anything about this?" She accused right away glaring at him. "I have no idea what those even are Hermione." Harry snarled glaring at her right back. "They're love potions. I found them under Ron's bed when I was looking for a sweater." Her cheeks went a bit pink for a moment before her anger burnt it away again.
"Wait… love potions? Why would Ron have love potions?"
"They're for us. I found our names on each of these tags." Harry scowled deeper. "So he's been slipping us potions?"
"For a while now I'm guessing." She pointed to the few empty viles. There was six empty bottles for each of them. "They must be strong enough to only need a little every other week or so. If not every month." She snarled glaring down at them now.
"I don't think our attraction to them was real."
Harry let his shoulders droop and rub the bridge of his nose. "How long?"
"I don't have an exact date Harry. But my guess for you since last year of not the year before. And me since the end of fourth year." Harry nodded. "That would make sense, you couldn't stand Ron until the ball. Then it was like a switch flipped. And you got jealous about lavender…" Hermione groaned and set the box down, flipping down onto the cot once again. "Harry when did you start noticing ginny?"
Harry walked over and sat on the floor by the cot. "End of fifth I'd guess just after padfoot…" his face twisted in pain and he had to shake it physically to stop the tears that threatened. Hermione gently touched his shoulder in sympathy.
"What do we do?" He asked in a small voice. "I won't have my feelings be fake." Hermione took a deep breath and hummed. "For now, I say we put this in the bag with a stasis on it. Until we have a clear enough head to deal with it. Then we eat." Harry grumped but stood walking back into the kitchen.
Now with Ron gone the food would last them a bit longer, but they would have to risk the muggle world soon to resupply.
At their small table, Harry pulled out the note and passed it to Hermione. "How?" She spoke alarmed. "A house elf." Hermione looked worried but quickly scanned the parchment and let her eyebrows raise."Daphne."
"What? Who?" Harry confused looked to his friend. "Daphne Greengrass. Her family is of the neutral sanction if I remember right. She's also known as the ice queen. No one usually messes with her. I had a few classes with her and we got along fairly well."
"Why would she help us?"
"Hell if I know Harry!"
"Language mione!" He chuckled as she flushed. "Well…if a house elf was able to find us…"
"One could help us!" Harry beamed. "Hermione you're brilliant!" She scoffed. "Harry I won't use slaves for help!"
Harry groaned and slumped back again until he cocked his head. "Did you ever actually talk to one?" Hermione opened her mouth but closed it again scowling to herself and stroking her chin. "No…I don't think I actually did." Harry grinned. "We know of two who we could talk to ya know." Hermione tilted her head. "Dobby and winky…"
The moment the names left his mouth there were two cracking pops. "Harry Potter sir be calling for Dobby and winky! He be calling!" The small elf ran and tried to hug the life out of his leg. "Dobby… how.."
"Dobby be listening, always listening for the great Harry Potter sir. I'm case he needed Dobby."
Harry looked at Hermione with a pointed look. He then looked at winky who was pale and sickly looking. "What's wrong with winky?!" Hermione suddenly shouted looking worriedly at her. "Winky be drinking butter beer miss Harry potter's grangy. She dying." He let his face fall and started to thump his head on Harry's leg. "What do you mean?" Hermione quickly rushed over picking up the frail elf in her arms. "Winky not bonded to family. She running out of magic. She wants family." Hermione looked alarmed. "She wants to be a slave?" Dobby shook his head. "House elves need magic, they not make their own. They bond to great wizards and witches like the great Harry Potter sir. They get magic and they do house elf chores for it."
"So you have to work."
"Yes Miss Harry potter's grangy. House elf bonds to family, gets magics stay strong, they help family or they slowly die."
Harry looked at Hermione who looked sick. "So all those hats…"
"Dobby collected all of them wore them all I believe." Dobby blushed and kicked his foot. "Why are you so healthy then Dobby?" Hermione asked looking at winky again, pulling the new bottle from her hand. "Dobby…has a partial bond to great Harry Potter sir. Enough it helps." Harry looked to the elf and nodded in understanding. "When I freed you."
Dobby nodded. "But winky need family or she will die." Hermione panicked looking between the elf in her arms, Harry and Dobby. Her mind racing until she came to her decision. "How?"
Dobby gave a sad smile. "If it be working, you just say her name and says you take her as your elf. She might not be strong enough." Hermione looked down to the tiny being in her arms who tried faintly to take the bottle back. "Winky discraced elf. No one wants winky." She cried softly. "Not true winky." Hermione gently said. "As long as you take care of yourself and take breaks and accept some kind of payment I will happily take you as my elf." Winky blinked slowly and could barely nod her head. "I Hermione granger take winky as my elf." There was a faint flash, and winky closed her eyes.
"Did it work?!" Hermione began to panic again. "Yes Miss Harry potter's grangy. She is very weak. She will sleep until yous magic helps her." Harry looked to the elf and thought deeply. Before gaining the elf's attention. "Would you like to be my elf fully?" Dobby began to breathe faster. "Be Harry Potter sirs elf? Be the great wonderful masters elf?!" He began to hop from one foot to another cackling and rubbing his hands. "Yes! Yes Dobby would!" Harry rolled his eyes looking at Hermione who still held winky close to her chest. She only nodded softly. "I Harry Potter take dobby as my elf."
With a crackle of magic Dobby gleefully jumped. He grabbed his head for a moment before standing straighter, clothing slowly appeared on his body. It was a deep blue with a crest on it's pocket. Trousers and a vest covered a simple shirt. "A uniform?" Harry mumbled. Dobby let out a large breath. "Dobby feels…great. Master Harry Potter truly is a powerful wizard."
Dobby tooked around the tent and tisked. "Dobby will take care of… home master Harry sir." His voice had mellowed and his speech improved drastically. "Well Dobby we actually need to pack up and go into the muggle world. Get food and supplies."
"Would master Harry sir like money from his family vault?"
"My what?!"