Now this has been cmbined into one big fic..(prevously there was anouther fic with the same chapter)..so this is an old chapter with a little bit extra in it.
Greta, the house elf, swept up the dust on the Slytherin Common Room floor. Greta had been working at Hogwarts for almost five years. She spent every night cleaning the common rooms. Not always alone but her friend, Dobby, was sick.
She needed to rest so she did a crap job of cleaning tonight. She continued sweeping until she reached the banner against the wall. She swept the pile of dust under the green rug and turned to the fire.
She cursed under her breath when she saw the rubbish next to the fire. She inspected the fireplace, making sure the ash was all swept up, then she turned to the green sofa and started straightening the pillows.
One pillow would not straighten so she checked underneath. There was a book. It looked more like a diary. Greta reached down, grabbed it, and put it into a small pocket in her pillowcase that was tied around her body.
Greta gave a slight chuckle to herself. "This will come in handy." She walked over to the fireplace, she didn't need to sneak cause the Slytherin's were still in the Great Hall after Draco's parents were found dead. The student would return to the common room tomorrow. She reached over, grabbed some logs on a rack next the fireplace, and threw them in.
Her hand slipped in to her pocket and she pulled out a box of matches. Once the match was lit, she threw it into the fireplace. The log caught fire giving the room some light. She stepped back and stared into the fire, wondering what life would be like if she had not came to Hogwarts.
Something caught her eye. Something was above the fireplace. It was writing on the wall. She squinted. It looked like Blood. She read it. Frowning she said "What?" She read it repeatedly. Trying her hardest, Greta could believe what it said.
We Great People have a role
We are taking back what you stole
We will not take it at midnight
We will take it from you out of sight
This was frightening. The phrase We Great People have a role kept playing back in her mind. Could it possibly mean a Pure Blood was behind this. She snapped her finger and a second House elf appeared. He looked old and worn out. He approached Greta but Great ignored him and still looked at the message.
"You called, Greta?" He asked. He sounded angry that she had disturbed him. But soon his eyes drifted up to the wall. "We have to tell Dumbledore this." He was about to snap his finger but the looked at Greta. "Tell me Greta, was there anything else you found suspicious tonight?"
Greta tried to remain calm. The diary in her pocked pressed against her body. It almost felt like it has a heart and was beating. "No." Greta said firmly. "There was nothing else here."