*Splash*

I woke the prisoner up again. He kept passing out. He doesn't look Like he will last much longer.

Maybe, I should take more prisoners next time.

I lean in close to his face and look him in the eye, enjoying his pain, a twisted parody of my own. "You have been very helpful, I will release you now" I tell him.

I see hope, an emotion long lost to him begin to glitter in his eyes. Hope to be free again after the long days spent with me. I had turned his outsides to look like what I felt like inside.

I draw a line across his throat with my wand.

His eyes widen in realization of what is happening to him.

I can only assume he is smiling, because his facial muscles and tongue are gone.

As I walk away I hear his head hit the floor, his body still duct taped to the wall.

I left the bathroom and shut the door behind me, removing the notice-me-not and silencing charms with a flick of my wand.

As I passed the store manager on the way out the door I said to him in an angry growl"That bathroom is disgusting, if you can't keep a bathroom clean, how can I trust you to keep the isles clean? I could slip and fall and break my neck! I will never come to this Walmart again!" I then stormed away out the door.

The bathroom was filthy, even before I covered it in blood.

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"How can I help you today sir?" asked the attendant at the counter his eyes crinkled in disgust at the sight of me. Ripped and wrinkled suit, Little red stains all over my suit.

'Horace's House Elves''Finest Elf Supplier since 44 B.C' was the sign outside the building on the farthest edge of Diagon Alley.

"I need some help with some projects of mine that require discretion" I told him.

"An elf is not cheap sir, are you sure you can afford one?" he asked

I reached inside my suit for a mole-skin pouch full of the earnings of man I had 'released' the day before. The attendant flinched back, believing I was drawing my wand.

I upended the bag over the counter, gold overflowed over the counter and onto the floor. The nameless attendant transformed into a very helpful fellow after that.

In the old days wizards were given a choice when sentenced to death.

Banishment to the Dementor's Island, now known as Azkaban. A sure way to have your soul sucked out before the invention of the patronus charm which enabled wizards to control the demons. Partially.

A trip through the Tapestry of Death. Now entombed deep underground in the MoM's DoM. It is assumed that it is a quick and painless death

Last and the most often chosen is conversion to elf-kind. Forced to serve other wizards for the rest of their lives to make up for their crimes. They are cursed to be absolutely obedient and ugly. All beauty and freedoms lost to them. A smart wizard had made a contract with the creator of the curse to sell them to others for profit of both of their houses. They decided to make a monopoly on them, and fed them the drought of living death to keep them asleep until sold.

Thousands were stored here, wrapped in cloth to keep the dust off of them. Stacked in rows on shelves as plentiful as the books in the Hogwart's library.

It would be nice to take all of them, kill the clerk and run off with thousands of little soldiers. Ancient intent and blood wards
guarded this place. The knowledge in making the wards and the elves were long lost. I would have died stepping foot in the store had I intended to rob the place. My father, a curse breaker, had told me of one of his cases he had here when someone had made the very mistake. Breaking wards was not a skill I possessed.

"Thats enough for one, sir" said the attendant smiling at the gold reflecting in his eyes. "Pick anyone you like." He added.

"We apply free translation charms guaranteed to last a century, making giving orders simple." "We also have them trained in all manner of house-hold chores, from cooking and cleaning to childcare and transportation. Anything you would like. They are the top of the line in servants, no golem or human servant ever could compete with the services of our elves, sir."

"Are they in any particular order on these shelves?" I asked

"The dates of their conversions and crimes of the elves are one the tags attached to their wrists." he replied.

I smiled, the attendant flinched at the sight of it. "Thank you" I told him.

I walked through the shelve looking at the sleeping criminals. The worst of wizard kind for stored for more than a millenia.

Rape,Murder 503 AD.

Murder,Rape 73 AD.

Incest,Murder 497 AD.

Ah, perfect, just the one I needed.

Piracy, Murder, Theft, Torture, Noble Bloodline Ending 792 AD.

"This one" I said, pointing to the short grotesque little creacher.

I could use an assistant with those skills.

Especially after the news I had learned from my old beheaded friend.

I had more graves to fill than I thought.