Tippy was humming as she was walking up Diagon Alley, to meet up with her siblings. They were supposed to be performing in the square, and she was to meet them so they could all go get some lunch together. There was a special at Florean's, and the ice cream man had always been really nice to them. She was looking forward to a triple chocolate Sunday, thinking about her morning when she stopped short, watching that old toad lady and men dressed in green struggling to contain her brothers and sisters. They were trying to put them into cages, but they kept popping right back out and hitting the men in green.

A crowd of wizards stood around them, pointing and talking. Tippy scowled, and clenched her fists.

"Tippy?" She heard someone call her name, and she whirled around quickly, seeing that Colin Creevey fellow. His arms were full of paperwork, and as always, he had a camera strapped around his neck. "What's going on?"

Tippy pointed to the crowd. "That mean toad lady is taking my brothers and sisters!"

Colin gasped, and dropped the paperwork, and ran forward, taking pictures as he went. Tippy followed him, filled with anger. Her brother Tibby had actually gotten a good punch into one of the men's crotch just as they arrived.

"What's going on here?" Colin asked, and Umbridge smiled swarmily at him.

"No press allowed. Gentlemen, take the camera-"

"No!" Colin cried, and the guys grabbed the camera and smashed it to bits. The crowd around them only got larger.

"Hey, that's not right." Someone muttered.

"Yeah, that's just not on, smashing Colin's Camera." Someone else murmured.

"What are you arresting the little blighters for anyways? They're not botherin' anybody..." An older man complained, tapping his walking stick to the ground.

Umbridge pursed her lips together, and pulled out a scroll, and read from it. "A new law was passed just last night. All House Elves in our community must be registered and are now owned by the Ministry of Magic, if they are not owned already. We will put them in good homes, with people that will treat them as they should be. We are taking these elves to their new homes-"

"NO!" Tippy screamed as the men grabbed her too. She wriggled as they put a pair of strange looking cuffs on her, just like the cuffs her brothers and sisters now wore, and with a loud bang, the two men were knocked off their feet, and Tippy was dropped back to the ground. Her brother, Tibby had his hands out before him, and his eyes were wide. He looked...a bit surprised that he'd done that.

All the wizards around them took a step back, looking at the elves warily.

Umbridge spoke up. "See! This is what I'm speaking of! If these elves have a proper home, they won't resort to violence, and they will be safe and sound with their new owners. We are only looking out for the safety of all of our people."

Colin scowled openly at her. "They're not servants! They deserve to be free, just like anyone else! You can't separate them-"

"Watch me." The woman hissed.

The men in green stunned all the elves, but instead of making them drop unconscious, the elves only staggered slightly. Tippy grabbed her brother, and tried to pop away, but she couldn't. None of them could- it was those damned cuffs! The men grabbed them, and stunned them once more.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THEY WERE TAKEN AWAY?" Harry yelled. Colin flinched, and Harry tried to calm himself down. Neville squeezed his shoulder. "I'm sorry Colin, I didn't mean to yell at you."

"I know. I'm upset too." Colin said gently. "That's why I came to you guys straight away. What can we do about it? No doubt they've got the elves put up somewhere, and they'll be coming here soon enough."

"I know." Harry said, running his hands through his hair. "Neville, can you see who passed this Bill? And see if there's any loopholes? I'm going to go see someone."

"Who?" Neville asked.

Harry just gave him a grim look. "The Muggle Prime Minister."

Harry popped into the Muggle Prime Minister's office, making the man at his desk fall off his chair and onto the floor. His head popped up over the edge of the desk.

"Oh, it's you! How did you get here? Wait, never mind, I suppose that was some...magical thing, right?"

The man stood, looking distinctly relieved. Harry gave him a tight smile. "It's good to see you sir. I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, but there's...a problem. I need your advice."

The man motioned to a chair, and Harry sat. The man studied him openly. "Surely you've got people that could help you better than I can- right?"

Harry shook his head. "You've met our Minister. His colleagues aren't much better. In fact, they're worse. Have you been keeping up with the Hogsmeade Hail?"

The man smiled at this. "Actually, I have. My daughter reads it as well. I heard your friends got married."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks. They're still in Paris for their honeymoon. I think that's part of what happened." Harry paused. "We've all been so busy trying to organize the wedding and everything, that a...law was passed that, well...you remember the house elves, right?"

"The funny little creatures with the big eyes and ears?"

Harry gave a slight shrug. "I suppose. They're also a very important part of our workforce and our village. Unfortunately...a very bigoted woman made a Bill so that our Ministry could round all of them up and sell them off to the highest bidder."

The man's jaw dropped. "Slavery?"

Harry looked away. "Unfortunately, it's pretty common for a house elf to be a slave to a house or a family. However, all the elves that lived in Hogsmeade are free elves. They used to be in service at Hogwarts, but since the school no longer exists, they do not have that connection any more." Harry bit his lip. "They're free for the first time in centuries, able to earn money and raise their own families, buy whatever they like, do whatever they like...some people don't like that."

The Prime Minister leant back in his chair. "I see. And you're here because..."

"I don't know what to do. My Ministry is clearly alright with this, since they passed the law. But it's wrong. What's to stop them from trying to do this for our Centaur friends, or the Goblins? If they tried to do that to the Goblins, we'd have another war on our hands. It's bad enough that they've banned werewolves from the UK."

The man looked thoughtful. "It seems like we've got a problem here. Tell you what, I will talk to your Minister myself. Thank you for bringing up this to my attention." He paused. "I have intelligence that there is another group of your...sort that is in negotiations with their Ministry to open a public area, doing what you are doing in Hogsmeade."

Harry's eyes widened. "Where? Who?"

The man smiled. "The Americans, in Salem Mass. They say that they were inspired by you. Some kid, I think he knows you, someone named Smith, says he can't let you have all the fun."

Harry chuckled at this, shaking his head. "Well, well." He sighed. "So...will you help me talk to the Minister? Tell him the strides that muggles have made against Slavery? He might not listen to me."

"I will do my best. I do agree that what is happening is inhumane, despite these er...beings are not human. But they should be treated properly- if they want to be free, they should have every right to be. That goes for any other...er beings that you have."

Harry smiled. "Thank you sir."

The man looked at him thoughtfully. "If you ever wish to contact me again, please don't just...appear in my office like that. I'm sure you're giving my guards a heart attack right now. If you must, enter the building from the outside, so you can go through all the security checkpoints like everyone else."

Harry nodded. "I'm sorry sir. I wasn't thinking straight- some of these elves are my friends, and I'm worried for their safety."

"It's quite alright."

Draco rolled over in his bed with a sigh. He opened his eyes, and smiled as he saw the blonde next to him. She was hugging her pillow, her mouth open slightly. Draco bit back a chuckle as he noticed she was drooling a bit. This girl was...his wife. It was so strange to think that. It felt the same, but it was different at the same time. He reached over, and slid a hand over her bare shoulder.

She sighed, a small smile appearing on her face. She snuggled up to him. Draco kissed her gently, coaxing her carefully into waking. They only had the weekend for their honeymoon, and he was going to make the most of it.

"Hmm...Draco?"

He tilted her face up to his, and kissed her. "Good morning wife."

Luna gave him a beautiful smile, blinking up at him sleepily. "Good morning husband." She said cheekily.

"How does a day in bed sound to you?" Draco asked, running his hands down her back.

"Why, I think that sounds just perfect."

Tippy and Tibby had been seperated on purpose, Tibby knew. He was in a big house that already had lots of elves. He was sad to see so many of them were weak and injured. The new elves still wore their cuffs, not allowing them to pop away back home.

Tibby was in the kitchens, glaring at the dirty plates that the elves were washing. He was a free elf- he was owned by no one. It made him so angry to just go along with whatever their human master wished. The man was mean, and hurt his brothers and sisters- and took special care to hurt Tibby. He said Tibby needed to learn his place.

Tibby's long fingers lingered on one of the knives he was washing. He glanced at one of the older elves at his side, who had been watching him. The elf turned his back to Tibby- clearly, he wasn't going to get involved with Tibby breaking the rules.

Tibby knew he wasn't like other elves. Not anymore. Something was happening to him- he could feel it. It had all started when he'd met that fairy. He was stronger than most elves, and he was just a bit bigger too- not taller, but just...sturdier looking.

His big eyes were no longer rhumey, and his skin was no longer paper thin- he didn't bruise nearly as easily as his brothers and sisters did. His skin was no longer mottled grey and green, and now had started to change to a healthy green/brown color. His white hair started to grow- instead of whispy patches, it was coming out a bit thicker and stronger.

He wasn't the only one. His sister Tippy, she was changing too, and some of Tibby's closest friends were as well. Tibby was scared that they would turn back, that they would be like these others, these...weak willed elves.

His hand closed around the knife and he slid it into the pocket of the uniform he wore. He missed his clothes. He missed his family and friends. Most of all, he missed the Forest.

Jean stopped short as she saw the stick in her boyfriend's hand. "Dean...why are you carrying one of those wand things?"

Dean hastily tried to hide the wand behind his back. He had been trying to clean up after dinner while Jean was in the loo.

"Er...surprise?"

Jean stared at the stick, and then stared at her boyfriend. They had only been together for a couple of months. They were both students at the muggle art school in London that Dean attended.

"Don't tell me you buy all that magic crap that they're spouting over in that Hogsmeade place?" Jean said, her face twisting. The one time she had a seemingly normal, straight boyfriend, and now he turns this on her. If he turned out to be one of those crazy wiccans, she was leaving right now!

Dean frowned at this. "Jean, it's not crap! It's real!"

Jean huffed, not believing him. She grabbed her bag. "God, I can't believe you. This is just...typical! Let me guess, you think those creatures they have there are real too?" She bit out as she slammed the door open. "Grow up! Magic isn't real!"

Jean started down the stairs, and she jumped a mile as Dean apparated in front of her. She screamed, and Dean covered her mouth with his hands. Some of their neighbors in the dorm poked their heads out. Dean backed off immeadiately, keeping his hands up.

Jean stared at her boyfriend, frightened, shaking her head in denial. "It's not real, it's not real! Hogsmeade is just a stupid tourist attraction for little kids!"

"It's real!" Dean yelled back. Their neighbors started to gather around them. "It's all real! I'm a wizard-" People began to laugh at this, and Dean kept talking. "Magic is real!"

"Yeah fucking right, weirdo." One of the guys murmured, elbowing one of his friends.

Dean flicked his wand, and levitated the beat up arm chair that was sitting in the hallway. The entire group went silent.

Dean tensed as he realised what he'd just done. "Shit."

Dean wasn't the only one to reveal that magic was real to muggles. The Ministry of Magic collected fine after fine from every day witches and wizards that accidentally (and not so accidentally) revealed their magic to their friends and neighbors. And it wasn't just restricted to the UK either.

Albus Dumbledore banged his gavel, trying to calm the gathered witches and wizards in the chambers. "Order! Order!"

The ICW was gathered that day to try to figure out what was going to happen. There was a sharp incline of muggles sighting magic. More and more reports poured in from all over the world, and obliviation squads were working overtime. It seemed as though people didn't want to hide their magic any more. It seemed as though the muggles were slowly starting to believe that...maybe...magic was real.

"ORDER!" Albus Dumbledore roared once more. At that moment, the chamber doors opened, revealing the Noreigian Muggle Minister, the Prime Minister of the UK, Secretary of Home Affairs for France, and the Secretary of State for the United States, and the Magical President of the United States (Adam Smith). And they were accompanied by one Harry Potter.

All of the witches and wizards gathered went silent immeadiately at the sight of the muggles.

Adam Smith spoke up. "I thought it might be a good idea to bring these men into our chambers here- after all, we will need their help and cooperation with this as well."

People began to protest immeadiately, and Harry Potter flicked his wand, shooting up gold and white sparks into the air. "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!"

They went silent once teenager, despite his small stature, could definitely get people's attention when he wanted to.

The teenager spoke. "Now, all of you are going to sit down, and we're going to discuss this reasonably. We have a great deal of problems to solve, and they need to be done quickly. I suggest we bring in all of your muggle counterparts as quickly as possible-" He held up his hands at this, making murmurs quieten.

"I know we all have our differences, but this is something that affects each and every one of us. Muggles and Magicals alike share our world, and we need to figure out how to make this work. Whether you like it or not, muggles are already finding out about magic. We just need to decide how it's going to be done."

Dumbledore spoke up. "It started with Hogsmeade. The witches and wizards of our country became too lax about hiding their magic in the village, and stopped hiding it elsewhere. Do you realise the implications of this?"

"Yes." The boy's voice grew stronger. "With muggle technology as it today, the word is spreading faster than ever. By the time this year is over, all of the muggles will know of magic. Muggles and Magicals alike fear what they do not know- what we need to do is integrate our society gradually- do not keep magic hidden any longer, and do not keep muggles from it-"

There were immeadiate protests.

Draco sighed as he buried his face in his hands. Stacks of paperwork surrounded him. Luna leant over, kissing his cheek. "You alright?"

"I'm fine. Just...a lot of work. How is the search coming?"

Luna was trying her best to find a loophole in the Bill that Umbridge introduced, and to see if there was a chance of rescinding it. Their remaining elves in the village did not leave the forest now, for fear of being captured by Umbridge and her men. The villagers and muggles alike were sad to see them in hiding.

"Terrible. I've got a lot of people working on it."

"Do you realise how much money those little elves saved us? Do you realise how much money they brought in? We need them back, Luna." Draco murmured.

Luna rolled her eyes. "And they need to be free as well, most importantly."

Draco gave her a slight glare. "Look, I'm just looking at the facts and numbers. While the rest of you can concentrate of the virtues of freedom and peace and all that shit, I'm focusing on the hard truth. We need to get those elves back."

Luna tilted her head. "You're worried about them, aren't you?"

Draco looked away. "Look, I grew up with house elves at the manor. Father always treated them terribly...who knows how they're being treated now?"

"I know." Luna murmured, hugging him from behind. "I know."

Tibby bit into the cloth as he cut at his arm, trying to stifle his cries. He was trying so hard to get the cuff off of his arm. It was a bloody mess now, but the pain only just made him angrier.

He heard a squeak, and saw one of his sisters staring into the cupboard with wide eyes. It was Missy. She was the house elf that served the little Mistress, who had taken to following him around when she wasn't working. She crept into the cupoard, closing the door behind her.

"Tibby, why is you hurting yourself? Is you being punished?" She asked quietly.

Tibby hissed as he finally got through to the bone. "No." He murmured, and continued to saw away. "I'm getting out of here."

Missy started to cry. "You is not liking the Manor? You is not liking us elves?"

"No, not Missy, it's not you. Haven't...haven't you ever wanted to be free?"

The elf shook her head quickly. "No, I is not allowed-"

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?" Tibby cut himself off. "What it feels like to wake up with your brothers and sisters and look forward to whatever you planned that day? To walk around with the humans without fear of them hurting you?"

"I is...I is coming back." Missy whispered, and left the cupboard quickly.

Not too much later, she returned with a blanket, a pitcher of water, some rags, a sewing kit, and an axe. Tibby stared at the axe that had been hefted over her shoulder with wide eyes.

Missy set about arranging everything. "I is helping. Hold outs your arm. I is be chopping quickly."

Tibby held out his arm on the ground, and turned his face away as Missy brought the axe down. Blood spattered every where, and Tibby cried out in pain. His hand was on the floor. The shackle fell from his wrist. Tibby breathed harshly as blood spurted from his stumpy arm.

"Missy..." He whispered.

"I is helping, I is helping!" The two elves hurried to patch him up. Tibby could feel his magic strenghthening once more, and he knew everything would be alright.

"I've got to lay low while we make plans." Tibby winced as Missy sewed his skin together. "I have to get the others out too."

Missy spoke quietly. "There is being a big party here at the Manor in two weeks. Lots of guests are allowing Master and Mistress to borrow elves to help make preparations. We is freeing them too?" She sounded hopeful for the first time.

Tibby gave her a sharp nod. "Yes. As many as we can."

Tippy paused in her cleaning the study as she heard a song on the wizarding wireless. She recognized the voice instantly. It was Harry, singing This New Day. The other elves, who were also cleaning, stopped their work and listened. Tippy's thoughts were with her friend, and with were with Hogsmeade, the Forest, and the villagers.

"And that was Kit, singing This New Day!" The radio announcer said, making the other elves go back to their cleaning. "Kit here as asked to say just a few words for us. Kit?"

"Thank you. Yes, I'd like to say a few words- the song was dedicated to all of my friends out there, near and far. I just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of you always. We'll get together soon, I'm sure of it."

"...Alright, thanks Kit! Now, we've got another song here that's flying right up the charts, by Celestina Warbeck-"

Tippy drowned out the noises of the wireless, lost in thought. She missed Harry. She wanted to go back home.

"Tippy, why is you not cleaning?" One of the others asked her.

"I was just thinking about Kit." She said quietly. "Kit is being a good friend of mine."

The others gathered around her, facisnated. "Is Kit is beautiful as they say he is?"

"Yes, and more." Tippy said sadly. "I is wanting to go home. I is missing everyone."

One of the elves glanced to the closed study door. "I is hearing from my sister in the Cuthbert house that your Brother Tibby is making plans."

Tippy gasped. "Tibby? Is he alright?"

"I is supposing so." The elf shrugged, glancing back at the door. "My sister is saying there is big party. Lots of elveses will be there." The elf paused. "Some elveses are sneaking in." He whispered. "My sister is wanting us to go to party too."

"I want to go. I want to see Tibby." Tippy said, tossing her feather duster aside. "How is we getting there?"

Lots of stuff happening! Thanks for reading.