elf family oneshot Title: The family of elf
Couple: Harry / Draco
Rating: T
Warning: Slash
Note: All characters belong to JK Rowling. This little fanfic is written as an initiation into the world of HP. I hope you enjoy it. And please, if you see spelling errors would be ideal to make me your comments since the objective is to improve.
serve is our motto,
the master is our elixir of life,
and we will gladly exult pleasure
He was an elf, and was proud of it. The only goal of a house-elf is serving his master, and no obligation, not for pleasure but simply because it is his nature. Like mermaids need water to live, the elves need a master to serve, but it had its existence would be useless and baseless.
His ancestors served the Malfoy family for centuries. He could be pleased to know every little story, every little secret that there are in each of the walls of the mansion. The Malfoy Manor, breathtakingly beautiful located in Wiltshire, was one of the few mansions that despite a bloody and ruthless war could claim to remain standing. But despite this, I can not say that everything has returned to normal.
Their masters, who had suffered at home, who had been tortured and threatened many times, after the final battle were questioned and rejected by almost all the Wizarding community. But he did not understand. How could that be challenged? If he had seen the terror and horror that this family had suffered. If they had seen, as his mistress cried every nights in her bedroom, like his master Draco had nightmares and would wake up screaming in a cold sweat and tears, as his master Lucius was tortured by the Dark Lord for pleasure. If that was not enough punishment for a bad choice, I did not understand what could be.
trials take months. Meanwhile, the Aurors came and went when they wished. Many items were confiscated on the pretext that all were dark. These dark objects were ancient relics of the Malfoy family. Relics were valuable and highly prized, and unfortunately there were the heads of their ancestors. That night was very strong punishment, not to protect what was part of their history.
During those months, he witnessed the various moods that the family suffered. His love was always worried Narcisa, but his eyes could see the joy of having all your family together and save. The master Lucius was always tense, but when he looked at his son and thought nobody saw him relaxed and showed a warm glow in his eyes. And he could see how after years the masters were in agreement on one thing: to protect and care for your child. And I love Draco, within three, Master Draco was the most disagreed. He was always looked sad and thoughtful. In the evenings usually sat in one of the balconies of the mansion, and watched the sunset for hours until the arrival of dusk. And at night, watching the sway of the fire that was on the chimneys. Almost never showed emotion, and the elf knew I always had nightmares and their sobs drowned them in her bedroom pillow. Draco the master suffered, and suffered more than all that was gradually reflected on their health.
On the day of the trial could breathe the tension that was in the mansion. The three were escorted and carried by Aurors the Wizengamot. The elf waited for hours for their masters back because he was sure he would return. The magicians could not be so foolish as to condemn them to Azkaban, or worse, be sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss. The hours were never as eternal, and the elf was afraid. Was frightened by their masters and for him, because without their masters he'd be nothing. And when I thought that was about to faint, the three members of the Malfoy family appeared in the lobby. Lords, their masters , showed a big smile. Smile a little frightened at the elf, because I had never seen her smile like Lucius love, but deep down he felt something warm in her small stomach. But it's momentary happiness was marred when he saw the young Draco. This was paler than ever, and it was not part of the happiness that their parents felt.
Days were going slowly, and the elf was gradually becoming aware of how the family had left Malfoy acquitted of tremendous mess. And what happened was: Harry Potter . He had saved all three. Draco claimed that he was not guilty of anything, and it was all a plan between Snape and Dumbledore machining. He talked about how Mrs. Narcisa helped him in the forest, and how Mr. Malfoy as his son had been the victim of blackmail by the Dark Lord. The elf realized that in the latest Potter had lied, and did not understand why he did it. But while their masters were free and together any lie was well received.
Master Draco fell into bed. We no longer leave his room, the elf took care of him there. His parents were worried for him. So medimagos weeks were parading around the mansion. But the disease was unknown. And the sadness desesperacióny returned with force into the bowels of the mansion. Narcisa his mistress cried again, and his master Lucius drank liquor selected each time most. And in the midst of this storm, Harry Potter appeared.
Mr. Potter wanted to see the love Draco, he said, give something that was theirs. Lords reluctantly agreed and took him to the room of young Draco. If Mr. Potter was surprised that I had to go to bed and Draco, never showed.
Both were locked in that room for quite some time. And the elf breaking any action protocol, the spy for a few seconds. And what I saw, I froze the heart. Mr. Potter was embracing his love Draco, and he was left to console while crying on his shoulder. Never thought of him and exposed to another human being. During the war, never cried before his mother and less to his father. Always did it alone and in his room. But today, it seems everything had changed. Mr. Potter after it left. But he returned two days and gradually despuésy visits the mansion were more continuous. And I love Draco changes were also noticeable. He spoke again ate better and had a twinkle in his eyes before he was extinct.
So, little by little happiness was established in the mansion. The master Lucius reluctantly accepted Potter's visit provided to continue seeing his son in the same mood. And his love Narcisa, with the passage of time made a friendship with Mr. Potter. And now Mr. Draco was not looking hopelessly in the fire and no sunset. Now his eyes had a focus and this was Potter. The discussions they had were the most entertaining. And it was amazing as Mr. Potter fell in each of the traps that Draco handed him the master. But as the months moved forward Potter realized that now I understood every gesture, every hidden meaning behind words cold, and able to convey each of the eyes of love Draco. Sometimes, both had long moments of silence, but so significant. They looked like two people who had suffered, but now despite the pain at last they were reborn. Renaissance and recognizing that others could not see before. The silences for them was a way to cleanse the soul. But they always did together.
And after several months, I love Draco and Mr. Potter announced that the elf thing already saw it coming. Commitment. Narcisa his mistress was not surprised, because with his mother's intuition knew that this was written from the second time that Potter stepped on his home to visit Draco. But the master Lucius was not expecting it, and the first thing I asked when the news was a good bottle of liquor. And after looking carefully to your child is not opposed, but simply agreed to what his son called with those gray eyes. And the elf knew that , talvez era la más grande demostración de amor que su amo haría para con el señor Draco.
El Mundo Mágico colapsó al enterarse que el señor Potter se había comprometido con un hijo de un mortífago. Pero no muchos se atrevieron a hacerle frente. Y el elfo estaba seguro de que era por miedo. Después de otros varios meses más, volvió la calma al Mundo Mágico. Ahora, era común ver al señor Potter y al amo Malfoy por las calles. Nadie se sorprendía de verlos dialogar, de verlos sonreír and watch them argue. The master only smiled and Draco and Potter, and his smile was the same as it was when it was only a child, a smile without any worries or fears. The looks between them was more intimate. And maybe for them every touch was significant.
The elf is hiding in your little sanctuary, his small home near the kitchens. He Servião the Malfoy family and was proud of it. No matter that others do not notice it, no matter becomes one of the dozens of elves living in the mansion. The only important thing were his masters. To him they were his family, and now Potter would be part of it. He looked with nostalgia the small hole in the wall and promised to speak to Mr. Potter, and maybe just maybe very soon have to turn the heads of their ancestors in place.
End