School is terrible. You suck at magic, and potions are horribly difficult to make. You don't understand why you can't just go to Hogwarts, but surely mother is being unreasonable.
Walking up the stairs and turning in the hallway leading to your room, you hear a few noises through your door. Should I open it? You wonder, afraid of the outcome. You decide to open it anyway.
You hear a scream
YOU ARE READING
the arms of an angel
Fanfictionyou walk into your room one day to see a small house elf. but what are these feelings...?
