Letters - Year 1: A Post Potter Fan Fiction

Darian - September 28, 2014

September 28, 2014

Marian Blyth
Alderwood Academy
Room: Dragon Eating Princess

 

Heya Sis!

Wow, you’re a hardened criminal now! Father would be proud! Well he’d probably have a fit and ground you like the ruffian you are, but secretly he would be proud that you punched a girl. I wish I was there to see it!

Things are great over here. Classes are classes. Flitwick showed us a few charms, Slughorn taught us a few potions, the usual. I can’t wait to hear the stuff you’re learning!

My quest for world domination is taking another step. I’ve heard rumors from the seventh years that there was an act of defiance by one of the students in order to free the house elves of Hogwarts. Someone called it S.P.E.W, but no one can remember what it meant. Headmistress McGonagall was walking down the hall, and I mentioned it to Amelia loud enough to hear, and she gave me an odd look and walked even faster some unknown appointment.  

I wonder if I can recruit the Hogwart’s house elves to my cause. They are enslaved, and they need someone to free them!

Daisy said some of the Hufflepuffs have found their way to the kitchen by following a house elf who seemed rather inebriated. I acquired a pint of butterbeer from one of the fourth years and we all snuck out after lights out to look for this house elf.

It took us about an hour, and we saw her. She was dressed in rags and stumbling through the halls, yelling at the paintings. Amelia looked sad at the state of the house elf and walked up to her, putting her hand on it’s shoulder. She seemed to flinch at the touch, but turned around as if to see someone she knew. When she saw us, the hope in her eyes drained and she began to walk away muttering something about a young master and Dobby. She pulled away from Amelia and began walking the halls.

“She’s bombed.” Daisy said with a giggle. We all looked at her, none of us laughed. I looked down at the pint of butterbeer in my hand and I had to make a choice. If I gave it to her, she’d show me the kitchen and I could talk to the other elves. I knew it will get me to my goal, but I didn't want it to be thought of that I had to resort to playing on the lusts of an alcoholic house-elf to get my way.

“What should we do with her?” Snape asked. Lilly wasn’t able to keep from crying as the house elf tripped and fell right on her face. She lay there, motionless and began to sob. We all came around to her and knelt down, unsure of what to do. Amelia rubbed her back and Lilly held her hand and shushed her. Daisy just stood there and sighed.

“Mr. Blyth,” said a familiar and chilling voice. “You and your (ahem) generals are out past curfew, what is the meaning of this?”

The headmistress towered over us with a look of quiet rage. She doesn’t like rule breaking, I think she’s somewhat obsessive with it. With a flip of her wand, the bottle of butterbeer flew out of my hand into her’s. She looked at the house elf and to the bottle and then back to me.

“I... “ I didn’t know what to say.

“Twiggy!” She shouted in the air. A house elf popped next to us and saluted the Headmistress.

“Twiggy here to serve!” he said with a cheery tone. The Headmistress pointed to the elf, and Twiggy saw the state she was in. His cheery demeanor melted to that of serious concern. He picked her up and whispered encouragements to her and popped out of existence. She looked at us and crooked a finger. We knew what it meant, and we followed her to a giant gargoyle statue.

“Catnip,” she said and it opened to reveal a spiral staircase. The five of us glumly walked up to our doom.

Her office was well manicured and orderly. It was covered in paintings of past heads of hogwarts and was quite spacious and impressive.