Harry Potter: Reborn as Draco Black Chapter 5 5 — Arrival

The remainder of the journey to Hogwarts passed quietly enough. Hermione sat in silence, and Daphne likewise left to my thoughts. I wasn't lost in thought for long, though. I soon pulled out one of my textbooks and settled in to study. Hermione tried to peer over my shoulder a couple of tis, but unable to make sense of what she saw, she left in peace.

The only interruption ca near the end of the journey, when we had to step out of the compartnt so the girls could change. They stood in the corridor while I quickly pulled on my robes. Then we watched the landscape outside begin to slow.

It was already late evening when the train pulled into Hogsade station.

"Wait..."

I stopped Hermione, who had been about to dash out of the compartnt.

"What?"

"Right now, out there..."

I nodded toward the door, behind which noise and commotion were already building.

"...there's a whole crowd of children who'll trample you without even noticing. So I suggest we wait a couple of minutes before going out."

"Er... all right..."

She nodded and sat back down, though it was plain to see she was practically bursting with impatience, desperate to get out of the compartnt and reach Hogwarts as quickly as possible.

"Impatient?"

"Mm-hmm..."

She shot a quick glance and nodded.

"Not to worry. Just two more minutes and we can go."

"Mm-hmm..."

She nodded again.

When the noise beyond the door had finally settled, I opened it at last, and our small group made its way out of the carriage. Before helping the girls down, I cast a variant of Lumos that hovered above . Once everything was illuminated, I offered my hand first to Daphne, then to Hermione, who took it, clearly embarrassed, and climbed down from the carriage.

"Doesn't that feel strange to you?"

She turned to Daphne. My faithful attendant gave a small shrug.

"I am my lord's attendant, and he has good manners. What he's doing is simply common courtesy, so I see no reason to feel embarrassed."

"I ... I see ..."

It was perfectly clear from Hermione's voice that she didn't see it that way at all, but she decided not to press the issue.

anwhile, several students from old wizarding families had also conjured floating lights above their heads, so the area outside beca considerably brighter.

"Hmph..."

"What?"

Hermione looked at Daphne, whose small sound had carried a faint edge of contempt.

"Purebloods..."

The sa light contempt remained in Daphne's voice.

"...they didn't even rember they were wizards until they saw my lord light his. They'd grown too used to their house-elves doing everything for them back in their manors."

"House-elves?"

Hermione caught the unfamiliar term.

"Magical servants."

Daphne clearly considered this a perfectly sufficient explanation. I did not agree.

"Not so much servants as parasites, really... A long ti ago, nearly five hundred years ago, they were pests, and they were covered in Defense Against the Dark Arts, or whatever its equivalent was at the ti. Students learned thods of driving them off and destroying them. But later, a Magizoologist conducted a series of experints on these creatures, as a result of which the creatures gained sentience. It was decided not to exterminate them but to put them to use. They need magic to survive, you see, so wizards provide them with magical energy and a place to live, and in exchange they carry out all the household work."

"But that's... slavery..."

Hermione stared at in shock.

"Not at all..."

I shook my head.

"...let think of a comparison... Hmm... For instance, have your parents ever taken in a holess person?"

"Sorry?"

Hermione looked stunned by the question.

"Well, the example is a little exaggerated, I'll admit, but broadly speaking..."

I shrugged, as if to say it was the best I had.

"...I imagine it would not be beyond them to take in a holess person and share their food, so why don't they?"

"Well..."

Hermione had no answer to that.

In most cases the answer is actually quite simple. On the one hand, they simply don't think about it, and on the other, they are concerned for your safety. An outsider with no ties to the family is a potential danger to that family.

"Is everyone here?!"

Hagrid's shout cut off.

"Harry! Harry, are you there?!"

One of the first-years pushed through to the half-giant, but I cared very little about that, so I quickly turned my attention back to Hermione.

"So, for the wizarding world, house-elves are rather like holess creatures with peculiar magic. Not everyone would be willing to take them in, especially since without firm oversight they can begin to multiply, and very quickly a house's ancient magic is no longer sufficient to sustain them all, at which point they will turn on the wizards themselves. That is why, almost imdiately after their creation, certain rituals were perford on house-elves, binding them to seek service contracts with wizards. They serve by performing dostic work, and in exchange wizards share magical energy with them, which they need to survive. Though I will say..."

I winced slightly.

"What?"

Hermi looked at in surprise.

"There are certain irresponsible wizards who, in a manner of speaking, starve their house-elves, and when that happens, the house-elves begin to hurt themselves."

"Hurt themselves?!"

Hermione was visibly horrified.

"Yes. But there is actually a straightforward reason for it."

"There is a reason for this?!"

"Yes, there is. When they're injured, magic is automatically drawn from their master, and slightly more than needed for healing is pulled in. So particularly cunning house-elves even inflict small injuries on themselves, even when they already have plenty of work."

"But... that's awful!"

"It is awful."

I nodded in agreent.

"But it exists. It is..."

I glanced thoughtfully at Hermi.

"Not exactly commonplace, but it does happen. In any case, don't dwell on it. To sum up: house-elves are contracted workers who receive paynt in the form of magic. And among them there are particularly clever ones who extract extra magic through injuries they inflict on themselves."

"Er..."

"And yes, you would do better to read about it in the library, where it is all laid out in considerably more detail and with examples. Draw your conclusions after that."

"All right."

She nodded.

"Everyone into the boats!"

Hagrid's voice rose over the chattering crowd of children following at his heels.

"Four to a boat! No more!"

I guided the girls to one of the boats and helped them in, then climbed in myself. As luck would have it, we ended up going last, and no fourth passenger ended up in our boat.

"Everyone duck!"

"We bow, as a junior bows to a senior, to one wiser, to one ready to take you under their wing."

Hermi looked at in surprise but apparently did as I said. It was not strictly required.

"What's that for?"

Her quiet voice made smile.

"It is one of the old legends. There is no proof of it, but one of my ancestors wrote in his journals that when Hogwarts was built, a great many rituals were perford on it, which is true; no one has yet managed to untangle all the magic layered into that old castle. But my ancestor wrote that a respectful bow before one's enrollnt allowed you to count on the castle's assistance, since the countless rituals within it had created sothing like a rudintary consciousness."

By then the small boats had drawn up to the far bank, and we were led inside the castle.

"Professor McGonagall, I've brought the first-years."

"Thank you, Hagrid..."

"Trevor!"

A slightly round-faced boy threw himself at the professor's feet and scooped up so creature that had been sitting by her shoes.

"Ahem... Very well. I shall now lead you to a room where you will wait to be called for your Sorting."

The Deputy Headmistress's voice carried over the children, settling them into silence.

"There you will wait until you are called into the Great Hall, where the Sorting will take place."

And indeed we were led into a small antechamber and left to our own devices.

"Harry, whatever you do, don't talk to that blond one! He's a Death Eater!"

I barely let the wince show, but ignoring this was no longer an option.

"Red hair and freckles..."

I shook my head slowly.

"...you failed to get a rise out of on the train, so you decided to try again here? Well? Why have you gone quiet? Though if you were to offer an apology right now, I would be willing to overlook the fact that your tongue runs away with you..."

"Oh, right! As if! Everyone knows your whole family served You-Know-Who!"

"Oh?"

I tilted my head to one side.

"So you are accusing our esteed Ministry of..."

I made a show of pondering this.

"...actually, what exactly are you accusing them of? Every mber of my family who was accused of such a thing stood trial and proved their innocence. And I am still offering you the chance to avoid consequences: all it takes is a simple apology."

"Not a chance! You're a Death Eater's brat!"

I had been moving toward Weasley slowly and without seeming nacing throughout my last few words, so that when he scread this into my face his spit landed on . I did not care. Without winding up, I punched him in the stomach, releasing a small burst of magic into the blow, and he doubled over imdiately and began to retch.

Harry moved to intervene, but two girls who appeared to be Indian each caught one of his arms. My foot found the back of Weasley's head and pressed it down into his own vomit.

"Weasley. I am the only man in this family, and I will tear out anyone's throat for insulting my mother, or for insulting my late father. So I am warning you once, and only once: if you say anything against my family again, I will not stop at a single punch. I will challenge you to a wizarding duel and I will put you in the hospital wing for a month."

I lifted my foot from the back of his head and let him rise, then kicked him in the shoulder with another small release of magic that knocked him flat on his back.

The feeling in my chest was unpleasant. I had beaten a child, but I also understood perfectly well that remarks of that kind, made publicly, could not be left unanswered.

"And you, Potter..."

"...if you are going to keep a friend, keep him from running his mouth. I am an understanding and fairly restrained person, but any older student your friend decides to insult with that tongue of his will curse him so thoroughly it will take St. Mungo's to sort it out."

Harry gave a slow nod.

"Good. One more thing..."

I had already turned away, but I looked back at Potter.

"...make sure your friend does not lie about how this happened. I don't particularly care for my own sake, but if soone decides to take his side, I would like those people to understand exactly what the quarrel was about."

"All right..."

He nodded again, and I returned to Daphne and Hermi.

"My lord, one mont..."

Daphne drew her wand quickly and cast cleaning charms on my shoes and trousers, then slid her wand back into its holster.

"There. Done."

"Thank you..."

In the midst of all this, we had rather missed the arrival of the ghosts.

"Well... I do hope you, young man..."

Nearly Headless Nick hovered over Weasley.

"...do not end up in my House. We are brave and headstrong, yes, but we do not tolerate insults to your own family or anyone else's."

He shook his head, causing it to separate from his neck and hang by the strip of skin that a long-ago axe had failed to sever cleanly.

"Young man, I hope you do not end up in my House..."

The Bloody Baron, the ghost of Slytherin, drifted to a halt above .

"To be honest, though, I had considered your House, as it was the House my ancestors attended, but I found myself more drawn to the House of the esteed Helena."

I gave a nod to the ghost of the girl hovering slightly apart from the main cluster of students, and she noticed and responded with a light curtsy.

"Very good..."

He nodded with approval. Weasley, anwhile, was trembling at Nick's words. He evidently could not conceive of ending up anywhere else, and now that was precisely all he would be able to think about. Well. Perhaps fate would spare him, though it seed unlikely, given the state he was in.

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