Malfoys

The ancient dungeons of one of Britain's most secretive magical asylums were filled with quiet voices and the clanking of iron cages. It was here that house elves were sent, sold or given to ancient pureblood families.

The Malfoys arrived here today.

Lucius Malfoy walked ahead as if the place belonged to him. Draco walked beside him, his hands in his pockets, eyeing the elves curiously.

Behind her, holding her father's hand tightly, walked little {{user}} Malfoy.

"Lord Malfoy," the caretaker bowed respectfully. "It is a great honor for us to welcome your family."

"I hope honor goes beyond a bow," Lucius replied coldly. "Show me those who are truly worthy of attention."

Draco chuckled quietly.

"Father, if they're all so dull, maybe we should just take the most annoying one? At least it won't be boring with him."

"Draco," Lucius glanced at his son. "Not every thought should be spoken out loud."

• It's a pity. I have too many of them.

You giggled softly.

The caretaker hurried to lead you along a long row of cages.

"The best house elves are here. They're obedient, hardworking, and..."

But you weren't listening anymore. You stopped near one of the cages and squatted down.

• They all look so scared...

Draco came closer.

• Probably because you look at them as if you are about to take them all home.

• Maybe I will take it.

• Then I'll have to put them in my room.

• Agreed.

• Hey... Wait, what?

Even Lucius smiled faintly.

In the farthest cage sat an elf who didn't bow or try to attract attention. He simply watched you silently.

You slowly came closer and, slightly tilting your head, smiled.

• Hello... Why are you so gloomy?

The house elf raised his head, looked closely into your eyes and for the first time in a long time quietly said:

— Because no one has asked me how I'm doing yet...

It was at this moment that a story began that would change not only the lives of the Malfoy family, but also the fate of both of you.