The house elf problem

Harry is having his fifth Birthday, For the remembrance,

His uncle Vernon Dursley, tied him to the stair way banister. The child was whipped with in an inch of his life.

Bloody And Passed out the little boy is thrown in his cupboard under the stairs and locked in. The Child is a wizard, Harry Potter savior of the wizarding world.

The Potter family home has stood mostly vacant these last 4 years. Its owners Having been murdered in a small Cottage in Godrics hollow not more than a kilometer away.

The house elves have kept it spotlessly clean waiting for the last living Potter to come home. Jenny Had been Little Harry's Personal House elf, she was bonded with him. She went out every day to find him. But some thing blocked her from him. This night was different, he was hurt badly and almost dieing. The little elf could feel it. For the first time in four years she could feel him. She knew she could find him. She concentrated on that feeling and pop.

There he was her master bleeding broken and dieing. She wanted to cry but this was not the time. She tried to pop him home. But he wouldn't budge. Wards, the wards inhibited magic and she was tied to his magic, and it was waining. She would wait until the muggles were gone and get him past the wards. Once home she could help Him.

She held his small hand and sent up an old elven prayer for help.

A high elf heard her plea, and popped to her. The three were Very cramped in the small space. The high elf Saw the problem And took him to Potter manor as the little elf asked. Over the next three days Harry was out, The elves worked day and night to heal him. The high elf worked along side the house elves. Harry finally started to stir. Opened his green eyes, and thought he was in big trouble.

He was in the softest bed he had ever seen and it was so big. A man with pointy ears an funny skin color sat on the edge of the bed beside him. Trying not to be noticed. Harry jammed his eyes shut. The elf wasn't fooled.

"Come now Harry open your eyes." the elves voice said.

Harry just said. "Who is Harry, they call me freak." it was said in the smallest voice harry could make. The elf looked at Harry, " Harry, I don't know who told you that but your name is Harry James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lilly Evans Potter. Two very fine people who gave their Lives out of love to save You." That can't be...My parents were Drunks that died in a car crash...Thats where I got this!" pointing at the lightning bolt scar on his forhead. "Well How do you feel right now little one." The elf asked

Harry replied, "Okay I guess" The Elf took his hand. "Lets see if you can walk." Harry said "OKAY, but I need my glasses.! I bang into things with out them."

The elf looked at him Raised his hand to Harry's face. "Be very still little one while I fix your eyes." The elf's Hand glowed a pain shot through the elf's hand.

"A HORCRUX.! The elf lowered his hand it was burnt as if put in a fire and held there. "Harry my Little friend, yes you really are Harry. We need to get you to the Goblins."The elf asked ." Can you walk holding my hand?"

Harry looked at the elf's hand. "I won't hurt you again will I...I'm sorry I did that." Harry said looking at his shoes.

Jenny the house elf popped in with a breakfast tray, with more food than Harry could possibly eat. "Master Harry isn't going anywhere until he eats, he has been out for for days." She put the tray over his lap with one stern word. "EAT!" "This...this is all for me?" Harry said. Jenny looked at him. "Youse is much to thin, master must eat, much as youse can, Then the big one can get youse fixed up!"

So harry, ate, Not as much as Jenny would have liked but he was full for the first time he could remember.