Chapter 3: Potty the Elf

The Malfoy’s apparated to their mansion with Harry. Draco went with them. It was a weekend and the boy got permission to spend the two days with his family.

Once they were back home, Lucius ordered one of his house-elves to fetch Harry a pillowcase to wear. When the elf came back and handed the cheap, scratchy fabric to the black haired boy, Harry looked alarmed. Harry turned to Lucius.

“Could I at least get one a little longer?”

Lucius didn’t look at him. “You’re one of my house-elves, Potter, and that’s the customary pillowcase that I give to all my elves. There are no longer ones. Don’t forget, boy,” Lucius stared down at him like he was an insect. “You’re just a house-elf.”

Harry put the pillowcase on and immediately noticed that the material wasn’t long enough to fully cover his dick and balls. Harry blushed and used his hands to try and stretch the fabric. He noticed the younger Malfoy staring at him with gleaming eyes and a sadistic sneer.

“Don’t tear it,” Draco said. “That’s the only one you’ll be getting. Right, father?” Harry watched the man nod. “Father, I think we should give our new house-elf a name. It wouldn’t be proper to call him by a human name.”

“You’re right. Do you have any suggestions?”

“How about Potty?”

“That’s childish, Draco,” said Narcissa.

“No, I think it suits him,” Lucius defended. “Potty. Alright.”

Harry wanted to stare daggers at them, but thought better of it. The thought alone made him feel a little guilty. Was this really going to be his life? Was he going to be stepping on eggshells twenty-four seven to evade punishing himself? It was ridiculous.

Then the first real order came. “Potty,” Draco said, head held high, “go to the kitchen and make me a sandwich. Ham and cheese. Make it with honey glazed ham cut from the bone and seasoned with pepper. For the cheese, only melted baby Swiss will do. Don’t forget the tomatoes and pink radicchio lettuce. Season the tomatoes with Himalayan salt and pepper. Don’t forget the mayonnaise. Use it sparingly.”

Harry’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Narcissa spoke up. “I’d worry for your health, Draco. Do you really want to eat something that some filthy half-elf on its first day cooked up?”

Draco really, really did. The very thought of forcing the great Harry Potter to make him a sandwich made his cock twitch. “I suppose not.”

“You should just have your elf, Milly do it,” she looked away from her son. “Milly!”

Less than a second later, a small female house-elf apparated into the room. “What can Milly be doing for you masters?”

“Milly, my son wants a sandwich.”

Milly bowed and turned to Draco. “What kind of sandwich would Master Draco be fancying today?”

“Oh it doesn’t matter,” Draco said, bored now that Potter wasn’t going to be the one to do it. “Just ham and cheese.”

“Any special instructions, Master Draco? What type of ham is Master Draco be wanting? Cheese?”

“Doesn’t matter. Surprise me.”

While that was taking place, Lucius ordered Potter, or rather Potty, to dust around the house. “I want this house spotless. If I see even a speck of dust anywhere in my home, you will be begging for my forgiveness. Do you understand, Potty?”

Harry was used to such orders and threats from so many summers with the Dursley’s. “Yes, sir.”

“You will refer to me as Master Lucius, my wife as Mistress Narcissa, and my son as Master Draco from now on, understand?”

“Yes, Master Lucius.” Harry felt his cheeks burn with both embarrassment and hatred at having to call these people, who so obviously hated him, by such titles.

“You can grab a feather duster from the custodial closet. Call for Tatty if you have any questions.” Then the man left to do god-only-knows-what. Narcissa had also left the room. It was just Harry and Draco in the foyer now.

“What are you waiting for, Potty? Father gave you an order. Get to it.”

Harry hated the boy’s sneer. “Y-yes, Master Draco,” Harry got out, grudgingly.

Harry called for Tatty, who looked at him, then at Draco. “Does Master Draco have a guest?”

“No you worthless elf,” Draco said. “That’s our new house-elf, Potty.”

The elf looked at Harry. “You is being a house-elf, Potty? But you is looking—”

“Stop wasting time. Show him to the custodial closet so he can start his work.”

“Yes, Master Draco.” Then the elf turned to Harry again. “We is needing to apparate to the basement, Potty.”

“Um…I don’t know how to apparate yet.” Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco smile.

“You is not knowing—but—” The elf took a breath. “Is okay. But now we is needing to walk all the way down. We is needing to be quick or we be punished. Let’s go,” the elf quickly walked down the closest set of stairs with Harry following after. Draco stayed where he was.

When they reached the basement, Tatty gave him a quick tour. The custodial closet was actually a rather large room with every sort of cleaning supply you could imagine. Next to it was the linin closet, which contained every kind of fabric item from bed spreads to silk napkins. There were other similar closets for other things, which the elf showed him quickly. Then the elf showed Harry the basement kitchen. The Malfoy mansion has two kitchens. The basement kitchen is where the elves make most of the food. Milly was currently in there making a sandwich while the other elves were preparing extravagant dishes that would serve as the Malfoy’s dinner. Tatty told him that the Malfoy’s tended to have three to five course meals every night and it took hours of preparation.

Harry saw the house-elf Milly finish the sandwich, put it on a silver serving platter with a cover on top. Then the elf disapperated with the meal.

“Usually we being apparating meals on dinner table for masters, but since Master Draco only wanted a separate meal apart from breakfast, lunch, or dinner, meal is brought to him.”

“…okay,” Harry said. Would he be expected to work on fixing meals every day like the other house-elves? Harry knew how to cook after having to make food for the Dursley’s, but Harry didn’t think he could make anything too fancy like what would probably be expected of him here. “Do all the elves prepare the meals?”

“No. Tatty job is being mostly cleaning, not cooking. Some house-elves even have job of being personal elves for masters. Dottie is being Mistress Narcissa’s elf, for instance. Personal elves be doing everything they can for Master.”

Then Tatty showed Harry the rest of the basement. The house-elves had their own bathroom and living space down there. Tatty told him that house-elves weren’t permitted to use the other bathrooms in the house. Those were for humans. The house elf bathroom was large and unsegregated. Both male and female elves used the same bathroom. The floor and walls were an ugly gray tile. There were a row of urinals and another row of toilets. There were no stalls. Apparently the Malfoy’s didn’t care about the elves having privacy. Both the toilets and urinals were close to the ground as if they were made for small children. Harry thought that made sense since house-elves were short in stature, but Harry sighed at knowing the toilets would be uncomfortable for him.

There was another room at the end of the bathroom that was solely for taking showers. Tatty told him that every Monday and Thursday at 1:00 am sharp, all the elves took a ten minute shower. They were not permitted to take a shower at any other time, and if they missed it due to being too slow or in the middle of following an order, then they’d just have to wait till the next designated time and date.

Harry looked at the large space. He knew he’d have to duck down when he took his showers as, like the toilets and urinals, the showerheads were closer to the ground than he was used to. He noticed that for every two showerheads there was a bar of soap in a small basin attached to the tiled wall.

When they left the room, Tatty showed him the house-elf mess hall. “So when do we eat dinner?”

“We house-elves not be eating dinner. We only eat lunch. It was at 2:00 pm. You be missing it today so you must be waiting for tomorrow.”

“Wait, we only get one meal a day?” Harry couldn’t believe this.

“A house-elf’s body is not the same as humans’, Potty. We only need one meal a day and we be full.”

“But I’m not like you. I’m only a little-bit elf.”

“Then you is having hard time,” Tatty said a little sadly. “And not just with food. We is sleeping less time too.”

“How much less?”

“From after shower at 1:10 to 6:00 am.”

“Only five hours? That’s insane!” Harry put his hand over his mouth at his outburst. The other elves in the room had turned to stare at him. Well actually, they had already been staring. “Um, are there other house-elves here that are part human?”

Tatty looked shocked. “Of course not! Half-elves is being very rare. You is being only one here.” Then Tatty lowered his voice. “Tatty has seen others that serve other houses though, but none looked as human as you is looking. Others Tatty can tell right away that they part elf. You look very human.”

“POTTY!” Harry heard the voice of Draco Malfoy.

Harry turned around, but the boy wasn’t there. But it sounded so clear. “Tatty, did you hear—”

“POTTY!”

Harry realized the voice was coming from inside his head. What was going on?

“What is wrong, Potty?” Tatty asked.

“I hear a voice calling my name in my head.”

“That’s the Master! You must go!” Tatty forced a feather duster into Harry’s hand. “Go now. Hurry, run, or you is being punished!”

Harry ran up the stairs at the elf’s request. When he got up to the first floor, he saw Draco standing there, hands on his hips and tapping his foot impatiently. Harry was out of breath.

“What’s this, Potty? I’ve already finished my meal and you still haven’t started dusting? I always knew you were lazy, Potty, but to not follow an order…I’m going to have to punish you,” Harry saw that the blond was enjoying this. His smile was wide and made Harry fearful.

“Tatty was just giving me a tour of the basement. We were just finishing up…Master Draco.” Harry hated using the title. He’d much rather call the other boy a ferret. The second he thought that he began to feel the guilt.

“Oh, I didn’t know father’s orders were for you to get a tour.” Draco said sarcastically. “I believe he told you to clean.”

That sent even more guilt coursing through him. It was horrible. He needed to do something. Alleviate it, and quick. Harry pinched the back of his hand hard. It hurt, but a lot of the guilt went away.

“That’s not enough. I need to punish you personally, Potty.” Draco held out his wand. Harry shrunk away in fear. “Accio whip!” Harry saw a black leather whip make its way from the basement and into Draco’s waiting hand. “This is for punishing bad house-elves, Potty. I hope the two of you will be good friends.” Draco held the whip out. “Get on your knees and kiss it.”

Harry didn’t want to feel the guilt build up again. He was still feeling traces of it. He got down on his knees, scooted forward and leaned toward the intimidating leather.

“Go on,” Draco chided.

Harry sighed and kissed the leather whip in Draco’s hands.

“There. That wasn’t so hard. Now,” the boy said, coming to stand behind him. “Lift up your pillowcase, I’m going to give that disobedient ass of yours some nice red marks.

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