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Hello! My name is Mel. My main blog is @melbellelove.

I mostly write Jily/Marauder era fics but I dabble in most eras of Harry Potter. My favorite characters are Harry, Neville, Remus, and Sirius. I also sometimes make moodboards, write meta, and promote the House Elf Hotties initiative

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You know what is one canon fact that no one talks about but is really intersting?

The fact that Voldemort was never hiding in Albania but was hiding as Tom the bartender, but no one knows it's him because 1) no one knows Voldemort's real name is Tom, and 2) he's wearing a bad wig and a pair of sunglasses the whole time

House Elf Appreciation Day 2

Written for @jilymicrofics Prompt: Creature Word Count: 582

All house-elves were supposed to perform their work unseen by the wizarding population. It was no easy task in a castle filled with hundreds of people wandering its corridors at all hours, which was why most house-elves did their work at night.

The arrangement had given many wizards the mistaken impression that house-elves were nocturnal creatures. They were not. Night simply offered the greatest opportunity to work without being observed.

Wipple was particularly skilled at navigating Hogwarts' maze of tunnels, secret passages, and hidden shortcuts. As a result, whenever the Office of House-Elf Relocation assigned a new elf to the school, it was Wipple's responsibility to guide them through the castle and teach them how to move about unnoticed.

It also meant that Wipple witnessed far more than most elves.

He saw students sneaking from their dormitories after curfew. He observed clandestine meetings, illicit study sessions, secret duels, and romantic rendezvous. He overheard whispered gossip, dramatic confessions, and elaborate schemes shared by students who assumed no one was listening.

The students rarely noticed him. It gave Wipple a great advantage in observing and learning about wizard behavior, studying the species up close without them knowing.

"Hello, Wipple."

Wipple looked up to find Mr. Potter stepping into the passageway ahead. Unfortunately, Mr. Potter was not most students.

Wipple had long ago abandoned any attempt to hide from Potter and his friends during his nightly rounds. If he stopped to conceal himself every time one of them appeared, he would never accomplish any work. They seemed to spend almost as much time wandering the castle after curfew as they did attending classes.

"That's a rather large pile of laundry you've got there," Potter said, eyeing the stack balanced in Wipple's arms. "Need a hand taking it to the wash?"

"No, Mr. Potter," Wipple replied. "Wipple can manage."

"Of course you can," Potter said cheerfully. "But I'm happy to help if you need it."

As always, Wipple found himself unsure how to respond.

Mr. Potter was not like the other pure-blood students Wipple had encountered during his years at Hogwarts. Most barely acknowledged the existence of house-elves. Some ignored them entirely. A few shouted at them. Others treated them like pieces of furniture that happened to move on their own.

Potter, meanwhile, greeted elves by name. He asked how they were doing. He thanked them for their work. He spoke to them as though they were people.

Wipple did not know what to make of it.

Surely Potter understood the natural order of things. Every wizard child learned that house-elves existed to serve wizarding families. Yet Potter behaved as though that distinction did not matter.

At times, Wipple wondered whether Potter was playing some elaborate joke that only he understood.

Yet if it was mockery, it was a remarkably committed one.

Potter had somehow convinced Mr. Black—who was far more distant with the elves than Potter himself—to learn the names of every elf they encountered. On one memorable occasion, the pair had personally escorted a frightened young elf, newly assigned to Hogwarts, all the way back to the house-elf quarters after she became lost.

How they had discovered where the elves lived remained a mystery that continued to trouble Wipple. Most wizards never gave a single thought to where house-elves went when they were not serving meals or cleaning rooms.

Potter had apparently investigated.

Yes, Wipple decided as he watched the young wizard disappear down the corridor.

Mr. Potter was a very strange creature indeed.

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Office of House-Elf Relocation

Office of House-Elf Relocation not House-Elf Liaison office. No Department of House-Elf Relations, and no equivalent agency dedicated to understanding, advocating for, or negotiating with house-elves as a people. Instead, there is an office whose purpose is to relocate them from one wizarding household to another.

House-elves are treated less as a sentient race and more as inherited property to be redistributed when ownership changes hands. Their unique and powerful magic is not celebrated as a cultural achievement or protected as a racial characteristic. It is simply exploited for the benefit of witches and wizards.

Compare this to the Ministry's treatment of other magical beings. Goblins, despite centuries of conflict with wizarding society, have enough recognized autonomy that wizards learn Gobbledegook and maintain formal channels of communication. Centaurs, merpeople, and other intelligent magical races are acknowledged as peoples with their own cultures and interests, even when those relationships are strained. They even have their territory and lands respected and regulated.

There is no comparable effort for house-elves. No ambassadors. No cultural outreach. No expectation that witches and wizards learn the house-elf language or understand house-elf society. The relationship is entirely one-sided: wizards issue commands, and house-elves obey.

Werewolves endure some of the most severe discrimination in magical Britain, to the point that their classification as "beings" rather than "beasts" has historically been debated. Yet the Ministry still maintains support services and legislation specifically addressing their circumstances. The system acknowledges that werewolves have needs, rights, and problems of their own, even if it frequently fails to address them adequately.

House-elves receive no such consideration. The Ministry does not concern itself with their welfare because the institution assumes they have no independent interests worth protecting. The only "service" associated with house-elves is the unpaid labor they provide to others. When a master dies, the government's concern is not whether the elf wishes to be free but where the elf should be sent next. Their future is treated as a question of reassignment, not self-determination.

The result is a system of perpetual, state-sanctioned servitude. House-elves are denied freedom not merely by individual families but by the legal and bureaucratic structures of magical Britain itself. The Ministry does not challenge the institution of house-elf slavery; it administers it.

And yet, Harry still gets to be the hero when he demands a house-elf makes him a sandwich at the end of his story.

The boy who spent seven books challenging oppressive institutions grows into an adult who accepts their continued existence, casually summoning a house-elf to make him a sandwich. The story asks readers to celebrate the defeat of Voldemort while largely ignoring one of the most pervasive and normalized forms of oppression in the wizarding world.

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