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Magical Marvel: The Rise of Arthur Hayes : Ch. 61
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 19:26:48 +0000 UTCChapter 61: Winky
Arthur slipped away from the chaos at the Quidditch pitch, leaving behind the Ministry officials clustered around a traumatized Harry Potter. While Voldemort's return threw the wizarding world into turmoil, Arthur had other priorities.
He descended the stone steps to the basement, passing several portraits that whispered urgently to each other in his wake. Instead of turning toward the Slytherin dormitories, he headed for a large painting of a bowl of fruit. With practiced ease, Arthur reached up and tickled the pear. It giggled softly before transforming into a doorknob.
The Hogwarts kitchen enveloped him in warmth and delicious aromas. Four long tables—mirrors of those in the Great Hall above—dominated the space. House elves scurried among enormous copper pots and roaring ovens, their organized chaos a stark contrast to the pandemonium upstairs.
A small elf with bat-like ears spotted him and hurried over, wiping flour-covered hands on a pristine tea towel.
"Master Hayes!" The head kitchen elf executed a perfect bow. "What brings you to kitchens tonight? Tournament is over, yes? Did Master Hayes win?"
"No, Nippy," Arthur replied with a wry smile. "Victory wasn't in the cards tonight. There've been... complications."
Nippy tilted his head curiously, but didn't press for details. "Would Master Hayes like something to eat? We have shepherd's pie left from dinner. Or perhaps treacle tart? Just finished baking!"
Arthur had frequented the kitchens during his years at Hogwarts—sometimes for midnight snacks, other times to avoid everyone when he was in no mood to handle their looks or judgements. The elves always welcomed him with the same enthusiastic hospitality.
"Not hungry tonight." Arthur glanced around the bustling kitchen. "I'm looking for Winky. Is she here?"
"Yes, sir." Nippy wrung his hands. "We tries to help, but she refuses. Says she is disgraced elf. Nothing we say makes difference."
"Could you take me to her?"
Nippy hesitated, ears drooping slightly. "Master Hayes sure he wants to see? Winky not in good state for visitors."
"I'm sure."
"Very well. Follow Nippy, please."
The head elf led Arthur through the bustling kitchen, past elves polishing silverware and preparing tomorrow's breakfast. In a far corner, near a small fireplace, two figures sat partially hidden behind a stack of cauldrons.
Dobby, wearing what appeared to be a child's soccer uniform with mismatched socks, was attempting to wrest a bottle from the grip of a second elf. Winky looked terrible—her pillowcase uniform stained and grimy, her large eyes bloodshot.
"Winky must not drink more!" Dobby pleaded. "Dobby is telling Winky this is not good for elveses!"
"Leave Winky alone!" she slurred, clutching the butterbeer possessively. "Winky is disgraced elf. Winky deserves nothing better."
Arthur had observed this same scene during previous kitchen visits throughout the year but had never interfered. The time had not been right.
"Winky," Nippy announced, "a wizard is wanting to speak with you."
The female elf looked up, swaying slightly. "Who wants to talk with worthless Winky?"
"I do," Arthur said, stepping forward.
"What does wizard want with Winky?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Winky knows you. Winky sees you before, coming for midnight snacks."
Arthur crouched down to her eye level, his voice matter-of-fact. "I want you to be my house elf."
The butterbeer bottle slipped from Winky's fingers, clattering on the stone floor. Dobby froze mid-reach, his tennis ball-sized eyes widening further.
"You... wants Winky?" Her large eyes filled with confusion. "But Winky is bad elf. Winky failed her masters. Winky cannot—"
"You haven't failed anyone," Arthur interrupted. "I know your situation, Winky. You did your best."
"No!" She began hitting herself on the head. "Winky cannot be proper elf anymore! Winky let Master Barty escape. Let him do bad things."
She struck herself harder. "Winky is bad again! She told master's secret to wizard! Winky is disgrace!"
"Stop that." Arthur caught her tiny wrist. "What happened with the Crouches doesn't matter anymore. Have you heard what happened at the school tonight?"
The kitchen quieted as nearby elves paused their work, ears perking up. Even in their isolated domain, they'd sensed something amiss.
"What is happening, sir?" Nippy asked, wringing his tea towel anxiously.
"A lot." Arthur released Winky's wrist. "Professor Moody wasn't really Moody at all. He was an impostor using Polyjuice Potion, interfering with the Triwizard Tournament to send Harry Potter to Voldemort."
The elves flinched collectively at the name.
"Is Harry Potter safe?" Dobby jumped up, nearly knocking over a cauldron in his distress.
"He's returned alive," Arthur confirmed. "But Voldemort is back. Dark days are coming for the wizarding world."
A heavy silence settled over the kitchen.
"How does this matter to Winky?" The female elf hiccupped again.
"It matters a great deal." Arthur leaned closer. "The impostor Moody—I fought and subdued him tonight. When I brought him back, his disguise wore off. Winky, it was Barty Crouch Junior."
Winky's bloodshot eyes cleared instantly. "Master Barty? At Hogwarts?" She scrambled to her feet. "Where is he? Winky must help—"
"You can't," Arthur said quietly. "Minister Fudge brought a Dementor to the school. It performed the Kiss before anyone could intervene."
Winky swayed dangerously. "No... not the Kiss..."
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto her stool. "Worse than death. Poor Master Barty... soul gone forever..."
"There's more," Arthur continued. "During our battle, Barty confessed something. He said he killed his father weeks ago."
This was a lie—Barty had made no such confession to Arthur—but there were no witnesses to contradict him.
"NO!" Winky's denial echoed through the kitchen. "Master would never—"
"He did," Arthur said firmly. "Barty Crouch Senior is dead. His son is worse than dead. The Crouch family is gone, Winky."
The dam broke. Winky collapsed into hysterical sobs, her tiny body convulsing with grief. Arthur simply waited, allowing her to process the brutal finality of her former family's fate.
Eventually, her wails subsided to hiccupping sobs.
"Why?" she asked, looking up at Arthur with swollen eyes. "Why would wizard want Winky when Winky could not protect her masters?"
Arthur sat cross-legged on the floor beside her. "I know you did your best. It wasn't your fault." He met her gaze directly. "The truth is, I've always wanted a house elf, but now I need one more than ever."
"What happened, Hayes Wizard?" Nippy asked, ears perked with curiosity.
"I had an adventure recently," Arthur explained, choosing his words carefully. "As a result, I can't use my magic for some time. Life will be difficult without it, so I need someone I can trust to help me."
Winky wiped her nose on her pillowcase. "You want someone you can trust? Then Winky is bad choice. Winky cannot follow orders properly. Winky fails."
"I believe in you," Arthur said simply. "You are a good elf, Winky.”
"How many peoples in Hayes family?" Winky asked suspiciously.
"Currently just me. But if you joined, you'd be the second member." Arthur's lips quirked upward. "Hopefully we'll grow from there."
"Second... member?" Winky blinked in confusion.
"Family," Arthur clarified. "Not servant. Family."
The concept seemed to short-circuit something in Winky's understanding of the world. Being considered family rather than property was both alien and strangely touching to the small creature.
Dobby bounced on his toes excitedly. "Winky should accept! Master Hayes is good wizard! Harry Potter himself said so!"
"High praise indeed," Arthur muttered dryly.
"But Winky failed—" she began again.
"The past is past," Arthur interrupted firmly. "Everyone makes mistakes—I've made plenty myself. That's how we learn and improve."
Dobby turned to Winky, eyes earnest. "Winky deserves good home. Good family. Better than butterbeer and crying."
Dobby knelt beside Winky, his mismatched eyes earnest. "Winky deserves good home. Good family. Better than butterbeer and crying."
Nippy stepped forward as well. "Wizard Hayes is good, Winky. All these years, he treats kitchen elves with respect. Never demands, always asks. He will treat you well."
Winky looked between them, indecision etched in her features. Finally, she took a shuddering breath and straightened her shoulders.
"Winky will try," she said, her voice steadier than it had been all evening. "Winky will be Hayes elf."
Dobby clapped his hands together. "Wonderful! Dobby is so happy for Winky!"
Several kitchen elves nodded approvingly.
"Do you know the bonding ritual?" Arthur asked.
Winky straightened, dignity temporarily overcoming her disheveled state. "Of course. All elveses know bonding magic. Is first thing we learn."
Arthur nodded and extended his hand. "Then let's proceed."
The kitchen grew quiet as Winky placed her tiny hand in Arthur's. House elves throughout the kitchen stopped to watch, sensing the significance of the moment.
Arthur knew house elves didn't possess their own magic—they channeled it from their bonded wizards or magical dwellings. Arthur did not know why this was so. Maybe they were cursed by some powerful being many years ago.
"I, Arthur Hayes, accept Winky into my household and family," he stated formally.
"Winky accepts service to House of Hayes," the elf responded, her voice gaining strength with each word.
A soft golden glow emanated from their joined hands, spreading to encompass Winky entirely. Arthur sighed with relief. His inability in using magic did not stop this.
The golden glow was standard procedure but then something changed that left everyone speechless.
The golden glow intensified, interwoven with threads of deep blue and cosmic purple—the same colors Arthur had seen in his transformed magical core. Winky rose several inches off the ground, suspended in the cocoon of light.
Her appearance began to change before their eyes. The alcoholic flush vanished from her cheeks. Her bloodshot eyes cleared. Her stooped posture straightened as new vitality flowed visibly into her small frame.
But the transformation didn't stop there. Her features subtly shifted—not enough to make her unrecognizable as a house elf, but noticeable nonetheless. Her ears became less bat-like, her nose refined slightly, and her previously gaunt frame filled out with healthy muscle.
When the light finally faded, Winky looked like a different elf—clean, alert, and somehow more defined, as if she'd stepped from a blurry photograph into sharp focus.
"Merlin's beard," Nippy whispered, breaking the stunned silence.
Winky examined her hands in wonder. "Winky feels... strange." She snapped her fingers experimentally, and a nearby stack of plates floated effortlessly into a cupboard. Her eyes widened. "Magic is stronger! Much stronger!"
She began testing her abilities, performing increasingly complex charms with obvious delight. Pots scrubbed themselves, ingredients sorted themselves, and a small orb of light hovered above her palm, shifting through rainbow colors.
The other elves watched with expressions ranging from awe to obvious envy.
"What happened?" Arthur murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Was this because of his strength or altered magical core? Would the same happen if Dumbledore bonded with an elf? Questions with no easy way to test—but since the outcome seemed beneficial, perhaps it wasn't worth worrying about.
Dobby approached Arthur and bowed deeply. "Dobby has never seen such bonding. Master Hayes must be very powerful wizard. Please take good care of Winky."
"I think Winky might be taking care of me," Arthur replied, watching as his new elf continued experimenting with her enhanced abilities.
He beckoned Dobby to step aside with him. "Dobby, have you thought about bonding with Harry Potter?"
The small elf's ears quivered. "Harry Potter?" His voice dropped to a reverent whisper. "Dobby would be honored, but Harry Potter believes in freedom for elves. He would not want to own Dobby."
"Harry doesn't understand the wizarding world yet," Arthur explained. "He doesn't realize that house elves need magical bonds to survive.That bonding does not mean slavery. It is symbiotic."
Dobby twisted the hem of his mismatched shirt. "This is true."
"You should explain it to him," Arthur suggested. "Tell him how the bond works, and why elves need it. He might understand if you frame it properly."
"Perhaps..." Dobby seemed uncertain.
"Think about his summers with his relatives," Arthur pressed. "You've seen how they treat him, haven't you?"
Dobby's expression darkened. "They are terrible to Harry Potter. Lock him up. Don't feed him properly."
"And if Harry had someone to bring him food? To watch over him?"
Something hardened in Dobby's eyes. "Harry Potter will not go hungry again. Dobby will make sure."
"Just talk to him," Arthur advised. "After the term ends, when he's facing another summer with the Dursleys."
Dobby nodded decisively. "Dobby will try."
Arthur returned to Winky, who was now standing straighter than he'd ever seen her, a newfound dignity in her bearing.
"Winky, for now, you can stay in the kitchen," he said. "Help if you wish. I'll call if I need you, and at term's end, we'll go to our new home."
"Yes, Master Hayes." She gave a small, dignified bow. "Winky will be ready."
"And thank your friends here," Arthur added. "They cared for you during a difficult time."
Winky turned to the assembled elves and bowed deeply. "Winky is grateful to everyone. Winky will help until Master calls."
With a final nod to Nippy, Arthur headed for the exit. As the portrait swung shut behind him, he couldn't suppress a satisfied smile.
House elves were notoriously difficult to acquire in the wizarding world. Arthur had been waiting for this opportunity for many years, and the timing couldn't have been better. Without his magic, the coming months would have been challenging indeed.
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Hurl3z
Dobby turned to Winky, eyes earnest. "Winky deserves good home. Good family. Better than butterbeer and crying." Dobby knelt beside Winky, his mismatched eyes earnest. "Winky deserves good home. Good family. Better than butterbeer and crying." Its duplicated.
Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
