May sat in her room reading 'the maze runner' but she was too distracted to pay attention. Albus had told her something she wished she had never heard and she couldn't get it out of her head.
A knock interrupted her thoughts as she called for them to come in. A small house elf walked into the room holding a tray of ginger biscuits, "hello miss May" the elf said and Mays's face lit up with joy, "mani!" she shouted, "I haven't seen you since I was in Hogwarts."
Mani was a small wrinkly house elf with an unusually large nose that May had met with her friends one night as they snook into the kitchen to get a midnight snack in their first year, from that night Mani would make them ginger biscuits and wait for them to come and get them.
"I brought your favourite Miss May or should I say professor now," Mani smiled widely as he placed the tray on the table and hugged May, "now sit down I want to know everything!" May demanded as she picked up her favourite treat and began to munch on it listening to the tails of Mani the Hogwarts house elf.
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The 8th Weasley
Fanfiction*Harry Potter Fanfiction* (Edited) What if Bill isn't the oldest Weasley? What if Ginny isn't the only girl Weasley? This is the story of the forgotten Weasley... May... May Weasley -They had arrived at the tent that they would be staying in because...
