People in fantasy stories are always cautious of summoning and contracting a demon, as any open-ended order could be used against the summoner. If the summoner were to tell the demon to ‘make them tea’ then the demon has a variety of options to make the tea. The summoner did not specify what the tea should  be made out of, when they wanted it, and how they wanted. In this scenario the demon could poison the tea, make the tea years from that moment, or make the tea and leave. Open-ended orders are always something that a summoner or slaver in my case must take into account.

Wizards in the ‘Harry Potter’ universe are undoubtedly arrogant. They are so arrogant in their superiority that they do not think of what they do. Wizards see House-Elves as snivelling and inferior. Wizards expect any House-Elf to cower before them, to grovel at their boots. With their arrogance, the wizards do not expect any House-Elf to ever do them any harm.

The wizards are almost entirely correct in their stance that a House-Elf will never do them any harm, they have been slaves for so long that any fight in them has been bred out. The House-Elves in the ‘Harry potter’ universe do not have any sense to fight back, now if a displaced soul becomes a House-Elf then you get an opportunity.

If I were to apply the logic of a demon to myself while having the order to ‘get to work’ then so many opportunities become available to me. See, I don't actually have to do what my ‘master’ tells me to. The glorious order he gave me was just to ‘get to work.’ I can do any work I want, if my work is to kill my ‘master’ then I am fulfilling the order.

The loophole that my ‘master’ gave me was that he did not specify what work I was supposed to do, any task would work as long as I personally saw the task as ‘work.’ 

Now before I can actually escape my fool of a master I have to figure out where in the hell I am, who my masters’ family is, and where I can go after actually killing this ‘master’ of mine.

My first objective is leaving this dungeon that I am currently residing, maybe find a better place to sleep if I stay long enough for that to happen. House-Elves in the ‘Harry Potter’ series frequently apparate around their living area, I believe that I apparated before when I felt that twisting sensation. Maybe I just have to replicate the feeling, or maybe some sort of intent like everyone said within the books. 

Okay, so how do House-Elves travel around, is there some sort of innate sense that they have? With that thought a three dimensional image of a house appeared within my mind. I obviously triggered some sort of innate ability of a House-Elf. Okay, I can work with this, now how do I apparate? 

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Intent, how does intent work? Do I just think really really hard of being somewhere else? Okay…

I want to be upstairs, I want to be upstairs, I want to be upstairs, I Want To Be Upstairs! 

The twisting sensation overcame me with that last word, the bending, sickening, and nauseating feeling overwhelmed all of my senses. With an ear-ringing crack, I was on the main floor of the house. The main floor was dreary, with all of the windows covered with thick black curtains, the furniture was covered with a heavy amount of dust, and the overall feeling just screamed of neglect.

There were no photos or paintings lining the walls, just bleak disuse evident wherever I looked. The house obviously didn't belong to any sort of family-man, or rich man. On a good note, I figured out how to apparate, in the fannon they make it sound like something super difficult or you would lose limbs if you performed it improperly.

With a basic understanding of the magic available to me, I can now figure out if my ‘master’ has any family that I should be wary of, and find out where the hell I am.

My ‘master’ doesn't seem to care for what I do or what happens to his property. Hell, maybe he has some sort of secret library that can help me shoot fireballs out of my hands. Bringing up the floorplans of the house within my head once more, I search for the library and the kitchen. 

I need to find a library because some of the books might hold the key to understanding the capabilities of this new body and I need a kitchen for maybe any sort of knife. With the floorplan still in mind, I begin chanting my intent to go to the library. I want to be inside the library, I want to be inside the library, I want to be inside the library, I want to be inside the library! 

With a ringing crack I am inside the library. With massive shelves filled with books upon books, I adjust the image I have of my ‘master’ from poor asshole, to rich scholarly asshole.

The amount of books in the library is going to take me years to get through if I wanted to read every single one. In the meantime I only need books on House-Elves and their abilities. Hoping that the library is sorted in alphabetical order and not some weird convoluted wizard bullshit ordering system, I begin walking down the aisles of books.