“Come on, we have to hurry,” Harry said, quickly blowing out the candle and heading for the front door.
“Where are we going?” Ron asked, as he and Hermione followed in Harry’s wake.
“Hogwarts… to talk to Kreacher,” Harry answered in a rush.
“But… why don’t we just call him?” Ron asked, coming to a quick halt. “You’re his master, and he has to come if he’s called, doesn’t he?”
Harry’s eyes widened “ he hadn’t even thought of that.
“Kreacher,” Harry called clearly.
Nothing happened.
“Kreacher!”
Nothing.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Hermione said with a frown. “Why isn’t he coming?”
“Dunno…” Harry answered, frowning as well. “Kreacher!”
Still nothing.
“Do you reckon something’s happened to him?” Ron asked, sounding worried.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Harry replied. “Dobby!”
Dobby, a rather short house-elf with big, bat-like ears, bulging green eyes and a long, thin nose, appeared out of thin air directly in front of Harry.
“Harry Potter!” squeaked Dobby, bowing so low that his nose brushed the surface of the dusty sitting room floor. “Dobby has been waiting, Harry Potter, waiting and hoping that we would meet again!”
“Er, thanks, Dobby,” Harry replied as Hermione smiled on. “Listen, I need you to tell me where Kreacher is. You remember Kreacher, right?”
“Oh, yes, Harry Potter, Dobby knows Kreacher!” the house-elf answered, nodding fervently.
“Great “ could you tell us where he is?”
The moment Harry asked, however, he knew the answer was not going to be a simple one.
“It is complicated, Harry Potter, no one has seen Kreacher in many months,” Dobby answered with a frown. “Dobby watched Kreacher leave Hogwarts the night Professor Dumbledore fell.”
This bit of new information completely floored Harry.
“But, Dobby, how could Kreacher leave Hogwarts? I told him to stay there “ in the kitchens.”
“I do not know, Harry Potter,” Dobby answered with another frown.
Harry turned towards Ron and Hermione, his brow furrowed.
“Did you, maybe, accidentally tell Kreacher that he could leave Hogwarts if he wanted to?” Hermione asked.
“Do you mean like Sirius did?” Harry asked, racking his brain.
Hermione nodded and Harry answered with a stiff shake of his head.
Where could Kreacher have gone and why would he leave Hogwarts?
But then something occurred to Harry “ maybe Kreacher didn’t leave Hogwarts at all.
“Dobby, I need a favor.”
“Oh, Dobby would do anything for Harry Potter,” Dobby answered, bowing low once more.
“Good “ I need you to go to the Room of Requirement and see if Kreacher is hiding there and, if he is, bring him to us.”
“Yes, Harry Potter!”
With a small pop, Dobby Disapparated.
“How do you know Kreacher is in the Room of Requirement?” Ron asked, taking a seat on the grimy, old sofa.
“I don’t,” Harry answered. “Not for sure, anyway, but I have a feeling that he didn’t leave Hogwarts at all… just the kitchens.”
“But why?” Ron asked again.
“Dunno… maybe he thought that Dumbledore was his master, and that once Dumbledore died he thought he could leave, but didn’t want to,” Harry answered with a shrug. “And he knew about the Room of Requirement from last year when I asked him and Dobby to tail Malfoy.”
A second later, Dobby appeared once more, breathing very heavily.
“Dobby, what’s wrong?” Hermione asked, kneeling down next to him.
“Dobby ran, Miss. Dobby ran as fast as he could and he found Kreacher! He found Kreacher hiding in the Room of Requirement!”
“Excellent!” Harry exclaimed. “Thanks, Dobby. But… why didn’t you bring him with you?”
“Dobby tried, Dobby tried his hardest, but Kreacher would not come.”
“It’s okay, Dobby. We’ll have to go to him, then. Thanks so much.”
“It is not a problem,” Dobby answered. “Dobby would do anything for Harry Potter. Dobby would even drown himself if Harry Potter wanted him to!”
“Er, that’s okay, Dobby,” Harry answered as Ron sniggered. “What you can do, though, is go and make sure Kreacher doesn’t leave the Room of Requirement. Could you do that?”
“Oh, yes. Dobby would be delighted!”
“Thanks, Dobby,” Harry answered as the house-elf disappeared once more. “C’mon, let’s go.”
They rushed out the door, down the steps and onto the cobbled street.
“But, Harry, it’s getting late… do you really want to barge into Hogwarts at this time of night?” Hermione asked, hurrying to catch up with Harry.
“Yes, of course,” Harry answered matter-of-factly. “Besides, this way there won’t be as many people to deal with.”
They hurried down the street and out onto the grassy patch of land by the river.
“All right… we’ll Apparate to Hogsmeade, just outside of the Hog’s Head, and then make our way down to the castle.”
Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement.
Harry concentrated on his destination, and moments later, with a faint pop, he, Ron and Hermione were standing outside of the Hog’s Head.
Harry looked around and, after seeing that no one was in sight, set off down the road towards Hogwarts.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said a voice from somewhere behind Harry.
Harry turned swiftly, his wand drawn, and saw Aberforth Dumbledore standing in the shadowy doorway of the Hog’s Head.
“Aberforth,” Harry said with a smile, lowering his wand and hurrying over to him. “Why don’t we want to go to Hogwarts?”
Aberforth smiled at Harry, Ron and Hermione.
“Come on inside… have a drink,” he said, opening the door and entering the pub.
Harry, Ron and Hermione shared a look with each other.
“Listen, Aberforth, we’d love to, but we have to get to Hogwarts… it’s urgent,” Harry said.
“Suit yourselves,” Aberforth replied from behind the bar. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Harry sighed.
“Warned us about what?”
“About the thirty Ministry wizards waiting at all the entrances to the school,” Aberforth answered, polishing three very dirty looking glasses. “You did hear about the arrest, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, we did,” Hermione answered, walking over to the bar. “Did you see Zacharias that night?”
“Yeah, I caught a glimpse of him… covered in blood, he was… looked very confused, too,” Aberforth answered, filling each of the three glasses with Butterbeer and passing them out. “That’s why the Ministry’s here… they don’t want anything else to happen at Hogwarts… it don’t matter though, a lot of parents pulled their kids out of school already.”
“Well, we really need to get into Hogwarts,” Harry said urgently, taking a sip of Butterbeer.
“Do you now? Well, I might be able to help you out with that.”
* * *
“This is by far the stupidest thing we’ve ever done,” Ron whispered angrily.
He, Harry and Hermione had been led by Aberforth to the Shrieking Shack where, much to Ron’s dismay, they forced themselves through the front door and then made their way through the secret passage that led onto the Hogwarts grounds.
The passageway was much smaller than Harry remembered, but that may have been due to the fact that he was only thirteen the last time he traveled through it.
“You’ve been through this tunnel before, Ron,” Hermione hissed acidly as they slowly made their way through the tunnel.
“Yeah, but last time I had a broken leg, remember?” Ron replied scathingly. “And we were a little preoccupied with getting Wormt“”
“Would you two please shut up?” Aberforth said without turning around. “Do those two ever shut up?” Aberforth added to Harry, again without turning around.
“Not usually.”
“Ah, don’t worry ‘bout it. Once they pluck up the courage and snog each other, things’ll get a little easier for you,” Aberforth said matter-of-factly.
Ron tripped somewhere behind where Aberforth and Harry were walking, and Harry turned to see him stumble to the floor.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, getting back up again. “Thought I hear “ er “ saw a spider.”
Hermione pursed her lips, but she kept her head down “ it seemed that she did not want to look Harry in the eye.
“C’mon, we’re almost there,” called Aberforth, poking his head out of the end of the tunnel.
Harry heard the familiar creaking of the Whomping Willow’s branches, but almost immediately, Aberforth reached out and pressed the knot on the trunk that immobilized the tree.
“This is where I leave you,” Aberforth said, allowing Harry, Ron and Hermione to pass him by in the tunnel. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”
“Wait, Aberforth, how do we get inside the castle?” Harry asked. “The doors are locked, aren’t they?”
Aberforth allowed a crooked smile to cross his face.
“You’ll come up with the right words, I’m sure.”
Harry frowned and then, with a small nod, Aberforth descended back down into the tunnel.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his Invisibility Cloak.
“Let’s go, get under here,” Harry said, throwing the Cloak over himself, Ron and Hermione.
“What did Aberforth mean?” Ron whispered as they made their way towards the great, oak front doors of Hogwarts.
“I dunno,” Harry replied in a whisper, turning to Hermione for an answer.
She, however, looked just as stumped as he was.
They reached the doors and Harry, for the first time in a long while, was able to gaze up at Hogwarts Castle, its majesty overwhelming him for only a moment.
Harry quickly snapped out of his reverie and turned his attention to the oak front doors that stood ominously in front of him.
“What do you reckon, mate?” Ron whispered, looking over his shoulder towards Hogsmeade.
Harry did not answer. He was looking up at the doors in front of him, noticing their intricacies.
“‘You’ll come up with the right words’,” Hermione repeated, looking dumbfounded, which, incidentally, was a very strange look for Hermione. “What does that mean?”
Harry, again, did not answer “ what had Aberforth meant?
Then it came to him, as if a glorious light had been switched on somewhere inside his head. Harry looked up at the doors and spoke very clearly:
“Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.”
The doors gave a creaking sound and slowly opened, revealing the Entrance Hall and the marble staircase in front of them. They entered the large, cavernous room, and the first thing Harry noticed was that the four giant hourglasses that kept track of House Points had been repaired. Harry was happy to see that Gryffindor was in the lead. The second thing that Harry noticed, and he was quite happy about this, was that there was no one else in the Entrance Hall.
“C’mon… let’s get going,” Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione who, like him, had been looking, almost wistfully, around the room.
They both nodded and walked with Harry up the marble staircase in front of them, making their way up the many flights of stairs towards the seventh floor corridor where they knew the Room of Requirement to be. They passed no one on their way up, thankfully, but Harry almost wished they would have. Hogwarts had been his home for six years, and now he was forced to sneak through it hidden under his Invisibility Cloak.
They entered the seventh floor corridor where they saw their first student: Luna Lovegood.
She walked along the corridor, humming to herself, her long, dirty-blonde hair billowing behind her.
Harry, without thinking, began to lift the Cloak off, but Hermione stopped him.
“No, we mustn’t!” she whispered.
Luna moved serenely past them, but not before Harry noticed her eyes look at the spot where he stood.
She reached the end of the corridor, turned left, and was gone.
They continued on their way, down the seventh floor corridor and towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
They reached the doorway to the Room of Requirement and Harry walked by it three times.
I need to find where Kreacher is hidden. I need to find where Kreacher is hidden. I need to find where Kreacher is hidden.
Once he passed the bare stretch of wall for the third time, the door materialized directly across from Barnabas the Barmy’s tapestry.
Harry hurried forward, followed by Ron and Hermione, and opened the door.
They found themselves staring into a room that Harry recognized almost instantly. It looked like a giant city with towering walls, full of objects hidden by generations of Hogwarts inhabitants.
“I’ve been here before,” Harry said, starting forward down a row of countless boxes. “Last year, I hide my “ Snape’s “ old potions book in here.”
Harry passed the many hats, jewels and cloaks, passed the chipped bottles of congealed potions, the rusting swords and a heavy, blood-stained axe until he came to the spot where he hid his old potions book, and where Kreacher, the house-elf, now sat.
Kreacher’s blood-shot eyes widened and his bat-like ears drooped even lower at the sight of Harry. He had never looked filthier, and it seemed as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
Dobby stood next to Kreacher, holding his shoulder tightly, though not in a comforting manner.
“Kreacher,” Hermione said before Harry could speak. “Kreacher, are “ are you okay?”
“The Mudblood is talking to Kreacher,” Kreacher said, not looking at Harry, Ron, Hermione or Dobby.
“Don’t call her that!” Ron exclaimed angrily, drawing his wand, but Kreacher did not move.
“Kreacher, we need to ask you something,” Harry said, and Kreacher turned towards him, which Harry took as a sign to continue.
“Kreacher, you knew Regulus Black, didn’t you?”
Kreacher nodded.
“You went with him to a sea-side cave, didn’t you?”
Kreacher, his eyes widening, nodded again.
“What happened?”
Kreacher shifted in his chair to look directly at Harry.
“Young Master Black came to Kreacher one day, asking for help. Kreacher wanted to help his young Master so Kreacher agreed. Young Master Black traveled with Kreacher at his side to a cave by the sea. Kreacher and Master Black crossed a lake on a boat and reached an island where we found a most powerful potion,” Kreacher told Harry, his eyes fixed only on him.
“Master Black told Kreacher to drink the green potion and Kreacher did “ Kreacher did,” continued the house-elf, shuddering slightly at the memory.
“Regulus made you drink it,” Ron said, clearly repulsed, and Harry knew that Ron must be remembering what the Draught of Periculum tasted like.
“Oh, yes, Master made Kreacher drink the liquid and Kreacher did most happily. Once there was no potion left, Master took a locket from the stone basin and replaced it with a different locket. Master then took water from the lake and gave it to Kreacher to drink for Kreacher was so thirsty.”
“This was the locket Regulus put in the basin, wasn’t it?” Harry said, reaching deep within his pocket and pulling out the fake locket Horcrux.
Kreacher nodded and then continued on with his story.
“Once young Master Black touched the water, terrible things came out… things that tried to kill Master Black and Kreacher. Master Black fought them off and then Disapparated with Kreacher.”
Kreacher fell silent, as if this is where the story ended.
“What happened next?” Harry asked. “What happened to the locket? Why wasn’t it destroyed? Why was it at Grimmauld Place this whole time?”
Kreacher trembled slightly.
“Young Master Black knew how to destroy the locket “ he did. He even asked Kreacher to help him to do it. He told Kreacher that the locket must be destroyed back at the cave. He told Kreacher this after many weeks of reading “ he told Kreacher “ but he did not tell Kreacher how.”
“And why didn’t he do it himself, then?” Harry pressed on.
“Young Master Black was killed before he could do it,” Kreacher said, now shaking violently. “Young Master Black was killed by the Dark Lord.”
“Did Voldemort know that Regulus had taken the locket?” Harry asked.
Kreacher shook his head.
“No, no, the Dark Lord did not know. Young Master Black was found by the Death Eaters… found by the Dark Lord, and he killed Master Black before the locket could be destroyed.”
Harry could see tears forming in Kreacher’s eyes now “ evidently, Regulus had meant a lot to him.
“Did you try to destroy the locket?” Harry asked as gently as he could.
Kreacher nodded.
“Kreacher did “ Kreacher went back to the cave many times and each time Kreacher could not destroy the locket. Finally, Kreacher gave up and left the locket in my Mistresses house.”
Kreacher sneezed.
“But you,” he continued, pointing viciously at Ron and Hermione, “you tried to throw it away. Kreacher did not let you, though, Kreacher stole the locket back.” Kreacher looked menacingly between Ron and Hermione, and Ron clutched his wand tighter.
“But then it was stolen again, wasn’t it?” Harry said. “It was stolen by Mundungus Fletcher.”
“Yes,” Kreacher answered, nodding. “The thief stole it from my Mistress's house when Kreacher was asleep. Oh, how Kreacher hates the thief.”
“Don’t worry, Kreacher,” Harry said, not really knowing why. “We got it back and destroyed it.”
Kreacher turned to look at Harry again, and Harry saw something in Kreacher’s eyes that he had never seen before “ could it be happiness?
“But, Kreacher, how did Regulus find out about the locket?” Hermione asked, and this time Kreacher did not look at her in disgust as he had done previously.
“Young Master Black knew about the locket because the Dark Lord showed it to him “ Master told Kreacher. The Dark Lord was angry at Master Black because Master Black did not want to be a Death Eater anymore. The Dark Lord took Master Black to the spot where the locket was hidden so that the Dark Lord could test the potion and so that the Dark Lord could kill my Master,” Kreacher answered, shuddering again.
“The Dark Lord made my Master help him set up the potion and then the Dark Lord made my Master drink the potion to see how a wizard would handle it and then the Dark Lord filled the basin again and then left my Master to die on the island,” Kreacher continued.
“But Master was too clever. Master called Kreacher to him and Kreacher saved Master!”
There was a gleam of triumph in Kreacher’s blood-shot eyes.
“So you saved him from the island and then when you went back to get the locket he saved you?” Ron said, in an attempt at clarity.
Kreacher nodded.
“Sickeningly poetic, isn’t it?” Ron said sarcastically, earning a sharp glance from Hermione.
“So let’s get this straight,” Harry began, looking directly at Kreacher. “Regulus wanted to leave the Death Eaters, but Voldemort wouldn’t let him, so Voldemort decided to test his protections on Regulus in order to kill him.”
Kreacher nodded again.
“But, Regulus survived and then wanted to destroy Voldemort and knew about…” Harry dropped his voice so that only Ron and Hermione could hear, “…about the locket being a Horcrux because Voldemort must have told him. Voldemort would never have imagined that Regulus would ever get off the island and didn’t care about boasting. He thought that Regulus would soon be dead and that his secret would be taken to the depths of the lake.”
Ron and Hermione both nodded.
“It would be something You-Know-Who would do,” Ron said. “Which explains why he was so keen to kill Regulus once he realized Regulus was alive.”
Both Harry and Hermione silently agreed.
“How long did young Master Black live after you and he took the locket?” Hermione asked Kreacher gently.
Kreacher, this time, answered her without the nasty sneer with which he usually addressed Hermione.
“A year, young miss.”
“‘Young miss’,” Ron mouthed to Harry with a shrug.
Harry shrugged back and noticed that even Dobby looked taken aback.
“And when did Regulus join the Death Eaters?” Hermione asked, and for the first time, Harry noticed that she, too, had a small notebook where she was taking notes.
“Right after he graduated from Hogwarts, miss,” Kreacher answered. “But once young Master Black joined, he knew it was not a good idea. He told Kreacher he did not like it, but he told no one else. In the mean time, Master tried to get a job at the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic.”
This jolted Harry somewhat, and Harry remembered what Lupin told him at St. Mungo’s.
“Do you know where in the Department of Mysteries?” Harry asked hopefully, wanting to know where his mother had worked and why, after joining up with the Death Eaters, Regulus had applied for the same post.
“I’m sorry, Master, I do not know,” Kreacher answered, and Harry was floored again.
“He just called you Master without cursing, mate,” Ron said disbelievingly.
Kreacher continued on as if he had not heard Ron.
“Two years after Master joined the Death Eaters, he told the Dark Lord that he wanted to leave and then the Dark Lord took him to the island.”
Hermione was scribbling furiously, taking down everything that Kreacher said.
“Then, once Kreacher saved him, young Master Black came back home.”
“I can’t believe he called you Master,” Ron said, still evidently bowled over by the idea.
“New Master found and destroyed the locket of my old Master. For that, Kreacher is most grateful.”
Kreacher bowed low, and obviously trying to out-do him, Dobby bowed even lower.
“That’s enough,” Harry said, looking between the two house elves with a small grin. “I still have a few more things to ask you, Kreacher.”
Kreacher took a seat again, propping himself up on a stack of books.
“Where have you been since the summer?” Harry asked, again trying his best to ask gently. “Dobby says you’ve been gone since Dumbledore died.”
Kreacher nodded slowly.
“Yes, Kreacher did leave when Dumbledore died. Please forgive Kreacher, Master, but Kreacher wanted to go back to his old Mistress's house, and since Master Dumbledore had died, Kreacher thought he could leave.”
Kreacher bowed again.
“Don’t worry about it, Kreacher,” Harry replied, waving his arm. “But where did you go?”
“Kreacher went back to his Mistress's house. No one was there “ no one bothered Kreacher for many weeks, until one night.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione jumped slightly.
“Oh, yes, someone in a black cloak, someone Kreacher could not see came and Stunned Kreacher in my Mistress's kitchen.”
“Someone Stunned you?” Hermione repeated, clearly horrified.
“Yes, miss. A someone Stunned Kreacher, and when Kreacher woke, only a moment later, the someone told Kreacher that he must return to Hogwarts “ to the Room of Requirement “ and wait for his Master, Harry Potter.”
This was by far the strangest piece of information that Kreacher had relayed to Harry yet.
“Someone Stunned you at Grimmauld Place and told you to go wait for me in the Room of Requirement?” Harry asked, almost disbelievingly.
Kreacher nodded.
“You’ve been here since the summer?” Hermione asked, sounding horror-struck.
Kreacher nodded again.
“Oh, my word, you must be starving, Kreacher,” she said, holding a hand over her mouth.
“Do not worry, Kreacher is not hungry, miss,” Kreacher said, reaching down behind a stack of old, discarded books and pulling up a plate of eaten meat and what seemed like the remains of a steak and kidney pie.
“How’d you get that, Kreacher?” Ron asked, and Harry could not help but hear the hunger in Ron’s voice.
“Ron, you just ate before we left St. Mungo’s,” Hermione said, looking at Ron with a mixture of disgust and annoyance.
“Now, wait just a second, I can be hungry if I…”
Ron quieted at the look on Harry’s face.
“Kreacher got the food from the Room, young sir,” Kreacher answered, and Ron was too taken aback. “Whenever Kreacher was hungry, the Come and Go Room would provide Kreacher with food.”
“Wicked,” Ron muttered, and Harry had the distinct impression that this was one of the most amazing things Ron had ever heard.
“Well, er, thank you, Kreacher. I reckon you can probably go back to the kitchens now… if you want to, that is,” Harry said, not quite knowing what to say now that Kreacher was acting so… well, un-Kreacher-like.
Kreacher stood back up and bowed low to Harry once more.
“Oh, the kitchens would be just fine, young Master Potter,” Kreacher said, still bowing.
Harry also noticed Dobby looking hopefully up at Harry.
“You can go down to the kitchens now too, if you want.”
Dobby once again bowed lower than Kreacher, and the two of them continued their bowing contest.
* * *
“Now, how much did we really learn from that?” Ron asked, sitting on top of a pile of books in the Room of Requirement and preparing to stuff another mouthful of potatoes down his throat as Hermione looked on in repugnance.
“We learned a lot,” Harry answered, sitting on another stack of books across from Ron and Hermione. “We learned what happened to Kreacher, we learned what happened to Regulus, we learned that someone got into Grimmauld Place and Stunned Kreacher.”
“But who could have Stunned Kreacher?” Hermione asked, still not taking her eyes off of Ron, who was now devouring a treacle tart. “Was the Fidelius Charm on Grimmauld Place broken once Dumbledore died?”
“I dunno,” Harry replied, watching on a little jealously as Ron enjoyed his treacle tart.
Suddenly, one appeared in front of Harry and he grabbed it immediately.
“I never…” Hermione whispered, now staring up at the ceiling and shaking her head.
Harry chose to ignore her while he enjoyed his treacle tart.
It seemed, however, that Hermione was forced to look back at Harry, a question seemingly diminishing her anger.
“Lupin said that the Fidelius Charm broke once Peter betrayed your parents, right?”
Harry nodded.
“Well, then that would explain why someone could get into Grimmauld Place. Anyone could if that person wanted to,” Hermione said with a small frown.
“But, that doesn’t make sense,” Ron said, frowning, too. “The Order is using Grimmauld Place as headquarters now, even with Snape on You-Know-Who’s side.”
“There’s got to be an explanation… there must be a new Secret-Keeper,” Hermione said, doing her best to sound confident.
The three of them sat there for a moment in silence, all except for Ron, who was now eating another treacle tart.
“‘ut ‘at’s ‘ut I ‘as ‘ayin,” Ron said, his mouth full.
Hermione shot him a look.
“Sorry, I said ‘but that’s what I was saying.’ We didn’t really learn anything except for where Kreacher went and what happened to Regulus.”
“Not really, mate,” Harry answered, a small smile crossing his face. “We learned that Regulus knew he had to destroy the locket Horcrux in the cave using the water. Regulus must have figured out that the Horcrux has to be destroyed at the place it was hidden.”
Ron groaned.
“So we have to go back to the orphanage?”
Harry shook his head, Ron looked confused and Hermione let out a small shriek.
“Oh, Harry, Acromantula Venom!”
Harry nodded and smiled at Ron, who groaned.
“The Forbidden Forest.”
Harry Potter and the Serpent's Eye by Marauder9744
Chapter Notes: First off, I’d like to say that I hope everyone enjoyed Deathly Hallows! I completely loved it and thought it was the best out of the seven, but that’s just my opinion. However, nothing that happened in DH is incorporated into this story: not the new spells, not the plot, nothing. As always, you will NOT have DH spoiled by reading my story. Secondly, I’d like to apologize for taking so long with this update. My beta, who is one of the best, was out of town for a while so it took a while to get this chapter edited. That did, however, give me the chance to get some writing done, and you’ll all be happy to know that I’m already halfway through Chapter 26! Anyway, I’d like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed so far “ I’m really glad you’re enjoying. I would also like to thank my aforementioned beta, Priya, who has helped me out tremendously! I defiantly could not do it without her. Enjoy!
Chapter 21 - Harry, Ron and Hermione finally learn where Kreacher has been, what he’s been doing and what role he played in the finding of the locket Horcrux.