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chapter thirty | ministry madness
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Hours and hours the four friends waited for Kreacher's return. They had eaten the meal Stella had made for them, Ron being the most grateful, and was now occupying their time with Hermione playing the piano along with Ron attempting to. Stella and Harry were together, on one of the couches, her head on his shoulder as she watched him fiddle with his golden snitch.
"They have flesh memories, you know," Stella muttered to him, "when Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I noticed he looked disappointed when it didn't do anything when you touched it. He thought it might open at your touch. That maybe Dumbledore had hidden something inside it."
Harry looked down at the girl, about to respond when a noise was sounded from the kitchen. The four shot up from their seats and made their way to see Kreacher and, to their surprise, Dobby, hanging onto Mundungus Fletcher for dear life.
"Harry Potter, so long it's been," Dobby greeted.
Mundungus let out a groan of pain as he fell on the ground, the two elves going with him.
"As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief," Kreacher gestured to the man, "Mundungus Fletcher."
The man shot up from the ground and drew his wand, but was too slow.
"Expelliarmus!"
Mundungus' wand flew into Hermione's hand with ease, her friends giving her an impressed look.
"What are you playing at," Mundungus questioned, moving away from the teens, "sending a pair of bleeding house-elves after me."
Dobby then jumped on the kitchen table and started explaining, "Dobby was only trying to help. Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter's name. And then, Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief, Mundungus—"
"Thief? Your foul little," the man paused as Harry gave him a warning look, "git. I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects."
"You're a thief, Dung," Ron snapped, "everyone knows it."
"Master Weasley, so good to see you again," Dobby shook the boy's hand.
"Wicked trainers."
Mundungus crashed into something, again, catching the eye of everyone, "listen, I panicked that night, all right? Could I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?"
Stella's face hardened at the name of the fallen Auror as Harry spoke from next to her, "when you turned this place over—don't deny it. You found a locket, am I right?"
