Harry Potter - Fanfiction

Year 7 - Kreacher's Return

The following day passes by with no sign of Kreacher, even well into the day after that.

"I'm starving, we need to make plan on getting some real food into this house," I say as my stomach growls in agreement. The moldy bread remaining untouched on my plate.

Hermione and I are seated at one end of the Kitchen, near the fireplace, while Harry and Ron sit a couple chairs away from us, wrapped up in their own conversation.

"I'm trying with my Transfiguration, but nothing is working," Hermione answers, gathering the plates from supper.

"The breads too far gone for that. Least the cans of food is somewhat eatable," I grumble.

"There isn't many left of the cans." Hermione sits down next to me again.

"I can see to go and get some food," I offer.

"That sounds dangerous, we still don't know what to expect out there," she says looking ghastly.

"Hermione, you guys cannot stay hauled up here forever just because of that, and they are more out there looking for you three rather than me. I think about ninety percent of the Death Eaters don't even know who I am," I explain.

"You don't know that, if they know me, then they know you." Looking over to Harry and Ron, she addresses them, "I wander when Kreacher is coming back."

"Me too, I'm starting to think it wasn't a good idea to ask him," responds Harry.

"Look at the bright side, if Kreacher can't find Mundungus maybe Nyx can sniff him out with her Animagus," says Ron.

"Ron! Nyx is not some type of sniffer dog!" she shouts at him, before questionably looking over to me. "Or could you?"

"Firstly, I'm highly offended because yes, I'm not just some sniffer dog, as you put it Hermione, that you guys can use free willy-nilly. Secondly, I would need a scent to work off, and a place to start. I can't just step out these doors and his scent leads me straight to him. I actually need to go to the places he's been, it's not like I'm searching for someone lost in the woods," I explain.

"You're right, I'm sorry, I'm still new to all this Animagus stuff," Hermione says apologetically.

"Speaking of, I did promise to show you my Animagus," I say to Hermione.

"Can we see too?" Ron asks excitedly.

"Ew, please don't display that type of emotion towards me, it's weird, coming from you," I say narrowing my eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" Ron asks, offended.

"I mean that we don't get along, and for you to be all happy and excited towards me is just... Bizarre, peculiar -" I explain, my face scrunched up slightly.

"Okay I get it," he says frustratingly. "Can we still see though?" he asks, trying to wipe all excitement from his face.

And to my surprise I find myself giggling a little.

"Yes, c'mon you three, let's go up to the drawing room, there's enough space there," I say with a smile, despite myself.

We all get up and walk upstairs to the first floor, entering the brightly lit drawing room as the sun beams down upon the earth.

"Although Harry I forgot you've seen it already," I point out.

"What? Where? That's not fair," says Ron.

"Yeah, that night that Dumbledore –" he begins, but fades off, rubbing his arm where I had almost bitten him.

Silence falls upon the room as the memory of the death of Dumbledore resurfaces in all of us.