When two worlds collide.

Identities.

Ron fiddles with the Radio at Grimmauld palace , which whistles as he attempts to find a signal. I lay down, holding the snitch between my two fingers and holding it up in front of me.

"They have flesh memories." Hermione states.

I turn and see that Hermione is eyeing the Snitch.

"Snitches. They're never touched by bare skin until the Seeker captures it. Even the wizard who fabricates it wears gloves. That way, if there's a dispute, the Snitch can identify who first touched it." She explains.

"You mean... it remembers me?" I question.

Hermione nods. "When Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch, that Dumbledore had hidden something in it."

I look back at the snitch, eyeing the wings flapping slowly.

A loud bang emerges from the kitchen. We race into the kitchen. Shadows spill from a far door and pots and pans crash. Suddenly, a tiny wet figure tumbles into out view, bangs into the wall opposite, and scrambles up. As he starts back for the kitchen, he stops.

"Alexandra Rosalyn Barnes! So long it's been-" Dobby starts but was cut off when Kreacher reaches out and grabs Dobby by the neck to pull him away.

Kreacher, Dobby and Mundungus Fletcher tumble from one side of the kitchen to the other. As they fly apart, Mundungus rolls to his feet, dripping wet, wand flashing.

"Expelliarmus!" Mundungus' wand soars into the air into Hermione's hand.

"As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher!" Kreacher shakes the water off of him.

"Dobby has also returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher!"

"What are you playing at setting a pair of bleedin' house elves on me!" Mundungus growls.

"Dobby was only trying to help! Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Alexandra Rosalyn Barnes's name, which Dobby thought was very curious. And then Dobby saw that Kreacher was talking to the thief Mundungus Fletcher, which Dobby thought was very, very-" Dobby explains.

"I'm no thief, you foul little git." Mundungus snaps. "I'm a purveyer of rare and wondrous objects-"

"You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it!" Ron growls.

"Master Weasley! So good to see you again!" Dobby jumps in excitement.

"Wicked trainers." Ron eyes the bright red shoes on Dobby's feet.

"Listen, I panicked that night, all right? I never volunteered to die for you, mate. Can I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom-" He starts.

"STOP LYING!" I groan in frustration. I begin to move toward Mundungus but Ron reaches out and pulls me back gently by the shoulders as he eyes Mundungus warningly.

"Piece of advice. Let's not rehash old times. Got it, mate?" Ron spits.

"When you turned this place over- don't deny it! You found a locket, am I right?" I scoff.

"Why? Was it valuable?" Mundungus raises his brows.

"You've still got it?" Hermione snaps.

"No. He's worried he should have got more money for it.." Ron rolls his eyes.

"Wouldn't be difficult, would it? Bleedin' gave it away, din' I? There I was, pitching me wares in Diagon Alley when some ministry hag comes up and asks to see my license. Says she's of a mind to lock me up and would've, too, she hadn' taken a fancy to that locket."