Mischievous Glint | George Weasley

Chapter 50

It was night. We moved into the living room where it felt was a little more comfortable. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the piano as she attempted to teach Ron how to play. I sat with Harry on the two sofa's.

I had a book placed on my lap and Harry was watching Ron and Hermione. I sighed at them.

"So, how are you and my brother?" Ron suddenly ask breaking my concentration in my book.

I looked up at him then smirked.

"Which one?" I teased making Harry and Hermione burst out laughing.

"Good one, Y/N." Harry commented placing his hand on his stomach for laughing too much.

"I'm serious. I wonder how he is now after you just dissapeared with us." Ron said.

"I don't know but it was for his and everyone's safety." I said softly.

The four of us smiled at each other and soon silence fell. Harry faced away from us watching the golden snitch Dumbledore had left him. It was hovering in the air in front of him.

"They have flesh memorize." Hermione said breaking the silence. "When Scrimageour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch. That Dumbledore had hidden something inside it."

We just stared at the snitch in Harry's hand. Everyone wondering why it wouldn't open.
But our attention broke at the stumbling noises coming from the kitchen. We rushed in and found two house elves wrestling a man into view. Kreacher succeeded in his task and we went forward to greet the man. Mandungus.

"Harry Potter! So long it has been!" Another elf exclaimed which was known as Dobby.

Mandungus struggled and protested against the elves as he got inside the kitchen. All of them struggling and grunting in discomfort.

"As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief!" Kreacher shut the door keeping Mandungus in the room.

He tried to take out his wand but Hermione was quick to cast Expelliarumus on him and his wand flicked from his hand to Hermione's leaving him defenseless.

"What are you playing at?" Mandungus scolded. "Setting a pair bleeding house elves after me!"

He glared at us stepping along the table. Dobby climbed on the table with Kreacher following behind him.

"Dobby was trying to help. Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagona Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention." Kreacher tried to butt in but Dobby pushed his head back with his hand. "And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief."

"I'm no thief!" Mandungus protested. He looked at Dobby with hatred before narrowing his eyes at him. "I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects."

Ron stepped forward as Mandungus was at the end of the table stopping him from leaving out the front door.

"You're a Dung. Everyone knows it!" I sneered.

"Miss Knight and Master Weasley, so good to see you again." Dobby greeted.

"Sirius left all his possession to Harry when he died." I said. "And Kreacher's new Master is now Harry which means he can't lie to him. This proves not only you've been a filthy thief but also stole valuable things that could've helped the order."

Mandungus looked at me with wide eyes as he looked upon me.

"Miss Knight. Oh goodness. It's such an honour!" He squeaked and was transferred to an arm chair by Hermione pointing her wand, threatening him.

"Listen, I panicked that night, all rights?" He admitted. "Could I help it if Mad-Eye fell of his broom?"

"When you turned this place over, don't deny it, you found a locket, am I wrong?" I asked.

"Why? Was it valuable?" He asked.

Everyone narrowed their eyes at his greed Hermione pointed her wand at him some.

"Have you still go it?" Hermione asked.

He sighed and sat back in his chair.

"Bleeding give it away, didn't I?" He groaned.
"There I was, flogging my wares in Diagon Alley when some Ministry had come up and asks to see my license. Says she's a mind to lock me up. And she would of done if she hadn't taken a liking for the locket."

"Who was she? The Witch? Do you know her?" Harry asked.

"No." He looked down but he paused and picked up a bit of old newspaper. "Well, she's there look!"

He held the paper up allowing us to get a sight of a pink witch with a disturbing great smile on her face with a smug look.

"Umbridge." I breathed, annoyance building up in me as I stared at the paper.