Professor Black: A Reader Insert

3. Kreacher Comfort

"I apologize for the fright Kreacher, are you alright?" (y/n) crouched down to be face to face with him on instinct.

"Miss Malfoy Kreacher wasn't- This isn't- Oh!" Kreacher looked miffed about something.

"Kreacher, they didn't want me then, it would make little sense for me to take their name now. Did Aunt Walburga demand you call me as such?" she took his hand in hers to keep him from hurting himself as he gathered himself.

"Madame Black did tell Kreacher that letting Miss Malfoy pretend that she wasn't what she was was bad for Miss Malfoy in the long run." Kreacher gruffly huffed.

"I was raised a Black, Kreacher." "Miss Malfoy was also raised to be a Slytherin." He shot back at her with a huff.

"It's bad enough I carry my father's name with me wherever I go, I don't wish to carry the name he refused me once. Kreacher, Sirius was more my father than my sire ever was, so please call me the name I've had my whole life." She could hear the wailing of the portrait from its place.

"Kreacher will get Miss Black's room ready, but Miss Black is taller than Kreacher remembers. So a different room would be best." Kreacher began mumbling.

"That can wait until my things arrive from America. We can still childproof the house though." She watched slightly amused as Kreacher processed her words.

"Childproof... Miss Black has a child?" Kreacher looked almost like he swallowed a lemon.

"Not by choice mind you." She heard Walburga cursing the man that would do such a thing. "Auntie, you can't curse the dead."

"THAT INSUFFERABLE BASTARD BETTER BE DEAD OR I'LL HAUNT HIM UNTIL HE IS!" The portrait shook. "DOES YOUR FATHER KNOW!? HE KNOWS MORE HEXES THAN I DO! JUST POINT HIM OUT AND HE'LL DO THE REST!"

"Auntie, you'll get a stroke. I mauled him myself. He's pretty dead." She wanted to change the subject because she couldn't handle this.

"Kreacher, give her my room." The older woman glared at the door across from her her voice softer than (y/n) has ever heard it. "There's extra charms and wards on it. I made a promise to Narcissa when you were born and I'll keep it even in my death so help me."

"Thank you." Gratitude welled up in her chest like a water balloon leaking out in her voice like a warm blanket that seemed to make the portrait flinch from it.

"No need to. Now, tell me of the young one." She seemed to blush slightly.

"His name is Regulus, and he's the brightest star in my sky." (y/n) smiled as she sat down before the portrait and caught up with her aunt.

She spent the next hour telling Walburga's portrait all about Reggie. She only stopped when Kreacher notified her that her things have arrived and the room was fully aired out. They agreed that Reggie's room would be her old one and that the guardian sent with him would sleep in Sirius' old room right next to it. The selected rooms were cleaned first and the house childproofed to the best of their combined abilities. (y/n) also transfigured the color of the walls in her old room to be Reggies favorite color with a Dinosaur pattern. Kreacher had the foresight to stop her to eat some dinner before she got to carried away and covered the dower place in sparkly rainbows.

An owl pecking at the window took (y/n)'s attention from the lavender tea Kreacher insist she had to calm down after such a busy day. She opened the window to find a letter in the bird's beak, familiar hand writing spelling out her name like art work. With a sigh she opened it.

10th May 1991

(y/n),

Your father sent me a rather insecent owl about the events in America. He was very distraught. Do you still have that charmed notebook I sent you after the events had run their course? It would be quicker to check on each other that way. Not that anything interesting has occurred in my life since my favourite Hufflepuff graduated and took on the world of course. I promise to take you up on that offer for tea, if it still stands, that is. If you need anything, within reason of course, just ask, none of that dodering about pretending that you don't until it's almost too late, leaving those now in your safety net confused when one day you just snap.