❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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LXXVII. SPREADING OF LUPINE
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"The hurt just leaves me scared
Losing everything I've ever known"
IT WAS EXPECTED THAT KREACHER were to return in a matter of hours, but they were proved wrong in their prediction. They waited anticipatingly for him to return during the afternoon, but he didn't return then either. By nightfall, there was still no signs of Kreacher and they began to feel discouraged whether the house-elf would return today. Supper consisted mostly of mouldy bread, which Hermione had tried and failed to improve with various Transfigurations, offering little comfort.
Just as Marjorie had thought, Kreacher didn't return the following day either... nor did the day after that. However, two clocked men had appeared in the square outside number twelve, and they remained there into the night, gazing in the direction of the house that they could not see.
"Death Eaters, for sure," said Ron, as he, Harry, Hermione, and Marjorie watched from the drawing room windows. "Reckon they know we're in here?"
"I don't think so," said Hermione, though she looked frightened, "or they'd have sent Snape in after us, wouldn't they?"
"D'you reckon he's been in here and had his tongue tied by Moody's curse?" asked Ron.
"Crossing my fingers that he did and he looked stupid after that," spatted Marjorie bitterly.
"They're probably watching to see whether we turn up." Hermione told, "They know that Harry owns the house, after all."
"How do they — ?" began Harry.
"Because Wizarding wills made by fugitives like Sirius are always examined by the Ministry. They looked through Dumbledore's will, can't exactly pass up of the fact that they had probably examined Sirius', right?" Marjorie shrugged. "They know what Sirius had left you, and this house so happens to be one of many in the list, but they just don't know where it is thanks to the Fidelius Charm..."
"Surprisingly, you sounded smart right there," remarked Ron.
"Definitely something you can't relate, right?" Marjorie rebutted.
The presence of the Death Eaters outside heightened the ominous atmosphere inside Number Twelve. They hadn't heard from anyone outside Grimmauld Place since Mr. Weasley's Patronus, and the strain was evident. Restless and irritable, Ron had developed an annoying habit of playing with the Deluminator in his pocket: This particularly infuriated Hermione, who was whiling away the wait for Kreacher by studying The Tales of Beedle the Bard and did not appreciate the way the lights kept flashing on and off.
