Chasing Shadows || Draco Malfoy x OC

(Summer) Year 5-Ch. 101

"What are you up to Kreacher?" Sirius said, glowering at the elf. Kreacher had bent all the way down to where his long  snout like nose bent on the floor. "Stand up straight." Sirius said more impatiently. "Answer the question."

"Kreacher is cleaning." The elf repeated himself, straightening up again." Kreacher lives to serve the noble out of Black—"

"—and it's getting blacker everyday. It's filthy." Said Sirius.

"Master always like his little jokes." Said Kreacher bowing again and again did his grumbling. "Master was a nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mothers heart-"

"Oh, please." Sirius rolled his eyes. "My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher. She kept herself alive all these years out of pure spite." He snapped.

"Whatever Master says." Kreacher bowed again. "Master isn't fit to wipe slime of his mother's boot, oh would the Mistress say if she saw Kreacher serving him, she hated him, what a disappointment he was—"

"I asked you what you were up to." Sirius, irritated. "Every time you show up pretending to clean, you sneak something out off to your room so we can't throw it out."

"Kreacher would never move anything from its place in the Masters house." Said the elf, again muttering under his breath, "mistress would never forgive Kreacher if they throw out the tapestry, seven centuries it's been in the family, Kreacher must have it, Kreacher must not let Master and the. Mood traitors and the brats destroy—"

"I thought it was that." Sighed Sirius. "I'm sure she would have put another Permanent Sticking Charm on it.  It if I could get rid of it, I will." He said with disdain. "Now go away, Kreacher."

Kreacher didn't disobey and walking out of the room, but not without a look to Sirius of pure loathing, and more of his tasteful choice of words. 

"—comes back from Azkaban and starts wording Kreacher around, oh what would poor Mistress say if she saw the house now, scum living in it, her treasures thrown out. She swore he's no son of hers and he's back. They say he's a murderer—"

"Keep muttering like that and I will become a murderer!" Sirius snapped irritably, shutting the door behind Kreacher.

"Well." Céline said. "Isn't he a delightful ray of sunshine."

The twins snorted, "it's not his fault," Hermione said, pleadingly , "he's old and he's not right in his head."

"He's been alone too long, following mad orders from a portrait, talking to himself, but he's always been a foul little elf."

"Maybe if you just set him free?" Said Hermione hopefully.

"He knows too much about the Order." He said walking across the room. "And anyway the shock would kill him. You tell him that and see how he reacts."

Sirius stops in from the large tapestry hung on the wall. They all followed him and stood around it. It was a large family tree that look like it went back for ages. Large words at the top read:

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
"Toujours Purs"

Céline scrunched her nose up again seeing the phrase.

"I don't see you on here." Said Harry.

"I was over here." Sirius pointed to a small charred hole down the tree. "My sweet mother blasted me off after I ran away from home."

Celine's head turned to look at Sirius. "You ran away?" She asked. He looked at her for a second before giving her the  same thoughtful look he had given to her that morning. "When I was around your age. About sixteen. I'd had enough."