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| MOONY |

"I'd be pretty ashamed of him."

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MUCH TO ALORA'S CONFUSION, Kreacher did not swiftly return with Mundungus Fletcher. In fact, he did not return at all.

"Is he okay?" she finally said the following evening.

But, she didn't have a reply; Harry, Ron and Hermione were far too occupied with the window which overlooked the square outside Grimmauld Place. Lowering her brows, she wandered over and fit in between the three.

"Death Eaters, for sure," muttered Ron."Reckon they know we're in here?"

Alora turned her head; two cloaked men stood outside, staring into something that they could not see.

"How long have they been there?"

"A really, really long time."

"I don't think they know we're here," Hermione reassured, but it seemed to be for her benefit, "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.

"Yes," said Hermione, "otherwise he'd have been able to tell that lot how to get in, wouldn't he? But they're probably watching to see whether we turn up. They know that Lora owns the house, after all."

"What? How—oh, the Wizarding wills," Alora gave a nod.

The statue-like presence was awfully ominous; they'd not heard a word from outside the house since Mr Weasley's Patronus. Despite knowing Aria was safe, Alora's heart still ached for her sister's lively presence in such a time of anguish.

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.

"Will you stop it!" she cried out on the third evening of Kreacher's absence, as all light was sucked from the drawing room yet again.

"Sorry, sorry!" said Ron, clicking the Deluminator and restoring the lights. "I don't know I'm doing it!"

"Well, can't you find something useful to occupy yourself?"

"What, like reading kids' stories?"

"Dumbledore left me this book, Ron— "

"— and he left me the Deluminator, maybe I'm supposed to use it!"

Alora rolled her eyes, bringing a hand to her head which was beginning to ache. Turning on her heel, she went to find Harry who had slipped out of the room moments prior, he too, had grown irritated at the constant bickering.

As she crossed the threshold, however, Mrs Black's familiar scream rang in her ears.

"Mudbloods and filth dishonoring my house—"

Her heart began to pound, almost feeling like it was going to fall out of her chest; she withdrew her wand and hurried down the staircase, followed shortly by Ron and Hermione. The three met Harry, who stood in a similar, anxious stance.

"Hold your fire, it's me, Remus!"

"Oh, thank goodness," said Hermione weakly, pointing her wand at Mrs. Black instead; with a bang, the curtains swished shut again and silence fell. Ron too lowered his wand.