A Fall Through Worlds And Time Apart

Part 42

Kreacher was an anxious mess when they landed in Grimmauld Place. He gave out a squeal on seeing them and ran forward, stopping to a skidding halt upon seeing Ara. He stayed, staring and gave a deep respectful bow to her. "GREAT BLACK LADY MAGIQUE!" He said, voice trembling with a mixture of admiration and awe, " Kreacher is so honoured she let Kreacher see her .... Her lady Magique.... Great Noble House of Black is finally coming back.. Oh! Kreacher's poor old Mistress be so happy....."

Ara, still as the glowing entity, merely looked down upon the elf and said, "You have failed The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, elf. You sold out your Master. After your current Mistress ordered you not to, you still wanted him dead. You shall face adequate consequences." Beside her, Sirius and Harry were shaking from uncontrolled anger. "NO.......... LADY MAGIQUE...... PLEASE..... KREATURE is not..... please..... Kreacher lives to serve The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. NO.... Kreacher wants the house to continue .... Kreacher is not...... not..... disobeying his mistress. Kreacher lives to serve The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.... Kreacher is a good elf.. Please..." He wailed loudly. The still glowing Ara however looked more angry at this, "Ara is a fool to think you are worthy to be the lead elf of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. I am not."

She turned to Sirius, "See that..... this is taken care of." Sirius drew to his full height, face distorted in aristocratic version of disgust, said, "Kreacher, I think it's time for you to join the previous elves who served The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black." Kreacher sobbed but stood up, his small figure shivering slightly, but his eyes shone as he said, "Kreacher is ready, Master, to....... to...... join the previous elves who served The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Kreacher is obeying The Lady Magique and Last Lord Sirius....and...and...Mistress Ara....dear mistress Ara...if Mistress Ara wants Kreacher's head," Kreacher sobbed hard that Harry almost reached out, but he noticed the hand that as was holding him suddenly started to twitch and feel cold.

Harry turned to find Ara's eyes and hair returning to normal. She said, "No.. Kreacher..stop." Kreacher stared, "Mistress..." Sirius turned just as Ara went back to the glowing magic. "Ara is a loving and forgiving fool who believes this elf is innocent. Sirius, do your duty. Ara doesn't understand." Sirius turned to Kreacher, his expression grim as he said, "Kreacher obey your mistress" Just as Kreacher summoned a large blade and started to slash it on himself, at the next moment, Ara violently fell down causing all thee to pause. As Sirius and Harry reached her, they saw that she was shaking uncontrollably, there were violent blue and golden colours spreading along her veins, "Kreacher did not do anything wrong. You are mistaken. Do not punish him. Sirius...please...ask him. He did not do anything." She convulsed as blood mixed with her tears. Kreacher said, "Mistress Ara knows. Kreacher is happy. Mistress must rest. Not worry about Kreacher... Kreacher is happy." Then the magic took Ara over as she again stood glowing gracefully, "Stupid girl.. she thinks she understands. I feel its magic. It has caused its master to die. Alright, for the girl's sake, elf, answer her, and then.... Sirius you do what you do. Clear?" Sirius nodded as Ara fell again, weaker than ever. His heart squeezed as he held her gently, "Love..." he murmured. "No... Kreacher... do.... Kreacher..." she tried to sit and fell again. Kreacher raised the blade and smiled, "Kreacher is happy. Mistress must rest. Not worry about Kreacher... Kreacher is happy." He slit his throat. Harry vomited as blood seeped from the deep gash. "No... Kreacher stop. Ara crawled and said, "Kreacher, I AM YOUR MISTRESS, LADY of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. I ORDER you to heal yourself and answer me. NOW" The elf stopped struggling and raised a hand to stitch the wound back. He gave a deep bow and said, " Kreacher is answering, Mistress."

Ara, now practically stuck to floor asked in a mild whisper, "She said about your magic. Tell me, Kreacher, do you really really think you caused any any of your Master's death? Do you actually believe so?" Kreacher tried to stay silent but had to answer. " Master's death.... Master Regulus.... Kreacher failed... Kreacher watched.... Master Regulus.... Oh young Master Regulus...." Ara whispered, "Voldemort caused that Kreacher. Voldemort killed Master Regulus. Not you. Never you... You....lady magic...heard that? It was a mistake. Kreacher is the best for..... The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black." And she glowed again, this time the entity smiling at Kreacher who bowed again. "It seems your belief affected your magic and confused me, elf. Next time, think before you believe. I do agree with your Mistress, you are a very dedicated elf. The house of Black is lucky to have you." The elf straightened up and said, "Kreacher lives to serve The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black." The lady magic said, "Kreacher, these three are very drained. Arrange a room large enough with three beds. Take care of them. Most importantly, lock down the house. Allow only Severus Snape and Remus Lupin inside. Keep all others away, especially....... Albus Dumbledore." She finished with a resolve. Kreacher clapped his hands and said, "Room is ready, Great lady of Magique. Kreacher is taking good care. And lock house full. Keep old greedy man away." As a golden light spread over the three of them, they fell asleep and Kreacher took them to their sanctuary.

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