The Final

Chapter Five

Kreacher comes back with Mundungus, a criminal, and...

"Dobby," I squeal in joy. Dobby is a house elf Harry set free from the Malfoys. He has big, brown eyes full of wonder and curiosity.

Dobby is real nice. I heard he risked getting punished to save Harry's life when the chamber was open again.

"Hi," he says. He starts walking down the table. "Dobby saw Kreacher, which Dobby thought was weird. Then Kreacher mentioned Harry Potter and Dobby helped."

"Thank you two," I tell the two house elves. "Would you two like some cookies? They're fresh."

Dobby's head bounces up and down while others look at me weird.

"What? I just finished baking and I thought they might enjoy some. You three can easily deal with this low life."

"Oi," Mundungus snaps.

"You let Moody die," I yell. "You better thank your lucky stars you're alive."

I go into the kitchen and grab a plate off the counter. When I put it on the table, their gone in a second. I shrug my shoulders and listen to Harry ask the criminal questions.

"More?" Mundungus snaps. "That wouldn't have been effing difficult...bleedin' gave it away, di'n' I? No choice."

"What do you mean?" Harry asks.

"I was selling in Diagon Alley and she come up to me and asks if I've got a license for trading in magical artefacts. Bleedin' snoop. She was gonna fine me, but she took a fancy to the locket an' told me she'd take it and let me off that time, and to fink meself lucky. Little woman. Bow on top of 'er head...Looked like a toad."

I shift through the newspapers until I find a certain picture.

"Is this her?" I ask. Mundungus nods his head. I show the picture to the others.

"Umbridge," I mutter under my breath. I look at Mundungus. "Leave while you're still alive. And don't mutter a word about this encounter."

He dissapears.

"You're bloody scary at times," Ron informs me. I smile at him.

"I'll start the Polyjuice Potion," Hermione and I say at the same time. We look at each other. "You know how to make it?"

"This is bloody creepy," Ron states.

"I agree with Ron," Harry says.

"Why don't both of us work on it?" I offer. "It'll go faster."

She nods her head and we go to find the ingredients. Which conveniently is all in the house.