Even Death Eaters have their weaknesses. Even the evil give in to temptations. Even the dark seeks out light.
After a brutal punishment from The Dark Lord, Cassiopeia seeks out fellow Death Eater Severus Snape. She's in desperate need of aid. But t...
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Kreacher's existence had been as miserable as most any house elf. Especially after the loss of "his mistress" Walburga Black- to whom he was particularly fond of- and even more so after the untimely death of Regulus Black. He'd been serving the House Of Black with fanatical loyalty for most of his life. That was until he was forced to do Sirius Black's bidding. His loyalty and total dedication was nothing more than order after Sirius- the last of the family outside of the unwed Cassiopeia- took over his enslavement. He did nothing to make Kreacher's lot easier. It didn't help that Kreacher was the only soul alive that knew the details behind Master Regulus' disappearance, having seen his demise with his own elf eyes.
He relived that wretched night over and over in his head every single night.
Inside Crystal Cave- Slytherin's locket in hand- Kreacher stared as Regulus drank the last of the potion in the basin. He looked on in silence as his Master suffered delusions, pain, suffering, and an unquenching dire thirst. And finally, he watched the Inferi's hands pull Regulus into the inky decaying water. Unable to defy, it was the last thing he witnessed in that gloomy cave before he left as he was ordered.
Under strict orders by the deceased Regulus, Kreacher was never to tell the Black family of what had happened and was unable to destroy the locket, despite his many attempts. This inability to complete an order of his master was the final act that drove him to insanity.
Then, complete ownership switched over to the Potter boy. A fire set to a pile of ash, Kreacher's life became even more dejected than he thought possible.
Kreacher was disgusted with the blood traitor and likewise Harry had no desire to have anything to do with him. He ordered him to work in the kitchens at Hogwarts at Dumbledore's suggestion so he and the other house-elves could keep a close watch on him.
And now he was here. Sequela Estate. The Far away Sister to Grimmauld Place. What The House Of Black should've looked like before Kreacher let it go to hell. A different shell on the outside, Sequela Estate held on the inside-- one of the last- Noble House of Black's remaining heirs. Cassiopeia Black herself.
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Eager with caution, Cassiopeia rounded the corner heading for the kitchens- Severus on her heels. She'd fully dressed herself in Slytherin colors and done a quick finger-comb through her ebony hair; stunning and cunning even in her final trimester. Severus couldn't help but glance her way every so often- her verdant greens enticing him further and further away from earlier happenings.
