Hogwarts: A Happily Ever After

Chapter Two: Kreacher's Misses

Chapter 2:

Kreacher’s Misses

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Harry felt pulled in a million different directions – the strongest of which was Ginny. He knew he couldn’t see her yet, but Merlin did he want to! So many things to do, he’d see her eventually, and she’d forgive him, because under that frustrating, fierce, fiery haired woman was the most compassionate and loving woman he’d ever met. Harry sat up slowly, the blood flowing to his brain in agonizing drips. After several minutes of yawning, blinking, and rubbing his eyes he looked around, trying to figure out where his body had rested. Blinking a few more times, he realized quickly that he didn’t recognize the beautiful beach below his hammock. A small, feeble table was beside him with several vials of potions, all distinctly labeled with what it cured. Behind them a fresh robe and knickers lay folded with a plate of sandwiches on top. He slowly slipped from the hammock, quickly changing and sitting down on the white sandy beach to eat. After feebly accomplishing that task, he looked through the potions,

“who labels potions like this?” he asked in to the abandoned beach..

“Headache..yup” he downed it quickly.

“Calming..Yup,

 Pain.. Merlin yes..

Common poisons..Sure,why not?..

PepperUp.. Definitely..

The last potion Harry read was almost labeled accurately, “Blood replenishing” it was then that it occurred to him that, even though he had already downed the pain potion, he didn’t hurt too much when he awoke. Gently checking under his fresh robes, he noticed that the cuts and gashes that he knew were present when he staggered through the castle last night were gone. Huh, might as well be safe. Downing the last potion, he lay back on the beach fully dressed, his robes quickly becoming dirty.

“Master! I have just cleaned those! Up! Up you get!”

The POP! had made Harry shoot up straight, looking for the source.

“Kreacher..” he breathed.

The little elf’s ears were hanging unusually low, and amazingly, large tears were slipping from the elf’s eyes. Harry was taken by surprise, never had he seen Kreacher look so.. Human. “Kreacher, it’s okay.. everything’s going to be okay now. Why are you crying?” For a split second, Harry saw the flash of a familiar face standing before him, for a second he could almost make out Dobby’s face in Kreachers, the same face Dobby put on when he went on his, “Harry Potter is the best wizard in the world” spiel, and just like that it was gone.

“Kreacher has healed Master.. Kreacher has healed many with potions and balms from the battle, but Kreacher cannot heal her, Kreacher cannot perform the magic and Kreacher needs her healed Master!” as he spoke, Kreacher continually smashed the empty potion vials on his head as he told his Master he “needed” something from him.

“KREACHER!” Harry yelled angrily. “I.. I command you to never harm yourself in any way, and if you ever need anything from me, you need only ask!” Kreachers words finally sank in, his heart rapidly splitting in to pieces. “Kreacher, who is “her”? he gasped.

“Kreacher will take you to his Misses.. Harry Potter will help, she doesn’t think you wills, but you wills, Harry Potter is a great wizard.”

His Misses? Who’s Misses? Ginny…Merlin does the pain ever stop?

“Take me Kreacher, now!” 

Unexpectedly Kreacher flew himself at Harry, tangling his arms around his head, planting a sloppy kiss in his hair followed by a loud “POP!”