Draco's sister

chapter 12

Sera pov

Harry and his friends stared at each other for a long while, until they jumped up on their feet and ran out from the room and up the stairs like the devil was after them.

" Hm," I shrugged my shoulder and pulled out the script Tom wanted me to look through, from my bag and looked at the first pages that were beautifully written by Toms handwriting. While hearing the racket over my head, and dust slowly falling down from the roof, landing on me and the script. But the dust didn't bother me at all. It wasn't like it was going to bite me in any way.

Brushing off the dust from the pages, I turned my attention back to the script, while the sound over me got louder and louder like somebody was jumping right over my head. But a few minutes later the racket over me stopped and sound of somebody running down the stairs, filled the place.

"It's not there," Harry walked in with his friends, and they all looked like they were confused over something. " The room looked like somebody was here before us."

Hermione stared at the ground in deep thought. " But who?. " She looked up and looked like she just realized something. " Now that I think about it, there are many things that are gone from this place."

Harry looked around. " Yeah, you are right. But how is that possible?. Kreacher wouldn't let anybody take things that belonged to Mrs. Black or her family."

" Who is Kreacher?." I ask in curiosity while putting down the script back in my bag.

"He is the house-elf of this house." Harry turned to the ground with sad eyes. " When my godfather died, he left this house to me, and Kreacher came along. But he doesn't like me, or my friends because his loyal is.."

He pointed his head out to the hall, where the screaming portrait was. " to Mrs. Black. "

" Oh," was the only thing I said while glancing at the hall and wonder how the portrait could have the energy to scream so much. She reminded me so much of Jenny who screamed when she didn't get her way, which was every day. Now I got an idea of how Jenny would be when she got older, not a happy thought of the future.

" And where is Kreacher now?." I ask, and looked around to see a small figure. Back when i was little, and Dumbledore had me locked away from the world, I only had books that taught me about the outside world.

What creature existed, plants, and many more.

And I only had a small memory about the house-elf, that they are small creatures between two to three feet tall, with spindly arms and legs and oversized heads and eyes.

Pointed, bat-like ears and high, squeaky voices, often dressed in pillowcases and tea-towels.

" Kreacher!." screamed Harry and looked around. " Come out!."

I stared at him, and wonder if the elf would really come out when somebody calls their name like they were a loyal dog or something.

" You called for Kreacher." Said a low voice beside me and I looked down to see a small creature with a bulbous, snout-like nose many folds of skin dressed in a dirty fabric stared up at me with bloodshot eyes. I didn't have to guess that this creature had a long history behind his back, a history that wasn't very kind.

He narrows his eyes at me and frowned. " Another blood traitor." He said with a low voice and walked away while his eyes were still on me. " My poor mistress, if she knew what her home was used for."

" Kreacher," Said Harry with a hard voice and held out the locket at the house-elf, and looked very serious. " We need to ask you some questions."

The house-elf stared at the locket with wide eyes. " That's master Regulus.."