Out of The Shadows (Golden Trio Era) {1}

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"Hello Mikayla." Kreature's cranky voice filled her ears, "She's mistress to you, Kreature." Sirius voice came from the doorframe, "No I am not. I asked Kreature to cut the Mistress nonsense. I'm not superior to him, so I don't act like it." "No you don't understand, he's a house-elf, he's is lower class compared to you." Sirius takes a knee beside Mikayla, "I understand the prejudice of having a house-elf. But I don't like prejudice, I prefer to earn loyalty over inheriting it. I've given Kreature permission to tell me 'no' and decide whether or not I deserve his service. I treat him the same way I'd treat anyone, with respect." Mikayla got off the ground and left a bewildered Sirius in the hall. "Just like her mother." Kreature shook his head 'no', "Enya was a good woman, but Mikayla will be a great one." The elf returned to his cursing mumbling, making his way upstairs to clean up the rest of the third floor rooms whilst Sirius followed Mikayla into the kitchen.

"Fred. George. NO, JUST CARRY THEM!" Molly shrieked, everyone turned around and everyone but Mikayla immediately threw ourselves away from the table, when they saw a scolding cauldron and a flagon fly quickly through the air toward the table. The cauldron thudded then skidding into the middle of the table. The bottom of it left burn marks across the treated wood. The flagon fell on it's side and butterbeer poured out of it all over Mikayla's lap. The bread knife slipped from the cutting board that floated precariously overhead and landed sharp edge down in the table where Sirius' hand was moments before. "FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!" Molly's terrified voice had grown angry. "THERE WAS NO NEED. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DODN'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!" She scolded them. It was quite amusing to watch. Harry, and Sirius laughed quietly from their chairs. "We were just trying to save a bit of time! Sorry Sirius, mate- didn't mea to..." Fred reached over the table and yanked the knife out. "Sorry Mikayla for the spillage." George handed her a kitchen towel to dry herself off, "Boys, your mother's right, you're supposed to show a sense of responsibility now you've come of age." Arthur repositioned the cauldron to the centre of the table and cleaned up the spilled butterbeer that hadn't made it's way onto Mikayla just yet. "-none or your brothers caused this sort of trouble!" Molly yelled, obviously frustrated. She set down a new flagon of butterbeer and knocked just as much out of it as the twins had. "Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't Charm everything he met! Percy-" Molly stopped herself and stared at Arthur with a frightened and hurt look on her face.

"Let's eat." Bill said quickly, wanting to steer away from the subject of Percy.  "It looks wonderful, Molly." Remus said, ladling stew onto a plate and passing it across the table, for a few minutes, no one said anything. No one worried about evil forces that could attack any moment. No one picked up a Daily Prophet and sneered at the propaganda they were mass printing, usually involving Harry and or Dumbledore. They all just sat in silence and enjoyed sliced beef and chopped potatoes, dinner time was a peaceful time at 12 Grimmauld Place. The steam from the hot stew rose and fogged up Harry's glasses as he leaned over the dish. He looked up and through his steamy glasses, blinking profusely, Mikayla chuckled lightly into her spoon. Molly wiped her mouth with her napkin and turned to Sirius. "I've been meaning to tell you, there's something trapped in that writing desk in the drawing room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course, it could just be a boggart, but I thought we ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it before we let it out." "Whatever you like." He replied indifferently. "The curtains in there are full of doxies too," She continued. "I thought we might try and tackle them tomorrow." "I look forward to it." He said, sarcasm hinting in his voice. "Dad... I know you hate cleaning duty but Mrs Weasley is just trying to curate a plan. so play nice."  Mikayla whispered in Sirius' ear, he was about to retaliate but Mikayla sent him a look that would make McGonagall proud, she he returned to his soup.

Tonks began entertaining Mikayla, Hermione and Ginny as she does everyday, changing her facial features between spoonfuls of stew. She was morphing her nose into different shapes and appearances such as a long protruding nose, what looked like a button mushroom, and a nose that had very long grey hairs spilling out of each nostril. "Do that one like a pig snout, Tonks..." Ginny laughed. She nodded and a fleshy-pink snout grew from her nose and wiggled. "Can you do the duck bill?" Mikayla asked between breaths of hysterically laughing. Soon enough, Mikayla got bored, a mischievous smile grows on her lips as she picked put her bread roll and began pulling pieces off it and throwing them at Harry who was across the table. He didn't notice until one of the bigger pieces hit him in the nose, Mikayla looked away pretending that it wasn't her but she could feel Harry's glared burning into the side of her face.