The instant that the vermin who were desecrating the house had gone down to the kitchen for their dinner, Kreacher snuck into the drawing room with the intent to salvage some of his beloved families possessions. How that foul, loathsome, ungrateful brat has the gall to throw away the most prized heirlooms of his forefathers made Kreacher's blood boil. Mistress would be so angry with him. Kreacher shuddered, he did not want to face her wrath. He knew Mistress would punish Kreacher horribly. All because the ungrateful spawn had no respect. Kreacher dove into one of the rubbish bags, trying to look through it as quietly as possible. Luckily he pulled out a few prized items. Mistress would want these saved, yes most definitely.
As he delved into the bag once more he heard the door to the drawing room squeak open. Kreacher froze. Slowly he turned towards the door. The nasty mudblood girl with large bushy hair stood in the doorway staring at him. Her eyes were wide with something he wasn't sure of. Why does the mudblood stare at him this way? Filthy, despicable master allowing such vermin into the house of the great and noble Black family. The mudblood's expression faltered. Kreacher did not like the thought of her disgustingly dirty hands handling the possessions of his Mistress and her ancestors.
"Hello Kreacher," Hermione smiled tentatively at the elf.
Why is the mudblood speaking to me? What does she want? Kreacher doesn't know how this filth has the audacity to stand boldly before him, the servant of the most prestigious house of Black.
"Are you okay, Kreacher?" Hermione soldiered on, attempting to ignore the insults the small elf had just spouted towards her as Hermione knew that Kreacher didn't really understand.
Kreacher stared back, his dark eyes slightly narrowed at her. Why is the mudblood asking how Kreacher is? Kreacher wants her and all the blood-traitor brats out of the house. They are soiling the floor they walk upon. The mudblood was still staring at him. He saw her take one step closer to him that caused him to shudder. Kreacher spit at the floor before her feet. The mudblood should not come to close to Kreacher.
"Hermione," a voice not too far away called. "What's taking you so long?"
In the next instant the spoilt brat, Master Sirius, walked into the room. Upon seeing Kreacher his expression changed to one of immense hatred.
"What're you doing up here?" Sirius sneered. "Trying to steal back some of the goblin-made jewellery?"
"No Master, Kreacher was just helping to clean up the mess the mudblood made with the blood traitors," Kreacher replied, with a deep bow that caused his nose to touch the floor.
"Get out of this room and go and clean something you vile beast," Sirius spat.
"Of course, master," Kreacher silkily replied, bowing low again before heading out the door. "Master was always so spoilt, the ungrateful little brat bringing mudbloods, half breeds, and blood traitors into the great and most noble house of-"
"SHUT UP," Sirius roared, before slamming the door behind him.
Master Black would get what was coming to him, and the mudblood and blood traitors would too.