It had been a long day, and all Mundungus Fletcher wanted to do was go home and sit before the fire with a nice, and hopefully large, glass of brandy.
First he had been accosted in the street by some old toad from the Ministry demanding to see his street peddler's license (like he had the time to go get one of those), and then...
Mundungus cast a glance over his shoulder again. He had always been the paranoid sort of man, but now he definitely had the feeling he was being followed. Unfortunately, every time he attempted to catch the person behind it, he only saw thin air.
"Gettin' old you are" Mundungus mumbled under his breath, "Jumpin' at shadows now.. need to lay off the firewhiskey..."
BAM
Mundungus jumped, whirling around and drawing his wand, only to find himself pointing at a scraggly old cat, who had upended a trash can on its pursuit of dinner.
"And now yer hexing cats" he murmured again, hitching his cloak up tighter around his shoulders as he continued his journey toward home. He could just about see his house, such as it was, when from behind he heard a very distinct popping noise.
"Not gonna get me this time are ya?" he muttered, thinking only of his brandy now. "Not turning 'round no more!"
Suddenly, Mundungus felt himself pitching forward into the dirt, coughing as the sounds of two small beings fighting on top of him made him roll his eyes.
"Bleedin' House Elves!" he bellowed, managing to push them off and regain his feet, "A nuisance they are, fighting in the street like common drunkards!"
Mundungus turned, intending to finish his walk (and his long day) when he was again knocked to his knees.
"Dobby found him!" he heard as he was rolled over onto his back. "Dobby will take him to Harry Potter!"
"T'was Kreacher that found him" came another voice, really nothing more than a croak. "Kreacher will take the thief back to Master Potter"
"Why you're the elf from Grimmauld Place!" Mundungus exclaimed, "Creature wasn't it?"
"Krecher" the elf croaked, eyeing him disdainfully. "And you're coming with me"
"And Dobby sir!" came another squeak.
"Nay, I'm going -"
But that was all he got out before the elves grabbed him - while fighting with each other again - and apparated him back to Grimmauld Place where Harry Potter and his friends were waiting to question him.