DISCLAIMER: I am making no money off of this, and this site isn't either. This is purely fan-fiction written by a weird person who has absolutely nothing better to do than write this stuff. I don't own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, Snape, etc. J.K.R. does.
Just a brief drabble, folks!
Obsequious Little Kreacher
"Kreacher! Get out my traveling bag! We are going to visit Lucretia in Cambridge!"
The year was 1945.
"Yes, Mistress Walburga. I shall always do as Mistress Walburga Black commands." The house-elf, back already bent with age, tottled away to fetch it.
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"Kreacher! Go get me a few bangers and a waffle! I'm starved up here!"
The year was 1969.
"Yes Master Regulus. I shall always do as Master Regulus demands." So, the increasingly-decrepit house-elf shuffled away to fetch it.
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"Kreacher! Throw that bloody picture of my mother out the window!"
The year was 1994
"Yes Master Sirius. I must always do as Master Sirius commands because he is the son of Mistress Walburga and the brother of Master Regulus—"
"--Do you have to go through that bloody song and dance every time I ask you to do something?"
"Yes, Master Sirius."
There was a thump as Sirius banged his head on the table in exasperation.
The End!