Harry awoke suddenly from another one of his vivid nightmares. In this one as he was rocking Teddy to sleep one night, the baby's features began to twist and he became a Baby Voldemort. He then woke up. They varied every night but they always seems to include Voldemort. Standing beside his bed at Number 12 Grimmauld Place sat Kreacher. His eyes scanned Harry filled with a look of concern he usually saw Mrs. Weasly wearing. "Master Harry has been screaming in your sleep again", "Me's afraid someone bes hurting you, Master Harry" Kreacher rushed on in a almost motherly tone. "Thanks Kreacher, but I'm fine, please go back to sleep, it's a big day tomorrow." Harry sleepily yawned to Kreacher, who replied "Yes Master Harry, have a good night sleep." Kreacher said as he bowed out of Sirius's old bedroom. Harry watched as the door closed behind him. He glanced toward his bedside table and watched as the luminescent numbers switched from 2:59 to 3:00. He took his wand off the table and waved it at the door, "Muffliato", he whispered. "Kreacher should be able to get a good night's sleep now." Harry thought as he put his wand back and rolled over.
The next morning as Harry's clock began to BEEP, he rolled over and looked at it. "8 A.M already?," he asked it. His alarm clock began to speak "Yes! So get up you lazy bum! Before the sun goes down, early bird catches the worm!" " I know! I know!," Harry grumbled as he reached for his wand. "Silencio" he cast at his clock. He pocketed his wand and headed toward the closet. He chose a Navy Blue sets of robes, with a white polo and jeans underneath. As he was pulling them on, Kreacher entered with a tray laden with French Toast, Orange Juice, and the Daily Prophet. Its cover emblazoned with gold screamed "Harry Potter: Youngest Auror Ever! Details on pages 3,4,5,28,32, and 50! "Breakfast Master Harry?" Kreacher squeaked from underneath the tray he held over his head. "Thanks Kreacher!" Harry tightened his belt, pulled his robes over his head, pocketed his wand, and took the tray off of Kreacher. Finally relived of the tray, Kreacher snapped his fingers and a table appeared in mid-air, hovered for a second, and then gently dropped down in front of Harry. He snapped again and a armchair did the same thing, and stopped under his knees. "Anything else Master Harry," Kreacher asked as he started toward the door. "Actually yes." "Do we have any more of Mr. Hairy's Magical Quick Shave Razors?" Kreacher rubbed his chin "I think we do, I'll check. If I find any I'll magic them into the cabinet, if not I'll go out today and buy some." "Thanks!" Harry squeaked threw a mouth full of French Toast. He quickly finished breakfast and banished his tray back to the Kitchen. He then vanished the table and chair. "Now to shave," he thought. He went into the Bathroom and pulled out his last Magical Quick Shave Razor. He opened the package and supervised as the Razor, lathered Harry with shaving cream and trimmed his morning stubble. When it was finished it disappeared in a puff of smoke. "Well not off to Ginny's to celebrate her Birthday with her! "Orchideous" he murmered twirling his wand in mid-air. He then caught then banquet of flowers that appeared. With a little spin and a "POP" he disapparated to The Burrow.