Written for the Musical Chairs competition
Character: Kreacher
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Kreacher never did care much for Master Sirius. The young Black only ever brought pain to his mother, something the aging elf could never forgive. He didn't understand the Gryffindors need to cause such chaos and dismay everywhere he turned. The loud noise from his room woke Kreacher early in the morning, and his constant fiddling kept Kreacher up late at night.
He in no way cared for young Master Sirius.
As an elf, he was to be seen, not heard, unless previously instructed. So to say that he was easdropping was a cruel accusation. It was more like he had been waiting for his servitudes to be, and had simply overheard the conversation. With the way Madam Black was screaming, he could have been in the kitchen and still heard what she was saying.
"How dare you Sirius!" Madam Black's voice was what had drawn Kreacher towards the closed door of the tapestry room. "The shame you are bringing to this family!"
"That's not how I see it!" Master Sirius's voice yelled back with equal fury as his mother. Kreacher had to suppress the rage that built into him at the way the boy was speaking to the woman. "What you call shame, I'd rather call freedom!"
"Freedom?" Madam Black's voice was accusing. "With those disgraces you call friends. I don't know what you see in that lot. A bunch of fuck ups and disgraces they are."
"You don't know what you are talking about!"
"Do I!" Madam Black's voice was pitching even higher. From behind him, Kreacher could make out the sound of doors shutting as the occupants of the house hid themselves away from the row that was taking place. Kreacher stood where he was, unable to turn away. "That Pettigrew boy? Disgusting family he comes from. And the lanky one, the Lupin boy is no better. For all its worth, that Potter boy may already be a Muggle with the way he prances about. Shaming his name. And don't get me started on that Mudblood girl-"
"Don't you dare talk of Lily that way!" Sirius's voice was reaching dangerous levels. Kreacher wondered if now would be a good time to back away from the door. "You don't know anything about her or the others. You're too stuck in this little world of yours. Your too blinded by your own petty beliefs to see that maybe you're wrong about the world."
"I knew that Gryffindor house would cause me trouble." Madam Black's snicker could be heard through the door. "Look what they've done to you. Turned you into a no good blood traitor have they?"
"I'd rather be a blood traitor than a bitter old hag like yourself!"
The slap that rang through the home sent a shiver down Kreacher's spine. He had seen madam Black lay a hand on her children more than once, to do so now was normal.
"How dare you boy!" Madam Black's voice cut loud through the air. "Get out! Get out of my house! I will not have a blood traitor under my roof!"
"Fine!" Sirius's voice was closer to the door than prior. Kreacher began to back away from the door, just as the heavy wood swung open. Master Sirius stood in the doorway, his back turned to the elf. "I don't want to be here anyway."
Master Sirius turned, his eyes blazing with anger. He paid no mind to the elf as he stormed passed. Kreacher; the good servant he is, scampered into the room to find Madam Black sitting in a large backed chair. Her hand over her heart. At the sight of the elf, she frowned even harder. "Ah, Kreacher. There you are. I was about to summon you. Get me a glass of whiskey. Strong. And leave the bottle."
"Yes Mistress." Kreacher bowed, backing out of the room.