Kreacher cleans. All day. Everyday.
Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.
Cleaning, until the Brat with possessed, unnatural hair walks through the door of the Noble House of Black (how dare she?) She looks at Kreacher, not with the disgust Master usually gives Kreacher. It is almost like she pities Kreacher. But Kreacher doesn't want her pity. Kreacher watches as she throws herself onto a chair next to Master, and then, after having a conversation with Master, she gets up and trips over her own feet, knocking over plates that Kreacher knows the Mistress and Master used to cherish. Kreacher knows where the Brat is going. She walks up the staircase, and knocks on the werewolf's door. The piece of filth that is staying in the Noble House of Black, the diseased beast that the Brat adores.
Kreacher watches them, every day. Sometimes the Brat will walk in the Beast's room, and he will be sleeping, and then she will just jump into bed with the Beast! Kreacher watches as every full moon, the Beast will lock himself in his room, howling, yelping and growling. And the Brat will walk the corridor, her face pale, her hair brown as she bites her nails. When the Beast appears she will kiss the cursed Beast on the lips! One time Kreacher heard her say "I could wait a lifetime to have one of your cuddles, Remus", and when Kreacher heard that, Kreacher felt like retching.
Sometimes, when the Brat is away, Kreacher will over-hear conversations with Master and the Beast. The Beast will sometimes say that he isn't good enough for the Brat, and even though her Mother is a filthy Blood Traitor, Kreacher agrees. Not even a Mudblood deserves a werewolf. Still, at night when they think they are alone, Kreacher will hear them doing thinks no noble being would dare to do without the knowledge of being married. Kreacher knows that the Mistress isn't happy with their presence, and every time poor mistress screams (quite rightly) about how she is uncomfortable with their presence, they hex and jinx her, curse her and close her curtains.
Today Kreacher watches as the Brat waits after her knock on the door, watches as the Beast smiles at her presence, takes her hand, and they lock the door behind them. Kreacher knows what will happen now. Kreacher knows they will talk about things for some time, then everything will go quiet, and then Kreacher knows it is truly time to evacuate. Kreacher cannot even bear to listen to the talking today, so Kreacher goes downstairs and Kreacher makes an effort to polish the silver. Then, after about half and hour, her hears Master stroll up the stairs and knock on the locked door. The two appear, and he begins to laugh, "You two really need to get a place of your own." The Brat rolls her eyes but smiles at Master, and the beast laughs along with him. As they walk down the stairs, Master see's Kreacher and looks at him with dislike. "What are you doing" he asks, even though Kreacher knows he couldn't care less.
Kreacher feels anger well up inside of him, like it was Master's business to ask such a rude question. But Kreacher just mumbles a simple reply of "Cleaning," and walks up to the den.
Kreacher feels happy when Kreacher is in Kreacher's den. Kreacher cannot her the two filthy blooded, shape-shifting freaks, and the disrespectful, arrogant Master. Kreacher hopes that Miss Bella and Miss Cissy will pay him a visit soon, and give Kreacher a rest from the awful place Kreacher used to be proud to be a part of.
As Kreacher settles down, Kreacher can't help but wish that Kreacher could be brave, like Master Regulus, and stick up for what Kreacher believes. But Kreacher knows that will never happen, so Kreacher now prepare himself for another day of doing the thing he does best.
Cleaning. Cleaning. Cleaning.
