He knew it wasn't a dream, his head was thumping in pain when his eyelids were closed wondering where he could be. It was vivid, he remembered he was in the portal the moment it was frightening transportation he ever been in his life. Oddly he was now on the soft landing he could not make out of, but he deduced it was a bed he was lying on. His hand smoothened on the given space and confirmed by the touch of comfortable mattress, he then groaned with relief, his thought wandered a moment telling himself he was safe. Whatever the portal is, it lead him to a place he may not been but he was comfortable to lie on the bed.

He then awakened by the noise of snore, looking at the left where he saw his best friend Harry Potter, he gasped. His mind reeling back thinking isn't Harry Potter already dead, but on the familiar bed he once shared a bedroom with him. Bewildered, he swiftly glancing around and took in the surrounding, familiar to his memory and it sank in: it was Grimmauld Place. He took in deep breath as to calm himself, willed to gather thoughts, his pose turned guarded, the moment the memory seeped in his mind.

The flashback was vivid, he felt the history became de ja vu, he remembered but relieving right now at the same place he had plans to meet Harry Potter. He recalled he asked Harry to be allowed sleep over at his home, and he packed his belonging that day before they moved home as house mates. Smile crept on his face as he thought of living outside of his house on his own, and it was a moment of spur but a dream, with Harry Potter he doesn't mind.

Later he slowly sat up on the bed, yawned the moment when covered his opened mouth, and Harry was still on his bed sleeping soundly. His stomach then grumbled as loud in the room, he slightly blushed but he was on his feet, to the kitchen below and down the stairs.

Kreacher was there and busying with a pan, which flicked up and down magically as it followed his waving finger as if under direction. He did not break eye contact at the pan the moment Ron came in:

'You awake, sir, your breakfast will be ready soon, next five minutes it'll on the table. Have a seat.'

Ron looked gratefully at him as his nose burning with aromatic smell of pancakes, his stomach churned with hunger when he sat on his favorite seat. He poured apple juice to his cup, and then slurped while Kreacher laid a dish of few pancakes on table. He nodded with appreciation but feeling uncomfortable, by the stares from him, which Ron could not make out of it. He returned the stare and noticed the difference: Kreacher's eyes were thoughtful and not penetrating into his eyes, and he could not place in words to describe the feeling, but the nagging sense came to instinct he knew Kreacher somehow knew too.

'You're the same person but in different era. It doesn't matter, this home is always welcome with opened doors. You're expected to meet him again, your spiritual guide knows where to meet you soon. There's no rush, expect the unexpected timing when he finds you.'

Ron ogled at him when dropping his spoon the moment Kreacher finished his sentence.

'You know him? How do I know if he wants to meet? Because I have to meet him right now! I've time travel back to my teen body, only god and him knows can explain!'

His yell earned a swift kick on his calf and his eye watered with reproached look from the house elf, later he pursed his lip and elf clicked his finger but nothing happened.

'You almost awake my master up, I've put enchantment around him and he won't be disturbed by noises. He deserved a break, after he lose many friends and relatives, his godson will be here soon as a member next few months. Don't ask me how I know. I'm inborn supernatural knowing the expected which I'm not to leak.' He looked at Ron. 'This is between you and me, all the words you may tell Harry about this true tale of yours, are forgotten when words are spilled. Don't tell me you haven't been warned.'

He added.

'Harry has to know, he had told me secret I've been keeping and I know he can,' Ron said hotly. 'Why this rule is so important I can't say?'

Kreacher paused as he gazed carefully at him, his eyes showing a moment of emotion but hardened, with words weighed down in slow momentum.

'I know it's not going to be easy, we're bind by our population that secret are not to be told… it concerns with dangers we pass information to wizards. Please don't ask no more.'

Without warning, he hit his head with a pan that one pancake flew out to the wall and howled; Ron was on feet, snatched the pan away from him, gave a stern look, Kreacher looked down miserably to the floor.

'I won't ask anymore, you have my word,' Ron said, hastened his words and put the pan aside. 'So, whatever I say about it, it becomes censored?'

'With me and spiritual guide, it's not censored. It does have immediate effect when you told my master or Madam Granger. It becomes different scenario. If you wish to divulge, Harry won't believe it anyway. I daresay you don't have to try, since any private conversations are reserved between three of us. There's no option, but you may re-consider your stay in this alternate world.'

Ron hesitated. 'Let me eat breakfast first,' he said quickly, 'I'll think it through.'

Kreacher nodded then clicking his fingers, the pancake which stuck on the wall unstuck with a loud 'pop', then scrunched up with a force of his magical power, before it landed on the sink as the tap automatically washed it. Few minutes later, it returned to the pan Kreacher now holding and resume to bake above the fire. Ron watched it with admiration privately while he was eating pancakes.

'Pancakes still can be edible if you know it can do karate. I don't think my power has been entirely used up, but...' Kreacher looked hopefully at it, which suddenly stood up and wiggled around the pan as if it try to break dance. 'It's feeble karate dance anyway.'