Author's note: Credit to the marvellous and amazing Hogwarts-Hero for this idea! Kreacher reflects on the other Potters (as realistically as I could make it) which I thought summed up the fic and provided a nice epilogue sort of feel. It also rounds it up to a nice round 10 chapters. Again, it is slightly over 100 words but never mind! I officially declare this fic over and I want to thank all of the lovely lovely people who have reviewed. If you are reading this now and it was posted years ago then please do still review because I will still be on the site writing other fics and I love to hear opinions on even the ones I have finished as I revise them all the time and I am forever changing things. Thank you so much and I do hope you enjoy the last chapter!
Kreacher
I'm not a Potter house elf, that is to say I wasn't, I was a Black through and through. I learnt their ways, their habits and adopted their opinions, I was a true Black with a black heart to match. And then there was my Reggie, a true Black too and yet so much more. Someone to confide in and to talk to, but he left, he was killed for the same reasons the Blacks despised people, every since then I have not been a Black. I became a Potter later on, the boy-who-lived's house elf. He reminds me of Reggie somedays, and James is growing up to be much the same. I never used to like the original James Potter, friends with Sirius he was, I always hated Sirius, he used to pick on Reggie mercilessly. I never met his wife Lily but apparently Harry's daughter Lily is very much like her. My favourite will always be Al though, I am almost as close to him as I was to Reggie…my first friend, Reggie…