Hey! I have finally finished this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!
Taking the floo network was a daunting business, almost as menacing as flying. Making sure elbows were tucked in, trying to catch the right fireplace and not the wrong one. It was all very baffling. Finally reaching the Weasley's fireplace, I tumbled out into a cold, unwelcome room. Maybe it was the wrong fireplace; mortal objects littered the floor whilst Wizarding paraphernalia was cluttered in the corner. It looked like a ghastly disagreement between the mortal and Wizarding worlds. I was sure I was in the wrong room.
The door creaked open, letting a sliver of light to slide into the room. Snaking its way towards my eyes, it was almost too bright. I scrunched up my eyes as the light travelled into my unused eyes. A diminutive, grubby creature stood in the doorway; it was holding cleaning supplies and something glinted from his torso.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my room, young boy?" He croaked out as he shuffled his way towards me.
"My name is Percy Jackson and is this room found in the Weasley home and if it is, could you show me how to get back to the main house?" I replied, not knowing where I as and how I'm going to get back.
"You're friends with young master Harry Potter. You are indeed in the Weasley abode and my name is Kretcher. Please follow me sir." The strange creature wheezed out. Kretcher laid his cleaning supplies in a majorly clean area near the door to his area.
I heaved myself up from the collected trash and followed the long-standing and rather thin weirdness. There was no other way to describe him. A dirty long forgotten cloth hung from his thin, bony shoulders and was tied at the bottom in two neat knots. His skin draped in folds around his spindly form, creating a decrepit look around his figure. A winking chain peeked from around his neck leading to a locket that was bouncing proudly on his chest.
As I made my way through twisting corridors, the feeling in the sir got warmer and warmer. Kretcher pushed open a white washed wooden door. Warm air blasted me in the face. A flurry of blonde hair rushed at me; tackling me into a hug.
"We thought we lost you Percy. I didn't know where you went. Oh gods Percy, I didn't know what I was going to do without you." Annabeth whispered into my shoulder.
I rubbed her shaking back, contempt rushing through my veins; collecting at my feet and my brain. A bustling Mrs Weasley hastened towards us, her face almost as red as her hair. Wisps of fiery hair escaped her messy locks.
"Oh my dears, where ever did you pop out?" her worried voice whispered.
"I don't know Mrs Weasley. However, a small animal or creature helped me back here. He was called Kretcher, ma'am." I replied, curiosity lacing my voice. I wanted to know what the strange, little creature was. Mrs Weasley's brows furrowed in concentration, maybe Kretcher was just a figure of my imagination. I looked down at my darling wise girls face; hers too was scrunched up in confusion. When Mrs Weasley opened her mouth, it wasn't her who spoke. It was Harry.
"Kretcher? Are you sure it was Kretcher?" I nodded, not knowing what was wrong.
"Is something wrong?" I questioned, not fully understanding the situation.
"No, nothing is wrong except that Kretcher is supposed to be in Grimmauld Place, looking after the house there. How can you get here from Grimmauld?"
I just shrugged my shoulders, wizard problems always confused me. A huff came from in front of me; Mrs Weasley had an arm extended towards me and Annabeth, inviting us to step forward into the glorious warmth of the burrow. I looked behind me for Kretcher, but he had disappeared and there was no proof of an old, white washed door, just a battered old hearth. What happened obviously was just a figure of my imagination. However, perhaps I didn't make it up. There really was a creature called Kretcher and a passageway connecting the Burrow to the place called Grimmauld.
Maybe just, maybe.