Honestly, I've had this chapter basically written for a few weeks now while I was stuck on chapter 25. Enjoy!
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"We will find him, he has declared himself an enemy of the Nation." He said while checking the two over. He cursed. "They need the hospital." He said, worried. He glanced at Hedwig, "She needs a Healer as well."
The Aurors finally arrived, they took one look at what was going on, and made a perimeter while the courthouse security started getting people calmed down and out of the way. It was lucky for them that the only security there that day, were magically aware. Which, of course, was done on purpose. Moody clomped his way over.
He took one look, "I'll portkey them to St. Mungo's." He said shortly, and grabbed his Auror badge, which happened to double as an emergency port-key to two places. The hospital, and Auror headquarters. One muttered word, and the three wizards, plus one owl, were gone.
Albus Dumbledore walked up to the gate, in a pretty good mood. Sure, Sirius Black survived, but he would be out of the picture for a while, and his assassin had yet to be caught, although not for lack of trying on the part of the Goblin nation. When he reached the gate, he pushed his magic into the rune on the side, and waited for one of the prison guards to come let him in. He smirked slightly at the fact that not one person questioned why Gellert Grindlewald was being placed inside his own prison when, by all accounts, the prison's wards were all tied to him.
People were so stupid, they never even thought to question something like that. Purely because he was the one to suggest it.
He loved being in charge.
Of course, the truth of the matter was that the wards were controlled by both Gellert and himself, Albus Dumbledore. But... they didn't need to know that. Although, it was difficult blocking out Gellert's side of the connection to the wards. They had built the prison before the fight with Aberforth, the one where his sister was killed. It was only after that fight that Albus decided that they could go about it a different way, a more subtle way.
He wiped the smirk off his face and replaced it with his usual grandfatherly smile once the door opened. He brandished the papers (forged, of course) allowing him entry and said, "I'm here to see a prisoner."
The guard glared before he snatched them out of his hand to inspect them, leaving Dumbledore to control his impulse to curse this pathetic wizard. He was Albus Dumbledore! Nobody treated him that way! He controlled himself, though. He may have override control of the wards, but he didn't want to risk one of the other guards somehow getting an alert out if he lost it.
Once the guard determined the papers were good (they weren't), Albus was let in, and led to a security point, where he was probed for any artifacts and asked to hand over his wand. Which he did with a silent snarl, he really had to get the Elder Wand back, he had to find out what that idiot Dawlish did with it.
Once the guard was satisfied, he led Albus up a familiar flight of stairs towards what used to be his private study, up until he turned it into Gellert's prison cell. Well, as far as the guards were concerned, they only saw a prison cell, which was what the illusion over the cell doors let them see. In reality, it was still just as comfortable as Albus had made it years ago.
When they got there, both he and Gellert waited until the guard was gone before Albus slammed the privacy wards down around them.
"It's been a while since you've last visited, Albus. Come to gloat again about how your way is working better than mine?" Gellert finally asked tiredly. Comfortable study to live in or not, he was still stuck in this one room for the past few decades, without access to most of his magic, and his side of the connection to the wards blocked. Not to mention, the decades of listening to Albus gloating about how much progress he was making on their plans.
"Well it is." Albus muttered childishly. When all Gellert did was give him a look that said 'get to the point or get out', he shook his head. "I'm here to ask if your finally willing to do things my way."
Gellert snorted. He should have known that was what Albus was here for. That was what the majority of his visits consisted of anymore. They'd long since run out of other things to talk about other than the latest news of the outside world. "Albus, we're both old men. Even if I was, what could possibly be accomplished in the little time we both have left? We have no heirs to continue our work, unless there's something you haven't been telling me." He tried to joke.
"No, no heirs." Albus said, shaking his head. Like he had time for any kind of relationship, like he was even interested at that. "However..." He drew out a small, red stone. "I think we have all the time in the world." He said with a sly grin.
Gellert looked at the Stone for a moment, before he burst out laughing, making a watching Albus genuinely smile for the first time in a long time.
He was finally going to have his best friend back, after all these years of doing it alone.
Minerva stepped through the Floo into St. Mungoes with a sigh. This hadn't been on her to-do list for today. "I'm here to pick up Mr. Harry Potter, can you tell me where he is?" She asked the witch at the desk. It had been two days after the trial, and St. Mungoes had refused to tell her how her student and his guardian were doing. All they would tell her was that they would live.
She glanced up from her work, saw her old Transfiguration professor, visibly gulped, then explained that she couldn't release that information without parent/guardian permission. Not even to the patients Head of House during the school year. Minerva frowned and was about to explain that she was called to come get her student, when they were interrupted.
"It's alright, Mary. I called her to come get him. Start getting the parchment work to release him while I take her up." Healer Smethwyck said, coming up behind Minerva.
Mary blinked at him, then started to protest. "But sir, hospital policy... she is neither his parent, guardian, nor on his forms!"
Smethwyck sighed, "Mary, his parent/guardian is currently in a room next to Mr. Potter in a coma. During the school year, the Head of House is considered the defacto guardian when the actual one is unavailable. You know this." He said with a frown.
Mary bit her lip, "Yes, sir." She finally muttered, and started organizing the parchmentwork to have ready when Minerva brought her student down to sign him out.
Smethwyck narrowed his eyes at her, then leaned down to hiss in her ear, "I will be down later to remind you on hospital policy regarding giving patient information out to the press as well. If I find out you were promised money to take reporters anywhere near his room..." He trailed off threateningly. "This place better be clear of reporters when we come back with the boy." He finished. Her eyes went wide and she nodded slowly. He backed away and led Minerva off.
While they walked, she asked, "How is he doing?"
Smethwyck glanced at her and sighed. "He's alright now. We had to regrow several of his bones, apply some bruise balm, he might need more applied later, by the way, and he has a mild concussion. So, we had to be careful with the dosage on his potions, because, as you know, not all head injuries react well to potions being used. But he'll be alright. His own magic was already healing much of the damage when we got to him. That's actually why we had to regrow his bones instead of just fixing him... his magic had already healed him, it just skipped the part where the bones needed to be set back into their proper positions. We also had to call in a Healer for his Familiar." He said, holding up his hand wryly.
Minerva blinked when she noticed the evidence of Hedwig's fury riddled all over his hand. For some reason the Healer had yet to fix the damage done. "The bird had a broken wing." He continued. "Of course, that didn't stop her from kicking up quite the fuss when we tried to separate her from her human." He shook his head. He had seen some Familiar's that were protective of their Bonded, but he never seen one quite like the Snowy Owl brought in with Harry Potter. Then again, most of the Familiar's he'd seen over the years weren't Bonded to a twelve year old. Most animals were rather protective over 'their' young, after all.
By now, they had finally reached the lift at the end of the hall. "All right then, we are going to the area of the hospital where we actually have private rooms." He said as he pressed a hidden rune on the door.
"There are private rooms here?" Minerva asked, surprised.
"Hm-hm. Yes, for our high-profile patients. People like Lord Black, Mr. Potter, the occasional prisoner the DMLE brings us that needs to be kept separate from the rest of our patients, Aurors that come in injured... If we need to quarantine somebody, the private rooms all have wards on them just for that... We don't spread around that we have it, because then it wouldn't be nearly as secure. And, like I said, most of the people that use it are our high-profile patients that need the extra security while they're vulnerable." He said absently.
"Oh, of course." Minerva said, understanding the need for silence. She blinked in surprise when the door to the lift opened and the hall was lined with Goblin Warriors, with a couple of Aurors standing around chatting quietly with each other while keeping an eye on the hall, but mostly they were watching the Goblins suspiciously.
Smethwyck noticed her surprise and looked around too. "Yeah, surprised us when they showed up. Personally, I have no problem with it, everyone knows the Potters had a close relationship with the Nation, so, really, it's no surprise they would want to protect the last Potter. But, one of the Medi-witches on this floor kicked up a fuss. Called the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, tried to get them kicked out. Idiots. That's when the Ministry finally decided that, wait a minute, that's Mr. Potter down there, he just got attacked... shouldn't we have somebody guarding him?" He said sarcastically and shook his head. "A few minutes later, the Aurors finally showed up, because apparently Mr. Potter's protection wasn't really that important until the Goblins were seen doing it instead." He snorted.
"Nobody ever said the Ministry was competent." Minerva said with a sigh.
"I know, it gets even better when I was told that the Aurors weren't even here entirely for Mr. Potter, they're here to protect the hospital staff from the Goblins." He told her deadpan.
Minerva blinked at him. Looked at the Goblins, then the Aurors, blinked at him again. He gave a wry grin and nodded his understanding. She reached up and rubbed at her temples. "I don't suppose it's too much to ask whether the Ministry even has the slightest idea of who it was that attacked them?" When he shook his head, she sighed. "Well, I'm sure the Goblins will find something soon. So far they're handling this whole situation a good deal better than the Ministry ever could." She muttered. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the Goblins all trying not to smirk throughout the conversation. Or the fact that the Aurors looked like they were trying to keep from saying something.
"Here we are." He said, putting a hand on Harry's door to open it, but the closest Goblin cleared his throat, and pointed to the door across the hall, to Sirius' room. "Wha- ugh. Of course. How on earth..." He grumbled as he switched sides of the hall, he didn't notice the grins the Goblins flashed each other, although Minerva did. She just raised an eyebrow and followed the Healer, who was muttering the whole time about children being able to escape monitoring and containment wards.
"Mr. Potter?" He asked when he opened the door, only to see Harry sitting by Sirius' bedside dutifully doing his homework. "Professor McGonagall is here to take you back to school." He said when the boy looked up.
When Minerva walked in, she wasn't surprised to see Hedwig sitting on a pillow with her wing in a splint, dozing. What was surprising, was that Harry was doing his homework with his arm in a sling, and a split lip. "What's wrong with his arm?" She asked.
"That was one of the areas where we had to regrow the bones, several of the bones in that arm broke, as well as a rib. He broke them when he pushed himself and Lord Black out of the way, unfortunately down a flight of stairs. We also applied some strengthening charms to the area, so that it regrows at the proper strength, but, like I said, we had to be careful because of the concussion. It could have been worse. From what we were told, Lord Black put his Hit-Wizard training to good use and managed to curl himself around Mr. Potter here as they rolled down the stairs." Minerva put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder when he looked down guiltily. "We already have the relevant notes in his file, which Madam Pomfrey already has in his linked file at Hogwarts. Which, is the only reason we are releasing him already." He added.
Madam Pomfrey was the Severus Snape of Healing. She was the best. There was almost nothing she couldn't do with Healing with some time and study.
"Yes, if anybody can finish the job, Poppy can." Minerva murmured, looking at Sirius on the bed. It was the first time she'd seen him in twelve years, the last time was just a few weeks after Harry's first birthday, when he took Harry for the day so James and Lily could get some time alone after being cooped up in that house with a baby for several months. He was bandaged up, it was clear that he had some broken bones himself, and he was still. Unnaturally still for somebody that was usually so energetic and always moving. "Come on, Harry. Time to go." She said, picking up his bag and holding it so he could put his books away. "He is alright to Floo, though?"
"Of course, as long as you go with him."
"But, I want to stay with Sirius." Harry finally spoke up, even as he awkwardly slipped his books in his bag, pulling his pouch out of it at the same time.
"Lord Black will be fine, he's being moved back to Gringotts tomorrow, as per your previous arrangements, so he won't be here much longer, anyway. Right now, he'll just sleep until his body says he can wake up. But, he will wake up." Smethwyck said reassuringly.
Harry bit lip, but nodded slowly and gingerly. Proof of the lingering headache. "I'll take your bag," Minerva said, starting to sling it over her shoulder, but Harry stopped her and started to clumsily open the pouch and put his bag in it instead. She shook her head with a small smile and helped. Then she helped him tie it to his belt-loops. "Do you want to take Hedwig?" Harry nodded again, and carefully gathered up his feathered companion (and her pillow) in his one arm. The movement caused her to stir, and she blinked one eye at her human, hooted softly, nuzzled his chest with her head in comfort, and went back to dozing.
"Come along," Minerva said softly, putting a hand on the boys back and gently moving him towards the door. He looked back at Sirius one more time before he let himself be guided out of the room. "did you leave anything in your room?" She asked before they started walking down the hall. When he shook his head, she nodded. "Alright." She nodded respectfully to the Goblins as they followed Smethwyck past them, they were probably going to stay and guard Sirius until he was back in the safety of their halls. Harry didn't look like he noticed them, all his attention was on the dozing owl in his arms.
Once they were safely in the lift, one of the warriors spoke. "When they catch the one who did this, I hope they make it long and slow." He said simply. The others all grinned ferally, scaring the Aurors.
When Harry walked into the common room after making a quick stop towards the Hospital Wing, he was surprised when he was surrounded by Weasley's and the Quidditch team, and all of them were a mess of noise asking if he was okay. Well, he was really surrounded by the entire house, but everyone else was more or less kept away by the red-heads and his teammates.
Madam Pomfrey said she was only giving him a half hour to get a few things to read, or do, and make sure he showed his face so the others would know he was alive, but then he was wanted straight back in her Hospital Wing. He had no idea how he convinced her to actually let him go... probably the puppy dog eyes he used. Not even Uncle Sev was immune to them! However, with everyone else surrounding him (being careful of his arm, which was still in its sling) and clamoring for his attention, he had a feeling that he wasn't going to make that half-hour deadline. Severus was probably going to be waiting for him to get back, too! (Or at least making plans to sneak in later on). And after the past two days, he really wanted to see his other godfather.
"Hey, I don't have long before Madam Pomfrey wants me back." He said quietly to Percy and Oliver, "She only let me come here to show my face and keep you all from breaking down the Hospital Wing doors." Well, she said she would allow him to get some books, but what she didn't know was that he had most of his books with him, in his trunk, which was sitting in his bag, inside his pouch. He knew that, with the security he had on it, it would be safe to leave in his dorm, especially since they had the dorm warded, too, but he was very possessive of his things. He would probably leave it in his dorm like everybody else and use both his trunks eventually. But for now...
He didn't mention the effect their noise was having on his concussion.
Percy nodded, "Alright, you lot, lets give the kid some space. He's only got so long to be here." He called to everybody else. Everybody else grumbled good-naturedly, but went back to what they were doing with some glance overs to make sure he was really alright.
"Are you ok, Harry? I couldn't believe it when we read it in the papers..." Hermione trailed off, for once not going on a rant about something related to her initial question. It had been horrifying to hear about the attack on Harry and his godfather just as they were leaving the courthouse. Of course, it also more or less confirmed the rumors going around that Harry had been attending a trial for his relatives. Luckily, nobody had been able to guess what the trial was about exactly. Although, it was common knowledge that they were in trouble with the goblins, the more ignorant students assumed that was what the trial was about, except for those who knew a bit more about how the Goblin-Wizard treaties worked.
"Yeah, I'll be alright. Madam Pomfrey just wants me in the Hospital Wing tonight and then she said I might be able to go to class tomorrow, although I'll be on magic restriction, and if we brew in potions tomorrow, I'll probably have to leave after getting the assignment. And, my arm will heal up, it's just going slower because of my concussion. They couldn't use much by way of potions, so..." He shrugged lightly. His ribs were still tender.
"Where's Hedwig?" Neville suddenly asked. He was surprised the protective owl wasn't here right now, especially while her owner was injured. And, he would bring up Sirius when they were in a more private setting.
"Oh," Harry reached into his robe pocket and gently pulled his Familiar out of the enchanted space. Professor Flitwick had charmed it for him after he and Professor McGonagall stepped out of the Floo. He said it was so Hedwig could still be with her human, but not have to worry about keeping her balance on his shoulder with her injured wing, and his own lingering injuries. All the girls who were watching Harry's group let out small, sympathetic gasps of horror at seeing the beautiful owl sporting her own injuries. "Professor Flitwick charmed one of my pockets, so its a nice little den in there for her. It would have been a lot worse if she hadn't been there." He finished quietly, running a hand through her feathers. She hooted softly and sent reassurance through the link, making him smile softly at her.
Then he glanced at the time and barely caught himself before he cursed. He should have been back in the Hospital Wing five minutes ago. "I gotta go, before Madam Pomfrey loses it and never lets me out again. I'll see you guys tomorrow!" He called as he hurried as best he could back out the portrait hole.
When he finally got back to the Hospital Wing, all he could was smile sheepishly at Madam Pomfrey's stern lecture that a 'half hour means a half hour, young man!'
When she got him settled, she went back into her office with a sigh. Why did young Mr. Potter always seem to spend so much time in her Wing? It wasn't even Quidditch related this time... it would be so much better if it was Quidditch related this time. Especially since, from what she had heard, they didn't even know who the attacker was going for.
Harry Potter; the Boy-Who-Lived, Heir Potter-Black and who knows what other families in the Potter genealogy, and son of three of the most skilled fighters during the war.
Or Sirius Black; Lord Black, powerful Hit-Wizard, one of the biggest thorns in the Death Eaters side, cleaned up the Auror department of some of the corruption.
Both had a great deal of enemies. The question was, which of those enemies decided to act?
Mattie looked at the figure in the bed, worried.
He needed to tell his Master Sirius what the Healers said about Kreature, and what Kreature told Mattie about Master Regulus. It was very important, both for the Family, and for Master Sirius' peace of mind. Especially since one of the Dark Lords objects had been found inside a house belonging to the Black family. The Master needed to know how it came to be there so he could make a decision for the Family regarding it. He needed to know so he could make blanket orders to the Family elves so that nothing like what happened to Master Regulus and Kreature would happen again. Mattie shivered just thinking about it, he didn't want to go anywhere near a cave of Inferi, thank you very much.
Master Sirius would need to know about that, too, so somebody could be sent to destroy the Inferi and possibly get Master Regulus body back for proper burial, if at all possible. He didn't want to think about what they would find there, though, if they did manage to locate the body inside the lake.
In regards to Kreature, the Master was the only one who could authorize the extensive treatments the Centaur's recommended the elf undergo if he was ever going to be able to properly function again, Mistress Walburga and being alone in that house for so long had really messed the old elf up. Both physically and mentally.
Normally, getting treatment for an elf wouldn't be a problem, at least not in families like the Blacks who, despite what some would believe, actually respected the old agreements made with elvenkind back when House-elves bound themselves to wizards for survival. They actually remembered the protections cast upon the elves, they actually (most of the family, anyway, there was always that one person) respected their elven workers.
However, treatments that were this extensive... the Centaurs couldn't do anything without authorization, and some kind of bartering. The usual price, usually supplies that they couldn't get themselves and such, wasn't going to be enough for this case. The damage was too extensive, they were going to have to purge years worth of ambient Dark and Black magic from the older elf's system. Not to mention what years worth of listening to Mistress Walburga's portrait and his failure (through no fault of his own) to follow Master Regulus' last orders.
Mattie jumped when somebody came in, and Healer Smethwyck blinked, surprised to see the little elf. "Hello, unless you work for the hospital, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said, cautiously. Personal and Family elves weren't really allowed in the hospital as a general rule, security purposes.
Mattie bit his lip and glanced at Master Sirius on the bed again, "When will Master Sirius wake up, Mattie has important news to tells him." He asked, almost desperately. He didn't even bother introducing himself, as he normally would. It was only good manners, after all, and afforded a little extra protection when speaking to other wizards, to identify what Family you belonged to and your position in that Family, after all. Most wizards wouldn't dare mess with an Elf from a family like the Blacks. Most wizards, some didn't quite get the memo that it was a bad idea until it was too late.
Smethwyck's eyes softened a little, and he sighed. "I'm afraid the damage was extensive. He'll wake up when his body is ready to wake up. There is no real way of knowing when that will be though, not in cases like this. All we can tell, is that he will wake up."
Mattie bit his lip in worry as he studied his master again, he knew that he couldn't use his elf magic to speed up the Master's recovery, elf magic and human magic didn't really mix in that way, not to mention that Mattie was no Healer. He knew the basics, of course, all good elves knew basic first aid. Especially if they were part of large families. Since larger families usually always had at least one or two small children running around that liked to get injured doing to oddest things. But, this was a little beyond basic first aid. He would just have to trust the Healers word, as much as he wanted his Master to get better NOW. Master Sirius had never been made to sit still.
Smethwyck studied the worried elf, and briefly wondered just what on earth the little creature had to tell Lord Black so bad, before deciding that with a family like the Black's, he really didn't want to know. He sighed, "We are moving him back to Gringotts tomorrow, they might let you visit." He finally said, making it clear to the elf that he really needed to leave.
Mattie nodded, before popping out, reappearing in Grimmauld Place to check on things there, before heading to the other properties that he knew would be checked over by the Gringotts teams as well, so he could check over what he already knew needed to be looked at by them, and to make sure the elves at those properties, as well as the Black family members occupying them, would know that they were to cooperate fully with the teams, by order of Lord Black. This was the first chance he really got to do this, he'd been busy with Grimmauld Place and going back and forth to check on Kreature with the Centaurs. That, and he just got the list today about which properties were going to be checked.
While he was in Mistress Cassiopeia's home, he paused. She was the eldest Black alive at the moment, and while he was thinking he could go see the Young Heir about the treatment for Kreature, he didn't really think that the matter about the Inferi was... appropriate. Considering the Young Master's age. But... since the Lord and Heir were unavailable for this decision... would it be appropriate to ask a Family Elder?
"Mistress?" He finally asked tentatively.
She looked over, "Yes, Mattie? What is it?" She asked, she was still considering the letter she received a few days ago from Sirius, so if Mattie was here because that boy wanted an answer right now...
"Master Sirius is being in the hospital, but I's has information from Kreature that needs to being known. It be's about Master Regulus. And the Young Heir is being... too young for this." Mattie said, nervously. He still wasn't sure if this was appropriate, but this needed to be acted on, right away. There was also the fact that he had yet to really be introduced to the Young Master, so he wasn't really sure how much Master Sirius had told him yet, or how much Master Sirius wanted him to know for now.
"Ah, and you aren't sure who exactly to go to about it?" She asked softly. She knew that Regulus was loved and adored by everyone in the Family, house-elves included. So, really, and news about him was much sought after. They assumed he died, but they didn't KNOW. And they really needed to know.
"Yes, Mistress. I's being going to ask the Young Master about the price for Kreature's treatment, but..."
"That's quite alright, Mattie. He will need to get the practice on that, anyway. Besides, it will be good for him to start interacting with the Black Family elves more... I realize he has Mipsy, but..." She trailed off. "No, I agree, he is too young to handle some aspects of our Family. Of course, I have a feeling that Sirius is going to be doing away with some of those..." She grimaced a little, not exactly pleased with the thought of Family traditions being done away with, but could also acknowledge that the Family was almost extinct and many of those traditions could be part of the reason why. Especially when some of the younger family members started following that upstart Tom Riddle. Oh, was she glad her grandfather turned down Riddles requests to marry her.
She had never even given the slightest indication that she could possibly be interested in him! Of course, old families like there's didn't really care about interest being the two parties, they just cared about the political and social wealth the union could bring, but still.
She shook off her thoughts and focused back on Mattie. "What did the Healer say about Sirius' condition?" She asked first.
"He is saying the damage is bad, and they is not knowing when Master Sirius will wake up, but he will wake up." Mattie said, he was determined that Master Sirius would wake up, even if he had to take the Master to the Valley in America for some of their treatments. "They be's moving him to Gringotts tomorrow's, Mistress." He added, so she could know who to ask for more information.
"Alright, Mattie, now, what do you know about Regulus?" She decided she would go see the Healers early tomorrow, before Sirius was moved. It had been a long time since she was last in Britain anyway, maybe it was time to show an interest in that messed up country again.
So, he told her. About the Horcrux the Curse-breakers found inside Grimmauld Place and how Kreature said it got there when Mattie made sure to ask. After all, it was just Kreature and Walburga there for years, if something was there, Kreature would be sure to know about it. He made sure to mention the lake of Inferi guarding the place Kreature and Regulus found the Horcrux, and how Regulus had ordered Kreature to leave him there and destroy the thing.
By the time Mattie was finished, she was silently crying. "So, even Regulus turned away from that creature eventually." She murmured. She was honestly surprised, considering the hooks Walburga had in the poor boy... and Walburga had made sure to be especially thorough with Regulus when Sirius showed himself to be such a disappointment to her. And, most of the family had followed her lead, Cassiopeia included. One thing Walburga and Cassiopeia had never agreed on, however, was the Dark Lord Voldemort. Tom Riddle was in his seventh year Walburga started school, so she hadn't really known him, and then refused to listen whenever somebody tried to tell her the Dark Lord's true lineage. Although, now that she thought about it... Walburga was one of several hundred girls to be put under a restraining order by Tom Riddle...
"Thank you, Mattie, I will see that this matter is taken care of." She said with narrowed eyes, thinking about who she could contact to take care of the Inferi, and who she could trust to possibly retrieve what was left of Regulus' body. Gringotts was a possibility, even Barchoke had been somewhat fond of Regulus. Or, as fond as any goblin could be when it came to the Black Family. They weren't exactly known for promoting Goblin and Creature rights. About the only non-human being they treated well were their House-elves, after all.
Mattie bowed, relieved, and then popped away to find the Potter Head-elf, Mipsy, to see if the Young Master was healthy to deal with the treatments for Kreature. After all, last he was aware, Master Sirius and the Young Master were together the day Master Sirius was attacked. And, Mipsy would be able to introduce him to her Master, since Master Sirius wasn't available to do it. Mattie knew that Master Sirius had been planning on introducing them soon, but obviously that would have to happen differently now.