Kreacher walked glumbly into his room. He flopped down on his little
bed, and began to sob, and mumble to himself, "Oh Mistress. Kreacher tried
so hard to save something, but the filthy traitors, and the mudblood
stopped him. Oh Kreacher has failed, and bad bad Master through it all
out. Oh, what would Mistress say if she saw Kreacher following his
orders."
Kreacher didn't know how he had failed to keep that brat from throwing it all out. He was sure he could sneek something away. But everything except the tapestry, and the portrait were gone, and bratty master couldn't take them down anyway, mistress made sure of that long ago.
Then Kreacher was jolted up by his door opening, and in walked the mudblood girl. Kreacher stood up, and put on his best imitation of a smile (which he could tell didn't impress her), "Oh greetings mudblood mis...uhh Kreacher means...young.yes that's it young mistress..." he started before grumbling his usual, "oh no no Kreacher means mudblood alright. Filthy bloodied, no better than the muggles. Oh what would mistress say."
"Kreacher!" she yelled, and Kreacher realized she could hear him. This was the first time she had lost her temper with Kreacher, although the others had all yelled at him extensively. The mudblood raised her hand in a fist, and Kreacher rushed to cover his head from her blow. But instead of her fist, some tiny metallic object hit Kreacher on his head, and fell to the ground at his feet. He looked down to see his old masters ring. He scrambled to pick it up.
"Why does the mudblood bring this to Kreacher!" he yelled no longer hiding his anger.
"Odd," she said with a mocking glare, "I thought you didn't want Sirius to throw it out."
"Kreacher doesn't want bad master to throw any of these things away, but he does!"
"You see Kreacher, that's because he doesn't believe in elvish rights. But you see I'm currently the head of S.P.E.W. and we'd love to have your support. Together we can convince wizards of the importance of."
"What is this S.P.E.W.?" Kreacher asked, beginning to feel curious.
"It's the Society for the Protection of Elvish Writes," the mudblood said.
"Oh wonderful mud..eee.young mistress," Kreacher said, and began mumbling against, "stupid mudblood..doesn't even know that should be S.P.E.R. And they said she was suppose to be a smart on."
"Oh just call us the Elvish Liberation Front! Anyway, if Sirius looked at you decently he'd at least give you some of this stuff to do with as you please, so long as he doesn't have to lay eyes on it."
"Shoo! Get out! Must hid ring before bad Master finds out!" yelled Kreacher looking frantically around the room for a place to hide it.
"Oh whatever," the mudblood rolled her eyes, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Kreacher began to look at the ring in his hand, and after a moment slipped it on his finger. "Is this," he mumbled, "is a ring..clothes?" He ripped the ring off, and hurled himself onto his bed, banging his head against the bedstand, "BAD KREACHER! BAD BAD KREACHER!" at the horror of his momentary thought, the worst part was even now the notion of being free didn't seem THAT bad. Finally he fell down onto his pillow in tears, still not feeling as guilty as he knew he should have, and feel asleep.
Kreacher didn't know how he had failed to keep that brat from throwing it all out. He was sure he could sneek something away. But everything except the tapestry, and the portrait were gone, and bratty master couldn't take them down anyway, mistress made sure of that long ago.
Then Kreacher was jolted up by his door opening, and in walked the mudblood girl. Kreacher stood up, and put on his best imitation of a smile (which he could tell didn't impress her), "Oh greetings mudblood mis...uhh Kreacher means...young.yes that's it young mistress..." he started before grumbling his usual, "oh no no Kreacher means mudblood alright. Filthy bloodied, no better than the muggles. Oh what would mistress say."
"Kreacher!" she yelled, and Kreacher realized she could hear him. This was the first time she had lost her temper with Kreacher, although the others had all yelled at him extensively. The mudblood raised her hand in a fist, and Kreacher rushed to cover his head from her blow. But instead of her fist, some tiny metallic object hit Kreacher on his head, and fell to the ground at his feet. He looked down to see his old masters ring. He scrambled to pick it up.
"Why does the mudblood bring this to Kreacher!" he yelled no longer hiding his anger.
"Odd," she said with a mocking glare, "I thought you didn't want Sirius to throw it out."
"Kreacher doesn't want bad master to throw any of these things away, but he does!"
"You see Kreacher, that's because he doesn't believe in elvish rights. But you see I'm currently the head of S.P.E.W. and we'd love to have your support. Together we can convince wizards of the importance of."
"What is this S.P.E.W.?" Kreacher asked, beginning to feel curious.
"It's the Society for the Protection of Elvish Writes," the mudblood said.
"Oh wonderful mud..eee.young mistress," Kreacher said, and began mumbling against, "stupid mudblood..doesn't even know that should be S.P.E.R. And they said she was suppose to be a smart on."
"Oh just call us the Elvish Liberation Front! Anyway, if Sirius looked at you decently he'd at least give you some of this stuff to do with as you please, so long as he doesn't have to lay eyes on it."
"Shoo! Get out! Must hid ring before bad Master finds out!" yelled Kreacher looking frantically around the room for a place to hide it.
"Oh whatever," the mudblood rolled her eyes, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Kreacher began to look at the ring in his hand, and after a moment slipped it on his finger. "Is this," he mumbled, "is a ring..clothes?" He ripped the ring off, and hurled himself onto his bed, banging his head against the bedstand, "BAD KREACHER! BAD BAD KREACHER!" at the horror of his momentary thought, the worst part was even now the notion of being free didn't seem THAT bad. Finally he fell down onto his pillow in tears, still not feeling as guilty as he knew he should have, and feel asleep.
