My Precious.
Cheche grew up to be an utter nuisance. Not only did he (though the house-
elf community were having serious doubts about it's sexuality) refuse to
wear his pillow case, but he'd stolen Harry Potter's leather g-string and
no matter how hard they tried they couldn't get it off him. The only word
(despite countless sessions of speech therapy,) that they could get out of
him was "Precious!!!!!!" and this was grumbled/growled in such a deep
vicious half whisper that anyone near him at the time stepped at least two
paces back. Dobby didn't dare go near him, ever since he had bitten off his
ring-finger and gone "Phrugh!!!!!!" spitting vehemently "PR-ECI-
OUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He had had serious doubts about Cheche parentage.
Cheche refused to be breast fed (which Winky was somewhat relieved about)
and after desperately trying to find at least one thing he liked, had found
the freezer door wide open and the whole Hogwart's fish-supply for that
evening, missing. After discovering this they had found him in a secluded
classroom chewing ferociously on a raw fish.
One day as Winky was doing her best at arms-length to entice Cheche with a
brussel sprout, there came an unexpected knock on the kitchen door. Cheche
threw a fish bone at it mumbling something along the lines of his precious.
"Precious?"
Winky stopped dead, staring at the door with eyes so wide that they took up
almost half of her small face. After creeping surreptitiously towards it
she took a deep breath (choking a little on the fishy atmosphere)
"Gol--Smeagol??" she opened the door and out of it tumbled the scrawny
wretch Gollum. He stared seriously at her for a couple of seconds and then
said "Precious?" That was what he used to call her. She had longed for
these
words. But he was no longer looking at her. She looked at him, horrified as
he cradled baby Cheche between his large bony fingers. For the first time
Cheche's little almost baby-like features relaxed into a smile.
"Precious"
"Precious?"
"Precious!" They stared at each other intently; Winky noticed the
similarities. She was just about to break into a sigh when.
"Gollum Gollum," Gollum coughed up a nasty grey sludge, Cheche giggled.
Baby Cheche, maybe as some sort of reply to his father's example (though
probably due to Winky's force-feeding) threw up a lumpy green mush
(undoubtedly a brussel sprout.) Then they embraced each other in a bony but
affectionate hug.