Seventh book again! Kreacher has survived and Winky is no longer alcoholic either.
Again, if you've read Tad Williams, please please please check it out and review! Thanks.
A bit darker, so be warned. Tell me what you think!
Burnt Pumpkin and Knights in Shining Armour.
A smell of burning filled the top end of the kitchens; this time, it was the Halloween pumpkin pies. Winky wailed and ran up the long Ravenclaw table to the ovens.
"Kreacher! Those are being specially for Professor Dumbledore!" she cried.
The old elf blinked malevolently at her. "I is knowing that."
"Then why is you doing it?!" she asked exasperatedly.
"Professor Dumbledore is being a stupid old mudblood loving blood traitor. My mistress was never letting the likes of him into the Noble House of Black." he said in a self satisfied way, pleased at his insult.
Winky clapped her hands over her ears. "No, no! What is you saying?! Professor Dumbledore is letting you stay in the castle!"
"Only because Harry Potter was wanting to get rid of me." Kreacher said in an angry, defiant voice.
"Don't you dare be talking about Harry Potter like that, Kreacher!" Winky said shrilly. "Harry Potter and his Weezy are being much better than the filthy House of Black!"
Kreacher clenched his fist. His face was starting to turn a nasty purple colour. First his ears, then his long nose, then his flabby cheeks turned a mottled purple-red. Winky watched, fascinated, then turned her back on him. "Go and peel the apples for the pies, Kreacher."
She didn't know what hit her, but something had. A small hard thing hit the back of her head and she stumbled and landed on her front. "Never be insulting the Most Noble House of Black!" a voice hissed in her ear.
Winky twisted around to find Kreacher standing over her. "What is you doing, Kreacher!?" she asked squeakily.
"The Noble House of Black is not to be talked about by dirty common-elves like you!" Kreacher shouted; he looked totally unhinged. Winky was frightened.
"I is saying whatever I is wanting!" she said shrilly.
"Be quiet, Traitor." he hissed.
"Leave me alone, Kreacher!" she shouted. By now the other house-elves had heard.
Kreacher slapped her arm. "That is from my mistress!"
Winky felt angry and hurt tears start in her eyes.
"Leave her alone, Kreacher," another voice said, a familiar, much-loved voice. Dobby was looking meat-knives at the older elf.
"You is not allowed to order me, blood-traitor," Kreacher said contemptuously. "I is from the Noble House of Black."
"Apologize, Kreacher," Dobby said icily.
He looked genuinely surprised. "I will not apologize to a filthy little blood-traitor elf like her!"
That was it for Dobby. He threw himself on the sneering elf and they tumbled to the floor. Dobby clenched his knobbly fist and swiped at Kreachers jaw. In retaliation, Kreacher bit Dobby's shoulder.
Winky watched with wide eyes as he fought the older elf. He saved her! He was fighting for her! A horrible howl interrupted her thoughts. Dobby had kicked Kreacher across the table where he landed with a thud. The other house-elves hurried to carry him away.
Dobby stood, panting, before going over to Winky. "Is you all right?" he asked gently.
She nodded. "I is fine. But Dobby! You fighted for me!"
Dobby's huge green eyes darkened with anger. "No one, no one, is being allowed to call you a traitor. Or to be hitting you either," he added.
"But you might have been hurted!" she gasped.
"I is not caring." he said obstinately. "Especially if he is hurting you, Winky."
Winky stared up with shining eyes at her knight in shining armour.
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More fluff, slightly darker, as it was requested. I hope you enjoyed and please drop in a review!