Thanks to harrypotter554 for reviewing, that made my day! Okay so here's the next chapter, there might be more in the next couple of days 'cause I go back to school on the 9th. God, I love my school district we had 2 whole weeks, plus two days off for Christmas break! Anyway….

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Suri

I was shocked. Completely shocked. I had just traveled thousands of miles, in less than a second, and it felt like I'd been sucked up a vacuum, like Thumbelina, but they didn't have vacuums. Jet lag was sure to kick in later though, if I could still even call it jet lag, vacuum lag maybe?

"What the devil was that?" I asked Dumbledore, confused, but in awe. Sure what ever that was it was uncomfortable, but it was defiantly a time saver.

"That, Ms. Black, was apperation." He informed me. So, I would have apperation lag? Nah, I'll stick to calling it jet lag.

"So where are we? Where do you live?" I asked a laughing Sirius.

"We, darling Suri, are in London. And I," He said pointing to himself. "Live in Number Twelve Grimmauld place." He turned him arm and was now pointing to a row of houses in front of us. I started counting. Nine, ten, eleven…

"There's no twelve." I said "Is this some sort of joke, am I being punked? Is this a prank?" Sirius started to laugh even harder.

"I wish!" he exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow dangerously, and he amended himself. "I am a Pranking genius. A pranking master. I AM A PRANKING GOD!" He yelled, people stared. Alrighty then.

"That's why I wanted it to be a prank." He said in a quiter voice, I eyeballed him suspiciously again.

"Now if you're done boosting your ego," I said irritated "How do I find Number Twelve?"

"Think Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, very hard in your mind." Dumbledore explained kindly. I did just that, and gasped, instead of skipping for eleven to thirteen, there was Number Twelve.

"Doesn't anyone else see it?' I wondered, looking at the bystanders, they didn't notice a thing.

"Nope." Sirius grinned "Just us."

"Great." I muttered darkly. That made Sirius laugh again, he really did laugh a lot. I would bet fifty buck, he couldn't go five minutes without laughing. AND I WOULD WIN.

The inside of Number Twelve was, well you see, it was. Oh who am I kidding? It was dark, dreary, and inhabitable, everything covered in dust, spider webs everywhere.

"Damn elf." I heard Sirius mutter.

"What?" I asked him, but he ignored me.

"KREACHER!" Sirius yelled.

"You know, yelling's not gonna clean the house." I told him.

"No," Sirius grimaced, there was a loud crack, and he raised him arm to point. "But he is." I followed the length of his arm, and recoiled, slightly. There was this small wrinkly thing, with big round eyes, like someone had stuck to glass representations of grapefruits in a skull. It had pointy ears, and rail thin arms and legs, and its little chest was wrinkly, thankfully the rest of it was covered with a loin cloth, which made me think it was a he.

"What the FREAKIN HELL, is THAT?" I shouted.

"I is Kreacher, half-blood." He spat at me. I raised my eyebrows coolly, my temper rising.

"Excuse me what did you just ca—"But Sirius cut me off.

"He's a house elf, our house elf." He explained, glancing at Kreacher in disgust, no good memories there. "He is supposed to clean, and cook, but as you can see, he hasn't done a very good job."

"Who is the half-blood, master?" the creature sneered at Sirius.

"The half-blood is my daughter!" Sirius said hotly. "And your new mistress." Then he stormed away. I looked at Dumbledore pleading silently for an explanation.

"A house elf is magically bond to a family, unless released, by being presented with clothes. Kreacher has been with your family for a while, and he and your father have some disagreements, Kreacher was very pleased when your father ran away. Now, being bond to your family, that makes you his master and Suri, I urge you not to treat Kreacher the way Sirius does. Sirius treats him with hatred, he is a reminder of the dark days of his life. Suri, it is very important that you that you treat him right. Understand?" Dumbledore explained. I nodded.

"Good. I must go. Tell Sirius good bye." He said opening the door.

"Yeah, sure. Goodbye sir." I said my mind still spinning.

"Goodbye Ms. Black." He chuckled and shut the door. I wandered around the house aimlessly, I wasn't really sure what to do until I remembered I wasn't here alone.

"Sirius?" I called.

"Kitchen." Came the reply. I walked around some more before I found the kitchen. It was like everything

else. Inhabitable.

"Um, what should I do with my stuff?" I asked him nervously, he was staring at the stove.

"Kreacher will take it upstairs." Sirius said automatically. I watched him eye the stove.

"You're not thinking of cooking are you?" I asked warily. Sirius laughed.

"Take-out?" he asked.

"Take-out."

Don't worry children! They meet everyone else in the next chapter! Hahaha! Okay laughter was random. There was a Starkid joke in there somewhere, I think. Try and find it! Never mind, no StarKid joke, I just don't feel like erasing that part. Until next time…REVIEW!