Disclaimer: As usual it's not mine..

Big thanks to my beta commingsummers!

The house we enter is cold, dark and musky. It smells of mould and disuse, I doubt it has been inhabited for years.

As we move further into the house I begin to gag at the revolting smells coming from it, and the strange crawling in the curtains. "Why are they doing that?" I whisper pointing at the curtains.

My Dad laughs "Doxys, don't worry about it their harmless. Except if you disturb them and they bite you of course."

I jump back, a horrified look on my face, "We're sharing a house with magical creatures.. that bite?" I whisper my voice coming out choked.

Seeing the look on my face my Dad laughs "Yes, but there aren't any upstairs where your sleeping, now off you pop, sleep wherever you want but don't make too much noise in the hallway." He says cryptically with a smile.

I shrug, grab my bag and turn out to the hall. The stairs creak and emit dust as I place pressure on them, the whole house looks and smells like it hasn't been used for hundreds of years, all the curtains are open but barely any light actually streams into the house. It feels like something from a tacky vampire movie.

I push open the door of the first room I come across, it creaks loudly and dust springs up from it. I gag, cough and cover my mouth with my hand. The room is small and contains just a bed, a chest of drawers and a wardrobe. It has a small bathroom attached to it which would save me hunting for one later. After a quick inspection I declare it safe to sleep in, and rustle around in my never ending bag for a moment, grabbing my pyjamas and toothbrush before heading into the bathroom.

The bathroom however is the filthiest thing I've seen for a long time, which is really saying something seeing as I grew up in the Seam. The bath and sink have a thick black coating on them and there was smelly black mould growing on the ivory coloured walls.

I am staring at the room in shock when a old, croaky voice sounds behind me, "So you're Master Regulus' half blood daughter, the one that has stained our bloodline and poisoned our purity."

I screech and spin around to face whatever mysterious voice is insulting me. In front of me there is a small filthy hunchback creature, dressed in a what once would have been a white pillowcase.

"What are you?" I shout backing away from the disgusting thing.

The withered being lets out a cackle "The family's house elf. half bloods really are as stupid as Mistress always said," He lowers his voice just loud enough for me to hear his rude words.

Before I can tell the house elf exactly what I think of him, my Dad comes bursting into the room alerted by my earlier scream "What's going on?" He pants slightly out of breath.

I just shrug and gesture to the small thing standing by me. His eyes lower to where I am pointing in curiosity "Oh Kreacher, I forgot about him." He says by way of explanation.

Kreacher gasps at the sound of my Fathers voice and ducks into a low bow "Master Regulus," He croaks before straightening up again.

My Father merely raises his eyebrows,"Get lost Kreacher," He orders exasperatedly.

There's a loud crack and the house elf evaporates into dust. "What was that?" I say with a disgusted undertone still lacing my voice.

My Dad laughs at the expression of horror on my face, "Family house elf. He always was a nasty piece of work." He smiles. "Get to bed then Buttercup we have to be at the station at 11."

I change hastily into my pajamas deciding to forgo brushing my teeth for the night, vowing to do them extra hard the next morning in a cleaner bathroom.

After a quick inspection of the bed, I clamber in and let sleep take me.

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I awake the next morning to the sound of clattering downstairs, and the sunlight streaming through the thin lace curtains hanging above my head.

I swing my legs round and jump out of bed feeling decidedly better after a full nights sleep in an at least a half proper bed.

When I enter the kitchen I am treated to the smell of pancakes which I haven't had since I was at least eight, and are my absolute favourite.

"Hey Buttercup, good sleep?" My Dad questions when he notices me hovering in the doorframe staring longingly at the pile of pancakes sat on the long wooden table.

"Yes thank you, are those for me?" I ask nodding towards the plate. My Father chuckles at my eagerness, "Of course, help yourself," He gestures towards them and hands me a plate.

I sit down at the table, grab a pancake and shove it in whole deciding to forgo the plate entirely.

When I have finished stuffing my face, my Dad clears his throat. "Get all your stuff together then sweet, we have to be there in 45 minutes."

With a quick nod I scurry off upstairs to pack the stuff I have scattered around my room during my short stay.

10 minutes later I come bounding down the stairs, excited to finally be going to Hogwarts. "Dad let's go man, the train leaves in 10 minutes how are we going to get there?" I shout in the direction of no one in particular.

My Dad appears from the exact opposite direction I shouted in with a smirk plastered on his face. "Let's go then," He wrenches open the door ignoring its loud creak in protest. I follow after him into the bright autumn sunlight.

My Dad holds his arm out towards me, "Grab on," He says, and the minute our hands touch there is an awful lurching sensation in my stomach, and a second later I am standing just in front of the Kings Cross sign.

Ok, this took so long and it's so short.. sorry :( On the bright side I went to see Taylor Swift on her Red tour which was totally awesome and one of the best nights of my life! Thanks y'all for being so patient and I will try to be better.