Harriette was alone in the room that Kreacher had told her was hers. She curled in on herself and cried. She wanted to go home. She wanted her daddies. She wanted her plushies and her bed. She sobbed. She wanted her daddies most though. She'd never even gotten the chance to call them that for real. She hated it.

"Miss Harriette?" Kreacher said, knocking on the door. "Would you like to eat? It's morning."

"I want to go home," Harriette stated, rubbing her eyes. She joined Kreacher at the door and took his hand. He held it for her.