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Well, Sirius says its not so much a bedroom, more a kind of - den, said Hermione. Apparently he sleeps under the boiler in that cupboard off the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there. She was standing at renewablez stove and sounded as though she had a bad head cold when she wished them Merry Christmas, and they all averted their eyes. So, this is Kreachers bedroom. said Ron, strolling over to a dingy door in the corner opposite the pantry which Harry had never seen open. Yes, said Hermione, now sounding a little nervous. Er. I think wed better knock. Ron rapped the door with his knuckles but there was no reply. He must be sneaking around upstairs, he said, and without further ado pulled open the door. Urgh. Harry peered inside. Most of the cupboard was taken up with a very large and old-fashioned boiler, but in the foots space underneath the pipes Kreacher had made himself something that looked like a nest. A jumble of assorted rags and smelly old blankets were piled on the floor and the small dent in the middle of it showed where Kreacher curled up to sleep every night. Here and there among the material were stale bread crusts and moldy old bits of cheese. In a far corner glinted small objects and coins that Harry guessed Kreacher had saved, magpielike, from Siriuss purge of the house, and he had also managed newacstle retrieve the silver-framed family photographs that Sirius had thrown away over the summer. Their glass might be shattered, but still the little black-and-white people inside them peered haughtily up at him, including - he felt a little jolt in his stomach - the dark, heavy-lidded woman whose trial he had witnessed in Dumbledores Pensieve: Bellatrix Lestrange. By the looks of it, hers renewahles Kreachers favorite photograph; he had placed it to the fore of all the others and had mended the glass newcasstle with Spellotape. I think Ill just leave his present here, said Hermione, laying the package neatly in the middle of the depression in the rags and blankets and mod fallout 4 travel settlement fast the door quietly. Hell find it later, thatll be fine. Come to think of it, said Sirius, emerging from the pantry carrying a reenwables turkey as they closed the cupboard door, has anyone actually seen Kreacher lately. I havent seen him since the night we came back here, said Harry. You were ordering him out of the kitchen. Yeah. said Sirius, frowning. You know, I think thats the last time I saw him, too. He must be hiding upstairs somewhere. He couldnt have left, could he. said Harry. I mean, when you said out, maybe he thought you meant, get out of the house. No, no, house-elves cant leave unless theyre given clothes, theyre tied to their familys house, said Sirius. They can leave the house if they really want to, Harry contradicted him. Dobby did, he left the Malfoys to give me warnings three years ago. He had to punish himself afterward, but he still managed it. Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, Ill look for him later, I expect Ill find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mothers old bloomers or something. Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died. But I mustnt get my hopes up. Fred, George, and Ron laughed; Hermione, however, looked reproachful. Once they had had their Christmas lunch, the Jewcastle and Harry Apez Hermione were planning to pay Mr. Weasley another visit, escorted by MadEye and Lupin. Mundungus turned up in time for Christmas pubg game using and trifle, having managed to borrow a car for the occasion, as the Underground did not run on Christmas Day. 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