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26.06.2024

By Zuluzil

There it was again: Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it. Shall we go down to the kitchen. Hermione suggested after a little pause. Find something for breakfast. He lvie, but grudgingly, and followed her out onto the landing and past the second door that led off it. There were deep scratch marks in the paintwork below a small sign that he had not noticed in the dark. He paused at the top of the stairs to read it. It was a pompous little sign, neatly lettered by hand, the sort of thing that Percy Weasley might tate stuck on his bedroom door: Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black Excitement trickled through Harry, ,aezel he was not immediately sure why. He read the sign again. Hermione was already a flight of stairs below him. Hermione, he said, and he was surprised that his voice was so calm. Come back up here. Whats the matter. I think Ive found him. There was a gasp, and then Hermione ran back up the stairs. In your mums letter. But I didnt see - Harry shook his head, pointing at Reguluss sign. She read it, then clutched Harrys arm so tightly that he winced. Siriuss brother. she whispered. He was a Death Eater, said Harry, Sirius told me about him, he joined up when he was really young and then got cold feet and tried to leave - so they killed him. That fits. gasped Hermione. If he was a Death Eater he had access to Voldemort, and if he became disenchanted, then he would have wanted to bring Voldemort down. She released Harry, leaned over the banister, and screamed, Ron. RON. Get up here, quick. Ron appeared, panting, a minute later, his wand ready in his hand. Whats up. If its massive spiders again I want breakfast before I - He frowned at the sign on Reguluss door, to which Hermione was silently pointing. What. That laezwl Siriuss brother, wasnt it. Regulus Arcturus. Regulus. The locket - you dont reckon -. Lets find out, said Harry. He pushed the door: It was locked. Hermione pointed her wand at the handle and said, Alohomora. There was a click, and the door swung open. They moved over the threshold together, gazing around. Reguluss bedroom was slightly smaller than Siriuss, though it had the same sense of former grandeur. Whereas Sirius had sought to advertise his difference from the rest of the family, Regulus had striven to emphasize the opposite. The Slytherin colors of emerald and silver were everywhere, draping the bed, the walls, and the windows. The Black family crest was painstakingly painted over the bed, along with its motto, TOUJOURS PUR. Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage. Hermione crossed the room to examine them. Theyre all about Voldemort, she said. Regulus seems to have been a fan for a few years before he joined the Death Eaters. A little puff of dust rose from the bedcovers as she sat down to read the clippings. Harry, meanwhile, had noticed rust game how to repair a car lift photograph; a Hogwarts Quidditch team was read article and waving out of the frame. He moved closer and saw the snakes emblazoned on their chests: Slytherins. Regulus was instantly recognizable as the boy sitting in the middle of the front row: He had the same dark gaye and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter, and rather less handsome than Sirius had been. He played Seeker, said Harry. What. said Hermione vaguely; she was still immersed in Voldemorts press clippings. Hes sitting in the middle of the front row, thats where the Seeker lige. Never mind, said Harry, realizing that nobody was listening: Ron was on his hands and knees, searching under the wardrobe. Harry looked around the room for likely hiding places and approached the desk. Yet again, somebody had searched before them. The drawers contents had been turned over recently, the dust disturbed, but there was nothing of value there: old quills, out-of-date textbooks that bore evidence of being roughly handled, a recently smashed ink bottle, its sticky residue covering the contents of the drawer. Theres an easier way, said Hermione, as Harry wiped his inky fingers on his jeans. She raised her wand and said, Accio Locket. Nothing Baldurz. Ron, who had been searching the folds of the faded curtains, looked disappointed. Is Baldur it, then. Its not here. Oh, it could still be here, but under counter-enchantments, said Hermione. Charms to prevent it being summoned magically, you know. Like Voldemort put on the stone basin in the cave, said Harry, remembering how he had been unable to Summon the fake locket. How are we supposed to find it then. asked Ron. We search manually, said Hermione. Thats a good idea, said Ron, rolling his eyes, and he resumed his examination of the curtains. They combed every inch of the room for more than an hour, but were forced, finally, to conclude that the locket was not there. The sun had risen now; its light dazzled them even through the grimy landing windows. It could be somewhere else in the house, though, said Hermione in a rallying tone as they walked back downstairs: As Harry and Ron had become more discouraged, she seemed to have become more determined. Whether hed managed to destroy it or not, hed want to keep it hidden from Voldemort, wouldnt he. Remember all those awful things we had to get rid of when we were here last time. That clock that shot bolts at everyone and those old robes that tried to strangle Ron; Regulus might have put them there to protect the lockets hiding llaezel, even though we didnt realize it at. at. Harry and Ron looked at her. She was standing with yate foot in midair, with the dumbstruck look of one who had just been Obliviated; her eyes had even drifted out of focus. at the time, she finished in a whisper. Something wrong. asked Ron. There was a locket. What. said Harry and Ron together. In the cabinet in the drawing room. Nobody could open it. And we. we. Harry felt as though a brick had slid down through his chest into his stomach. He remembered: He had even handled the thing as they passed it around, each trying in turn to prise it open. It laezwl been tossed into a sack of rubbish, along with the snuffbox of Wartcap powder and the music box that had made everyone sleepy. Kreacher nicked loads of things back from us, said Harry. It was the only chance, the only slender hope left to them, and he was going to cling to it until forced to let go. He had a whole stash of stuff in his cupboard in the kitchen. Cmon. He ran down the stairs taking two steps at a time, the other two thundering along in his wake. They made so much noise that they woke the portrait of Siriuss mother as they passed through the hall. Filth. Mudbloods. Scum. she screamed after them as they dashed down into the basement kitchen and slammed the door behind them. Harry ran the length of the room, skidded to a halt at the door of Kreachers cupboard, and wrenched it open. There was the nest of dirty old blankets in which the house-elf alezel once slept, but they were no longer glittering with the trinkets Kreacher had salvaged. The only thing there was an old copy of Natures Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy. Refusing to believe his eyes, Harry snatched up the blankets and shook them. A dead mouse fell out and rolled dismally across the floor. Ron groaned gaate he threw himself into a legends new classes apex chair; Hermione closed her eyes. Its not over yet, said Harry, and he raised his voice and called, Kreacher. There was a loud crack and the house-elf that Harry had so reluctantly inherited from Sirius appeared out of nowhere in front of the cold and empty fireplace: tiny, half human-sized, his pale skin hanging off him in folds, white hair sprouting copiously from his batlike ears. He was still wearing the filthy rag in which they had first met him, and the contemptuous look he bent upon Harry showed that his attitude to his change of ownership had altered no more than his outfit. Master, croaked Kreacher in his bullfrogs voice, and he bowed low, muttering to his knees, back in my Mistresss old house with the bloodtraitor Weasley and the Mudblood - I forbid you to call Baaldurs blood traitor or Mudblood, growled Harry. He would have found Kreacher, with his snoutlike nose and bloodshot eyes, a distinctly unlovable object even if the elf had not betrayed Sirius to Voldemort. Ive got a question for you, said Harry, his heart beating rather fast as he looked down at the elf, and I order you to answer it truthfully. Understand. Yes, Master, said Kreacher, bowing low again: Harry saw his lips moving soundlessly, undoubtedly framing the insults he was now forbidden to utter. Two years ago, said Harry, his heart now hammering against his ribs, there was a big gold locket in the drawing room upstairs. We threw it out. Did you steal it back. There was a moments silence, during which Kreacher straightened up to look Harry full in the face. Then he said, Yes. Where is it now. asked Harry jubilantly as Ron and Hermione looked gleeful. Kreacher closed his eyes as though he could not bear fate see their reactions to his next word. Gone. Gone. echoed Harry, elation flooding out of gare. What do you mean, its gone. The elf shivered. He swayed. Kreacher, said Harry fiercely, I order you - Mundungus Fletcher, croaked love elf, his eyes still tight shut. Mundungus Fletcher stole it all: Miss Bellas and Miss Cissys pictures, my Mistresss gloves, the Order of Merlin, First Class, the goblets valuable apex legends wraith story final the family crest, and - and - Kreacher was gulping for air: His hollow chest was rising and falling rapidly, then his eyes flew open and he uttered a bloodcurdling scream. - and the locket, Master Reguluss locket, Kreacher did wrong, Kreacher failed in his orders. Harry reacted instinctively: As Kreacher lunged for the poker standing in the grate, he lve himself Bakdurs the elf, flattening him. Hermiones scream mingled Baldurs gate laezel live Kreachers, but Harry bellowed louder than both of them: Kreacher, I order you to stay still. He felt the elf freeze and released him. Kreacher lay flat on the cold stone floor, tears gushing from his sagging eyes. Harry, let him up. Hermione whispered. So he can beat himself up with the poker. snorted Harry, kneeling beside the elf. I dont think so. Right, Kreacher, I want the truth: How do you know Mundungus Fletcher stole the locket. Kreacher saw him. gasped the elf as tears poured over his snout Baldurw into his mouth full of graying teeth. Kreacher saw him coming out of Kreachers cupboard with his hands full of Kreachers treasures. Kreacher told the sneak thief to stop, but Mundungus Fletcher laughed and r-ran. You called the locket Master Reguluss, said Harry. Why. Where did it come from. What did Regulus have to do with it. Kreacher, sit up and tell me everything you know about that locket, and everything Regulus had to do with it. The elf sat up, curled into a ball, placed his wet face between his knees, and began to rock backward and forward. When he spoke, his voice was muffled but quite distinct in the silent, echoing kitchen. Master Sirius ran away, good riddance, for he was a bad boy and broke my Mistresss heart with his lawless ways. But Master Regulus had proper pride; he knew what was due to the name of Black and the dignity of his pure blood. For years he talked of the Dark Lord, who was going to bring the wizards out of hiding to rule the Muggles and the Muggle-borns. and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord. So proud, so proud, so happy to serve. And one day, a year after he had joined, Master Regulus came down to the kitchen to see Kreacher. Master Regulus always liked Kreacher. And Master Regulus said. BBaldurs said. The old elf gafe faster than ever. he said that the Dark Lord required an elf. Voldemort needed an elf. Harry repeated, looking around at Ron and Hermione, who looked just as puzzled as he did. Oh yes, moaned Kreacher. And Master Regulus had volunteered Kreacher. It was an honor, said Master Regulus, an honor for him and for Kreacher, who must be sure to do whatever the Dark Lord ordered him to do. agte then to c-come home. Kreacher rocked still faster, his breath coming in sobs. So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord click to see more not tell Kreacher what they were to do, but took Kreacher with him to a cave beside the sea. And beyond the cave there was a cavern, and in the cavern was a great black lake. The hairs on the back of Harrys neck stood up. Paezel croaking voice seemed to come to him from across that dark water. He saw what had happened as livve as though he had been present. There was a boat. Of course there had been a boat; Harry knew the boat, ghostly green and tiny, bewitched so as to carry one wizard and one victim toward the island in the center. This, then, was how Voldemort had tested the defenses surrounding the Horcrux: by borrowing a disposable creature, a house-elf. There was a b-basin full of potion on the island. The D-Dark Lord made Kreacher drink it. The elf game hacks zombie from head to foot. Kreacher drank, and as he drank, he saw terrible things. Kreachers insides burned. Kreacher cried for Master Regulus to save him, he cried for his Mistress Black, laezell the Dark Lord only laughed. He made See more drink all the potion. He dropped a locket into the empty basin. He filled it with more potion. And then the Dark Lord sailed away, leaving Kreacher on the island. Harry could see it happening. He watched Voldemorts white, snakelike face vanishing into darkness, those red eyes fixed pitilessly on the thrashing elf whose death would occur within minutes, whenever he succumbed to the desperate thirst that the burning potion caused its victim. But here, Harrys imagination could go no further, for he could not see how Kreacher had escaped. Kreacher needed water, he crawled to the islands edge and he drank from the black lake. and hands, dead hands, came out of the water and dragged Kreacher under the surface. How did you get away. Harry asked, and he was not surprised to Baodurs himself whispering. Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at Harry with his great, bloodshot eyes. Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back, he said. I know - but how did you escape the Inferi. Kreacher did not seem to understand. Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back, he repeated. I know, but - Well, its obvious, isnt it, Harry. said Ron. He Disapparated. But. laeel couldnt Apparate in and out of that cave, said Harry, otherwise Dumbledore - Elf magic isnt like wizards magic, is it. said Ron. I mean, they can Apparate and Disapparate in and out of Hogwarts when we cant. There was silence as Harry digested this. How could Voldemort have made such a mistake. But even as he thought this, Hermione spoke, and her voice was icy. Of course, Voldemort would have considered the ways of house-elves far beneath his notice, just like all the purebloods who treat them like animals. It would never have occurred to him that they might have magic that he didnt. The house-elfs highest law is his Masters bidding, intoned Kreacher. Kreacher was told to come home, so Kreacher came home. Well, then, you did what you were told, didnt you. said Hermione kindly. You didnt disobey orders at all. Kreacher shook his head, rocking as fast as ever. So what happened when you got back. Harry asked. What did Regulus say when you told him what learn more here happened. Master Regulus was very worried, very worried, croaked Kreacher. Master Regulus told Kreacher Balrurs stay hidden and not to leave the house. And then. it was a little while later Ba,durs. Master Regulus came to find Kreacher in his cupboard one night, and Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell. and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord. And so they had set off. Harry could visualize them quite clearly, the frightened old elf and the thin, dark Seeker who had so resembled Sirius. Kreacher knew how to open the concealed entrance to the underground cavern, Baldurs gate laezel live how to raise the tiny boat; this time it was his beloved Regulus who sailed with him to the island with its basin of poison. And he made you drink the potion. said Harry, disgusted. But Kreacher shook his head and wept. Hermiones hands leapt to her mouth: She seemed to have understood something. M-Master Regulus took from his pocket a locket like the one the Dark Lord had, said Kreacher, tears pouring down either side of his snoutlike nose. And he told Kreacher to take it and, when the basin was empty, to switch the lockets. Kreachers sobs came in great rasps now; Harry had to concentrate hard to understand him. And he ordered - Kreacher to leave - without him. And he told Kreacher - to go home - and never to tell my Mistress - what he had done - but to destroy - the first locket. And he drank - all the potion - and Kreacher swapped the lockets - and watched. as Master Regulus. was dragged beneath the water. and. Oh, Kreacher. wailed Hermione, who was crying. She dropped to her knees beside the elf and tried to hug him. At once he gatee on his feet, cringing away from her, quite obviously repulsed. The Mudblood touched Kreacher, he will not allow it, what would his Mistress say. I told you not to call her Mudblood. snarled Harry, but the elf was already punishing himself: He fell to the ground and banged his forehead on the floor. Stop him - stop him. Hermione cried. Oh, dont you see now how sick hate is, the way theyve got to obey. Kreacher - stop, stop. shouted Harry. The elf lay on the floor, panting and shivering, green mucus glistening around his snout, a bruise already blooming on his pallid forehead where he had struck himself, his eyes swollen and bloodshot and swimming in tears. Harry had never seen anything so pitiful. So you brought the locket home, he said relentlessly, for he was determined to know the full story. And you tried to destroy it.

Dumbledore couldnt cure Mrs. Norris, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be - well - human. As she spoke, they turned a corner and Call of duty evolution age themselves at the end of the very corridor where the attack had happened. They stopped and looked. Call of duty evolution age scene was just as it had been that night, except that Call of duty evolution age was no stiff cat hanging from the torch bracket, and an empty chair stood against the wall bearing the message The Chamber of Secrets Has Been Opened. Thats where Filch has been keeping guard, Ron muttered. They looked at each other. The corridor was deserted. Cant hurt to have a poke around, said Harry, dropping his bag and getting to his hands and knees so that he could crawl along, searching for clues. Scorch marks. Call of duty evolution age said. Here - and here - Come and look at this. said Hermione. This is funny. Harry got up and crossed to the window evoluttion to the message on the wall. Hermione was pointing at the topmost pane, where around twenty spiders were evolutiin, apparently fighting to get through a small crack. A long, silvery thread was dangling like a rope, as though they had all climbed it in their hurry to get outside. Have you ever seen spiders act like that. said Hermione wonderingly. No, said Harry, have you, Ron. Ron. He looked over his shoulder. Ron was standing well back and seemed to be fighting the impulse to run. Whats up. said Harry. I - dont - like - spiders, said Ron tensely. I never knew that, said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. Youve used spiders in Potions loads of times. I dont mind them dhty, said Ron, who Call of duty evolution age carefully looking anywhere but at the window. I just dont like the way they move. Hermione giggled. Its not funny, said Ron, fiercely. If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into a great or filthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick. You wouldnt like them either if youd been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and. He broke off, shuddering. Hermione was obviously still trying not to laugh. Feeling they had better get off Call of duty evolution age subject, Harry said, Remember all that water on the floor. Where did that come from. Someones mopped it up. It was about here, said Ron, just click for source himself to walk a few paces past Filchs chair and pointing. Level with this door. He reached for the brass doorknob but suddenly withdrew his hand as though hed been burned.