𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗻, cedric diggory

˗ˋ 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN
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-: seventh year :-

── IN WHICH SHE GETS AWAY

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"The Mudblood is talking to Kreacher as though she is my friend, if Kreacher's Mistress saw him in such company, oh what would she say-" Kreacher's pale eyes had widened at Hermione's words, and he muttered faster andmore furiously than ever.

"Don't call her a Mudblood!" said Ron and Ginny together, very angrily.

"It doesn't matter," Hermione whispered, "He's not in his right mind, he doesn't know what he's-"

"Don't kid yourself, Hermione, he knows exactly what he's saying," said Fred, eyeing Kreacher with great dislike. "If he called Rosie a halfbreed and she hasn't even mentioned that her mother is a mermaid, he knows exactly what he's saying."

"Is it true? Is it Harry Potter? Kreacher can see the scar, it must be true, that's that boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher wonders how he did it." Kreacher's eyes had landed on Harry, still muttering quckly.

"Don't we all, Kreacher." Rosie chimed in, shutting him up.

"What do you want anyway?" George asked, continuing on after his best friend.

 Kreacher's huge eyes darted onto George. "Kreacher is cleaning," The house-elf claimed, although it didn't look as if he was doing anything of the sorts.

"A likely story," said a voice behind Harry. Sirius had come back; he was glowering at the elf from the doorway. The noise in the hall had stopped; perhaps Mrs Weasley and Mundungus had moved their argument down into the kitchen. At the sight of Sirius, Kreacher flung himselfinto a ridiculously low bow that flattened his snoutlike nose on the floor.

His head was flattened on the wood far too close to Rosie's foot, and the twins took an arm each, pulling her back from the elf with a look of disgust written plainly over their matching features.

"Stand up straight," Sirius said impatiently. It was rather obvious just how he felt about the house-elf. "Now, what are you up to?"

"Kreacher is cleaning," the elf repeated defensively. "Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black-"

"- and it's getting blacker every day, it's filthy," Sirius scoffed.

"Master always liked his little joke," said Kreacher, bowin gagain, and continuing in an undertone, "Master was a nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mother's heart." Kreacher looked just about ready to spit on Sirius's shoes, but knowing the nature of house-elves, would most likely manage to behead himself as punishment and be mounted beside the others in the hallway, beside the screaming portrait of Walburga Black.

"My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher," Sirius snapped in reply. "She kept herself alive out of pure spite."

Kreacher bowed again and said, "Whatever Master says," then muttered furiously, "Master is not fit to wipe slime from his mother's boots, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him, how she hated him, what a disappointment he was-"

"I asked you what you were up to," said Sirius coldly. "Everytime you show up pretending to be cleaning, you sneaksomething off to your room so we can't throw it out."

"Kreacher would never move anything from its proper placein Master's house," said the elf, then muttered very fast,"Mistress would never forgive Kreacher if the tapestry wasthrown out, seven centuries it's been in the family, Kreachermust save it, Kreacher will not let Master and the blood traitors and the halfbreeds and the brats destroy it-"

"If he calls me a halfbreed again I'll into a mermaid and strangle him with my tail." Rosie muttered, to no one in particular. The twins both heard, and without even glancing at each other, took a step away, quietly laughing as Rosie pulled them back.

"I thought it might be that," Sirius was saying, casting a disdainful look at the opposite wall. "She'll have put another Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of it, I don't doubt, but if I can get rid of it I certainly will. Now go away, Kreacher."

It seemed that Kreacher did not dare disobey a direct order; nevertheless, the look he gave Sirius as he shuffled out past him was comparative of deepest loathing and he muttered all the way out of the room. "— comes back from Azkaban ordering Kreacher around, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw the house now, scum living in it, her treasures thrown out, she swore he was no son of hers and he's back, they say he's a murderer too-"

"Keep muttering and I will be a murderer!" Sirius yelled irritably, and he slammed the door shut on the elf. 

"Sirius, he's not right in the head," Hermione claimed pleadingly, "I don't think he realizes we can hear him."

"He's been alone too long," Sirius replied, shaking his head, "taking mad orders from my mother's portrait and talking to himself, but he was always a foul little-" 

"If you just set him free," said Hermione hopefully, "maybe -"

"We can't set him free, he knows too much about the Order," said Sirius curtly. "And anyway, the shock would kill him. You suggest to him that he leaves this house, see how he takes it."

Sirius walked across the room, where the tapestry Kreacher had been trying to protect hung the length of the wall. The others began to follow, but Rosie tugged the twins back.

"I'm going to go up to the room now. Tell me if anything happens - and give me your doxies." She hissed, grabbing a bottle of Doxycide from the side, as well as lifting the bucket already there - which had another bucket under it.

Everyone's back was turned, and huddled around the bucket, the twins and Rosie emptied their pockets, the girl on keeping the eggs in her pocket. Glancing around nervously, she unbottled the Doxycide and tipped it over the pile. "It's cruel, but it'll stop us from returning to a room full of doxies." She mumbled to the twins, who nodded. 

"If anyone asks, I've gone to the bathroom." And with that, Rosie left the drawing room, bucket of unconcious doxies in hand.

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a/n
i think a good question
would be; would rosie leave
with the twins during the school
year, or stay and graduate?