[Book 3]
❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❞
Voldemort is back, only the Ministry just wouldn't see it. Instead, they send the Pink Plague to Hogwarts and accuse Serena's father, the acquitte...
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History did not adore us.
We weren't lucky, Romeo and Juliet had tragedy sown in their souls. and I guess then so did we.
The sky, which had seemed so crystal clear and sunny at Hogwarts, was silky grey and overcast in London. The fog hung over No.12 Grimmauld Place like thick white candyfloss, shrouding its façade in a milky twilight.
Serena looked at the house-elf heads on the first floor, lost in thought and also a little disinclined, while she balanced her fingertips over the banister and waited for her father to fetch some of the rest of his things. She herself had already packed the few things she had forgotten when she left in winter. It looked as though she would not be returning to her ancestral home, which would now only serve the purposes of the Order, for quite some time.
The journey home on the Hogwarts Express had been almost like every year. Hailey had been reading her magazine, Nate had been solving a quiz in the Quibbler, Neville had been stroking his weird plant whose name Serena had already forgotten, and Ron and Harry had been passing their time playing wizard's chess while talking about Harry's more or less existing relationship with Cho.
It hadn't been particularly hard for either of them to say goodbye, as they would be seeing each other again later that evening at a party at Crystal Cottage to celebrate the end of the school year.
Gradually, Serena began to get bored and walked randomly along the gallery before a strange noise made her sit up and take notice. "Shh."
It took a while before Serena could make out the source of the noise. Kreacher crouched in a dark alcove and beckoned her towards him with his long, skinny fingers. A little hesitantly, she approached the old house-elf, whose eyes seemed to widen with anticipation. "Hello Kreacher," she said pleasantly, while he merely scrutinised her and didn't even try to fake a smile.
The unfriendly creature stepped out of the darkness and seemed to be hiding something behind his back before he pulled her down towards him a little roughly by the arm. "Miss Serena must promise never to tell anyone."
The bony fingers dug roughly into Serena's forearm, but she nodded, despite not even knowing what the house-elf was talking about, "Master Regulus has spoken to Kreacher." He closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear what he was going to say next, "Kreacher did wrong, Kreacher couldn't follow his orders! But Kreacher had a new order... An order he will carry out this time."
Before Serena could say anything back or even make sense of it, the house-elf had brought his hand out from behind his back and dangled a medallion of some sort right in front of her nose. It appeared to be made of pure gold with a snake modelled from green stones coiled on its surface, "What is it?"
