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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pandora excused herself to get rid of the body that was Regulus's first meal of the day and he was left alone with Mortis.
"I wonder," he asked the phoenix, question born of pure desperation. "If you would take a letter to Kreacher for me. I don't wish to insult you by expecting you to carry mail like a common owl and I never will ask you to do so again, but...I am using a charm to get the letters to him and...well I hope it isn't working because any other reason I can come up with for him not answering is not good. He is my best friend, and in truth my reason for living...Please if he is worried about me and never got the letters I'd never know. I don't dare return myself in case Voldemort is watching the manor. Ur...Do you even know who Voldemort is?"
The entire time Regulus was speaking, the black death phoenix sat on his shoulder, watching him through steady eyes. When asked if he knew who Voldemort was, he gave a single nod.
"Will you take the letter for me?" Again the bird nodded and Regulus sighed with relief. "Thank you so much, Mortis! I owe you one...or as many as you want," he said ecstatically. Hastily he rewrote a version of the first letter he'd sent to Kreacher. Rolling it into a tube he presented it to Mortis who took it in his beak. "If I project an image of my manor into your mind and a map to it from downtown London, can you manage?" The bird nodded and Regulus projected the information. When Mortis nodded again, he stopped, taking the gesture as an indication of the phoenix's having properly received the information required.
"I can apparate to London with you. Flying from Rome would take ages and it's not fair to ask that of you," Regulus said. Mortis shook his head, launched off Regulus's shoulder and flew through the air. When he was half way across the room, the air sort of shimmered and he vanished. Well that was impressive, Regulus thought. He couldn't wait for Kreacher to see his death phoenix.
Dora was back before Mortis. "I would ready yourself for rest soon. The sun will rise in less than half an hour," she told him. Regulus nodded, hoping Mortis would return before then. He waited pensively, but five minutes before sunrise, there was still no sign of the bird. Dora rose from her seat on the sofa, liquid brown eyes on the large wall clock across the room.
"Alright. I insist that you go to your coffin now. You are a new vampire and the sun will hit you hard," Pandora told him firmly. Regulus sighed and relented, rising from the arm chair in which he'd been waiting.
"What will sunrise feel like," he asked as they ascended the stairs together."Like a heavy sleep drug," Dora replied. Sunlight, even seen from indoors is painful and definitely burns young ones like you. Walk out in direct sunlight and you become a human torch," she said, bluntly laying out the facts in a direct way he appreciated.
"Got it," Regulus said with a brisk nod. "No rays for me ever again."
Dora chuckled, pausing at the top of the stairs. "When you are many centuries older, you won't burn up but it is never comfortable and the sun always drugs even the very old vampires. Sleep well, Regulus." He nodded.
"You too." She went into a room at the end of the hall, and he returned to the one she'd shown him earlier that held the pleasantly posh coffin. The concept of entering the coffin was a bit disconcerting, considering usually only dead people who were as a result unaware did that.
He opened the lid and glanced at the black satin lining and matching pillow inside. Feeling a little silly, he carefully climbed in, lying flat on his back. He reached up and closed the lid, surrounding himself in utter darkness. A little to his surprise, the coffin turned out to be padded and quite comfortable. He had to admit, it was a relief to be safely tucked away from the now deadly sun as well. With a sigh he allowed his body to relax while he waited for the sun to rise.
He hoped Mortis was somehow communicating to Kreacher and that the elf was readying himself to join he and Dora. Hopefully that's what was taking so long for the phoenix to return. On that hopeful note, Regulus's conscious thoughts suddenly ended. When he was once again aware of himself, he could hear Dora moving about a few rooms away. Lifting the lid of his coffin with one hand, he rose and left the bedroom. Now that he wasn't as ravenous as he had been the previous day he was able to appreciate how well he could see in the dark. It was as if the lights were on, in fact.
"Talk about improved night vision, " he murmured to himself with a small smile of amusement.
"Good evening," Dora called emerging from her own room in a knee length brown swayed dress and flat knee high matching swayed boots. She even wore a matching swayed headband. Brown wasn't one of Regulus's favorite colors, but the lovely Pandora made it shine. "Are you ready to feed," she asked. He nodded. He wasn't as ravenous as the previous day, but he was definitely ready to feed again.
"I hope Mortis is back," he said, hurrying downstairs. As Mortis had magically departed, Regulus assumed he was able to return in the same fashion. He was correct, and the phoenix was in the front room, perched on the arm of the chair in which Regulus had sat when Mortis left with the letter. The fact that there was a letter on the seat of the chair made Regulus's heart leap eagerly. Kreacher had written him back!
Lunging for the parchment, he quickly unrolled it only to see his own writing and nothing else.
With a trill, Mortis flew to his shoulder. In that single note, the phoenix imparted that he wasn't able to find the house, and that's what had taken him so long to return. Apparently he'd spent hours trying. Regulus felt his heart plummeting as he sank into the chair. "Thank you for trying so hard," he murmured. "I really do appreciate it."
The bird nodded in that calm majestic way he had that made Regulus feel honored just to be in his presence. Why could Mortis not find Grimmauld Place? Regulus didn't like this new puzzle at all.
"Aren't we going to feed," Dora asked, pausing beside his chair.
"Um...I'm not really hungry anymore. Mortis couldn't find my manor and I can't think why. I am really getting worried."
"It isn't like that. Especially for young ones. There is no not being hungry. You may be upset and equate it to not having an appetite, but if you wait too long to feed you will become so hungry that you are careless. It comes upon new vampires very suddenly so we are getting you fed."
Regulus nodded, rising despondently. "Afterward, I will go and take the damned letter to your elf if you behave," she said.
He brightened, giving her a warm smile. "Thank you, Dora. I can't imagine why Mortis couldn't find it."
"Well we shall see," she said. "I'll find someone bad for you to eat, and you just practice on keeping your mind shielded for tonight. You're in no state for practicing the filters I want to show you next. It takes proper focus and concentration and when you're distracted or upset, it is all the more difficult."
"Thank you, Dora," Regulus said gratefully. "You're the best."
Dora flashed a grin as they moved onto the street. "I know I am."
Regulus realized when she spoke of shields, that he didn't have his up. Apparently they didn't hold automatically once they were in place, or at least not for young vampires. He wondered if shields fell when a vampire slept and asked Dora about it as they turned onto a busier street.
"We have no control in our sleep," she replied. "So mental shields are completely down, but at least in most cases the sun has us too out of it to notice anything we hear."
Regulus nodded. That was good.
"How about a guy who is about to go home and kill his girlfriend," Dora asked suddenly.
"You can hear that in someone's mind," Regulus asked, surprised that she'd found someone suitable so fast. She nodded. "Sounds perfect. I will be saving that girl's life," he said. That made him feel even better than he'd expected it to.
"We must hurry to catch him. Follow me," Dora said and took off at a vampiric speed that the mortal eye wouldn't be able to track. The man was two blocks away, and they'd caught up to him in less than half a minute. Sprinting around in front of him, Dora caught his gaze with hers and commanded him to follow her. Regulus trailed as she led his dinner to an old warehouse then behind it. The place was in deep shadow, so he was secure in the fact that his ending of this man would go unnoticed by prying eyes. Mortals hadn't his night vision, after all.
"Bon Appétit," Dora said, gesturing at the man's throat.
Though he'd fed from the wrists of his victims the previous night, the pulse of the man's throat did make his hunger rise. It also made him wonder if it tasted better from the jugular. Leaning close without touching the man with anything but his mouth, Regulus drove his fangs in and greedily swallowed down the warm salty blood that spurted into his mouth.
Latching on he drained the man until he felt the heart slow. Tonight he had far more presence of mind, and drew away at once without any sort of admonition from Dora.
"Very good," she said, smiling at him. "You're a fast learner. I appreciate that a lot. It makes it a true pleasure to teach you."
Regulus smiled, pleased. He clearly recalled her reluctance to turn anyone and he was glad that she didn't regret doing so when it came to him.
She told Regulus to wait where he was while she fed. She was back in a little under five minutes and they returned home. Regulus was relieved not to have had to see Dora tearing out someone's heart again. Such a violent bloody mess made him feel an unsettling mix of squeamish and horrified.
Back home she asked him to picture London clearly, then to picture how to reach Grimmauld Place from there. He did and gave her the letter. She departed at once, barely giving him time to thank her.
He was left alone with Mortis, wondering what to do next.
"Are you hungry," he asked the bird, and Mortis shook his head. He trilled and Regulus understood that he'd eaten while he was away attempting to deliver Regulus's note, but that he would appreciate more food tomorrow if Regulus could manage it. Regulus was glad to manage it! The bird had done him a favor, or at least tried his best to, and besides, if he planned to remain with Regulus, Regulus should feed him.
"What do you eat," he wondered. Mortis trilled again and Regulus saw images of fresh fruit and nuts in his mind.
"Easily managed. There are food shops all over this city. I shall have to borrow some money from Dora until I figure out how to get my own, but I don't think she'll mind."
He hadn't had time or presence of mind to even consider the matter of money yet. He would've seen to withdrawing some from Gringotts had things unfolded as he'd planned, but as that wasn't the case, he had nothing.
Regulus spent the rest of the night picturing Pandora coming in through the front door with Kreacher at her side. How Regulus longed to see the elf...To hold him and talk to him and, of course to do other things. He missed Kreacher with everything, his mind, his heart and his body. If only he would return with Dora, everything would be perfect and Regulus could at last happily begin his new life. Dora returned forty-five minutes before sunrise and she was alone.
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