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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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The Search Is Over,
Chapter 26, The Search Has Come Full Circle
(In The Year 1997)
Kreacher was floating between sleep and wakefulness on the pile of rags that served him for a bed when a knock came at the door to Grimmauld place. He felt his soul shrivel a little. More blood traitors or mudbloods with which he had to share air, he knew. Heaving a sigh, the elf dragged himself to his feet and shuffled toward the door. His body was tired and hunched due to neglect, depression and inactivity, and he intentionally took his time reaching the door. When he peered out of the keyhole into the evening dimness, his heart nearly stopped.
Yanking the door open, he glared. "Who plays such a cruel trick on Kreacher," he demanded. Then as he realized exactly who might play such a cruel trick, he took a hasty step backward, eyes widening in panic. His breaths came faster in anxiety filled hitches. The Dark Lord was at last coming for him. He'd managed to get past all the wards and was coming for Kreacher at long last...But why did he have to send someone wearing the guise of Master Regulus? A Master Regulus that time had not touched to boot. He looked just the same as he had the last time Kreacher had seen him eighteen years ago.
"Only to torture Kreacher," he muttered the answer to himself.
"Please, Kreacher. Just talk to me. May I come inside?" The gentle husky voice, so familiar and beloved tore at Kreacher's heart. The sudden pain in the beautiful proud and noble face twisted at Kreacher's very will to resist. "So real," he murmured. "So much like Master Regulus. Yes he wishes very much to torture Kreacher as he breathes his last," the elf observed.
"Please, Kreacher. May I come in?"
Did it truly matter? Did it truly matter where he died, Kreacher wondered. But then again, what if the wards meant he needed to be allowed entrance. "Kreacher shall not make it easy for HIM. Not after what he has done to Kreacher's precious dear wonderful Master Regulus...and Master Orion and Mistress...Kreacher will not give an inch," the elf murmured, shaking his head, a spark of defiance raising itself in him at last.
"What?" The Master Regulus look alike blinked. "Kreacher, it is I! Please let me in before someone sees me and I bring you more danger than I already have in the past. Please...I will do anything to make it up to you. Anything you like, just please talk to me!"
Kreacher shook his head slowly. "Kreacher knows that this is not his Master Regulus. Kreacher also knows that fake Master Regulus must be invited in, and Kreacher will not invite him in. Kreacher will not make his own death easy."
"What?" The fake Master Regulus blinked again, obviously perplexed. "I don't have to be invited in. I simply did not wish to force my presence onto you if you truly did not wish it."
Kreacher forced his body to straighten as he looked defiantly into the fake Master Regulus's eyes. He hated that the sight, so warm and familiar and beautiful tore at his heart. His heart wanted to believe even if his mind refused. His heart wanted to fling his body into Master Regulus's arms and cling to him and cry and tell him how dreadful everything had been. His mind, however, knew that this could not be his master Regulus, for he never would have remained away from Kreacher for so long.
"If fake Master Regulus requires no invitation to come in, prove it," Kreacher challenged.
"Very well, and I am no fake," fake Master Regulus insisted, and stepped forward.
"You shall have to step back out of my way," he prompted gently when Kreacher did not move. Once again his traitorous heart sang at the reserved amusement in fake Master Regulus's tone, so much like that of the real one. His heart longed to hear his master again so much that it didn't want to recognize the traitor for what he was, Kreacher knew.
"Kreacher will not," he said firmly.
Fake Master Regulus sighed. "Very well then," he said in a resigned tone and scooped Kreacher into his arms before stepping the rest of the way inside and closing the door behind him with one foot. It was only then that Kreacher noticed the black bird on his shoulder. "It looks like a phoenix," he mused under his breath. "But the coloring is not right for a phoenix, now is it."
"He is a death phoenix. His name is Mortis," fake Master Regulus said.
"Ah. So the bird will kill Kreacher," Kreacher asked, wondering why the fake Master Regulus had wanted Kreacher to invite him in when it was apparently unnecessary.
"Of course not," Fake Master Regulus exclaimed. "Kreacher I'd never hurt you! Ever!"
Kreacher felt a huge lump forming in his throat as his breath hitched, this time in sorrow rather than fear. "Then why did Master Regulus stay away for so long!"
Even if he was the fake Master Regulus, he may as well answer that question, Kreacher decided.
"Because you wanted me to," fake Master Regulus insisted. "Kreacher I wrote letter after letter after letter and begged! I don't blame you for not wanting me around. It is alright. Just when I discovered, quite literally by chance that he was actually alive again, I knew I had to return and do whatever I could to help stop him. I've decided to go to Dumbledore and see if he will allow me to help. First, though, I had to come and see you, foolish risk though it may be. I figure I can ask Dumbledore to protect you if my coming here puts you at risk."
This was all too unreal, and Kreacher's mind just couldn't grasp it. Kreacher didn't know what to say or what to think. At last one thought managed to swim to the surface of his shocked brain. "But Kreacher never got a single letter from Master Regulus."
Regulus's jaw dropped. "But...I sent several! I used the pigeon charm that dad taught me. Remember that one?" Kreacher nodded dumbly. Fake Regulus knew things that he should not, the elf distantly observed.
"I even had Dora and Mortis try to deliver the letters, but they couldn't find the house. I felt it with my mind though. I also felt the spells on it. I don't know why Dora could not, but I can guess that it is because she has no true magic," Fake Master Regulus speculated in a way that made Kreacher want to smile just because of how dear and familiar his thoughtful tone was. "You tried to bring letters for me, didn't you Mortis," fake Master Regulus asked, turning to regard the black death phoenix on his shoulder. The bird gave a graceful elegant nod of his head and met Kreacher's eyes.
Only then did Kreacher realize that he was still being held in Fake Master Regulus's arms. He opened his mouth to tell him to put Kreacher down at once, but nothing came out. "Please Kreacher. Forgive me. I've been miserable for so long. I can't say enough how sorry I am and stupid I was for every damned choice that put us here. Please! I love you so much, I'll do anything...just please..."
It was the hitch in Regulus's voice and the sudden agonized expression as tears sprang to his eyes that convinced Kreacher. "Master Regulus? Is it truly Kreacher's Master Regulus?"
"Of course it is," Regulus said. Sinking to the floor right in the middle of the hall, his arms tightened around Kreacher who clung to him in return, still unable to believe his own eyes, ears and feelings. He'd hoped for so long that his Master Regulus would somehow return and save Kreacher from this life of miserable isolation and torment, not to mention mudbloods and blood traitors infiltrating his home against his will.
"But you promised to return that last day," Kreacher remembered, speaking through sobs that suddenly decided to force their way up from his chest where they had hidden for too long. "Kreacher waited and waited!"
Still crying too, Regulus clung to him as though to a lifeline and Kreacher clung back. "I couldn't," Regulus explained through a voice choked with tears. "I ended up ingesting too much of the water from that foul lake and I couldn't move for weeks!"
"Master Regulus was ill," Kreacher asked, suddenly concerned. Regulus shuddered in his arms.
"Very. I couldn't move for two weeks. I wasn't even awake. Dora had to feed me and I don't even remember that. As soon as I woke and realized how much time had passed I panicked and wrote you at once...and that was the first time that I never heard back. I told you what happened and that I wanted you to come away with me so that we could be safe together. When you did not reply, I understood that you'd finally come to your senses about me."
Kreacher blinked in shock, shaking his head at first slowly, then fiercely. "How could Master Regulus think Kreacher would ever!"
Regulus's chin trembled in a way that made Kreacher want to kiss him, to kiss the pain away even if he was lost in his own. And so he did. Regulus drew him closer as their lips made contact, making a low sound that reflected both grief and need.
When at last they drew apart slightly, Kreacher was breathless and his hands were splayed out across Regulus's chest. "Is this real," the elf rasped. "Or is Kreacher only in the midst of another dream from which he will wake to another day in his own private hell? Please do not let it be that, for this dream has been different...it has been more complex and so feels far more true to Kreacher."
"It is real. You are quite awake, my dearest one," Regulus assured. "For so long I thought you wanted nothing to do with me, that I can hardly believe myself awake either, though," he confessed, laughing as he drew Kreacher close again.
"Kreacher still cannot understand what would ever make Master Regulus think so," the elf insisted, genuinely perplexed.
"Well let's see," Regulus began dryly. "I nearly got you killed by stupidly following a soulless mad man...Great instincts I've got! Then I did actually get my father killed, and my cousin and the Lestranges are mindlessly serving Voldemort thanks to me. You'd be smart to want nothing to do with me."
"But Kreacher never felt that way," the elf insisted. "Kreacher told Master Regulus this before he...before he never came home...Did he forget," Kreacher asked, struggling to understand.
Regulus blinked, simply staring at him for a moment. "I...I suppose I may have," he said in an oddly dazed voice. "Or perhaps I thought you just came to your senses. I had to come and see you, though...Because returning to wizarding society without you...would just be too difficult."
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