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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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For what felt like quite a long time, the two just lay cuddled together in the dark. Neither spoke. They just clung to one another and enjoyed the fact that they could. It was like a dream only better, because Regulus was at last convinced that he was indeed awake and that Kreacher would not fade like a phantom from his arms. Holding the elf close felt better than anything in the world, and he never planned to lose him again. Eventually, though, Regulus's mind began to replay what Kreacher said about his mother's death. Though he was shocked and devastated to hear the news, struggling to somehow make things right with Kreacher had taken up most of his awareness. Now that things were quiet between them, he had no choice but to process that his mother was dead.
He had inadvertently hurt Kreacher, but at least he could spend the rest of his life making it up to his friend. His mother, not so much. He was never going to embrace her again, never going to have another opportunity to make her proud, or to even explain what had happened to his father.
"Did she know anything about...anything," he asked Kreacher suddenly.
Though he'd spoken quietly into the darkness of the room, his voice breaking the deep silence seemed somehow loud to his ears.
Kreacher shifted slightly against him. "Not that Kreacher was aware," he replied. "Kreacher never told as Master Regulus requested, and Mistress never asked."
Regulus swallowed. "Did she believe I was killed by the Dark Lord?"
"She feared so," Kreacher replied. "Master Orion as well, though no one was ever certain and Kreacher kept all things to himself as he was told to do."
"Did...She speak fondly of me," Regulus asked, forcing the words out through his grief and shame. Grief over his mother's loss and shame over the way he'd stupidly botched everything.
Kreacher pulled himself higher on the bed to peer into Regulus's face as best he could in the dark room. "Of course she did! She loved Master Regulus very much and she grieved him deeply as she did Master Orion. She and Kreacher were both very heartbroken."
Regulus felt the knife twist in his heart again. He had made such a bloody mess of everything. Reaching down, he drew the blankets closer around them as the temperature in the room dropped. "Do I feel cold," he asked, suddenly aware that he had had literally no human contact so had no idea how cold he was in comparison. Kreacher shook his head, snuggling closer.
"Master Regulus is slightly cooler, but not ice cold. He does not feel dead and Kreacher is pleased about that," the elf added as if to himself and Regulus chuckled.
"Vampires aren't dead. They are, in some ways, more alive if slightly more limited. He lifted up on one elbow to kiss Kreacher. "Soon you will see for yourself," he murmured against the elf's lips.
"Tell Kreacher what it is like," the elf requested.
"Well there is the extra strength and speed and mind reading, I use that bit to find the right sort of people on which to dine. If I get rid of the worst sorts of criminals, I feel as if I am helping the world...paying it back for my wrong doings in following the Dark Lord."
Kreacher nodded. "Yes, but what does it feel like? Does Master Regulus feel different? Will Kreacher still feel like Kreacher when he becomes a vampire with master Regulus?"
"I think you will feel like Kreacher," Regulus replied slowly. "I still feel like Regulus. It feels different as it involves our senses, but inside I am me. It feels different to notice even the air on my skin and sounds from further away. It feels different to notice all the many layers in sounds that I never noticed before. It teaches one much...At times more than I wished to know about humanity, seeing into their minds at will.
Drinking blood and craving it instead of food almost feels normal until you think about it for too long. Taking a life to have this blood would be more disconcerting did I not feel I was doing the world some good. Those Dora fed me from when I wasn't even conscious after the incident in the lake of Inferi were at least the homeless unwanted of the world so in truth I did not trouble myself too deeply over that either," Regulus admitted and Kreacher nodded against his shoulder.
Sighing Regulus added, "Not to mention my concerns were too deeply involved with you at the time to spare much for strangers. I was trying to contact you and handle my new vampirism at the same time."
"Handle," Kreacher asked.
"I had to learn to feed properly without being noticed by others and how to read minds only when I wish to do so. It isn't terribly difficult but at first it all felt rather complicated," Regulus replied, mind only half on his answer to Kreacher's question.
This was because he was remembering something that still troubled him.
"Kreacher? Before writing you I tried to call you to me, and it didn't work. I thought you were resisting the summons, and didn't know why at first."
"At first?"
Regulus flushed, ducking his head in shame. "Well later I thought you resisted because you'd come to your senses and wanted nothing to do with me."
Kreacher sighed.
"Of course Kreacher got no summons from Master Regulus," the elf said tiredly. "Master Regulus should have known that."
Rather than attempting to explain to Kreacher again that he would've been right to want nothing to do with him, Regulus focused on this latest mystery.
"But why? It couldn't have been the vampirism that blocked my connection to you because I called you to my room that last day when we went to the cave together and I was a vampire then."
Kreacher frowned. "Interesting. Kreacher does not know what could have happened, but he never heard a summons from Master Regulus or he would have come, always! No matter what."
"What if it has to do with the house," Regulus asked. "I called you when I was at Hogwarts before, but what if the vampirism changed the distance at which the call can be felt?"
"Didn't master Regulus say that vampirism makes things even stronger, though," Kreacher asked and Regulus nodded.
"I don't think it made my spells stronger or weaker in particular, but the bond between an elf and his or her master is a different sort of magic.
Silence hung in the air while man and elf both pondered the thing.
"I don't see how the lake water could've changed my connection to you but it's the only other factor I can think of. It didn't harm your magical ties to the family, but what if it interacted badly with my vampirism," Regulus speculated.
"Interesting," Kreacher said thoughtfully. "Master Regulus is the most brilliant wizard there is."
"Let's try it, though. Then we shall know for sure. Go down to the kitchen and get yourself some food and I will call you back to me in a few minutes. If you don't come I will assume it didn't work."
Kreacher nodded and got out of bed, fumbling about in the dark for his elf sack. Regulus itched to toss his shirt to the elf and free him, but he didn't dare. Not when Kreacher was so upset by the very thought when Regulus had brought it up years ago. Not now when Kreacher was still so hurt by Regulus's belief that the elf could want nothing to do with him for any reason. Instead Regulus leaned over the side of the bed and peered around for the tattered garment that Kreacher wore.
"When you become a vampire, you will acquire excellent night vision as well," he told Kreacher as he spotted the garment half way across the room where it had ended up as a result of their haste. With a flick of his wrist he had it floating to the elf's hand.
"We're getting you some new clothes," he said firmly and Kreacher nodded.
"Whatever master Regulus wishes. For so long Kreacher had no reason to care about how he looked," the elf lamented with a sigh as he tugged the thing, that was hardly better than a rag, on over his head.
"I am so sorry," Regulus said, meaning it with his entire being and knowing he could never say it enough.
"Kreacher is just happy to have master Regulus back home again where he belongs," the elf said. He apparated down stairs and Regulus sat on the bed, staring into the darkness. It was odd to be here in such familiar surroundings that he now felt so removed from due to having been estranged from them for years. He knew that a bit of time would remedy that, though, and in truth he already felt comforted by the presence of all his old things. All save for the dreadful newspaper clippings about the Dark Lord. Those would have to come down when there was time to deal with such things. He had left them up when everything happened to fuel his hatred and give him the strength to push forward but that was hardly necessary now.
Slowly he got dressed and moved to stare into the mirror. Of course he had no trouble making out his reflection in the dark. Once he had read in a Muggle magazine of Dora's that some people looked into a mirror and saw something that was not accurate. Fat people could look thin to themselves and extremely thin people could see themselves as huge, for example. A person could have a slight curve to their nose yet see it as extremely twisted. Body dysmorphia, it was called if he remembered correctly. When he looked into the mirror he saw the drawn tired and sad face of a man in his thirties. Everyone else saw the unlined face of a youth, so this was disconcerting to him. Of course he would be in his thirties had he not stopped aging due to vampirism so it was his mind's interpretation of the passing of the years he supposed.
Idly Regulus lifted his hair brush from the dressing table and straightened his shoulder length black locks. He then ran his hands down the gray Muggle style button down shirt he wore and tucked it neatly into the black slacks. He had always taken care to be proper and presentable and he had not allowed that to change for the sake of family pride if nothing else. He had even grown accustomed to Muggle clothing, though at least he'd kept himself reasonably stylish with good quality garments.
Hoping he'd given Kreacher enough time to get himself something to eat, Regulus called him. If the elf were still eating, he'd just go back to the kitchen with him. Nothing happened and he called again. When nothing happened for a second time he apparated into the kitchen where Kreacher sat eating a slice of ham and a sliced tomato on a wedge of bread. "I tried twice and it didn't work," Regulus said.
"Kreacher is sorry. At least it explains something," the elf said and Regulus nodded.
"It explains that there is something very bad in that bloody lake water! It looked like living filthy ink," he recalled with a shudder, walking across the room to sit down beside Kreacher.
"I missed you," he said, feeling a silly grin spreading across his face as he drew the elf close with one arm and kissed his cheek.
Kreacher leaned into the touch and smiled around a mouthful of food. "Kreacher missed master Regulus as well. He can still hardly believe he has returned."
"Well that settles it," Regulus said, still grinning like an idiot and quite unable to stop. "I shall be following you everywhere from now on so that we do not have to miss each other any longer. Will that bother you terribly?"
"Not at all," Kreacher said, snuggling closer.
"After you've finished eating, would you mind if we return to Dora's so I can let her know what has happened," he asked.
"That is fine," Kreacher replied.
"We can get my coffin as well," Regulus said.
Kreacher's eyes widened. "Master Regulus must sleep in a coffin?"
Regulus smiled uncomfortably. "It does sound a bit strange but it is comfortable, very dark, and safe in case anyone comes in. If you are able to completely sun proof a room, I'm sure that would be fine as well if you don't like the concept of a coffin. We can sleep anywhere you like."
"Best use what works to be safe," Kreacher said.
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