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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
Disclaimer: Mature content, violence, sex. A Harry Potter fandom, no money is made off this project.

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Dora went upstairs to pack and Kreacher wandered over to stand in front of the large television. Half as tall as Kreacher, it was turned off, leaving the screen blank. "This Muggle contraption...It was talking when we apparated in," he said, pointing at the screen. "What is it for, Kreacher wonders."
Regulus took a few seconds to consider before answering that question. Of course he knew all about Muggle television by now, having spent nearly eighteen years around Muggles and Muggle things, but explaining it to someone who had no experience of such things could get very complicated very quickly.
"It's like a very advanced way of showing...plays and news," he explained. "They are usually pre recorded. Would you like me to turn it on and show you," he offered.
Kreacher frowned, obviously finding Muggle matters distasteful. Once Regulus would've agreed completely. Now that he'd lived as he had for so long, his agreement, though there, was only partial.
"Kreacher supposes," the elf said hesitantly, expression still skeptical. Regulus reached for the remote control and flipped the television back on. As the screen sprang to life with light and moving talking images, Kreacher made a small startled sound low in his throat and jumped back.
"Are they inside of the box?"
Regulus shook his head. "No. It's prerecorded. It's broadcast." He knew he wasn't explaining this well at all, because while, of course, Kreacher knew the meaning of the words prerecorded and broadcast, he would not understand them in the context of Muggle technology. "If you are really curious, I will get you some written information on how it works that will make it much clearer than I can," he concluded, having no problem admitting his shortcomings when it came to the subject of Muggle technology.
"MMM," Kreacher replied noncommittally. Regulus took this to mean that the elf hadn't decided if he cared enough to know more or not yet. He knew his old friend very well, and could read the meanings behind his tones and expressions like a book. It was nice that this hadn't changed as a result of their unnecessary and long separation.
"Why don't you come and sit with me and catch me up on everything else that I've missed while Dora gets ready to go," Regulus invited, moving over to the sofa.
"Very well," Kreacher agreed. They settled down side by side, and Regulus slipped an arm around Kreacher's shoulders, drawing him close.
"So," he asked. "What else did I miss?" Considering the news of his mother's death was one thing he'd missed, he found himself bracing for more unpleasant tidings.
"Well...Let's see...Kreacher must think," he murmured half to himself. "Kreacher is trying to remember everything that Master Regulus missed, hopefully in order. Did Master Regulus know that the Lestranges were imprisoned in Azkaban a few years after his own disappearance for crimes committed for the Dark Lord?"
Regulus felt his own eyes widen in shock and horror as he shook his head. "Azkaban," he breathed. Everyone knew the place was more than dreadful due to being overrun with Dementors. The things could ruin a person! To make things worse, it was basically Regulus's own fault, as he saw it, that the Lestranges had gotten locked up there too. If things had gone properly, they would've been free of Voldemort but instead they were more under his thrall than ever thanks to Regulus.
"They're out now," Kreacher assured, quickly covering Regulus's hand with his own. "Kreacher even saw them briefly when he had an opportunity to inform on Sirius Black." As he spoke, a gleeful smile lit up his face. "And Miss Bella killed him for Kreacher! That is the best news Kreacher has to report to Master Regulus. His brother is no more, thanks to Miss Bella!"
Regulus had no love loss for his unkind older brother to say the least. He wasn't going to bother pretending to be sad over his death to anyone, especially not Kreacher. The death of his loving mother was a tragedy, but not so for the death of an angry unkind mean spirited older brother who was as far from a role model as a person could get. Sirius had always been unkind to everyone in his family and their social circle for no reason at all. He always hated and disrespected everything the Black family stood for for no reason at all.
He'd been privileged and appreciated none of it. Kreacher had once shared with Regulus that he believed that Sirius was simply born bad, with something wrong in him, some imbalance, and Regulus agreed. He'd seen enough Muggle commercials on chemical depression and another mental disorder called Bi polar over the years. He wondered if Sirius had been afflicted with either or both of those.
If so it was unfortunate, but still no excuse for Sirius to be such a royal shit. So no he wasn't sorry to hear of his brother's demise. "She killed him? Good on her. What happened?"
Kreacher proceeded to tell Regulus everything from the reasons the Lestranges were imprisoned in Azkaban, to their escape last year and the Ministry attack where Bellatrix kindly did the world a favor for which she was unappreciated by most and killed Sirius. He then explained how an organization called The Order of the Phoenix had taken over Grimmauld place before Sirius died and that Sirius had left the place to Harry Potter, son of his dearest and most obnoxious friend James Potter. That was no true surprise though it enraged Regulus nonetheless, especially when Kreacher ranted about Mr. Potter bringing Mudbloods into the manor and blood traitors as well.
"Kreacher thinks he forgot to say that Sirius Black was also in Azkaban for some time, but he somehow escaped a few years before the Lestranges," the elf added while Regulus was still trying to process the bit about his home being invaded by unwanted strangers. "Of course he was very unkind to Kreacher and made his life extremely unpleasant," the elf added.
Regulus opened his mouth to ask how his brother managed to get himself locked up in Azkaban, but the look of hatred and misery on Kreacher's face as he spoke of how Sirius treated him had the question catching in his throat.
"Kreacher...I'm so sorry I wasn't there to take care of you and protect you from him." It felt as though Regulus's chest were being squeezed in a vice. Over and over he was seeing how all of his mistakes hurt those he loved, especially Kreacher. He wanted to protect the elf from being hurt more than anything in the world after the Voldemort incident, yet somehow only managed to cause him more and more pain instead.
"Kreacher is sorry that Master Regulus wasn't here to protect him as well," the elf murmured, swallowing hard.
The hand that wasn't covering Regulus's own picked unhappily at the rag like garment that served him as clothing.
Regulus sighed, staring at Kreacher and once again feeling the weight of the mess he'd made. He spoke then, the words coming out slowly and haltingly as he struggled to make himself understood even a little. "I'm not making excuses Kreacher, and I'm not asking you not to be angry, but I want you to know that I wasn't here being happy while you suffered. I was constantly miserable. If I'd had no pride I'd have...have sold my soul if it would've brought you back to me." Regulus shook his head, realizing that he was silently crying and quite unable to stop. It was the process of actually speaking aloud how twisted and utterly miserable he'd remained sense leaving Kreacher's side. Somehow saying the words made that truth sharper and more painful even now.
"How could I say goodbye to the only truth I've ever known? That's you, of course. Even if I truly believed that you didn't want me, I couldn't let it go within myself. And trust me I truly believed that you didn't, else I'd have returned after being made aware of Voldemort's supposed death."
Supposed as he was obviously back again. Regulus sighed, dropping his head. "I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me. I just don't want you to think I haven't tortured myself daily over...every mistake I made."
Kreacher's eyes were also full of tears, and rather than speaking he simply tightened his grip on Regulus's hand, twining their fingers together as he leaned against Regulus's shoulder.
"My Kreacher...I'm so sorry," Regulus whispered as the tears coursed down his face.
"Kreacher is sorry too," the elf said, rough voice hitching. "Sorry that he was unable to save Master Orion, sorry that he did not listen to himself and push Master Regulus to allow him to drink the stupid potion again instead, sorry that he failed himself and Master Regulus!" As he spoke his voice rose in his upset.
Regulus shook his head desperately as he pulled Kreacher closer. "No! None of that was your fault, precious one. None of it! Please don't ever think that. Everyone makes mistakes...it's life and it's how we learn, and in this case they were all mine, not yours. It's brought us back together though. Mortis told me I was killing my soul and that made me realize I had to try to do something to fix it. I had to try to help stop the Dark Lord and I had to see you again and do anything I could to win your forgiveness."
"Kreacher would forgive Master Regulus anything...Anything! Always," the elf insisted, his grip tightening convulsively on Regulus's hand. Regulus clung back.
"I love you so much," he said tremulously. "I'd have done anything just to feel your touch on my hand or to hear your voice again just once!"
"Kreacher can touch Master Regulus now," he said, and sliding his free arm around Regulus's waist he drew him close.
The two stopped speaking then, making use of Dora's couch in a way she would likely not have approved of in the least. It was done in the name of love, though, and mutual comfort. As far as they were both concerned, it was more than necessary.
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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic