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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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"I brought you something to wear if you'd like it, Kreacher," Dora said as she reentered the room. "I thought you may be more comfortable..." She extended a small pile of clothing toward the sofa where Kreacher and Regulus were curled together with Kreacher's head on Regulus's shoulder. The two had finished...comforting one another and just snuggled staring at the television. At that moment, neither wished to break the silence with anything that could cause more sadness.
"I wasn't sure where we'd be going and thought you may like a bit more cover," she added, nodding to Kreacher's tattered elf sack. A bit of red crept into her cheeks as she added, "I never saw you dressed in such a way in Regulus's mind. Your tunic was thicker and longer and...newer. I just meant to help."
Kreacher sat up and reached with a shy hesitance for the pile of clothes.
"Dora saw Kreacher often in Master Regulus's mind," he asked and Dora nodded.
"I tried not to look, but at times, at his most miserable, he could project, especially when he was playing the guitar and singing. When I say at times, I mean daily," she added, lips twitching ever so slightly.
"Kreacher wishes he had been there with Master Regulus, then neither of us would have had to be sad," the elf lamented, tone mildly resentful, but he did not look at Regulus as he spoke. Instead his gaze rested on the gray clothes in his arms. Regulus straightened to see what Dora had brought. Kreacher ran his fingers over a soft cardigan that looked to be made of gray wool.
"It looks as if it would go well past your knees," Dora said. "And there are some tall socks to match to keep your feet from being hurt if we're walking somewhere."
"That was very kind of you, Dora," Regulus said, giving his maker a warm smile. His heart swelled with appreciation for her consideration of his Kreacher.
"It's not a problem. I have tons of clothes. You may keep it if it serves, Kreacher," she added to the elf. "I thought the color would suit you and I didn't have anything black that didn't look too girlie."
Kreacher looked up from his examination of the socks with an amused smile that only lasted a moment before his face became serious once more. "Indeed, Kreacher appreciates not looking like a girl. He is afraid he let himself go when Master Regulus was gone. He cared nothing for fashion and when his mistress died, he had even less reason."
"I'm sure you can work a quick shrinking charm on the sleeves and make it fit you perfectly," Regulus said of the cardigan. "Dora is right. That color will suit you nicely."
Kreacher nodded. "He can adjust the socks as well. It shall only take him a moment. Does Dora have a room where he might change into the new clothes?"
"I'll show you to a bathroom," Regulus said, rising from the sofa. "There's one right beside my bedroom. You can use that one to change."
He turned to Dora. "Keep that bag packed in case we have to leave in a hurry, but it won't be today after all. Kreacher has completely caught me up on everything I've missed and at this point it may be a bit tricky for me to return home. I think we should all remain here for now until I see what's happening. As it's gotten rather late, I think I shall put off seeing Dumbledore until tomorrow. As soon as I do, I'll return here and let you know what's going on and where we are going."
Dora gave him a look of open suspicion. "You're not trying to leave me, are you? Because as your maker we have a blood link as you know, and I will be able to find you. Keep in mind that the longer it takes me to do so, the more vexed I shall be when I do track you down. I don't exactly trust you to be on your own without getting killed yet after your track record."
Kreacher snickered.
"We aren't trying to leave you, Dora. I swear," Regulus said. "It's just that there is a child using my house for the war and I don't want him or his lot knowing about me. Apparently my brother left the place to his nearest and dearest upon his death, that being the child of his best school friend."
"So your brother died," Dora said. "I recall you didn't like him."
Regulus nodded. "It's certainly no loss, and of course he had to be an inconvenience even in death, giving my bloody house away."
Of course Regulus did not care that Sirius had no way of knowing he'd survived. They had no love loss between them and if Sirius could've gotten away with leaving the family home and wealth to one of his friends rather than to Regulus, he certainly would've regardless.
"I'll tell you everything Kreacher filled me in on as soon as we're back from getting him into his new clothes. Thank you again for those."
Kreacher nodded in agreement, bowing to Dora. "Yes indeed. Kreacher thanks Dora for her kindness."
Dora smiled, looking mildly embarrassed but pleased that Kreacher was pleased. "You are welcome."
Regulus led Kreacher upstairs and into the bathroom. "Let's have a shower," he suggested, taking the pile of clothes from Kreacher's arms and placing them on the closed lid of the toilet.
"The toilet looks the same but the bath is quite different for Muggles," Kreacher noted, pointing at the porcelain tub with its sliding glass door.
"Indeed," Regulus agreed, pointing upward to the shower head. "This allows water to pour down while you stand under it. It's very nice because you can make it hot. The steamy spray really relaxes the muscles.
Kreacher nodded, watching carefully as Regulus reached into the shower and turned on the spray.
"It is like rain indoors," the elf marveled.
"Only very warm rain," Regulus said, grinning at the intrigued look on Kreacher's face. Both stripped and dropped their clothes to the floor, stepping into the shower together. The water was near cold before Regulus could get Kreacher out. The elf was ready to use a warming spell but Regulus didn't know how magic could affect Muggle pipes so hastily turned the water off instead.
"Kreacher approves of bathing in indoor rain," the elf said with a pleased smile as he allowed Regulus to pat him dry with a large soft towel.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Regulus said, smiling back.
"Kreacher also liked the raspberry soap. Liquid soap is pleasant."
Regulus nodded. "Dora gets a ton so I just use whatever she has. I mean I don't have a need to go about smelling of raspberry." Kreacher tittered and Regulus wondered if his face was red.
He began toweling off his own body before moving to his shoulder length black hair. While he did, Kreacher attended to his new clothes. The sleeves were all that required shrinking on the cardigan. The socks, also made of soft gray wool to perfectly match the cardigan were tall. They passed Kreacher's knees, reaching all the way up to mid thigh, adding an extra layer of warmth. He merely had to shrink the feet and narrow the socks to form fit his legs so they would not fall down and that took less than a minute.
"Looking posh," Regulus complimented, watching as Kreacher slowly buttoned the cardigan down the front. It would be all too easy to take Kreacher into his bedroom that was just next door, but he'd promised to return and catch Dora up on the news.
"Kreacher is glad," the elf said, turning to regard himself in the bathroom mirror, clearing away the steam with a gesture of one hand. Approving of what he saw, Kreacher gave a pleased smile, his posture automatically straightening in pride. What others may have considered to be the stoop of age, Regulus knew to be that of being emotionally broken down and tired. Though Kreacher was obviously suffering from malnutrition, he was already looking far better.
Taking Kreacher's hand, he opened the bathroom door. "I'll show you my bedroom later. It doesn't have a bed, so we'll have to sort out something comfortable for you, but I'm sure we'll manage. Worst case, we can bring the sofa in until we get you a bed."
Kreacher smirked. "Yes, it did serve Kreacher and Master Regulus quite nicely earlier," the elf observed.
"Indeed," Regulus agreed as they headed downstairs.
"Well don't you look adorable," Dora told Kreacher as he and Regulus entered the sitting room.
Kreacher blushed, practically puffing himself up in pride. "Kreacher thanks Miss Dora."
"Hey," Regulus mock chastised, trying not to laugh. "That adorable guy is all mine."
"All the good ones are taken," Dora sighed dramatically.
Kreacher and Regulus settled back onto the sofa together and spent a few hours catching Dora up and discussing all the implications of Regulus's return. Eventually Dora excused herself to go feed. "I assume the two of you want the rest of the night for your alone time anyway," she said as she rose to go.
"Indeed," Regulus said, relishing the eager thrill he felt at the thought of being alone with Kreacher once again.
He didn't have to hide that anymore and he bloody well wasn't going to. After all he and Kreacher had suffered they had earned the right to love as they pleased, as he saw it. Besides, it wasn't bloody illegal! He was quite certain that proper wizarding society would shun him now for having become a vampire so he no longer cared a bit for what they thought. If he was honest, with his parents no longer alive, he never would've cared what anyone else thought anyway. Yes such things had mattered to him in the past, but what he found in Kreacher's arms mattered more. It gave him more than anyone's approval and whatever treatment he could garner as a result.
"You don't happen to have a spare bed tucked away anywhere, do you," Regulus asked Dora.
Her lips quirked. "Yes there is one guest room with a bed...You know in case I have guests that are a couple and have a use for the bed that doesn't involve sleeping. Why don't you drag your coffin in there so you and Kreacher can be comfortable. It's at the opposite end of the hall from mine on the right."
"Thanks so much, Dora," Regulus said sincerely. "You're really the best ever."
Dora grinned. "I know. Have a good time, you two." She was turning away when Kreacher spoke.
"Kreacher wants Miss Dora to know that if she ever needs anything...anything at all, Kreacher will be there to help her. She has taken care of his dear Master Regulus and now she has been so kind to Kreacher, even opening her home to him."
Dora paused to look over her shoulder at Kreacher. Her lovely liquid brown eyes were soft with kindness, but her expression was a bit sad as she regarded him. "The two of you have been through a lot. You could use a bit of kindness," she said. With the vampiric speed that Kreacher had yet to truly witness, she was gone before he could reply.
"She's gone. Probably already outside of the house by now," Regulus said to Kreacher's dumbfounded expression.
"Kreacher thought Miss Dora was a Muggle vampire, though," the elf protested.
Regulus smirked. "She is. That right there was a bit of vampiric speed. It has nothing to do with wizarding magic. You'll have that too when you're ready."
Kreacher's expression became cunning. "Kreacher thinks he could do a lot with that," the elf murmured.
Regulus chuckled. "Anyone you dislike will have their work cut out for them!"
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