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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Regulus sat down on the bed beside Kreacher, guitar in hand, suddenly nervous. Idly plucking at the strings he regarded his friend, momentarily at a loss. "Um...What would you like to hear...I mean what sort of song," he asked, sharply aware that Kreacher wouldn't know any of the Muggle music to which he now so deeply related.
Kreacher frowned thoughtfully. "Kreacher doesn't know. He will enjoy anything Master Regulus plays, he is sure."
It was then that Regulus realized that perhaps he was nervous, and a little uncomfortable because he didn't have any songs that weren't immensely depressing. This was because for the entire time of his self-imposed if necessary exile, he was utterly miserable.
He'd lost everything as he saw it and the only comfort he'd found was in music. Not in allowing it to uplift him with happy songs so much, because that felt like a lie. He wasn't happy, after all. Far from it...Very far.
What he loved about the music was the understanding it gave him. He related to every note of loss and misery torn from the heart of someone suffering in their way as much as he was. It was as if they understood him, and offered sympathy and a calm for his pain in the best way they could. Learning to sing and play these songs allowed him to express himself and that made the pain more bearable.
Now that Kreacher was with him again, embracing depression felt...wrong. For this reason he found himself struggling to think of a song that reflected the love that he and Kreacher shared. He sat for several seconds, frowning into space and then it suddenly struck him! It was so obvious!
"This song is by a group, fittingly called Survivor. The song is about two friends who become lovers and find their way back to one another," he explained, giving Kreacher a soft smile. "There are a few lines that remind me strongly of my mistakes and how in spite of them I am with you again."
Taking a deep breath, Regulus ran his fingers across the guitar strings checking that it was properly tuned, using the moment to psych himself up to perform for Kreacher. "Only Dora and Mortis have heard me play before...but performing for you means more than anything, so I am quite nervous, I must admit," he said, giving an embarrassed laugh.
Kreacher smiled encouragingly. "Master Regulus will be wonderful, and Kreacher is eager to hear him."
Regulus closed his eyes and began to play. Before he sang the first note, though, he made himself open his eyes to regard Kreacher. He wanted to sing to his friend, to connect with him and through the song convey how much he loved him and how sorry he was that this reunion had taken so long. When he sang the line that spoke of having taken for granted the friend he had in him, he heard his voice breaking slightly.
He made it through the rest of the song without ruining it, and by the end, it was Kreacher's round blue eyes that were swimming with tears.
"That's beautiful, Master Regulus," he choked out, rubbing at his eyes with the sleeve of the gray cardigan Dora had given him to wear as a sort of tunic.
Regulus let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "I'm so glad you liked it!" And he was. Kreacher's opinion meant the world to him. It was everything and always had been.
"Kreacher would like to hear another," the elf said and this time Regulus had something in mind without having to think on it.
"This one is another that reflects how I feel about you," he said. "Music is so wonderful for that...for using magic to convey a depth of feeling that words alone can never express," Regulus enthused. "This one is called Love Song, by a group called The Cure."
Kreacher smiled. "Kreacher likes the title already, for he loves Master Regulus very much."
Regulus smiled back. "Likewise."
He began to play, losing himself in the haunting melody as he sang of how he felt whole, and young, and free again when he was alone with Kreacher. As he sang that no matter how far away he strayed he would always love him, the elf began to sway slightly to the beat, gaze fixed adoringly on Regulus's face.
"That was beautiful," Kreacher said softly, not speaking until the last notes died away.
"It's just how I feel about you," Regulus said, lowering his head so that his dark hair fell forward to hang like a curtain across his cheek. "Thank you, though. Your opinion has always meant more to me than anyone else's."
"Master Regulus honors Kreacher," the elf said and Regulus chuckled, shaking his head.
"No. Kreacher deserves every high compliment he gets. He is the wisest and strongest person I know...Far stronger than I am, certainly."
It was the elf's turn to shake his head. "Master Regulus is unfair to himself," he chided. Glancing down at the guitar Regulus still held he asked, "What else did Master Regulus sing while he and Kreacher were apart?"
Regulus shifted uncomfortably. "Nothing as pleasant as the two I just played, I am afraid. I was quite miserable and I used music as an outlet for that misery to prevent it from drowning me." That admission was not a comfortable one, but he was always unfailingly honest with Kreacher and that wasn't going to change now or ever. Kreacher's expression grew sad as he took in Regulus's words. "Show Kreacher," he said and Regulus nodded.
"This one is called Against All Odds by a man named Phil Collins. I think it's fair to play this particular one if I'm showing you sad songs, because considering our situation, it's one either of us could've related to the other. I believed you didn't want me and you believed me...well dead...It is basically saying that without you I am empty."
Regulus swallowed hard. Talking about the song before singing it was a way to give Kreacher a bit of reference, but in this case it brought too painfully to the forefront of his mind exactly how bad it had been without Kreacher." My favorite line says...You're the only one who really knew me at all, and Kreacher, that's always been so true."
Kreacher reached out a hand to cover his, nodding in silent agreement with the sentiment. Regulus drew in a deep breath and began to play so that he would not begin to cry. In truth he was tired of crying. Tears had not returned Kreacher to him, after all. His own actions had done that, lifting the veil on their misunderstandings. Kreacher's expression showed strain as he listened, but he managed not to cry, though he looked as if he would very much like to. The song was almost over when the doorbell rang and Regulus hastily put down the guitar.
"That will be your food. I'll be right back," he said, kissing Kreacher's cheek before vaulting off the bed and out the door. Leaping down the stairs four at a time with vampiric speed, he was opening the door seconds after the delivery man had rung the bell. In less than a minute, he'd paid and was back upstairs with Kreacher's food.
"Do the breadsticks smell good," he asked and Kreacher blinked in confusion.
"Can't Master Regulus smell them?"
"Yes, but due to the changes vampirism has made on my body, I can no longer recognize such smells as appetizing," he explained.
Kreacher frowned, obviously not understanding that but he answered the question all the same. "Kreacher supposes they smell pleasant," he admitted. "Is Master Regulus certain they were made by Muggles?"
Regulus shrugged. "I suppose I can't be certain. Perhaps a wizard would take up employment at a Muggle pizza establishment, though I can't imagine why. Alright I suppose I could imagine...They could be in hiding as I am, but it is probably unlikely."
Kreacher carefully opened the box of breadsticks and peered at them hard before finally poking one with a finger then lifting it and taking a careful bite.
"Garlic butter," the elf mused half to himself. "Pleasantly crunchy on the outside, yet soft inside. Not bad, Kreacher supposes." He took another bite and Regulus had to look away to hide his amused grin.
Kreacher ate one breadstick before closing the box. "Kreacher will save those for tomorrow," he said, and opened the container that held the salad. "This fork looks strange," he complained, and Regulus glanced down to see the elf poking at a tomato slice with a plastic fork.
"It's disposable," he explained and Kreacher frowned.
"Why? Can Muggles not clean? Of course they cannot," he continued, answering his own question. "They are stupid and lazy, after all."
He spent around ten minutes carefully examining the salad, poking through each layer as if looking for something dangerous to be hidden among the vegetables.
"It's just a salad, Love," Regulus said, finally giving into the impulse to laugh that he'd been holding back for at least five minutes. "I doubt they can ruin a salad!"
"Master Regulus should not be so certain," Kreacher said darkly, scowling down at the salad in obvious mistrust.
Though Kreacher never seemed to truly warm to the salad, he eventually ate it to Regulus's relief. "What shall you do while I am sleeping come sunrise," he wondered and Kreacher shrugged.
"He will sleep as well, Kreacher supposes. If he wakes before Master Regulus, he will eat and feed Mortis. Then he will return to Master Regulus's side and wait for him to awaken."
"Won't that be dull," Regulus asked with a frown of concern. "Dora has plenty of books. We can find you something suitable to read before I am forced by the sun to retire."
Kreacher smiled. "We can do that if Master Regulus likes, but Kreacher would be perfectly content just watching Master Regulus sleep. He has missed him for so very long. At times it is still difficult for him to believe that Master Regulus is truly here."
"I am right here and never leaving your side again for any reason," Regulus assured. "I swear."
The two spent a few pleasant hours in the bed, relishing one another's presence in all ways possible. They reveled in the fact that they could be alone together without worrying that someone could enter the room or summon Kreacher away to attend to some chore or other at any moment. Their love at last had freedom and that felt incredible, adding a new depth of passion that both were ready and eager to explore. When Regulus felt the approach of sunup expressed through a heavy feeling of lethargy, he sighed, sitting up in the bed and untangling himself from Dora's designer sheets. Kreacher made a low moan of protest as their bodies drew apart.
"I am sorry, Dear One," Regulus said, kissing him a final time. Drawing the elf into his arms, he allowed his mouth to linger on Kreacher's own, slowly taking a good night kiss that would last them both through the day.
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