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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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To the surprise of both Regulus and Kreacher, Orion never spoke of what he'd seen again. Eventually after a few days the two relaxed, no longer frightened of consequences from the Master of house Black when it came to their relationship.
"Does Master Regulus truly believe Master Orion will allow us to be together," Kreacher whispered into Regulus's ear one night after they'd satisfied one another's urges behind Regulus's locked bedroom door.
"He seems to have forgotten that he has seen us, but Kreacher knows this can not be true."
"He likely wishes to forget," Regulus said with a slight smile.
"And as for allowing us...He can not stop us. I keep telling you, Kreacher, no one is going to stop us. If worse comes to worse, we will just leave. We have enough skills and abilities to make our own fortune if need be. We can even go to the uncivilized Americas if necessary. I'd do anything to be with you as long as that's also what you want."
Kreacher's worries and doubts frustrated Regulus even if they were to a degree understandable.
"Master Regulus would give up his wealth and station? He should not have to," Kreacher said, eyes wide with horror.
"I don't care if keeping it all means that I am to be the pawn of society in all things, Kreacher. I have always been proud and happy to be the good son, but if they try to take this from us, that will have to change. What is the point of being a great wizard if one can not at least have personal happiness," he demanded.
Kreacher did not reply, but his gaze held doubt. He was the first to reach out though, touching Regulus's cheek then his hair. The conversation was over then, as the two melted into one another, giving way to their passion once more.
They lay tangled together in the aftermath when Regulus felt the sudden burning on his arm where the dark mark was engraved. Lifting the arm to his eyes, he could see by the dim light of the ornate candelabra on the wall that the mark seemingly sprang to life on his flesh stark and black against his white skin.
"Kreacher," he gasped in breathless excitement. "I think I've just been summoned to a Death Eater meeting! Look, see how the mark has come to life?"
"Kreacher sees," the elf breathed, round blue eyes even wider than usual as they fixed in awe on the dark mark on Regulus's arm.
Regulus sprang from the bed and lunged for his Death Eater robe and mask where they rested neatly folded atop his wardrobe. At once, Kreacher was at his side, helping him to hurriedly dress then dawn the robe and mask.
"Master Regulus looks impressive," Kreacher said, open admiration in his voice as well as his round blue eyes.
"Thank you, my friend," Regulus said, bending to embrace the elf tightly before straightening to go. He touched the dark mark on his arm as Bellatrix had instructed him to do when giving him his new robe and mask a few days prier. She had explained that when they were summoned, they did not need to know where the meeting was being held. They had only to touch the dark mark and apparate. The mark would lead them directly to the Dark Lord.
It worked just as Bella had said. Regulus apparated and found himself in the same room in which he'd met the dark lord last week. He stood among many other people in matching robes and masks to his own. He felt a momentary surge of discomfort upon realizing that he could not go and stand with Bellatrix and Rodolphus as he'd intended to do because he couldn't see who they were with the attire covering everyone so completely.
"I would like to welcome our newest member," the Dark Lord said warmly.
When he spoke, Regulus's attention was drawn back to him once more where it remained. He forgot about wanting to stand with Bella and Rod, and his initial discomfort completely faded so swept up was he in the sheer magnitude of the dark lord's presence. The man sat on a high gilded ornate chair with a great serpent forming the seat's high back. But no...the serpent wasn't the chair's back, Regulus suddenly realized. It was the same huge snake that had coiled around the dark lord's chair and legs when Regulus received his dark mark. Only now it was reared up over the chair and twined around it like an ornate part of the chair itself. This added to the Dark Lord's presence even more if such were possible.
Once again, Regulus thought how he'd never imagined such a huge serpent could exist!
"Welcome to our ranks, Regulus Black," the dark lord called and he was answered by a chorus of "WELCOME," from everyone else in the room.
"Thank you," Regulus said, hoping that was the proper response. He knew he was blushing and he was glad of the mask for it helpfully hid that fact.
"We are waiting on a few more to arrive, and the meeting will begin," the Dark Lord said cheerfully. "When I must summon everyone so late at night, it takes some a little longer to arrive than others." The room remained respectfully silent, no one speaking as the seconds passed. The silence was soon broken by the sound of a crack, then another as two more robed and hooded figures apparated in.
"Now we may begin," the Dark Lord said. "At present there are two important assignments that I need carried out. Both will require more than one person so I will be sending groups, one per mission. The first involves the questioning of two Unspeakables. I need them questioned...Thoroughly. Use any means necessary."
He pointed to four Death Eaters in turn and they hurried forward, bowing to the dark lord's gilded chair. He seemed to easily know who was who under the masks, Regulus noted in some awe.
"I have a parchment for each of you with the addresses of both Unspeakables as well as the information I need you to get from them. After this meeting has come to an end, you will speak amongst yourselves and work out when you will meet to carry this out as you must all go together."
"Yes, Lord," four male voices murmured, almost in unison from under their masks. The dark lord rose and approached them, passing a parchment to each. They took them and melted back into the crowd as Lord Voldemort resumed his seat. Regulus noticed that the serpent never moved through all of this, another reason it had been so easy to mistake it for part of the chair.
"And now for my next mission," the Dark Lord said, then pointed at three wizards who hastened to come forward. Regulus was the fourth and final person to whom Lord Voldemort pointed. As he hurried forward to join the others, he felt an eager surge of excitement to be involved in something so soon.
"I require the four of you to enter Durmstrang and...borrow some books for me. They are listed on the parchments I shall pass to you now," he said, standing and presenting each with a list. When Regulus glanced down at it, he saw titles to four books neatly written in red ink.
"Of course convene together after this meeting is over so that you may make plans for when you will carry out this assignment," Lord Voldemort instructed them.
Regulus faded back into the crowd with the other four, folding his parchment neatly and reaching under his robe to slip it into the pocket of the regular robe he wore underneath.
"Each group may summon me with the dark mark when you have achieved your task," Lord Voldemort said. "I am certain they will both be carried out very soon. I have the utmost confidence in all of your abilities."
His words caused Regulus to feel important and flattered in a way he never had before. Of course his parents and Kreacher always made him feel important, smart, valued and special, but this was different. It was bigger and brighter. Someone as grand as the dark lord believed in his abilities, so he must be a bit grand as well. He vowed then and there to live up to everything the dark lord believed he could be!
"Does anyone have anything else to report while we're all here," the dark lord asked.
"I would offer everyone tea and cookies, but I am afraid Nagini has eaten them all," he said and everyone chuckled while the snake dropped her head to nuzzle at his ear.
A few masked and robed figures made reports of goings on at the Ministry involving meetings between the Minister and the Muggle Minister.
This caused the Dark Lord's lip to curl in a disgust that Regulus could relate to very well. It also sickened him that the magical government deigned to work with the government of Muggles. Were they to keep themselves a secret or take orders from the Muggle government? The later was even worse than the former. The Minister claimed to be cooperating with the Muggle Minister, but Regulus saw it as kowtowing as did the dark lord.
"This cannot go on if wizarding kind is to survive," the Dark Lord proclaimed and everyone enthusiastically called out their agreement.
"If it continues, we will eventually be no better than slaves...house elves to the Muggles," he cried. "This is why they must submit to our rule or be destroyed!"
Regulus found himself eagerly calling out his agreement along with everyone else. He hated the idea of Muggle domination. He had grown up with it, but it was still no easier to stomach. Skulking about when not in the proper magical part of London made anything one had to do take far longer. Giving up one's magic, the thing that set one above the Muggles, just because Muggles were too violent and stupid to live and let live...It was just wrong.
"Think on this until we meet again, and if you see actions to take, by all means, take them," the dark lord encouraged, an eager light gleaming in his eyes. "For now, though, you are all dismissed!"
Regulus peered around, wondering how he was supposed to figure out who the other three in his group were when someone grasped his sleeve.
"Let's go back to yours, Regulus."The voice under the mask belonged to Bellatrix, and Regulus felt himself relaxing as he let out a sigh of relief. He was beyond glad that his first assignment was to be carried out with Bellatrix.
He nodded and apparated back to Grimmauld place where he was soon joined by three robed and hooded figures. Everyone tugged off their masks, blinking in the dim light of the front hall until the room suddenly became far brighter, revealing Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan clustered around Regulus. Kreacher stood on the other side of the room where he had obviously been waiting up for Regulus. It was he who had made the room bright.
"How did you know it was me," Regulus asked Bellatrix. "Because I certainly didn't know it was any of you. I can't tell a thing under those robes and masks!"
"I saw you put the parchment away," Bellatrix said. "No one else would do that, so I knew it was you. You're new and don't know better. We keep the parchments in our hands to signify who else was given the same assignment. This allows us to recognize one another. We convene afterward and see who is who to make plans."
Regulus nodded. "Ah. I understand now." He was a bit embarrassed that he'd put the parchment away, but as no one had commented at the meeting, he assumed it was an excusable error and now he knew better.
"So...Let's have tea and work out how and when we're going to do this," Bellatrix said.
"Kreacher...Are there any of those butterbeer cookies left?"
Kreacher nodded, only giving Bellatrix a mild look of resentment as he headed off toward the kitchen.
"Kreacher will bring everything into the dining room," he called over his shoulder.
Regulus thought the dining room was a brilliant idea as it gave them all plenty of room to spread out. He led the way in and smiled in pleasure to see Kreacher had already filled the room with a warm bright light when he'd passed through to the kitchen. The four of them settled around the large heavy oak dining table and spread their scrolls out before them.
"I presume these books are in the Durmstrang library," Rabastan said.
"I doubt they'll just let us in to check out their restricted section, so we're breaking in at night, right?" As the younger Lestrange spoke, he turned to look at Rodolphus.
"I don't think that will be necessary," Rodolphus replied. "I bet Uncle Maxime can get us in. He attended school there, remember."
Kreacher entered then with an ornate silver tea tray floating ahead of him. It held a pot of tea and four china cups as well as a large plate of cookies.
"Would Master Regulus like anything else," Kreacher asked.
"Yes," Regulus replied. "Another cup, please. There is plenty of room for you to sit here with us, and I know you're curious as to how the evening went."
"Right," Bellatrix said. "Otherwise you'll just be skulking in the shadows and listening in anyway. But be warned! If the two of you touch one another or do anything nasty in my presence, I will poor boiling tea all over you both."
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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic