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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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"Alright, Prats," Bellatrix said. "I'm going to call him now. I'll go outside so that we won't wake Aunt and Uncle when he arrives to collect his books."
They'd read through the stolen books for precisely twenty minutes with Bellatrix continuously glancing up from hers to eye the clock. Regulus knew she was right to do so. The Dark Lord hadn't told them not to look through the books, and he hadn't said he was in a particular hurry to have them but none of them wished to risk his displeasure. It simply wasn't worth it.
"I'll come with you," Rodolphus said, rising to his feet. The other three murmured their agreement, carefully closing their books as they followed Bellatrix outside. Handing Rodolphus her book she pressed the dark mark on her arm with a finger as Kreacher flooded the neatly manicured front lawn with light. The Dark Lord apparated directly in front of Bellatrix in a surprisingly short time. Perhaps less than a minute after she'd pressed her dark mark.
"We have your books, Lord," she said eagerly.
"All of them," he asked, arching dark brows and they all nodded eagerly.
Regulus, Rabastan, Bellatrix and Rodolphus each presented the Dark Lord with a book and he accepted with a gracious nod.
"Good work. That was fast! I am pleased. You are all quite efficient and gifted. As I suspected you are even more so as a team. We will meet again soon."
Everyone bowed low, and he apparated away.
"Well that was a good night's work! Let's go to the Hogshead for drinks," Bellatrix suggested eagerly. "We can celebrate our success!" Rodolphus and Rabastan agreed readily, but Regulus wasn't in the mood to be out around a ton of people.
He really just wanted to be alone with Kreacher, to talk over the books and their mutual impressions of the Durmstrang library.
"You lot have fun," he said with a smile. "Kreacher and I will just have a night in."
Bellatrix choked. "I just bet you will. Nasty pigs."
Regulus blinked in consternation, but before he could protest the three apparated away.
Regulus and Kreacher went back inside and directly to Regulus's room. "Well, what did you think of the library," Regulus asked eagerly as soon as he closed the door behind them.
"It was very impressive," Kreacher said. "Kreacher only wishes we could've remained longer."
"As do I," Regulus agreed with a nod. "But why didn't you steal any books? Didn't you see any that you found interesting enough," he asked, going to sit on the edge of his bed. With a flick of his wand he conjured the book he'd stolen on dark charms and hexes from downstairs to his hand.
Kreacher frowned. "Because if Kreacher got caught the sort of trouble he could get into would be...special he thinks. He fears he would be punished even more severely than a wizard caught for the same crime."
Regulus couldn't comment. While it hardly seemed fair or reasonable to punish an elf more, he did not know for a fact that it wouldn't be the case. He had never heard of an elf being caught for a crime.
"Well if we're ever stealing books again, just give me whatever book you want and I'll steal it," Regulus told him with a grin. If he couldn't reassure his friend that the law would not be unfair to him, he could simply commit the crime instead.
Kreacher simply stared at him for several seconds before replying. Eventually he raised a hand to trace Regulus's cheek bone with the tips of his fingers. "Beautiful kind Master Regulus," he murmured. "Truly you are unlike anyone else."
Regulus laughed, for some reason made uncomfortable by the praise. "That's just because of the things I can do to you when we aren't talking," he teased, but Kreacher shook his head, not smiling back in return.
"No. Before we ever...Master Regulus was always different."
Regulus shrugged. "Not really. I just treated you as a friend because that's how I saw you. My best friend, not my servant. And you really can ruin a romantic comment with that Master Regulus rubbish."
Before Kreacher could reply, Regulus put the book down and playfully pushed him back on the bed, stretching out over him and kissing him until he was breathless. Running his lips down Kreacher's neck he whispered,"Call me Regulus if you want more...Just Regulus."
The elf's breath came faster against Regulus's cheek, but he did not speak even as his hands tangled in Regulus's hair. Regulus kissed him, one hand wandering leisurely down Kreacher's chest before drawing back.
"Regulus," Kreacher growled, dragging him closer again.
They didn't speak for nearly an hour after that. When they did, Kreacher lay across Regulus's chest, eyes nearly closed and expression sleepy. "Why," the elf rasped quietly. "Why is it so important that Kreacher only call Master Regulus, Regulus?"
Regulus struggled for an answer that would make Kreacher understand what he was feeling, because the elf apparently did not. "It just feels more...like a relationship. It makes me feel as if we're even closer when you do that...As if we're a normal couple just like Bella and Rod...Can't you understand that?"
Kreacher shook his head. "Kreacher already sees us in that way." Regulus sighed, giving up for the moment. Rising from the bed, he kissed Kreacher's cheek, then reached for the newly stolen book that now rested on the bedside table.
"Come sit with me, and we'll read this one together," he invited, moving to the arm chair in the corner of the room. With a gesture he caused the reading lamp to spring to life as Kreacher hurried over, eyes on the book in Regulus's hands. The two curled up in the chair together and read the book until the wee hours. When they were both yawning, Regulus marked their place and put the book away.
"Sleep well," he said, bending to give Kreacher a good night kiss that turned into a five minute exchange before Kreacher at last softly opened the bedroom door and slipped away.
Regulus stared at the closed door for several seconds before sighing and putting out the light. As he climbed into bed, he felt awash with discontentment. He wanted Kreacher there by his side, not downstairs in his own bed. It wasn't fair. Society should not give a damn who someone loved!
Regulus was awakened by the dark mark flaring to life on his arm! That was different, he thought, hurriedly scrambling out of bed and reaching for his clothes. Should he take time to brush his hair and teeth? He didn't want to show up disheveled, but nor did he wish to be late. Eventually deciding that others would probably be either late or disheveled, considering the time, he hurriedly brushed both hair and teeth as quickly as he could.
Glancing in the mirror, he was pleased to see a neatly put together young man staring back. The ornate wall clock said it wasn't quite ten in the morning, which meant it wasn't quite as early as he'd thought. He and Kreacher had read late into the night, so he'd slept in. He hoped Kreacher was able to do so as well, but knew that this probably wasn't the case because his parents would have wanted breakfast several hours ago. Eventually they would have another elf and he and Kreacher would be free to do as they liked, he thought, tugging on his Death Eater garb. Touching his mark he apparated to the Dark Lord.
Many of his fellow Death Eaters were already present but others were still arriving, Regulus noted with a sigh of relief. Only when he was standing there among everyone else in their masks and hooded robes did it occur to him just how stupid he'd been to insist upon getting presentable. With these outfits on, no one could see who was or was not presentable! It didn't seem the Dark Lord ever had them take the robes off, after all. They weren't treated like coats that one left at the door. They were uniforms. He would remember that in future.
It was just that maintaining his appearance was always important to him. One's appearence reflected greatly on a person. Sirius was always so wild and unkempt, for example. His appearence matched his lifestyle. Low class, rough, and brazen. Regulus was neat, intelligent and orderly and he wanted to present that face to the world...Except apparently when in uniform, in which case, no one could see how he looked if his hair wasn't perfect. In a way that was a relief. It took the pressure off and made it far easier to get to a meeting on time.
"I summoned you all here for two reasons," the DarkL Lord called out, indicating that everyone had arrived. The meeting had officially begun. Any murmured conversation had fallen silent and all masked faces were turned to the Dark Lord.
"The first is to congratulate anyone who has been performing extra curricular activities...They have not gone unnoticed by myself or the Muggle media." He gave a rich laugh, drawing quiet chuckles in response from everyone else.
"There have recently been many Muggle deaths due to house fires of late as well as so called unsolved murders. That is always pleasant news to hear. It gives my heart hope for our victory to come even sooner than expected!"
Everyone cheered and the usually quiet Regulus found himself cheering along as his heart swelled with the excitement of it. Wizarding victory! Ruling over the Muggles as was their wizarding birth right! It was going to be a reality and it was even in sight! It would happen and it would be wonderful! They would have freedom and power and the possibilities would be endless!
"The other reason I called this meeting is to ask if anyone has a house elf they would volunteer to assist me in carrying out a task?"
Regulus's hand shot up at lightning speed.
"Yes Lord! My house elf, Kreacher, would be honored! He also considers himself a supporter."
The Dark Lord chuckled. "Thank you, Regulus. It warms my heart when a family is so eager to serve. Bellatrix has always been one of my most promising, and I am pleased to see that the Black family holds more promise yet!"
Thank you, Lord," Regulus said. He was so proud...of himself, of Kreacher, of the Dark Lord's pleasure with the house of Black...The day had just started and it was already turning out to be brilliant!
"I will require his service tomorrow at twelve in the afternoon," the Dark Lord said. "May I come there to fetch him?"
"Yes Lord. He shall be ready," Regulus promised eagerly.
As soon as Regulus arrived back home he dashed into the kitchen, shouting for Kreacher. "Kreacher is here," the elf said, voice coming from behind Regulus. "He was dusting the parlor when he heard Master Regulus shouting. What ever is the matter?"
Regulus turned to see concern on his friend's face and laughing, he bent to hug the elf tightly.
"Nothing at all is the matter! In fact, it is the complete opposite! I was called to a Death Eater meeting this morning, and The Dark Lord asked for an elf to assist him with some task or other," he began, words poring out rapidly in his excitement.
"Of course I volunteered you! Just think, Kreacher! You shall actually interact with The Dark Lord! He shall get to know you and he shall surely see how valuable you are. Perhaps you will even become one of us. He will see your skills and wish you to assist in other tasks. I shall have you with me there as well. We will make the wizarding world great again together!"
Kreacher's eyes were wide with shock as he listened, his face eventually breaking into an eager smile to match that of Regulus.
"Kreacher...is honored," he breathed. "Of course he will do his very best to impress the Dark Lord."
"And you shall do wonderfully," Regulus said, laughing with excitement.
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