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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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"There you are, Regulus!"
At the sound of his mum's voice, Regulus turned to see her standing in the doorway of the large kitchen. He gave her an eager smile. "Wonderful news, Mother! The Dark Lord wishes for a house elf to assist him with a task and of course I volunteered Kreacher. He shall represent the house of Black marvelously."
Walburga Black nodded, smiling at Kreacher. "I know you will carry out whatever task it is with the utmost of ease, Dear Kreacher."
Looking back at Regulus she said, "Your father and I were just invited on a bit of a holiday to Bath by the Rookwoods. You and Kreacher shall have the manor to yourselves for three days. Do you think you can survive?"
"Of course, Mother. Don't fret. We'll be fine," Regulus assured, waving her off with a casual gesture.
All the while his heart was doing ecstatic backflips at the thought of he and Kreacher having the entire place to themselves for three days to do whatever they wished!
As soon as the front door to the manor had closed behind his parents, Regulus drew Kreacher into his arms.
"Are you ready for our romantic holiday," he murmured against the elf's lips. As it always did, his heart leapt at the feel of Kreacher's arms around his neck and his slender fingers winding through Regulus's hair as his body sank against Regulus's own.
"Kreacher is ready," the elf murmured back. "He even has a romantic dinner planned with all of Master Regulus's favorites."
Regulus gave a slight frown. "What about your favorites?" Kreacher's lips quirked. "Master Regulus has excessively good taste. Kreacher made them, so of course they are Kreacher's favorites. Kreacher cooks better than anyone!"
Regulus chuckled, still holding Kreacher close. "Indeed you do. You've got the dinner bit taken care of, but I have something as well." Kreacher looked wordlessly up into his face, eyes full of silent curiosity. Regulus cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. "You see...I discovered this book in the library...sort of because I was looking for material on the subject matter...You know,about...erotic pleasures."
Kreacher gave a cough. "Which library!" Regulus's lips twisted up into a slight smirk. "Ours, actually. Who knew my family studied such things...I found some information on a man's...well...there is this gland...and if it is stimulated...in this case with your..." He allowed one hand to stray downward, and Kreacher's breath quickened, eyes glazing over as his body responded. "I could show you the diagrams," Regulus said. "It definitely looks like something we could try...With you on top, of course...I wouldn't want to hurt you by...Well I'll show you the diagrams."
Drawing away he rose and headed eagerly toward the library, Kreacher following. He moved directly to the shelf where the book on erotic zones was, and taking it down, he turned to the diagram in question. Two Viking like men with long golden hair lay face to face one atop the other, and below that were diagrams of what their lower regions were doing then an image of the gland inside of the one on the bottom.
Silently and with wide eyes Kreacher studied the images. "Well," Regulus asked, one hand going to the sleeve of his robe and twisting at it nervously. "It looks...promising," Kreacher murmured and Regulus felt his body relaxing in relief as his initial embarrassment faded.
"Good! I wanted us to be closer...even more physically united." Kreacher's eyes were soft as he merely stared up at him for several seconds without speaking. "Well. shall we try it after dinner then," Regulus asked and Kreacher gave an eager nod.
During the short time it took for Kreacher to ready the evening meal, Regulus sat in the kitchen and chatted with him as he was often wont to do. As Kreacher set the table, Regulus poured wine. The meal was marvelous and Regulus was lavish with the compliments in which Kreacher openly basked. Upstairs together at last in Regulus's bedroom the two experienced pleasure on an entirely new level thanks to the book on erotic zones that Regulus had discovered. Not only did it give an even more profound closeness, but the pleasure was so intense, it was nearly all consuming.
"Great Mother Goddess," Kreacher intoned, head thrown back in pleasure as Regulus arched under him. For Regulus all was right with the world in the best of ways and there was nothing better. When they at last slept, they were wound in one another's arms with the knowledge that Kreacher did not have to rise before the parents woke. They could sleep in as late as they liked and together because they were entirely alone!
In the morning, having Kreacher waking at his side was better than Christmas for Regulus. "Good morning," he murmured against the elf's mouth, feeling his body gripped by a relentless desire when Kreacher's arms slid around him.
"Indeed it is," Kreacher murmured back, hand straying downward. They ravished one another through breakfast and when they finally got out of bed it was nearly lunch. Only then did Regulus remember that the Dark Lord would be calling for Kreacher at some point! So wrapped up had they been in one another that for a time, both had entirely forgotten. It just went to show how having so much alone time affected them and Regulus vowed that they'd do whatever was necessary to have more of it more frequently.
Nonetheless when The Dark Lord arrived around two in the afternoon, Kreacher was dressed and ready. He and Regulus were in the library reading when the knock came at the door. "Do whatever it is that The dark Lord requires, then come right back home. I shall be missing you until you return." Regulus gave Kreacher a quick kiss for luck then went with him to the door so that he could properly greet The Dark Lord.
The dark lord gave them both a pleasant smile when Kreacher opened the door. "Good afternoon Regulus," he said warmly.
"Good afternoon, Lord. This is Kreacher."
Kreacher bowed low. "It is an honor to serve his Lordship," the elf rasped. Voldemort inclined his head. "Let us be off then."
They vanished with a crack. Regulus was curious as to what help the Dark Lord could require from an elf and why he did not have his own. Kreacher would provide the answer to at least the first question when he returned. Until then, Regulus headed back to the library to read.
The Dark Lord apparated them to a small stone door that looked to be carved from rock.
"This door is very special, Kreacher. It requires a very special key to open it. Will you help me to open it," the Dark Lord asked, tone and expression almost kind.
Kreacher nodded eagerly. "Yes, Lord. What shall Kreacher do?"
At once the Dark Lord produced a small knife from the sleeve of his robe and presented it hilt first to Kreacher. "You must cut yourself and bleed on the door, then it shall open."
Kreacher had to admit he wasn't expecting that, but not wishing to displease Master Regulus or to cast shame onto the great house of Black, he quickly took the knife. At once, he sliced a shallow cut across the inside of his left forearm. Holding the cut above the door so that the blood spilled onto the stones he looked enquiringly at Lord Voldemort who nodded, giving a satisfied smile.
Kreacher gladly returned the knife as the Dark Lord led the way inside...of the strangest cavern Kreacher could ever have imagined. It contained a huge black lake, its waters held an odd, nearly alive looking greenish light near the center. It was quite unlike anything he'd ever seen or even read of and it made him feel strangely uneasy. At once he felt unworthy for not being in awe of anywhere the Dark Lord would wish to go. The cavern was extremely dark, so Kreacher did not move, instead awaiting instructions.
"Can you make a light brighter than my wand can, I wonder," The Dark Lord asked and Kreacher nodded eagerly.
He realized that thus far the Dark Lord was asking for things that he could easily provide. In a blink the entire cave was full of a soft warm light and yet Kreacher still could not fully make out the other side of the vast black lake.
"Would his Lordship like it to be brighter," he wondered and the Dark Lord shook his head.
"That shall suffice quite nicely, I think," he said. "And now we go on a nice soothing boat ride."
That was a pleasant surprise. Kreacher had never been on a boat ride. Neither had Master Regulus so of course Kreacher would have to tell him all about it when he returned.
Kreacher did not even see the small boat until lord Voldemort unchained it from the wall of the cave and pulled it forward. The Dark Lord climbed inside, and Kreacher followed. It was made for two exactly. They seated themselves across from one another and the boat began to glide forward. As it moved across the lake, Kreacher's glance idly dropped to the black water, and he started, eyes widening because...there were bodies shifting beneath the surface, heads and arms poking up from time to time as if to taste the air. They looked...well they looked dead.
"Unpleasant, aren't they," the Dark Lord observed with a sympathetic chuckle and Kreacher swallowed hard before replying.
"Indeed, Kreacher has never seen such before, Lord."
Voldemort chuckled again. "Well you shall see many things before this task is done that you have never seen before. This I promise you."
Kreacher nodded, and not knowing what to say to that, remained silent. To his surprise, the Dark Lord seemed to wish to converse, though. Leaning forward he offered a candid smile. "I understand how Regulus feels about you, Kreacher," The Dark Lord offered, Making Kreacher doubt if he could be thinking the same thing as the Dark Lord, or if the great wizard implied something else. His uncertainty may have shown on his face, because Lord Voldemort clarified.
"Ah yes, my snake, Nagini understands me so well, so attuned to my needs is she, much like you are to Regulus'," Voldemort spoke, making Kreacher strangely uncomfortable.
"Yes, My Lord, Kreacher wants to be a good elf," Kreacher confidently confirmed, realizing such a small confirmation would be safe enough to voice even if he did not quite understand where the conversation was headed.
The Dark Lord did not look displeased with his reply, nor did he seem satisfied with it either. "Nagini's dedication to my Lord is likewise worthy of admiration," Kreacher tried, hoping the warmth of his words, his attempt to relate to a relationship he did not understand, would be found passable.
"I suppose," the Dark Lord shrugged, his expression strangely cold. He may have murmured something to Kreacher or himself, but barely audibly and Kreacher did not dare to ask him to repeat himself.
The green light grew slightly stronger as they approached it, and Kreacher realized it was coming from an island. The boat drew up on the shore and the Dark Lord exited with Kreacher following. T
hen he turned to regard the lake so Kreacher did as well, disconcerting as it was with its blacker than black waters. The Dark Lord's penetrating gaze seemed fixated on the blackness for such an unusually long time that Kreacher grew unbearably uncomfortable.
"My Lord is troubled by something, Kreacher can help, Kreacher helps Master Regulus all the time, not that he is troubled often," Kreacher eagerly offered, desperate to be helpful, and perhaps, to break the somewhat oppressive silence.
"Ah yes...Kreacher," the Dark Lord responded, gracing the elf with another of his impossibly charming smiles. "Indeed you can be very helpful. I must apologize for the delay...It is merely that this place is...rather sentimental for me. You know, it is where it all began. Where I first came to realize, that there was more to me.
Just like this water that carries depth, and, some would say lethal secrets, There was so much more, than what people saw," Voldemort cryptically replied.
Kreacher found it very flattering that, despite the Lord's detached voice he seemed to have been sharing something vital with Kreacher. Something Kreacher could aspire to, without being found particularly worthy..At least as far as the Lord knew, because, of course Kreacher was worthy. Kreacher was and always would be a good elf, as well he knew.
"Of course the Lord was more than any other person, of course he was, Kreacher knows."
Lord Voldemort nodded distractedly, then turned away from the dark water at last. He gestured and Kreacher's eyes followed the direction of his hand to see a stone basin. It was filled with a green liquid from which the strangely alive green light issued forth.
"I wish for you to drink all the liquid inside of that, Kreacher," the Dark Lord said and Kreacher nodded. He thought that perhaps the act of drinking would prepare him in some fashion, cleanse him to enter the Dark Lord's inner sanctum, presumably hidden somewhere in the cave.
The Dark Lord handed him a goblet after filling it and Kreacher drank. Though the green liquid burned like Fiendfyre going down, Kreacher forced himself to continue...For Master Regulus...When he fell to the ground, the goblet rolling from his fingers as he clutched at his stomach, Kreacher let out a sob of despair. He had failed Master Regulus by being weak, but how it hurt! It hurt so very much.
And then he began to feel and even see such dreadful things. Himself leaning over Master Sirius when he was a baby, angrily casting a sleeping spell over the brat that he was, ensuring he would be more occupied with his sleep than with bawling ceaselessly, even when all his needs were seemingly met and Kreacher had other affairs to attend to in the kitchen.
More thoughts came too rapidly on the heals of that first one. How he let down Master Orion by not taking care. How wonderful Master Regulus would be exposed because Kreacher was too selfish to put an end to this...this thing between them that he so very much enjoyed with every ounce of his being.
How the Dark Lord would see his thoughts and terminate his participation in the great assignment that Kreacher alone of all people was qualified to carry out.
But it seemed the Dark Lord would take mercy upon poor Kreacher instead, for he lifted him from the hard stone floor of the cave. Kreacher, shaking all over from the pain and unexpected emotional suffering sobbed out his gratitude, or rather tried to, but as soon as his mouth was open, the Dark Lord was pouring more of the foul potion into it.
The dreadful visions persisted, now of the Mistress cutting off Kreacher's head to put on the wall because he was, after all a bad elf. An unworthy elf. "Master Regulus! Please help Kreacher...Please...He is sorry...He loves Master Regulus so...Please...Regulus!"
But Master Regulus was not there to hear Kreacher using his name alone without the honorific Master...Only the Dark Lord was there and his laughter rang in Kreacher's ears as he stepped away and into the boat. Through tear filled eyes of misery Kreacher saw him sailing away, and that was when the thirst hit. There was nothing to drink and he was thirstier than he had ever been in his life! Nothing at all to drink but that horrifying black water...Kreacher struggled against the urge but he lost the struggle after only a few seconds, lunging for the water's edge with a cry of defeat.
Even if he threw the water up, and he surely would, he had to drink it anyway, so vast was the thirst that gripped him. He knelt carefully at the water's edge, hands scooping the black liquid up toward his face. He would not fall in...And indeed he did not fall in. Instead Inferi lunged up from the depths far faster than he'd expected them to be able to move and grasped him, dragging him down...down into the blackness.
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