The Master of Death

Chapter 9: Kreacher

　

　

After breakfast, they climbed the stairs to help the others

cleaning the living room. Death has passed unnoticed and

now following Harry in his human form.

As they enter the living room, Ginny, Fred, George, Hermione and Mrs

Weasley had already fought Doxy in the green curtain.

"Ah, good that you're here" Mrs Weasley

panting, his voice muffled by a piece of cloth that covered half

her face. "Take the spray and if you get it, throw it to

one of the buckets."

It's kind of weird to see Death follow him everywhere,

invisible to everyone except him, but soon Harry is too busy

it is their job to worry about that.

It took at least an hour until the crowd of doctors grew more and more

thinning and even then it's still hard work. But for pleasure

Harry, he's not tired at all. Death is indeed

thats right. Harry's eyes found the creature, which stood a few feet away

left-hand side. The familiar warmth bloomed on his chest when

his gaze was fixed on the creature, a mixture of relief upon seeing it and

other thing, he couldn't say his name. Attention of the creature

it seems to be centered by Doxy, as Death observes a black elf-like creature

buzzing in the air, before he reached out to touch one

in the middle of flight.

It fell to the floor, as if it had been sprayed but

Harry saw that there was no life force left in the small body

that's. As if he knew he had been watched, Death turned his head towards

Harry, a sharp grin on his face.

Harry could not help but smile. At least one of

they're having fun. It may be the blessing of death, but they have

cleaning the curtains was much faster than Harry had expected.

Time passed quickly and after an incident involving

Mundung who tried to hide the stolen kettles at Grimmauld Place and Madam

Shouting Weasley, Harry stood in front of the storefront and with curiosity

know observe the artifacts on display.

When he lived in Grimmauld Place, all this had been a long time

gone.

There were some rusty blades, a scroll on the snake's skin,

claws, some silver boxes with attractive antidote runes on them and

a crystal bottle filled with blood. Vampire, if Harry's guess is right.

While observing the object behind the glass, Harry pondered whether

curses would affect him in the same way. There's obviously something

changed in him once he agreed to become the Lord of Death and

not for the first time she wondered if it was a deal with

devils.

Right now the door opened and Kreacher stepped in. Him

entering the room, looking to Harry's side for a moment, but ignoring him

his attention seemed to be on something else. House fairy

it was fighting beside the wall, muttering insults and words that were not

distinguishable. „... smells like dirt and is a villain, he said,

like other blood traitors, werewolves and rascals

them. Oh poor Kreacher, if Madam finds out ... "

"Halo Kreacher," Fred snapped out loud and

kick the door shut.

"Kreacher didn't see the young master," the elf said and

bowing in front of Fred, "He's a dirty little bastard traitor

blood," he sizzled while facing the carpet.

"Sorry what?" George said, "I don't

get the last part."

"Kreacher didn't say anything" said the house-elf

and bowing in front of George, "and there's his twin brother, a freak.

that at all," Kreacher murmured, "and there was mud blood, no.

politely he stood up, oh when the poor Madam only knew.

new boys. Kreacher- "

"Kreacher" Harry interrupted, having watched the whole

scene. Kreacher's eyes widened when he was greeted and something inside him

it seemed to recognize the strange echo of the bond between them.

"It's Harry, Kreacher," Hermione softly started.

"Mudblood speaks to Kreacher, if Madam

Kreacher saw him in such a company, oh what would he be

say-"

“Don't call him mud blood!” Ginny and Ron exclaimed at the moment

the same and both are very angry.

"It's okay" whispered Hermione, "He doesn't know

what is he-“

"Don't lie to yourself, Hermione, she knows exactly

what was he doing," Fred insisted and looked at Kreacher with an expression

repulsed.

"Is that true, is it Harry

Potter?" Kreacher muttered, as he looked in the direction

Harrys. "Kreacher can see the scars"

"Kreacher," Harry cut in a sharp tone.

"What can Kreacher do for Young Master?" Kreachers

say reluctantly and bow. The others looked at Harry

freaky. Not once did Kreacher ask them if he could

helping them. Harry looked at the house-elves attentively. No

it's worth it to get Kreacher's loyalty. Anyway, he's the one

speaking with Bellatrix and Narcissa, his betrayal was at least in part

it is associated with the death of Sirius. And Harry had to admit that he

I liked my godfather again.

"Kreacher, I'll help you finish what you

Regulus asked you," Harry promised slowly. The others gawked

to him and Kreacher's eyes widened funny. They don't understand what

which he was talking about, but they all saw how Kreacher suddenly was

plopped to the floor and grabbed Harry's leg before the old elf started

crying out.

"Kreacher, can't! Kreacher can't! Kreachers

trying to but-," she yelled between her sobs. Then

he started banging his head against the floor, dust billowing from the carpet

it was still unable to dampen the debum of the elf's forehead touching the ground.

"What-how?" Said Fred.

"Harry made him stop!" Hermione shouted,

"It's barbaric."

Meanwhile Sirius has appeared in the doorway and he

looking at Harry with a strange expression, eyes wide and trembling. Harry

ingesting. He had no doubt that his godfather had heard what he was

tell the. Only when Sirius averted his gaze did he seem more

like himself again. "Kreacher, stop that!" Snarled

that guy's. Kreacher stood up and wiped his eyes, but he glared at Sirius.

"Kreacher," Harry greeted the creature once more and

the fairy looked at him. "I'll keep him safe until then.

Tomorrow night, okay?"

"Of course Mr. Harry" Kreacher said and bowed

very deeply while pressing his nose to the floor. “Harry looked at

Sirius. He didn't know if he would agree to what he would

do it next, but maybe that's for the best.

"I want you to take three things that you want

save it from this room, but you won't bother us when we

throw away the rest. Then you can go."

"Thank you, Mr. Harry," said Kreacher and he

rushing through the room, it looked much more lively than a few minutes before. Him

walk back to the door, bringing two moving pictures and a ring

the seal. Kreacher stopped looking at Harry as if he was waiting for approval.

"I might need that ring" Harry said

after a while. Sirius watched everything with a grim expression,

his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

"Of course, sir," Kreacher said and took her to the

Harry, who pocketed it with a curious look. Kreacher looks

happy enough not to be banished and want to leave, but Harry cuts him off.

“You can take other items, because you lost

ring.” The house-elf almost cried again and she bowed deeply

then take a gold pocket watch. Then he walked out the door, happy with

little treasure.

"How can you do that?" Ron asked

to him, break the silence.

"It turns out the portrait really talks to you, though,

if you're a parselmouth," Harry lied softly. Yang

others seemed to take it as an explanation, but Harry looked at Sirius

and he knew that his godfather didn't believe him for a second.

Under Mrs Weasley's attentive gaze, they finally

keep cleaning the shelves. Fred and George succeeded

sneaking out some artifacts from the trash bag. From the corner of his eye

Harry noticed that Sirius was approaching him while everyone was paying attention

it's Mrs Weasley who has discovered a sneaky heist

that's. "-REINQUIRE THIS INSTANTLY, GEORGE!"

"You're not really talking to portraits, either,

ain't he?" Sirius asked observing the contents of the display case with a knife and skin

serpents.

"No," Harry answered and then paused,

watching Ginny shiver violently, as she walked past

Deaths. Surprisingly everyone seemed to be avoiding the place of Death

stand up even if they can't see it. "I will

tell you tonight," said Harry quietly, as he looked at Mrs

Weasley, who was walking towards them, had his lips tightly clenched.

"Everything on this shelf has to go," he demanded

and pointing to the wall, "The more we get out today, the more

little we have to do tomorrow." Sirius stiffened his tone.

Harry once again remembered that Sirius had left this house to

run away from a demanding mother and now treated

it was as if he did not even have voting rights in this.

"Mrs Weasley," Harry began, "Maybe Sirius

want to save what's inside that storefront. You might have to ask

on him first.“ Harry certainly knew, that Sirius was happily leaving

all of this, but Mrs Weasley's tone of voice had sparked a spark of anger in the

in Black and Harry just add fuel Curious about what

it will happen next, Harry notices their exchange.

"Yes Molly, actually I was just thinking of

save ... this bottle," Sirius said coldly, pointing at things

the first one that appeared in his view.

"But, it looks like ... blood," Mrs Weasley

make a sound, leaning closer to see the dark liquid

that's. “You really want to save that?” Even Sirius did not know

I had to answer what, but Harry came to save her.

"It cost at least forty galleons,"

said. Three years of Auror raids on Knockturn Alley and bleak corners

others in London really equip themselves with the most knowledge

ridiculous about that kind of thing. Mrs Weasley looked at him and so did

Sirius.

"Fourty galleons .." said Mrs Weasley. Harry

I almost felt sorry for him. The Weasleys never had much money

but they are always good. But ever since Harry met Death, empathize him

not something he can rely on. He likes Sirius, because

the man was probably even worse off than before and experienced something

which was similar to the apathy Harry constantly went through after

war. But Mrs Weasley ..

disturbance for him.

So Harry did not feel guilty when he said, "Sure

just. Sirius just told me that the liquid that tends to dark almost

vampire blood. Depending on the amount.the current market, the value is from 40 to 100

galleons. " In Harry's heart shook his head at the statement

these. It must have been a sad few years, if he still remembered the contents

dry report on his Auror desk. His eyes flickered towards Death almost

automatically, the creature that had dragged him out of that hellhole

seven empty years.

Meanwhile Sirius stared at the bottle with vampire blood, expressionless

shocked on his face, but he quickly changed his expression and stared

Harrys.

"Because I just wanted to tell you Harry, before we

on the sidelines" Sirius glared at Mrs Weasley, who blushed a little -

"Vampire hunting is illegal nowadays - which doesn't deter people

to try - but it should make blood very rare at this time.

Dung might be able to sell it, but I don't think we're going to get a price

full if we let him make the sale. "Harry humming

agreed, trying to hide the amused taste of Sirius' bullshit.

"What about the others?" Mrs Weasley

asked sharply trying to cover up his previous embarrassment.

Sirius raised his hand to his chin, humming while

thinking as he looked at the items displayed. "This is after all

centuries-old family heirloom. Maybe I should ask Andromeda

does he want something. What do you think Harry?" Ask.

Harry held off a grin.

"Well, do you mind the tapestry on the side

another?" Mrs Weasley.

"Oh no. You can rip it off if you want," Sirius

replied and Mrs Weasley turned around, "I would be surprised, if they

take it off the wall" Sirius muttered to Harry. Both

then turned to look at Mrs Weasley's futile attempts to get rid of

the old family tree. Spell after spell regarding the old cloth but

no one ruined it.

The next hours passed quickly as they cleaned up

chamber. Death has reappeared as a snake after some time

and Harry was pretty sure that he was sleeping on his shoulder.

They had dinner and at Mrs Weasley's insistence they were soon

go sleep. Others are not complaining. They're all

weary. The day was tiring but Harry did not feel the need to rest the same

once.

Sirius glanced at him a few times but there was no chance

to speak without arousing suspicion.

Harry still heard a demanding voice Mrs Weasley echoed in

his head as he curled up on his bed, waiting for Ron to fall asleep.

Ron finally exhaled, but Mrs Weasley could still

be below. But Harry could always catch Sirius in his room. More

it was good to wait a little longer, but there was something else he could do.

With a glance at Ron's dark figure on his bed, Harry

sit. Slowly he moved past the room, inhaling with a hiss when

the floor under his bare feet creaked loudly. Walking into his suitcase, he

took out a quill pen and some parchment and started writing two letters.

Death stood right behind him, looming over his shoulders. Both are short,

hardly more than a few sentences, but this is an important part

first of his plan.

Hedwig silently flew over his shoulder, as he

called him. "Good girl" Harry whispered with a smile

and stroked his moonlighted wings, "Bring them to

Gringotts, huh?" Harry tied the first letter to his leg and after

instructing him to send a second letter to Flourish and Blotts and

tying it to him as well, he opened the window. With a loving bite

on his beak he took off. "Well" said Harry, closing the window

and go around to face Death, "Now we wait."

Half an hour later, Mrs Weasley was still down and Harry

he was in his bed again.

"What will you

tell him, Mister?"  Death asked with a hoarse voice. Harry hasn't

finding the urge to complain, when the creature has settled right in

next to him in bed but mostly ignored him. But hear

his words, he turned his head to the side to look at the face of Death. Just a few

it was the inch that separated them now and Harry could feel his breath

huffled. He did not realize how close the creature was. Something

it was buzzing under his skin, urging him to come closer, pulling him to

that creature.

Harry shrugged and forced himself to throw away

face. He really doesn't know at the moment. “Maybe the truth.“

The sight of death was fixed on him. There was a lot of life in his eyes that was without

pupillary. “Will you if I tell him about you?” Harry asked with

curiosity. Death grinned widely. Harry had feelings

that Death is more than happy to scare others for once

these.

" Not 'em ,"

death Word. Suddenly, he tilted his head, as if hinting

something's.

"What?" Harry whispered, but then he

stop over. The faint sound of someone climbing the stairs could

audibly. “Is that Mrs Weasley?” He whispered.

"Yes" replied Death, his voice

unique let out a word like a gust of wind as he hid above

Harrys. The creature stretched out with his hands, fingers outstretched over the heart

Harrys. His touch meant everything and Harry gave in to the urge to

push it closer. Her eyelids closed as she pushed her head up

death's shoulder and something inside him snored at that contact sensation

which he still denied for some unknown reason. "You

know his magic, his soul. Feel it," whispered Death and

it took everything for Harry to focus.

He exhaled, mentally reaching for the place he was already

familiar in his mind that no longer belonged to him. A warm feeling develops in

his chest, feeding his magic as he nudged the foreign presence. And

then something changed. Harry is aware of every creature inside and in the

around home. Their lives pulsate like candles in the room

darkened. There was no way he could miss them. Of course there's Ron

in his bed and Pigwidgeon in the closet, but they're in his room.

Harry could not

actually looking past him, but he somehow just knew .

Kreacher was walking through the attic, Mrs Weasley was still

climb the stairs and Sirius is downstairs in the Kitchen. The longer Harry

the more he felt, the more he saw. People who sleep feel different.

Their life force was calmer, their breath more steady. Harry even

notice the faint light of the spider, which occupies each room. There are some

the rat in the attic and some Doxy seem to have survived the cleanup. Harry

you can even feel the people who live in the house next to you and

several moths were flying around the street lights outside.

There were magic booms on the walls, around portraits, even artifacts

magic in the basement. Harry was overwhelmed by this. She has been

experiencing something similar when Death shows him a bond

they were but this was only a glimpse of what he was currently experiencing. Harry

the enchanted one observes the strands of magic that are strongly related to the soul and

their life force. Comfortable warmth connects them and

every particle around it.

Harry gasped as he focused on himself.

There aren't.

There is no energy, light, that seems to be surrounded by every

another human in this house. There is no sign of life the same

once. Even those walls have more life in

inside of that thing is Harry.

His head suddenly looked so clear. In motion

violently, Harry he retreated from the creature next to him and he rushed to the side

another bed with frightened eyes. It's cold as ice

spreading through her, a conflicting mix of fears

and the longing to get closer to Death once again. Her fear

won, but his eyes turned to the creature who was also sitting, reflecting his pose

alone and was watching Harry with his head tilted.

Harry turned his gaze and looked at his hand, the magic

fading still marks it as negative space within all that energy

lived. That is what Death means by all this. Harry is not

again an ordinary man.

Fuck those! Someone, some human being should be

have at least some kind of life inside of him! Her hand

quavering. He's already dead. He's been dead since the first time

Voldemort killed? Or second time ...

When he became an Auror, he

almost got a murder curse. Ron swore, that it was visible

like at least graze Harry .. but it's not.

in all probability. At least that's what he thought at the time. Hysterical laughter was heard

her ear. The murder curse cannot hurt him. No

there are. Of course - because he's dead! Harry took a raucous breath, though,

but no air reached his lungs. He gasps

but he can't breathe. He's dead, undead. What

has Death done to him? He shouldn't be here ...

Maybe he never left the white place that looked like Kings

Cross and he are still lying in the forbidden forest with Voldemort looming in

above it.

Harry's mouth opened and closed like a fish on dry ground

which he tried to breathe.

The gentle touch on his cheek pulled him back into the world

tangible. Two hands covered his face and Harry blinked some water

the eyes he didn't notice were there. The laughter stopped for a moment

and then Harry realized that he was the one in charge of the voice

that's. His eyes were focused and he looked at Death.

If Harry thought he was dead then Death is the same and

more. Dark holes absorb life around them. I don't know

how the panic that Harry felt a few seconds ago disappeared

as if there never was. Death does not grin or smile

as often happens, instead he looked at Harry with a frown.

　

　

Harry felt a bond that connected them with more

conscious from before.

It happily revolved around them, buzzing under his skin

and most striking where the hand of Death touched it.

Harry's thoughts clashed in his mind, the conflict of emotions clouding

in head. Something inside of him is changing. There's no one

can prepare him for anything. Earlier today, he compared

all this with a deal with the devil. An analogy that seems to

not too far away. Death has given him so much more

than anyone could ever do, but what if it was because

the price he was not ready to pay?

Without thinking, Harry stretched out his hand, which

his sight had terrified him so much, almost a few seconds ago

and then and reflect the movement of Death. He pulled his fingers up

white skin Death, cheekbones and a more perfect and beautiful face

than Harry could ever have and be just as inhuman and different

as seen on Harry's face.

Death closed his eyes and a familiar roar resounded in

airborne. He snored again. Harry smiled with a smile of conflict.

He knows nothing about death. What does

the creature is what it is, what its motivation is. But he knows that

Death is his. And that he would do everything in his power to

defended it.