Chapter 29 - The gear that begins to turn

It was a moonless night. In which Nymphadora and I were studying. My great grandfather was teaching us the different ways to recognize true information from false information when we heard screams coming from the living room.

My surprised great grandfather quickly took out his wand and ran towards the source of the noise. We followed in his footsteps as fast as we could. Upon arrival we could see Fomsey fistfighting against another house elf. It was a strange thing to see her fight like this, spinning on the ground while both she and the other elf yelled at each other.

''FOMSEY IS A GOOD ELF. KREACHER CAN'T COME TO THE MANOR.'' Fomsey said as she threw a blow at him and tried to bite the left arm of who we now knew was kreacher. As she did that, Kreacher defended himself by hitting and biting her back.

''KREACHER HAS A MESSAGE FOR THE PATRIARCH. NASTY BRAT WHO NEEDS A GOOD HIT LIKE THE ONES DEAD MISTRESS GIVES.'' Said Kreacher.

''Fomsey, Kreacher thats enough.'' My great grandfather said as he sighed and grabbed his eyes with one hand. Immediately both elves stopped fighting and got up from the ground. Fomsey had a black eye and as for Kreacher it was hard to tell. This was because the elf was very, very old and his appearance was somewhat unpleasant. He had a bulbous snout-shaped nose, bloodshot eyes, many folds of skin, and white hair that grew out of his bat ears. Also, the cloth he used to dress looked like it had been thrown away by a homeless.

''Kreacher, you know you are not allowed to come here. What is the reason you ignored this?'' Said my great grandfather. Kreacher looked my great grandfather in the face and smiled.

''Kreacher is here to serve the noble house of Black. My dear mistress gave this letter to kreacher to be delivered to the patriarch with the utmost urgency.'' he answered.

My great-grandfather raised an eyebrow and grumbled at the letter. But despite this he opened it and began to read it. While he was distracted by this, Kreacher directed his gaze towards us who were next to my great grandfather. As he studied us I could see his lips moving and he babbled something to himself. Out of nowhere Fomsey attacked Kreacher again while yelling at him.

''YOU ARE NOT A GOOD ELF. FOMSEY IS A GOOD ELF. YOU CAN'T INSULT THE YOUNG MASTER.'' Fomsey screamed at Kreacher.

''Friend of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike. Nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is the young one.'' Kreacher answered with an almost inaudible voice as he rubbed himself at the blow he received. My great grandfather hear everything and replied at Kreacher.

''Kreacher, I know Walburga let you run your mouth, but you can't say another word here. Now go and tell Walburga and Orion that I will not do anything about it. Their children sought their destinies themselves and now they have to face them alone. And you will not come to this house again unless I or Arcas call you, next time we will no longer need a house elf at Grimmauld place.''

''Of course master. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black.'' Kreacher replied with smile to my great grandfather. I could see how he shuddered a little with the smile and before the could said anything more Kreacher apparated away.

''Well that was horrible. I hope that by seeing Kreacher you understand what the rest of the family is like. Unfortunately our family was only left with the lowest of our lineage, one that does not understand how to treat others. All this Kreacher had to live for so many years that he no longer cares much about what he says. You should be careful with him especially because I personally no longer believe that his loyalty to our family is true.'' Said my great grandfather to us.

Nymphadora and I looked at each other, not really knowing what to say. We could only make a couple of gestures and we decided that it was better to go to sleep. We didn't really want to talk after what had happened, plus I had to find out the reason for Kreacher's visit to our home. I couldn't forget that at any moment Kreacher would take possession of Voldemort's first Horcrux.