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Kreacher’s Escape.
93. Chicken
I picked at the chicken pie that was dinner.
Crack.
Standing in front of us was Kreacher, clean, tidy and terrified.
“What’s wrong Kreacher?”
“Miss Nymphadora, there are men in my master’s house. Talking of searching, to find Kreacher, to make him talk, to hurt him, so Kreacher came here”
“ Where’s Harry?”
“Master Harry went…” Kreacher threw himself towards the fire, Dora caught him. “All three were out? They’ve gone? ”
The old elf nodded.
“Kreacher, you must go to Hogwarts, stay out of sight, stay safe and say nothing about Harry to anyone, elf, wizard or otherwise. Understand?”
Crack
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Last edited by HannahLongbottom; 07-07-2009 at 03:27 AM.
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