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Kreacher got rather talkative last night -- I think you being injured put him in a better mood -- and was going on about how you were probably going to die from your injuries and leave Tonks and me 'squatting in Mistress Cissy's house.' (He put it rather more colourfully than that. I'm sure you can imagine.)
You do have a will, though. I mean I've seen it. I don't know whether my sudden attack of nerves about what would happen with Kreacher if you were to die suddenly was just an overreaction to Kreacher being his creepy little self, or if there's any reason to worry.
House-elves can be willed, right? Except -- your wretched mother certainly didn't will him to YOU. Or the house, for that matter. It had something to do with your father's magic.
Anyway. So long as we can make absolutely sure that Kreacher can't skip off to Bella and tell her all our secrets if anything happens to you -- you know?
You do have a will, though. I mean I've seen it. I don't know whether my sudden attack of nerves about what would happen with Kreacher if you were to die suddenly was just an overreaction to Kreacher being his creepy little self, or if there's any reason to worry.
House-elves can be willed, right? Except -- your wretched mother certainly didn't will him to YOU. Or the house, for that matter. It had something to do with your father's magic.
Anyway. So long as we can make absolutely sure that Kreacher can't skip off to Bella and tell her all our secrets if anything happens to you -- you know?
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Honestly, Sirius. Don't laugh this off. I just caught him in my cupboard, poking about. It woke me up, his muttering. 'Hateful' and 'Traitor' and 'Took a curse finally, didn't he?' and 'Wasting away'.