Lust for Death

Hermione was teaching Ron to play a song on the piano as I was sitting on the floor by Harry. He was staring at the snitch while sitting on the sofa, I was looking into my crystal ball. Well, my mother’s crystal ball, in hopes to see something.

I was too lost in concentration to notice that Hermione had moved to sit near Harry.

I lost my concentration when a flash of green from the crystal ball shone in my face. I jumped up quickly dropping the ball on the floor.

“Mei?” Harry looked at me confused,
“Sorry… made me jump.” I held my forehead and closed my eyes as Harry picked up the ball,
“What did you--?” Harry started but stopped when we all heard a few noises.

We ran through and saw Kreacher holding onto Mundungus, another house elf was holding onto him at his leg.

“Harry Potter, so long it’s been.” The house elf I didn’t recognize smiled,
“Get off me.” Mundungus snapped, they all fell on the floor suddenly.

“As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief…” Kreacher started,
“Expelliarmus.” Hermione casted as Mundungus tried to pull out his wand,
“Mundungus Fletcher.” Kreacher finished his sentence.

“What you playing at? Setting a pair of bleeding house-elves after me.” Mundungus spoke,
“Dobby was only trying to help. Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter’s name.” Dobby walked up the table with Harry,
“I just--” Kreacher tried to cut in but Dobby pushed him back,
“And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief, Mundungus--” Dobby spoke,
“I’m no thief. You foul little-- Git.” Mundungus spoke, “I’m a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects.” Mundungus explained,
“You’re a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it.” Ron walked in.

“Master Weasley, so good to see you again.” Dobby walked up I smiled at the small elf,
“Wicked trainers.” Ron spoke.

Mundungus knocked over a load of newspapers,
“Listen, I panicked that night, all right? Could I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?” Mundungus sat down,
“Tell the truth.” Hermione spoke,
“When you turned this place over-- Don’t deny it. --you found a locket, am I right?” Harry asked,
“Why? Was it valuable?” Mundungus asked,
“You still got it?” Hermione asked,
“No, he’s worried he didn’t get enough money for it.” Ron spoke,
“Bleeding give it away, didn’t I? There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Says she’s a mind to lock me up. And would’ve done it too, if she hadn’t taken a fancy to that locket.” Mundungus explained,
“Who was she? The witch. Do you know?” Harry asked,
“No, I--” Mundungus stopped and picked up one of the papers, he placed it on the desk, “Well, she’s there. Look. Bleeding bow and all.” Mundungus spoke, we all looked at the paper and then at each other, I sighed deeply.

“I thought we were done with that pink prune.” I spoke and sat down on the chair.

That night the guys made a plan to go in the Ministry.

“You guys know I can’t drink Polyjuice potion, right?” I asked,
“That’s why you’re staying here.” Harry spoke,
“Wait… I’m not staying here alone.” I stood up,
“You’ve got Dobby and Kreacher here. Well Dobby we suggest you leave soon but Kreacher will be here.” Ron spoke, I put my hands on my hips,
“So I’m meant to stay here biting my nails until you three return.” I spoke,
“We’ll be fine.” Hermione stood up and put her hand on my shoulder. I sighed and sat back down,
“I hate this plan.” I spoke.