Dark Figures continue to loom in the square. It was raining.
Ron fiddles with the radio, which whistles eerily as he attempts to find a signal. Harry lies on his side, studying the Snitch in his palm, its wings flapping slowly.
"They have flesh memories." You declare eyeing the snitch.
Harry turns, "Snitches. They're never touched by bare skin until the Seeker captures it. Even the wizard who fabricates it wears gloves. That way, if there's a dispute, the
Snitch can identify who first touched it."
"You mean... it remembers me?"
You nod, "When Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch -- that Dumbledore had hidden something in it."
Harry ponders this, eyeing the wings flapping slowly, then... Crack! a sound echoes down the hall.
Harry and you race into the kitchen. Crazy shadows spill from a far door and pots crash. Suddenly, a tiny figure, wet and ragged, tumbles into view, bangs into the wall opposite, and scrambles up. As he starts back for the kitchen, he stops. Sees Harry. Smiles.
"Harry Potter! So long it's been –" Dobby said.
Just then, a HAND -- Kreacher's -- reaches out, grabs Dobby by the neck and pulls him away.
"Kreacher, Dobby and Mundungus Fletcher TUMBLE from one side of the kitchen to the other. As they fly apart, Mundungus rolls to his feet, dripping wet, wand flashing.
"Expelliarmus!" Mundungus' wand soars into the air... into Hermione's hand.
"As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher!" Kreacher says.
"Dobby has also returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher!" Dobby argued
"What are you playing at – setting a pair of bleedin' 'ouse-elves on me!" Said Mungundus Fletcher
"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, which Dobby thought was very curious. And then Dobby saw that Kreacher was talking to the thief Mundungus Fletcher, which Dobby thought was very, very –" Dobby explained
"I'm no thief, you foul little git. I'm a purveyer of rare and wondrous objects –" Fletcher argued
"You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it." Everyone turns. Ron stands in the doorway. Dobby smiles.
"Master Weasley! So good to see you again!" Ron nods, eyes the bright red shoes on Dobby's feet.
"Wicked trainers." Ron said amused
"Listen, I panicked that night, all right? I never volunteered to die for you, mate. Can I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom –" Mundungus tries to explain
"Stop lying!" Hermione shouted
Hermione begins to move toward Mundungus. Ron reaches out, takes her by the shoulders, eyes Mundungus warningly.
"Piece of advice. Let's not rehash old times. Got it... mate?" You ask mudungus
"When you turned this place over -- don't deny it! -- you found a locket, am I right?" Harry asked
"Why? Was it valuable?" Fletcher asked.
"You've still got it." You said
"No. He's worried he should have got more money for it." Ron said
"Wouldn't be difficult, would it? Bleedin' gave it away, din' I? There I was, pitching me wares in Diagon Alley when some ministry hag comes up and asks to see my license. Says she's of a mind to lock me up and would've, too, she hadn' taken a fancy to that
locket." Mundungus said.
"Who was she? This witch?" You ask
"Well, she's right there, in't she? Bleedin' bow an' all" Mungundus said.
"He points to a yellowed Prophet on top of a nearby stack, where a squat woman with the face of a toad blinks from the front page: Dolores Umbridge.
A/N- Hello loves! Sorry for the short chapter. Will update a longer one tommorow!
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