Ed ignored them, and looked inward, searching for the structure of the clearly hated image. It took but seconds, but he knew what it was. His stomach dropped sightly and he swallowed back more bile. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman in the picture, who was screaming incoherently at him in her rage.
"Enough." He said simply, voice low. Face scowling slightly. "I know vhat you are."
The woman's face looked at him, it turned into a particularly horrible looking sneer.
She screamed."Flith! Scum! Dirty MUGGLE!!!" And other things he didn't bother to pay attention to.
"I am not having words in English. It is badly made, vorking hardly at all, but it vat is keeping you here. It is being on other side of you, and you are part of wall. Even so, it is well in my ability to be reaching it." Ed said, and calmly sipped his coffee.
"Lying Flith! Scum! Dirty MUGGLE!!!..."
"Just one scratch...and you loose all. I do not need to be able of using dis ..."
Ed wrinkled his nose in disgust in spite of himself.
"...'magic'...to do it." Ed said.
"!!!" The woman in the image collapsed to her knees. If she had had blood, it would have drained from her face.
"You vill be quiet in my presence. Do ve have equivalence?"
"How long will you be here FILTHY MUGGLE scum?"
"I have someting of a headache. If you are staying quiet, it vill be letting me leave your noble home much more faster."
"GET. OUT. OF. MY. SIGHT!!!" the woman shouted.
Ed took a step back, and nodded to Sirius, who closed the moth eaten curtains. Easily. Without Lupin's help. Sirus turned and smiled once he was done. Ed glanced and him and then down.
"Do not get vrong idea, dis was not for you."
He tipped his head back and finished off his coffee in one gulp. As hot as it was, he nearly scalded his tongue. He grimmaced and closed his eyes but a moment. Then headed back to the kitchen, intent on filling his cup once more.
Behind him, he heard Sirius laugh. And it turned his stomach.
Harry looked about and thought that they had done a good job of cleaning this room. There were buckets of knocked out doxies, and a bowl of their eggs over by the curtains that they had infested. Curtains that werw now free of their buzzing.
The clanging doorbell rang again, and the portraits that lined the wall were strangely silent. Everyone in the drawing room looked at Mrs. Weasley.
"Stay here. I'll bring up some sandwiches." She said, and left the room. At once everyone rushed over to the window and looked down, to see who had arrived for a visit. They saw a ginger headed man below, with his arms precariously full with large dark pots.
"Mundungus." Hermione said
"What's with the cauldrons?" Ron asked
"Probably looking for a place to hide them. Isn't that what he was supposed to have some dealings with? When he was supposed to be looking after me? Something about dodgy cauldrons..?" Harry said.
"Yeah you're right. Mum's not going to like this." Fred or George said. As they watched, the man teetered to the side, and disappeared from their view. Entering the house.
Fred and George ran to the door, and put their ears against it. "Mungdungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley. Think we should risk the extendables?"
At that moment, there was an explosion of sound that made the ears quite unnecessary. They all could clearly hear Mrs. Weasley shouting at the top of her lungs.
"WE ARE NOT RUNNING A HIDE OUT FOR STOLEN GOODS!!!"
Fred opened the door just a crack.
"I love hearing someone else getting yelled at by mum. It makes for such a nice change." George said with a slight, satisfied smile on his face.
"The idiots are letting her get into her stride though. She'll be at it for hours now." Fred said, and made to close the door. But before he managed to do so, a house elf edged into the room.
Except for the filthy rag wrapped around it's middle, it was completely naked. It looked very old. it's skin seemed severl times too big for it, and thought it was bald like all house elves, white hair stuck out of his large, bat like ears. It had large blood shot, watery grey eyes and it's nose was rather snout like. It was also favoring his right leg with a pronounced limp, hardly able to walk on it at all.
He took not notice of them, and doggedly walked to the far end of the room. Muttering to itself loudly about "Filthy muggle. Mudbloods. Werewolves and criminals..."
"Hello Kreacher." Fred said, and closed the door with a loud snap. The old elf made a pronounced, and unconvincing, start of surprise, and hobbled around to face them.
"Kreacher did not see young Master." and the old elf bowed unsteadily. While his face was to the carpet,"Nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is."
"Oh. no." Hermione breathed, then practically ran to the old house elf side. She knelled down beside him. She then looked up at each of them. "We need to treat his leg. Don't you see? It's broken."
"Good. Looks like Ed got someone else." Fred or George commented.
"..Besides us, that is."
"He had good reason, you gits. Kreacher did attack him in the bathroom. And if you'd just stop apporating all over the place...!" Ginny said.
"We can't just..let it stay like this..! It's cruel..." Hermione said.
"The Mud-blood is talking to Kreacher as though she were my friend, if Kreacher's mistress saw him in such company, oh what would she say..."
"Don't call her a Mud-blood!" Ron and Ginny called out together, very angrily.
"It doesn't matter. He's not in his right mind, and he doesn't know what he's saying..."Hermione said
"Don't kid yourself. He knows EXACTLY what he's saying." George said, eyeing Kreacher with great dislike.
"What do you want anyway?" Fred said to Kreacher.
Kreacher's eyes darted to Fred.
"Kreacher is cleaning." Kreacher said evasively.
"A likely story" Said a voice behind Harry.
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