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Chapter 14: Number 12 Grimmuald Place
Harry, Hermione and Ron appeared suddenly, down the street from number 12 Grimmuald Place. Because it was early morning before dawn, none of the neighbors had begun their day yet.
The ground was covered in a thick layer of fog. Harry wasn’t sure that even if the neighbors had been up if they would have been able to see them.
“Remind me again why we couldn’t just apparate inside the house.” Ron said crossly, staring at the puddle of mud that he had landed in.
“Because Ronald,” Hermione answered as she led the way up to the house, her irritation apparent in her voice. “The house is unplottable and has antiapparation charms placed on it, like Hogwarts.”
“Oh.” Ron replied, followed by some unintelligible mumblings.
Harry just smiled at his two friends and made his way to the front door. He had not been back here since he inherited it, and the thought of going in there made his hand stay on the handle for a few moments. Taking a deep breath he pushed open the door.
None of the Order was there at the moment, and Harry suspected that they had been tipped off by Aberforth to stay away for a few hours. For this Harry was grateful.
As he stepped into the entry way, noticing that the interior of the house would tremendously cleaner than it had been on his previous visits. The old splendor and beauty of the house could be seen.
“Good morning Master Harry.” Came the oddly gruff while still squeaky voice of Kreacher, his house elf. This statement that would normally seem pleasant, from this house elf sounded like a curse in disguise. A very loud curse, judging from the sudden shrieking coming from the portrait of Sirius’ mother.
Angrily Harry stormed over to the portrait, and slammed the curtains back. “I see we haven’t been able to get rid of you yet, you old Hag!” Harry screamed at the portrait, shocking the woman so much that she stopped screaming for a moment.
“Sirius is dead in case you care, but I am sure that you do not. Killed by your precious niece, Bellatrix. Now, since he owned the house, against all of your precautions and spells, he left the house to ME! Not to anyone in the Black family.” Harry continued screaming at the shocked woman. “And it worked, would you like to know how I know? First because Bellatrix and her disgusting friends can’t come here. Second, and more convincing is this! KREACHER! Get in here now.” He bellowed, slightly out of breath..
Suddenly there was a loud crack and a sobbing Kreacher appeared. “I’m sorry miss, I can’t help it.” Cried the distraught elf as he cast a look of pure loathing onto Harry.
Ron and Hermione had stumbled back, terrified at the raw outburst from Harry, they had never seen him so out of control.
“Well.” The woman said softly, finally closing her gapping mouth, “I guess that good for nothing son of mine has finally beat me.”
“You have two choices, as I see it.” Harry said, still angry, but no longer screaming. “You can either behave, and I will have you moved to a room of honor with some other Black Family memorabilia. Or I will have your portrait destroyed. Along with the other History of the Black Family.”
The woman’s eyes filled up with tears, as she mumbled almost silently.
“What was that?” Harry asked her, standing with his hands on his hips.
“I don’t want to be destroyed, or the most noble House of Black to be erased.” She repeated sighing.
“Good choice.” Harry said simply. “Now, if you start acting up, or causing trouble, or plotting with anyone or anything, including Kreacher, I will destroy you, do you understand?”
“Yes.” She said, resigned.
“Good. Now, tell me how to remove you so I can move you upstairs.”
“How do I know that you won’t destroy me?” She asked him suspiciously.
“You don’t. You are just going to have to trust me. Besides, if you don’t tell me, I will rip the wall out around you, destroy you and everything in this house, and then bring in muggle contractors to repair the damage.” He threatened.
After several grueling hours, and lots of screaming and threatening, Harry was finally able to pull the portrait of the vindictive old woman off of the wall. True to his promise, he had Ron and Hermione prepare the farthest most room on the top floor to be hers to share with Kreacher.
The had offered to bring Phineas Nigelus’ portrait in there with her. At the offer, he went very pale and offered to do anything to not have his portrait moved in with her. Laughing Harry and Hermione had agreed. Returning downstairs, the group fell into chairs in the entryway exhausted.
“You don’t have anything against magical cleaning, do you Harry?” Hermione asked him with a twinkle in her eye.
“No.” He said with a slightly confused expression on his face.
“Good.” Hermione said with a smile, as she conjured several brooms, mops, and other cleaning supplies, which she charmed into cleaning.
“Wow” Lupin exclaimed as he entered the house, in time to see the charmed cleaning supplies whisking off. “How on earth did you get her portrait off that wall, we have been trying for years.” He asked in an awed voice. |