Beta: mrs_muggle
A/N: I have no excuse ;) I was experimenting with POVs and then the plot bunny took over and then this happened, officer, and then the muse ate my homework.
Disclaimer: If I were JKR, certain character deaths would not have happened. Nuff said.

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Kreacher is cleaning.

Cleaning, and following the Blood Traitor's spawn, walking along poor Mistress' hall with her unnatural hair as if she owns the place, a disgrace to the noble name of Black. She waltzes into Mistress' fine kitchen, talks to the master (shameful brat, what would the mistress say if she knew?), makes a cup of tea, and spills it all over the poor mistress' table. Master rolls his eyes and says that Kreacher will clean it up, but he pretends not to hear because Kreacher is already cleaning.

The pink-haired brat shakes her head and casts Scourgify, then leaves the room, and Kreacher follows because he knows that she is off to visit the werewolf. They meet just outside the study door and she whispers, "Wotcher," beaming as if she is pleased to see it. It grabs her hand, and Kreacher backs into the shadows, shuddering. A werewolf is undeserving of a Black, even that one, and Kreacher wants to retch when she lets it wrap its disgusting paws around her and stick its nasty werewolf tongue down her throat. Kreacher always thought that her branch of the family could sink no lower. He recalls his mistress' screams and Master Regulus' shock when they heard what her Blood Traitor mother had done, but that was nothing compared to the things Kreacher has seen her do with the half-breed.

(They think Kreacher doesn't notice, but Kreacher does; he sees it locking itself into its room every full moon, he hears it transform into a dirty monster in the poor mistress' house, he hears its unnatural howls. And he sees the Blood Traitor's brat pace and bite her dirty half-blood nails as she waits for it to change back, then hug it and kiss its aberrant mouth when it does. He has seen them sneak into rooms together and lock the doors behind them; heard them doing things that no civilized Black would ever consider doing before marriage, let alone with a werewolf. When it is on its own with the master, the werewolf sometimes says that it isn't good enough for her, and Kreacher agrees, but that doesn't stop it from letting her kiss it. Kreacher has trapped his ears in the door many times because he tries to keep them from soiling poor Mistress' house any further, and he never can.)

Kreacher turns his back and returns to polishing the silver; he tries to ignore the pink haired freak's undignified moan and the werewolf's husky "I missed you" and the crash as she trips when it moves suddenly to try and push her up against Mistress' noble walls. They both chuckle as it helps her back up, and Kreacher winces when she lets the werewolf's hands wander all over her and settle on her waist. Her head is only inches from Kreacher's poor grandmother's now, and Kreacher feels guilty because she never let werewolves besmirch the noble House of Black when she was alive, and Kreacher knows that he shouldn't either. (Sometimes Kreacher wonders how he will hold his head up at all among his ancestors after his death when they have seen how low Master has made poor Kreacher sink.)

Master himself puts in an appearance then, yelling something about Moony, followed by, "I thought you said that your intentions towards my friend were entirely noble, Tonks?" when he sees what they are doing. Kreacher backs further against the wall and winces when she giggles and the werewolf takes her hand and squeezes it. Her laughter disturbs Mistress, and Kreacher wants to comfort her and quieten her yells with a nice dusting and a sympathetic word, but the pink-haired freak and her disgusting mate get there first, and the half-blood sends a hex in her direction before they wrestle the curtains closed again. Kreacher gasps in horror – they always treat the Mistress like that, but he will never be used to it – and Master hears, whipping around and grabbing poor Kreacher by the scruff of his neck and shaking him.

"What are you up to?" he demands.

Kreacher stares at him, trying to be defiant, but he is bound and he has to answer. He looks up the hall, sees the werewolf coming back without its mate, and he smiles, because the girl is free of it for now, and maybe soon Miss Bella will see that she is free of it forever.

"Kreacher is cleaning."