Never Underestimate a Determined House Elf

Kreacher was tired of his master mopping and drinking all the time. All he did these days was mutter drunkenly about all the ways things could have gone better. Kreacher’s master was all alone now except for Kreacher, everyone he loved had been killed in the war or soon after. Kreacher had no love for the white bearded filth either and was upset that his new master and his mangy old master were both taken advantage of by the filth, both ended up drinking their days away. This was unacceptable behavior for masters from such a proud house. Even the Potter family wouldn’t have tolerated this. 

Kreacher was an old elf, well over 650 now and still able to perform all his duties. His number one duty was to make sure his house was in good condition, he decided that meant people not the building in this case. He knew drunken filthy master would  order him away if he tried to help him stop drinking and get better so Kreacher decided the only way to fix it all was to start at the beginning again. 

Filthy Drunk Master spoke a lot when he didn’t know Kreacher was listening. He spoke of nasty muggle cupboards, traitorous Rat who lived cushy life as a pet while his mangy Dogfather rotted in prison, about murderous Defense Professors and secretive old goats who manipulated his life, about Escaped prisoners who should’ve just died in prison, stupid treasure hunts that let more people get killed and having to become a living martyr because he just didn’t know enough to question the old man’s plans. 

Kreacher made notes of these things, he got drunken master to tell him more and all knew. Kreacher began to research, not for how to destroy a horcrux because his master knew that already. Kreacher looked for how to fix it all, let master try again with the knowledge he has. But Kreacher doesn’t trust master won’t mess up and decides he has to go too. 

Other house elves talk, they are sworn to keep their masters secrets but they know how to say what they want and need to. Kreacher gets help in his research, many elves are not happy with how things turned out. Too many lost masters because of the war. Even when Kreacher’s master won it was too late, too many people had died and the castle was nothing but a ruin. They agreed that something needed to be done. 

Kreacher couldn’t send his master’s body back. The knowledge to do that was lost when the Ministry burned down. But he found a different way, he could send his soul back and his own. They would join with the younger soul in their younger bodies. Kreacher didn’t want to send his adult master to a babies body so he chose the year he learned he was a wizard, his 11th Birthday. Kreacher would come to him and keep out of sight. Together they would fix things and make everything right. 

*** Someone made a post looking for a story about Kreacher time traveling with Harry and this little nugget popped into my head in response. It’s not what they were looking for but I thought it would be a fun prompt.