𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒆 - pjo x hp [₂]

ii. poisoned daughter

"Kreacher, stop," Raya told him.

"See! He's been doing that all day!" Sirius argued. "Muttering and cursing, and calling everyone trolls. He keeps trying to steal stuff from the rubbish bags I've set out. It's just junk!"

"Mistress Walburga would not be pleased at this," Kreacher shook his head. "Master broke my Mistress' heart when he ran away."

"My mother didn't have a heart," Sirius crossed his arms. "She stayed alive on pure spite."

"Oh how Master has fallen from her good graces," Kreacher muttered reproachfully. "Oh, she wished for a great son, but Master was never good for her."

"Kreacher," Raya warned. "Stop instigating fights between yourself and Sirius. When we're done cleaning out the whole house, I'll let you go through Sirius' rubbish bags and keep whatever you want — as long as I agree to it."

"Mistress is too kind," Kreacher bowed, his eyes watery. "Mistress is like her father, kind to Kreacher, cares for Kreacher. Not like her uncle, rude and disrespectful to the one who practically raised him."

Sirius balled his fists.

"What did I just tell you?" Raya sighed. "If you keep instigating fights, you won't be able to go through the rubbish bags. For now, you can go polish the dinnerware. And no more picking fights."

"Yes Mistress," Kreacher bowed. "Thank you Mistress."

"Don't — don't call me that," Raya shivered. She didn't like being called the same thing as Walburga. "I've told you a million times, Miss or even Raya is fine."

"Yes Miss," Kreacher bowed even deeper. "Kreacher is sorry for disregarding his Miss' instructions. Kreacher doesn't deserve the Miss' kindness. Kreacher needs to punish himself."

"Good idea," Sirius muttered.

Raya shot a glare at her uncle, grabbing Kreacher before he could bang his head through the desk.

"You don't need to punish yourself," she told him. "You haven't disappointed me either. Just stop muttering mean things to everyone, and go polish the dinnerware."

"Yes Miss," Kreacher nodded, apparating out of the room with a crack.

"We've finished cleaning out the room," Sirius told Raya once Kreacher had left. "We've just got the writing desk — we're gonna get Moody to come in and take a look at what's stuck inside there — and that Black family tapestry. I think there's a Permanent Sticking Charm on that, so we're done for now."

Raya refused to look at the Black family tapestry. Taking up an entire wall in the drawing room, it was covered with faces and names of everyone related to the Blacks, dating back to approximately the Middle Ages. 

Under Regulus' face, Kreacher had stuck up a picture of Raya, along with her birth date. She wasn't overly happy about that, but apparently once you stick the face of a Black onto the tapestry, it doesn't come off.

"Alright," Raya muttered, noticing the curtains had stopped shaking. They must've gotten rid of all the doxies. "Where do you think we should clean next?"

Sirius looked a little surprised that she asked him, but shrugged to himself, "The dining room on the main floor, I suppose. It's gonna take a while getting through everything in there."

"I've got to head back to Camp in I think a week or so," she said, wincing. "It's the last day, and there's the bead ceremony and everything. We can get through the dining room before then, right?"

Sirius thought about it, but nodded, "Yeah, I suppose so. As long as we don't run into anything unexpected."

They began cleaning through the dining room the next day, where they found spiders as large as saucers crawling about. Sirius dusted the china — all bearing the Black family crest — and scowled at the sight of photos of those distantly related to him.