Harry's gaze kept flicking to a cupboard, and Sirius noticed.
"Now, what did that cupboard ever do to you?" Sirius asked him.
Harry debated his options. "I need to steal something." He decided to say.
Sirius' eyebrows rose. "About to go on trial in front of the entire Wizengamot, and you want to steal something?"
"Well, here's the thing. Security isn't the problem, I know exactly where it is. Getting to it is easy." Harry said.
"Then what is the problem?" Sirius asked, a sparkle in his eyes.
"Kreacher won't want to give it up." Harry said. "He'll try to take it back."
"Kreacher?" Sirius seemed taken aback.
"What do you want to take from Kreacher?" Sirius seemed horribly confused.
"An evil locket."
"An evil locket."
"Are you serious?"
"No, you're Sirius."
Sirius blinked. And then exploded into laughter. Harry couldn't help but join him.
"What did I miss?" Remus asked, having just returned.
"Harry did the 'you're serious, no I'm Sirius' joke!" Sirius proclaimed happily.
Remus smiled too. "Well done, Harry, you've beaten him at his own game."
"Hey now, I wouldn't say he's bested me-"
Remus shook his head, and pat his friend on the shoulder before sitting down.
"So," Sirius said to Harry when he'd caught his breath. "What do you want me to do?"
Harry worried at his lip. "Actually," He realized, "I think he would let me take it. I just need you to keep him from trying to attack me first."
"What's this about?" Remus asked.
"Kreacher has something I need." Harry said.
"Why do you need this evil locket?" Sirius asked.
Harry froze for a moment. "Let's just talk to Kreacher."
"Harry..." Remus trailed off.
"Just... Trust me for a bit." Harry said.
"Kreacher!" Sirius called out, not angrily.
The house elf appeared in the room. "Yes?" He asked in his gravelly tone.
Harry stood up from the bench, and knelt down in front of Kreacher, to be closer to the house elf's height. Harry didn't want to tower over him. "Kreacher, I need Regulus' locket."
Immediately, Kreacher's posture went to defensive and angry, his face morphing from one of mild disgust to pure hatred. Sirius' eyes shot wide open at his brother's name.
"How dare you-" Kreacher began.
"I want to fulfill his last wish." Harry interrupted, looking the house elf in the eyes.
Kreacher went still. "How would you know Master Regulus' last wish?"
"That doesn't matter." Harry said. "What does is that I know how to, and I can. Destroy it, I mean."
"How would Mister Potter know this?" Kreacher narrowed his eyes.
"Harry. What about Regulus?" Sirius asked.
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Waking up at 12 Grimmauld Place wouldn't have been something concerning except for a few things. 1. Harry had fallen asleep in the Eighth years' dormitory. 2. He wasn't even in the right bedroom at Grimmauld Place. 3. Sirius Black was standing right...