"Then he did all this today by hand? Impressive," Hermione complimented.
                              
"Yeah, he was a busser and cleaner at the pub where he used to work."
                              
"Don't bring that up, please. Dosing a muggle with Veritaserum is highly illegal," she chastised.
                              
"He deserved it. He was trying to... if Draco hadn't gotten that call out."
                              
"Well, he's still in muggle lockup. He obviously told them quite a bit, thanks to you."
                              
"Good. But where is Draco... wait, where are the krups?" he said, wondering why his furry companion wasn't mobbing him. He felt their bond, and Shadow was very happy right now, and not far anyway.
                              
"Oh! Yeah, where are they? They always greet you," she said, worriedly.
                              
Harry cast a Homenum Revelio spell, but Draco wasn't upstairs. "He's not up there. But I can feel Shadow."
                              
"Huh? Maybe Kreacher knows?"
                              
"Kreacher?"
                              
Pop! Kreacher appeared, crying his eyes out. "Harry! Master Draco... he's...."
                              
"What?! What happened, Kreacher! Is Draco okay?" Harry said, kneeling down in front of him.
                              
"No! He's not okay!"
                              
"Did he leave?" Harry asked, panicked.
                              
Kreacher wailed. "No! He... said... he said that...."
                              
"What?" Harry said, worriedly.
                              
"He said that being a pureblood doesn't matter anymore!"
                              
Harry's mouth dropped and Hermione gasped, "He did?"
                              
"He said... he said that his family names deserve to die! He's going to be the last Black and Malfoy! Oh, Harry! It's terrible!"
                              
Harry hugged him and shared a look with Hermione. "It's okay, Kreacher. He's just upset."
                              
"But he's a noble... he said that he's a muggle! How can that be? Cissy's son can't be a muggle!"
                              
"Kreacher... he just can't use magic right now. We are trying to get his rights back."
                              
"Master Draco will be a wizard?"
                              
"Hopefully, soon, but it's a long... process. Kreacher, Draco was arrested and was told he couldn't do magic anymore. He's been living as a muggle for the last year. We are trying to help him, and... give him a place to stay."
                              
"Master Draco said that he didn't have a home."
                              
"That's why he's here."
                              
"This can be his home! He's a Black, too. This is his home!"
                              
Harry grimaced. Kreacher had come a long way, but the fact that he, a non-Black, owned the Black homestead was still a sore spot for Kreacher. "Kreacher, I want Draco to stay, but it has to be his choice. I have no problem with Draco staying here... making this place his home, but he has to accept it... us. He has to believe he belongs here, for it to be his home."
                              
"Kreacher will make him want to stay!"
                              
"You can't make him feel something. Just... give him some time, okay? He's still recovering from what happened to him. So, ease up? Don't make him feel guilty for what happened, okay?"
                              
"Kreacher will make him feel welcome! I'll put more flowers in his room!"
                              
"No! Stop touching my flowers!" Harry growled, and Kreacher pouted and disappeared. "Merlin's saggy butt... he touches my plants one more time...." But Harry stopped as he looked out the patio door. He saw a pile of clippings and crumpling leaves.