"It's different..." Kreacher paused for a fraction of a second, his vacant gaze returning to the ragged cloth wrapped around his body.
Dragging the wooden chest, he continued his slow crawl up the stairs, still muttering under his breath, "Disgrace... scum... Kreacher is loyal to the Black family, unwavering unto death. When Kreacher is too old to hold a plate, he can cut off his head and hang it on the wall, continuing the glory of his forebears..."
In the kitchen, Sirius was rummaging through cabinets for ingredients. Once Kreacher's voice faded away, he turned to Allie and said, "You heard it all. Kreacher is just a microcosm of this family."
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