Harry sat on his bed in the room he shared with his wife Ginny Weasley. He was thinking about the distance that was growing between them. The last time she was home when he was, was two weeks ago and over a month before that. As a Quidditch player she travelled a lot. A lot more than he expected when he first agreed to letting her go. They had just been married a few weeks when she went on her first tour. Of course being Mrs Potter, the wife of the boy who lived or the man who conquered as they now called him made her the most sought after player and the one whose games generated the biggest crowds. Her superiuos took advantage of this and it was Harry and Ginny's marriage that was suffering. He figured it didn't matter anyway if she was there or not.

They spent most of their time having sex instead of talking or Harry got sick. It seemed to happen a lot more latley. In fact it was three and a half months since the last time they were intimate, right after Harry had written his will at Ginny's urging. He had joked saying it was a little bit morbid for them to be writing their wills, but she replied with 'If something does happen to us do you want the Malfoys to inherit? They are your closest relatives now.' Harry had shuddered at the thought of his school yard nemesis getting his hands on the vault his parents left him. He did not use it up during school due to his upbringing with the Dursleys, he never really spent any of it.

Harry was supposed to got o the Weasley's for dinner like he did every Sunday but he was getting tired of the sympathetic looks he got when he was there. To be honest he did not want to be there. Things changed after the war, the death of Fred, Tonks and Remus always cast a shadow on the family. The destruction of their home during the war meant everything was different now, the familiarity of the burrow was gone. Suffice it to say the only thing that remained the same was Grimmauld place and that was due to creture who insisted on keeping things as they were.

If anyone tried to change anything in the house creature changed it back with magic. Harry did not have the heart to tell him off for it as he could see it meant a lot to the old creature and he did not care about the house in the first place. Kreature was also the one thing him and Ginny argued over. She wanted him gone, he didn't. That was the only thing he denied her. He did not know why he always felt the need to give her whatever she asked for.

Harry called kreature and told him to go to the Weasleys and let them know he was not feeling well enough to go see them. Kreature did as he was told and returned almost immeadiatly and bowed his head. Harry knew Kreature wanted to say something, he always bowed no matter how many times he told him he did not need to do that. Having given up on convincing him he asked "Yes Kreature?"

Kreature replied "Master there is something Kreature wants to show you. I hopes you can forgive Kreature for stepping out of line but I can no longer keep quiet master. I have to tell you."

This peaked Harry's interest and he wondered what Kreature wanted to say. He chuckled inwardly as he assumed Kreature wanted to report something as mundane as breaking a glass or something like that. He motioned for Kreature to continue and he did.

"Master, what I need to tell you need be shown or you may not believe kreature."

Now Harry sat up. Whatever it was Kreature wanted to show him did not sound trivial any more or he would not need to show him. He nodded and allowed Kreature to lead him into a a room he never went into. Regulas' room. It was kreature's sanctuary.

In the beginning Kreature did not want anyone going in there. It was a shrine to his old master that he treasured above everything else, even the potrait of his mistress. At the time Harry had not cared enough to bother with it after already deciding to find somewhere else to live. That was before he found out he could not sell the place. The magic of the house would not allow it. It had to be inherited, he supposed it was a way to prevent young heirs losing the family home one way or another.

Harry walked into the most Slytherine looking room he had ever seen. He was sure his old nemesis Draco Malfoy had a similar theme. The different shades of green, the Slytherine banners even the hogwarts Slytherine uniform was hanging in the wardrobe. Harry wondered if Kreature's obsession was going to far. He saved everything of Regulas' from before he died. There were expansions in the wardrobe containing all these things. Surprisingly enough everything in the wardrobe was in pristine condition. As if the owner was going to arrive any minute and use it. Harry knew Ginny had not seen this room, Kreature had hidden the door from her just like some other rooms in the house that only he as the head of the Black family could enter.

Kreature led Harry to a pensive with memories floating in it. He did not recognise it and guessed it must have belonged to Regulas. He took a deep breathe and entered the memories. He was actually surprised to find himself in the Dursley's house. He wondered how Kreature got memories from there. That was not what caught his eye, the figure of Dumbledore standing at the door with Petunia letting him. He pulled himself together enough to listen to their conversation.