what if when the golden trio asked kreacher about rab instead of telling them kreacher apparates them into a cottage in a wood somewhere in france?
what if when kreacher knocked on the door harry thought it was sirius who was answering and his heart squeezed but then the person looks at them and he realized this person has more delicate features, less rugged and no marks of years spent in azkaban
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The cottage was eerily quiet, the small chopped woods by the door and the lights from the window are the only signs of life that Harry could see. He turned to look at Kreacher who was staring at the cabin with a sense of comfort, as if he had been longing to go here for years. He had never seen that kind of look in Kreacher’s face before.
Despite the quiet night and the haunting look of the forest, Harry felt a small sense of comfort just looking at the cottage. He could imagine the beautiful sunrise this house gets to see, the sound of the birds early in the morning, the majestic sunsets that mark the end of the day. He felt a bit jealous of whoever lives here. Secretly he wonders what it would be like to live in a place like this, far from everything, far from everyone. It sounds like a dream.
It was Kreacher who led them into the path to the door, Harry shared a look with Ron and Hermione, wondering if they should follow. Hermione gave a small shrug, whatever happens they had each other’s back. No need for Harry to worry. He followed Kreacher.
Kreacher knocked at the door 3 times and then said, “Master. Kreacher has done what you asked. They have asked about you and the locket, Kreacher brought them here like you ordered."
At first nothing happened, Harry started reaching for his wand when he heard the sound of movement. Footsteps, soft and quiet, with Harry’s upbringing he was able to hear it despite how light the footsteps are. Then the door opened and Harry felt his heart stop. At the other side of the door was Sirius, same haunting stormy grey eyes, same black curly hair but that’s where the similarities end. Whereas Sirius’ was roguishly handsome, the man had softer and more delicate features, a more polished cheekbone and jaw, paler than Sirius was even after all the years in Azkaban. The man was beautiful, the way ghosts are, haunting and otherworldly.
“James Potter’s son.” The man whispered, he looked paler, as if looking at Harry brought back so many memories or possibly nightmares.
Harry has heard him be called a lot of things, mainly the boy who lived, this was the 1st time he was called James Potter’s son.
“Did you know my dad?” Harry asked hurriedly, the thought of the horcrux vanishing instantly.
The man gulped and smiled at him pitifully, it was a beautiful smile. “I did. My name is Regulus Black. I doubt that is why Kreacher brought you here.”
Hermione pushed Harry to the side gently, raised the fake locket and said, “We found your locket. Do you have a minute to spare?”
Regulus opened the door fully, his face grim and tired, years of living alone and isolated evident in his face. “Come in. There’s a lot we have to talk about.”
