A Somewhat Eager Seed of Hope

Kreacher brought Vizet back to Ottery St Catchpole, bowed deeply, and then said, "Great Mr. Lovegood, if you have time later, please give Kreacher your instructions in advance... Kreacher will put everything he has learned in his life to use and prepare the finest meal for you..."

He seemed to think of something else. "Great Mr. Lovegood, which country's food are you fonder of? If there is anything Kreacher is not good at, Kreacher can learn it in advance..."

"I..." Vizet gave a light cough, still not quite used to such an enthusiastic, respectful Kreacher. "Actually, when it comes to food, I'm not too particular..."

"Though this is an overstepping act, Kreacher must still say... at least let Kreacher do something..."

Kreacher suddenly straightened up, then slammed his head hard into the ground, punishing himself. "Great Mr. Lovegood... your help to the Black Family has truly been too great..."

"All right... Kreacher, raise your head first..." Vizet half crouched and waved his Wand toward Kreacher's forehead, casting Healing magic to help close the wound.

Kreacher praised him loudly. "Oh... great Mr. Lovegood, you are as great as Master Regulus..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Vizet coughed several times, trying to cover Kreacher's voice. "It really is hard to refuse such kindness. How about this..."

He still remembered the foods Luna liked, so he told Kreacher all those dishes.

"Yes!" Kreacher bowed again. "Kreacher absolutely will not let... the great Mr. Lovegood... down!"

Vizet pinched the bridge of his nose. "There's really no need to single out that form of address..."

In truth, he had mentioned it to Kreacher several times, but Kreacher had never changed. Dobby had been similar before, though Dobby no longer spoke like that now.

He stood up and rubbed his slightly aching knees, then suddenly sensed movement in