Kreacher, the Locket, and Regulus

By the time they returned to Number 12, Grimmauld Place, the setting sun had reluctantly withdrawn its last rays.

The moment he opened the door, Wizet smelled the aroma of food being cooked.

As though she had sensed something, Luna poked her head out from the side door. The instant she saw Wizet, she smiled. "Dad has a social engagement to deal with, so he won't be back for dinner."

"Dobby, help me keep an eye on the stove. I'll go see who's back," Mrs. Weasley's voice called out.

Dobby replied in a shrill voice, "Yes, ma'am!"

She wore an apron and held her wand as though it were a spatula. "Is that Wizet?"

Luna pulled her head back inside. "Yes!"

"I wonder when Bill and the others will be back. Percy should already be home..." Mrs. Weasley said as she leaned halfway out, intending to see for herself.

"Oh! Headmaster Dumbledore!" The moment she saw Dumbledore, her voice rose a little as she greeted him with a warm smile. "Please, come in, come in."

"Good evening, Molly..." Dumbledore smiled faintly, his eyes glimmering with gentle light. "I hope I haven't disturbed you?"

"Of course not! You've come at just the right time!" Mrs. Weasley hurriedly said. "Dinner will be ready soon..."

"I asked Bill and the others to go home and bring over some strawberry jam. I made it myself, and it's delicious with ice cream!"

"The honor is entirely mine..." Dumbledore said with a broad smile. "I'm very much looking forward to it!"

As head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, and with the department so understaffed, overtime was a common occurrence for Arthur Weasley;

Tonight was much the same. Several Muggles had purchased tea sets cursed with evil magic, and all of them had been sent