Kreacher

Hermione said, "That so-called chest of Muggle currency Sirius Black mentioned could probably buy half of Privet Drive."

Hermione Mr. and Mrs. Granger came over.

While they were exchanging pleasantries, Mrs. Molly pulled Oren and Harry aside and asked, "Are you sure Sirius Black can take good care of you?"

Oren: "I'm 100% or even 90% sure he can't."

"I guessed so," Mrs. Molly said. "I'll make extra dinner; you know how to call the Knight Bus."

Harry had wanted to say something in Sirius Black's defense, but remembering that Sirius's most extensive experience was being held in Azkaban, Harry decided to remain silent.

After exchanging pleasantries, Sirius Black led Oren and Harry out of the station.

"How do we get to Privet Drive?" Oren asked. "The subway or Apparition?"

"No, no, no," Sirius Black denied. "We need to take the Knight Bus. I've been in Azkaban for so long, I've forgotten what it feels like to ride that bus."

Oren "hesitating"

On Privet Drive, Sirius Black was leaning against a tree, S.P.E.W. violently.

"You're no good either; you got seasick before the car even went supersonic."

Oren patted Sirius Black on the back, almost knocking him over.

Sirius Black wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go inside."

"You can tell this family left in a hurry; there's still half a cup of tea left on the coffee table."

Oren scanned his surroundings like a detective examining a crime scene.

"Well, maybe Sirius Black gave us too much?" Harry replied uncertainly.

"Harry, are you sure Sirius Black's wanted poster in Muggle has been removed? I don't want someone kicking down the door later."

"Probably..." Harry replied uncertainly.

"The Ministry of Magic already cancelled it for me," Sirius Black said, hugging his blanket. "Come on, let's help throw all this stuff out."

Oren shrugged and went upstairs with Harry.

"Wow, this closet is full of clothes!" Oren said, tossing a women's coat to the ground. "I feel like Merlin's closet is about this full."

"Yes," Harry chimed in, "The previous owner of the house had just as bad taste as Aunt Petunia."

"Oren, we should throw all this stuff out the window. Sirius Black should be waiting on the lawn downstairs."

Oren opened the window and said, "Harry, what's wrong with Sirius Black? Why is he suddenly acting like a child and sitting on the floor counting ants?"

Harry leaned closer and said, "Oh, that's a relapse. Apparently, people who spend a lot of time in Azkaban are like that. I need to find some euphoria and Draught of Peace."

Oren rummaged through his bag of treasures. "I have all of these, including the kind of Potions I make. If you want a godmother who can last for thirty minutes, you can come find me anytime."

Harry took the Potions and said, "No need, I have plenty of that kind of Potions."

Oren...

After downing several Potions, Sirius Black was finally out of his ant-counting mode.

"Ha~ Vernon's back, I'm going to go teach them a lesson again."

Oren quickly grabbed Sirius Black, who was using his wand to scare people.

"You're too reckless! You must use magic to defeat magic!"

Sirius Black asked, puzzled, "Isn't what I'm using magic?"

"Tsk, by the same logic, if you want to defeat Muggle Muggle, go scare them with this AK."

Sirius Black: "Okay"

Oren pulled him back again, saying, "Look at you, so impatient. You have to give a sweet treat after every slap. What's the point of just slapping me? Go get some pounds, that's Muggle currency!"

Harry...

"That Oren, how about we continue cleaning up that..."

Oren's "Merlin's Wardrobe"

Thirty minutes later~

"Hehehe, dinner's here! Harry Orion, come down and eat!"

Oren looked at Sirius Black (the Apron Limited Edition skin) looking quite presentable, but then Oren noticed something was wrong when he looked at the plates on the table.

"Where's the food? Why are there only a few pieces of charcoal on the table?"

Sirius Black: "This is my first time cooking. It doesn't look very good, but I promise it's edible."

Oren picked up the plate, stood up, and walked towards the door. "I'm going out for a bit."

What time will you be home?

Oren looked at the charcoal in the plate and said, "I'm a wanderer!"

Harry could see the bewildered expressions on the Weasley family' faces as he casually opened the portal.

Sirius Black looked at the charcoal he had burned and quickly pulled Harry up, saying, "Looks like I'll have to learn how to cook from Mrs. Molly."

Oren shoved Sirius Black and Harry out of the portal. "No way, you two can go eat charcoal!"

Oren closed the portal and pulled out the chair next to Ron.

Mrs. Molly said, "Poor Harry, if he eats this all holiday, he'll become skin and bones."

Mr. Arthur said, "I must say, Sirius Black was truly a master at charcoal burning."

Fred, "Even Fang eat better than this."

George, "If Fang were to taste a bite of Sirius Black's charcoal, he'd probably get up in the middle of the night and cook Harry a three-course meal."

Harry stared blankly at the vanishing portal and said, "Sirius Black, are we really going to eat this today?"

"Don't worry, Harry, I have another way. I'll go find the Black family's House-elf right now."

One hour later~

Harry: "Sirius Black, what about the House-elf you mentioned?"

"I've already given Kreacher the orders, but when I told him about Oren Black, he just ignored me."

Harry...

With a thud, Oren, who was happily munching on a sandwich, felt something hug his leg.

A dirty House-elf teleported into the Burrow, grabbed Oren's leg, and started crying loudly.

He kept muttering strange things like, "Young Master Regulus... Young Master Oren... He looks just like him, so much like him."

Oren: "Where did you come from House-elf? Fine, let go now, or the young master will reward you handsomely!"

Kreacher: "Waaah, I'm House-elf from the Black family. I've come to see Master Oren."

"Then why did it take you so long to arrive?"

"I've been staying at the Black Ancestral Home and didn't know of your existence, Sirius Black mentioned you. Young Master Regulus never mentioned you either, so I guess he didn't know either."

George and Fred each covered one of Ginny's ears.

Oren glanced at the Weasley family, who were staring intently at the ceiling, as if there were flowers on it.

"Damn it, why wasn't I born from a crack in a rock? This is so annoying!"

"Young master, please come with me," Kreacher urgently, pulling Oren out of the Burrow.

"So this is what my cheapskate father risked his life to steal from the You-Know-Who," Oren said, lifting the locket on the ground.

"Waaaaah, it's all Kreacher's fault for being incompetent! Young Master Regulus told me to destroy it, but Kreacher tried everything and just couldn't destroy it, waaaaah~"

"Alright, leave it to me." Oren took out Phoenix Feather. "Hey, hey, hey, Headmaster Dumbledore, come to the Burrow. I have a Horcrux here."