Harry found himself in the kitchen, the familiar surroundings offering a semblance of comfort amid the turmoil that had taken root within him. He muttered to himself, his words carrying a mixture of frustration and contemplation as he paced back and forth. Kreature, the ever-present house elf, went about his duties, ostensibly unaffected by the passage of time. Harry rolled his eyes at the Kreature's seeming immortality, his own mortality a stark contrast to the ageless being before him.