"Dad’s not a fan either," Fred added, stood by the door and holding it open so that Mrs Weasley’s shrill screams could wash over them all, "Thinks he’s a necessary evil though - knows all sorts of things about the criminal underworld the rest of us don’t - oh!" Fred jumped when the door in his hand was pushed open further, and a small shrivelled up house-elf shuffled his way into the room, babbling to himself lowly - Harry had wondered when he would see Kreacher.