Kreacher heard the footsteps of the youngest heir to the noble House of Black. Something about this child was so magnificently different than the wizards and witches he had been serving for the past thirty or so years.

“No, absolutely no running in the house! Kreacher will not allow it!”

The house elf screeched to the youngest of who he had served. Kreacher felt a tug of loyalty to the child. He didn’t particularly enjoy the child, but he didn’t wish for the little Black to get injured.