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"
I
forbid
you
to
call
anyone
'
blood
traitor
'
or
'
Mudblood
,
'
"
growled
Harry
.
He
would
have
found
Kreacher
,
with
his
snoutlike
nose
and
bloodshot
eyes
,
a
distinctly
unlovable
object
even
if
the
elf
had
not
betrayed
Sirius
to
Voldemort
.
"
I
've
got
a
question
for
you
,
"
said
Harry
,
his
heart
beating
rather
fast
as
he
looked
down
at
the
elf
,
"
and
I
order
you
to
answer
it
truthfully
.
Understand
?
"
"
Yes
,
Master
,
"
said
Kreacher
,
bowing
low
again
:
Harry
saw
his
lips
moving
soundlessly
,
undoubtedly
framing
the
insults
he
was
now
forbidden
to
utter
.
"
Two
years
ago
,
"
said
Harry
,
his
heart
now
hammering
against
his
ribs
,
"
there
was
a
big
gold
locket
in
the
drawing
room
upstairs
.
We
threw
it
out
.
Did
you
steal
it
back
?
"
There
was
a
moment
's
silence
,
during
which
Kreacher
straightened
up
to
look
Harry
full
in
the
face
.
Then
he
said
,
"
Yes
.
"
"
Where
is
it
now
?
"
asked
Harry
jubilantly
as
Ron
and
Hermione
looked
gleeful
.
Kreacher
closed
his
eyes
as
though
he
could
not
bear
to
see
their
reactions
to
his
next
word
.
"
Gone
.
"
"
Gone
?
"
echoed
Harry
,
elation
flooding
out
of
him
.
"
What
do
you
mean
,
it
's
gone
?
"
