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Kreacher, satisfied to have all his audience suspended at his lips, has reclaimed Albus' sweater (the price of his freedom) and seated on one of Aberforth's butterbeer barrel began to explain.
"I know the names of 3 of the Kalarr's chosen persons: your mother Harry Potter, the former professor Snape and the owner of this inn, Aberforth Dumbledore. No one knew who was the mysterious 4th; Professor Snape spent many years trying to understand what was happening to him. He was the heir of the Dark Elves thrones, you see? He was the most important and your Ma was his beloved, his promised one. A heir needs a bride to continue the lineage."

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"You aren't that old to think of the Thereafter, Kreacher! You have many happy years ahead of you. I understand that you'd want to retire; are there places for retired house elves? Or you could stay with us, just work less hours, paid hours and..." Albus Severus was trying to get his sweater back from Kreacher, regretting bitterly to have offered the old house elf his freedom.

But Kreacher, who was still drenched with soapy water was not ready to let go of his brand new sweater. "I don't plan to go to a Thereafter, I plan to live with my family, in the Lost Realm. Who said it was a place for the deads? It's a place for the living!" said Kreacher.