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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.

On his wrinkled grey skin, thin as a parchment, tears as thick as mushy peas roll down while Kreacher clutches Albus' sweater and repeats: "I am free!".
Ron clears his throat:"Albus gave you his sweater Kreacher but technically, it's Harry your Master and..." he jumps back while Kreacher opens wide his mouth, discovering pointy teeth as sharp as a razor. "Hey! Calm down! I was merdely joking!"

The little house elf turns to Harry and politely asks: "I AM free, am I?" Harry nods, thinking he should have freed him years ago.

"Good because now I can join Aberforth Dumbledore and who knows, maybe I'll see Dobby too!"