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Ron interrupted the old house elf, seeing his friend too shocked to do it. "Oh come on, everyone, don't you see he's pulling your leg? Snape, the heir of some dark elves throne? Seriously!!! And Mrs Potter his bride to be? Kreacher, I don't know who's done your education but one does not play games with our deceased ones!"

Kreacher addressed Ron with anger in his voice. "Your Minister is keeping you in the dark and you're married with HER. Ask her why and asks why all their graves are now empty, Mr Know-it-all Weasley!" I'm free and now I'm done with you all!"

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."

Kreacher seeing that his words had no signification for any of the wizards let go of Albus' sweater and grab the golden artefact that Harry was keeping in his hand. "How come that you have the Kalar in your possession and no nothing about the Lost Realm? Look at all four arrows twirling like a muggle helicopter! It means that all the owners of the keys have now died to this world and been reclaimed by the Realm, including your own mother Harry Potter!"
Shocked, Potter stared at Kreacher: "my mother... lives? In that realm? How can that be possible she died so long ago".