Krecher was on a tangent about it now, anyway, sounding as if he wasn’t quite able to stop himself from talking. “Kreacher saw him coming out of Kreacher’s cupboard with his hands full of Kreacher’s treasures. Kreacher told the sneak thief to stop, but Mundungus Fletcher laughed and r-ran …”
Hermione frowned, Mundungus was a member of the Order. Kreacher seemed so erstwhile, but she didn’t want to think badly of an Order member, either. There was something about the story, too, that made it harder to believe. She thought for a moment and then looked at Kreacher again. “Regulus - “
“Master Regulus, Mudblood!” Kreacher snapped.
Hermione cringed a big at the sudden ferocity in his voice, but cleared her throat. “Master Regulus,” she amended, “changed his mind about Volde – “ Kreacher shuddered and covered his ears and Hermione sighed and edited, “The Dark Lord. But how did he know to get the locket at all?” If they were going to understand it, they’d need the whole story of how Regulus exchanged them.