As he watched Kreacher sobbing on the floor, he remembered what Dumbledore had said to him, mere hours after Sirius's death: I do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human's....
Harry took Malfoy's Shrivelfig as Ron set about trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Harry skinned the Shrivelfig as fast as he could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever.
This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name.
What's coming will come and we will meet it when it does.
So where is it? Harry asked suspiciously.
Ron agreed, with the sole proviso that their next move took them within reach of a bacon sandwich.