Summary:

The trio exchanged glances, eyes wide. “Kreacher.” Harry breathed. The three of them immediately scrambled towards the sound. As they approached the kitchen the boy who Kreacher had kidnapped was cursing and kicking things. “Get off of me you filthy vermin!” and “Know your place!” Harry thought the voice sounded vaguely familiar, but ignored the prickling on his spine at the sound and pressed forward.
Harry, who was at the front of the group, swung open the kitchen door and locked eyes with familiar icy grey eyes. Overwhelmed with shock Harry muttered “Malfoy?”