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Ciel woke up feeling like a hundred centaurs were dancing the waltz on his head. He on a chair with his hands tied behind his back. He slit his eyes open hoping no one would notice he was awake. Seeing a shadow fall before him he let his eyes slid shut again.
"So how old do you think he is?"
"With his experience maybe 30, but he looks too young."
"Ever heard of a de-aging potion, Prongs."
"Don't be an idiot Sirius. Any de-aging potions would've worn of by now."
"Really! You guy are wondering how old he is? Shouldn't you be more worried about the fact we've suddenly foun-"
"He's awake." Immediately all talking stopped. Seeing no reason to keep pretending that he was asleep Ciel opened his eyes slowly and let his eyes lazily trail over the occupants of the room, a mask of utter indifference firmly plastered on.
When he saw the black and silver wand, a pair of throwing knives on a table near by he couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable. Looking at the clock, 7:37, he made a quick calculation. He had been caught somewhere around 5:00pm so that would have given enough time for the death eating minion to report the result back to Riddle and get a rescue team together.
He couldn't help the smirk that slipped through. Father won't be happy. And when father's not happy, no one is.
"What are you smirking about boy?" Ciel turned his head and looked at the man who spoke immediately his smirk dropped, replaced with a bullet proof mask. It was Mad-Eye Moody.
Sirius' eyes widened as all emotion left the boys eyes. His eyes were dark metallic grey eyes that sent shivers down his back. They were the eyes that haunt dreams.
"Who the hell are you?" James asked. Ah, James always the blunt one. Sirius resisted the urge to slap James upside down on the head. Moody spoke up again,
"Really Potter you think he's just gonna spill his secrets to you? I say we give him a taste of pain that should loosen his tongue.
Maybe it was the dim lighting in Grimmauld Place but he could've sworn he saw amusement in the boy eyes… nah, that's crazy.
"Now, now, Moody he's just a child," The boy's eyes flash dangerously,"a little bit of veritaserum should do it." Old Remus, bless his kind heart even though the 'child' had impaled him with a knife he was still trying to protect him.
James didn't know if Remus was exceptionally kind, or extremely stupid.
Ciel hid amusement, they really thought a bit of veritaserum was gonna 'loosen' his tongue. The truth serum has several flaws in it. And Ciel knew exactly how to exploit them.
His eyes widened as none other than Severus Snape came into the room hold the clear liquid that he quickly knew was not ordinary veritaserum. If Snape had made it was likely to be harder to avoid the questions. Even Ciel could admit that the man was a potions genius.
He narrowed his eyes slightly at the spy but Snape was avoiding eye contact and ignored him in favour of handing the potion to Dumbledore. How had Ciel not noticed him? The power rolling of the old man higher than anyone else in the room. And though he hated to admit it more than his own too.
Remembering his father warnings about Dumbledore he made a conscious effort not to look into the old man's eyes. He had learnt occlumency but he was sure Dumbledore would get past his defence quicker than you could say 'expelliarmus'. Dumbledore pressed the vial against Ciel's mouth but he kept lips pursed.
Dumbledore seemed to have expected this and Ciel thought he saw a flicker of, disappointment, but it vanished so quickly Ciel couldn't be sure if he'd imagined it. Dumbledore waved his hand and Ciel found he could no longer breathe through his nose. He knew when a battle was lost so he opened his mouth slightly.
Dumbledore placed 3 drops on Ciel's tongue and waited for the potion the kick in. Ciel's eyes glazed over.
Sirius' curiosity peaked there were so many questions he wanted ask the boy, but knew The Order wouldn't be too pleased If he bombarded the kid with questions they deemed useless. So for now, he just watched.
"What is your name?" Dumbledore asked clearly. A shadow of a smirk appeared on the boy's lips.
"… Shadow." 'Huh' thought Sirius eloquently. That can't be his name… right? He looked to Remus, Remus always had the answers, and as expected the explanation came.
"That's the name The Prophet gave him. I guess, if you look at it that way… he's telling the truth." Moody growled clearly not liking the way the boy had avoided the question. Sirius had to admit that the boy was good. Not many could force a half-truth past veritaserum, especially though he hated to admit it, one made by Snape.
"What's the name your parents gave you." Dumbledore asked calmly. He didn't hesitate this time,
"They never gave me one." Sirius blinked. The boy sounded slightly… bitter. It was almost human. After fighting Death Eaters for years Sirius couldn't help but separate them from human to make hurting or killing them easier Dumbledore seemed to have decided to move on,
"How old are you?" Now that was a pretty straight forward question Sirius doubted Mr. Shadow would be able to find a way around that question. The boy didn't disappoint.
The boy's muscles tensed for a heartbeat then dropped and he answered in an emotionless voice,
"16." Shock reverberated throughout the room.
Sirius had thought the boy was young but to not even be of age. Well that was another matter entirely. When Dumbledore had gathered himself he asked,
"Where is Voldemort?" The boy remained silent. Sirius briefly wondered whether he didn't know or if it was under the Fidelius. Dumbledore moved on,
"What's Voldemort planinng."
The boy simply shrugged.
"He's Voldemort right hand man Albus." Moody said gruffly. Getting the point Dumbledore asked,
"What do you think he'll do next?"
"Attack." The room seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Why else would Sirius feel so cold inside?
"Where?" Dumbledore asked urgently. Sirius thought he saw a ghost of a smirk on the boy's face.
"Here." The boy said simply.
Pandemonium erupted. People started shouting and reaching for the door but froze when the heard a loud bang.
"Everyone calm down. The house is under the Fidelius there is no way that Death Eaters can enter. Unless you think I would tell any of them." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in question. The smirk on the boys face slipped. Everyone breathed easily again remembering who exactly was their secret keeper.
Damn. Ciel thought, he hadn't expected them to have a Fidelius. He should've known. He knew he would eventually fall to the serums will and start mindlessly answering all question. So he took the last resort knowing that the Death Eaters wouldn't find him under a fidelius charm.
He bit down hard on the capsule hidden in his mouth and a the hidden dreamless sleep potion broke out and as it dribbled down his throat, he fell unconscious.
James felt embarrassed that he'd lost composure so quickly all because of the stupid shadow boy. He turned to glare at him, but the glare quickly dropped when he realised that the child wasn't conscious.
"Albus!" He cried out what had happened? Was the child okay? Had they overdosed him? Had he gotten hit by a horrible spell in battle?
James had killed and injured a great many Death Eaters but this, this was a child.
Molly Weasley's mind seemed to be on the same track as James because she started fussing.
"Is he okay? Did we do something? … Did You-Know-Who kill him?" At the last question she turned to Severus. He shook his head. Many people breathed a sigh of relief many lesser Death Eaters they had caught had died quite a painful death through the Dark Mark.
They may not have lost too much sleep over Death Eaters but this was a 16 year old. They might still be able to bring him over to the right side.