I don't own anything (but my brain). This is a short blurb about Ciel's life in the Harry Potter Universe. Other short blurbs might get added later on.

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The Shadow of Truth

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The snow fell silently, in thick grayish flakes that obscured his already impaired vision. The all-consuming darkness that flooded the streets, to his annoyance, made everything worse and impossible for him to see clearly. The street light flickered, the electric sound merging with the rhythmic thud of his footsteps. The coldness froze his breath to tiny clouds. He could feel it crawling under his clothes and seeping into his skin.

They were already waiting.

"C'mere boy," The voice was gruff, impatient, probably muffled through the mask, but definitely not one he'd heard before. "Let's get this over with."

Pity.

"That's the little Phantomhive? A bit tiny, isn't he?" A female this time. Sneering. The boy shortly entertained the thought of memorizing their voices – maybe he'd need to identify them at a later date – but he then discarded the idea. His mind was already made up, had been for a while actually, since the day he got the message: They were already dead.

Still, he didn't speak. Simply waited.

"So, where is that … friend of yours?" the third man asked and at this the boy actually felt the need to smile. It wasn't a very nice smile, but one full of malice and dark amusement.

"What, a Death Eater to scared to say demon?" He let the smile fade into a full-blown smirk. "You told me to come alone. I am."

The first man stepped forward, arms shaking in anger, the fist clenching his wand raised as if he couldn't decide whether to curse the boy or to strike him. "Remember who you are talking to-"

"No!" The woman interfered so quickly that the boy actually had to lift an eyebrow at that. "The Dark Lord wants him unharmed."

The boy snorted, successfully cutting into the conversation, casting the adults into stunned silence. It was late and he was freezing, there was water in his shoes and the snow was melting into his clothes, soaking him to the bone.

He stepped forward and even though he couldn't see their faces, he could feel their incredulous gazes. He wasn't afraid, not in the least and why should he be? He was more powerful than them. Way more powerful. They were the ones who should cower in fear.

He cut to the chase. "Who killed my parents and burned down the mansion? Who abducted me? Who dared to smear my family's name?"

"Enough-"

Again, the woman had to restrain the man. "We're not here to answer your questions, boy," she said in a tone as frigid as the night air. "Your parents were traitors. Dark Lord made sure they got what they deserved."

The child appeared to stay calm, but there was fury burning in his eyes. Fury and… disappointment?

"Sebastian."

At his call, a man shed out of the darkness. Dark hair framing a pale and handsome face, his eyes flashing red like coal in a fire, piercing through the night. He bowed to the child, a sly smile on his face. "My Lord?"

"Y-You said you came alone!" There was fear in the woman's voice now, honest panic, as she realized that they had been tricked. "You…"

Ciel smirked. "I lied."

He lifted his hand and let the patch hiding his right eye flutter to the ground. When he turned to look at the Death Eaters, the pentagram scarred onto his iris started to glow.

"I am done here. Kill them, Sebastian! That's an order!"

With one last look at the unfortunate Death Eaters, Ciel turned to walk away. If this was what it took to earn the Dark Lords attention, he'd gladly continue.

Shortly after, screams filled the narrow street.

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