Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter and Black Butler? I wish but I don't.

Please take note that this story is also an Alternate Universe (AU). Anything that appears long after 1995 is meant to be there for pure entertainment purposes only.

Passing the Time with Demons

Chapter 2 Part 1

March 1888

"W-who? Who a-are you?" Azzurro Vanel yelled as he gripped his twisted arm as Sebastian carried his Young Master to an ornate chair.

"It is obvious isn't it?" James sneered as he hugged his son who had been kidnapped with Ciel. `Stupid Muggle,` he thought idly as he released his son from his own bonds since Sebastian was doing the same with Ciel.

"W-what do you mean? Neither one of you are human! Besides, I can pay twenty times as much as that brat does," Azzurro said as he crawled forward.

"I hold a contract with my Master," Sebastian said, his eyes glowing a demonic red as he stood behind Ciel.

"And I owe the Earl my life and my son owes his life to the Earl as well. Besides he is the Queen's Guard Dog. Notorious for sniffing out criminals such as yourself," James said with a cruel smirk as he perched on the desk with Harry in his lap.

"N-no," Azzuro whispered as two dangerous auras appeared around the two irritated men and the room was covered in shadows filled with the screams of the dead and dying.

"Young Master! You're injured and Harry too, are you two alright?" Finny asked as he ran up to Sebastian who was carrying Ciel and James who was carrying Harry. Mey-Rin was beside him and Bard just behind them.

"Harry tripped and fell and decided to bring me down with him," Ciel said, irritably, frowning when he saw the wide eyes. "What? You don't believe what your master tells you?" he accused whilst narrowing the single sapphire eye visible.

"Oh no," Mey-Rin chimed in.

"It's just you look adorable, being carried like a baby and Harry like a little monkey," Finny explained.

Ciel exchanged a shocked glance with Harry who had his limbs wrapped around his father, much like a monkey would do. He then looked at Sebastian. "Put. Me. Down," he ordered.

Sebastian looked at him with an amused expression before setting his Master on his feet.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Ciel barked at the two servants.

"You. What do you mean by cleaning up this pie?" Bard asked as he poked Sebastian in the chest, who just raised an eyebrow.

Sebastian ignored him as he kneeled behind his Master. "How can I ever atone?" he questioned, drawing the questioning looks of the other servants and his Master. "Forgive me Young Master, I have created a blunder inexcusable for a butler of my caliber. I hang my head in shame, dinner is not ready."

"Seriously!" Ciel barked incredulously. The three Stooges, Ciel, Sebastian and even James looked at Harry who had suddenly burst out laughing like a loon, his face, for once was carefree as the Phantomhive household looked at their youngest member as he giggled.

It wasn't long before the others joined in even though Ciel tried to put up a cold front; he ended up laughing while Sebastian and James chuckled. They weren't really sure what they were laughing about, but it was nice to hear the quietest member make some noise since he didn't really speak to anybody.

August 1995

Harry hummed as he and Sebastian started on the kitchen late at night whilst the Order slept. His father and Ciel were in the living room with Finny since he could lift up the heavy furniture. Not that they weren't helpless, but Finny still didn't always know his own strength.

"Is that the Duck song?" Sebastian asked after a few minutes.

"Mm-hmm," Harry responded as he continued humming the tune.

"You better hope I don't… never mind, it already is," Sebastian said with a sigh as he started singing the blasted song.

After several minutes in the kitchen where they prepared the next meal after scrubbing the whole thing, they headed to the library whilst the other three started in a drawing room. It helped being a demon or part demon.

Harry gave a soft chuckle at that. `Part time demon, part time Marauder, ` he thought with an amused smile before he started humming a different song. "This is a large library," he mused as he dusted off one of the books.

"Indeed it is. I will have to leave in an hour or so," Sebastian commented as he did the tables, pillows and the different chairs and sofas.

"I don't want to know the details," Harry said, looking at the demon butler who just gave him a feral grin. "I rather preserve the image of my father before the Prince of Hell got to him. Though someone should go to that Wizarding bank, Gringotts, wasn't it? to make sure dad is divorced from that woman. No sense in him getting kicked for not following the rules… again," he said as he ran his demonic power over the carpet to get it to its original dark red, fluffy condition while the wood flooring became a shiny dark chocolate.

"I believe he already has. He went out not long after we got into our rooms. Naturally he jumped out of the window, but he was alright. He may have twisted his ankle when he landed, but that didn't last long once he got the sense to heal it," Sebastian said as he cleaned out the fireplace.

"Of course he did," Harry muttered as he stepped back from the book case.

Ciel sighed as he collapsed elegantly on the loveseat beside Harry whilst Finny took an armchair. "Well, I say we did good," he said, looking around at the sparkling yet still dreary house.

Harry nodded before watching a funny creature that looked to be old walked by, grumbling and muttering the entire way.

"What an odd creature," Finny said as it left the room.

Ciel just sighed. "Noblemen aren't meant to work and expend this much energy," he said, crossing his legs at the knees.

"Gardeners aren't supposed to help clean either," Harry said with a loose shrug.

"What time is it?" Ciel suddenly asked.

"5:43," Harry said, looking at the clock on the mantle above the fireplace.

Ciel just nodded in acceptance.

"Hey, remember that conversation we had back when we got stuck in Sebastian's father's throne room?" Finny asked.

/Flashback/

"Sometimes, I loathe being a demon. I used to think that once I had gotten my revenge, Sebastian would just eat my soul and go on. Parting ways with all the other members of the Phantomhive Household or fake his own death to avoid suspicion. That or we go on a journey to the great outdoors and never return, leaving an article of our clothing or tents or something ripped or shredded. Maybe a few knives piercing the ground with a couple of dead wolves and somehow getting paw prints everywhere. In some ways, I would have preferred that than this. Aging so slowly that I barely notice it myself or living until someone manages to kill me," Ciel said as he shook his head.

"I used to think that I would never leave that prison," Finny said with a shake of his head. "Being held down by people or strapped down to a table while they injected with me some sort of liquid to make me stronger. I never got to feel the summer sun on my skin, the biting cold of winter, the wind of spring blowing through my hair, or even the soothing coolness of fall. It was all a dream… until Sebastian came. I first thought that he was there to prevent me from escaping like so many others, but he was dressed so oddly and differently from the rest," Finny said with a sad smile as he remembered the past. "Harry, how exactly did you become a Shapeshifting Demon, and how did your father become a Stag Demon if he is the embodiment of Death?" he then asked a few moments after coming out of his melancholy thoughts.

Harry looked at his hands that rested in his lap. It was something he had avoided talking about for a while now. "When I was younger, I used to play with this crystal stag when I was locked up in the cupboard under the stairs. It was silver with little diamonds on each side, and it was something that I had since I was baby. Actually it was one of the few memories I remember after that night, Halloween of 1981. For some reason, I grabbed it from the ground, and Lily, she didn't realize I had it when I was picked up and passed to Dumbledore. Anyway, when I was 9, I remember, it was after a particularly bad beating, and I was holding the stag for comfort. I was wishing that someone, anyone, would take me away from there. Then a silver light bled out of the stag and lit up the dark room before I was suddenly swept away somewhere. Next thing I know, my stag is gone and a man that I was told was dead was next to me, panting from exertion… like I knew that at the time," Harry said with a soft chuckle.

"Why did the stag disappear?" Finny asked, tilting his head curiously.

"Dad explained it to me like this. You see, when Voldemort tried to kill my dad, the curse sent a shock through him, making him fall. Everyone believed that he had died though he was actually in a state of being alive but not alive. He knew what was happening around him but could not do anything about it. Seeing as he 'died' the memories of him being Death were 'released' and well having millions of years of memories flood into your head at once is kind of a lot. So his magic decided to do something about it so… poof dad became a stag. The stag was his Animagus form. Over the next few years dad was able to sort out his memories and break free of his self-imposed prison. When he broke out he was a Stag Demon. I guess that's what happens when you combine Death with an Animagus. When Dad basically remade himself a body, it accidentally sent both of us back in time to 1885. I, however, accidentally got turned into a Shapeshifting Demon while I was at Hogwarts in my third year. I fell down some hole that appeared when I slipped in the 2nd floor girls' bathroom near the sinks," Harry paused for a moment to breathe.

"Harry. What were you doing in the 2nd floor girls' bathroom?" Ciel asked with a slight frown.

"Do you have any idea how mean those students can be when you're a bookworm?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No?" Ciel responded.

"They can be quite vicious and will ridicule you as often as possible. Plus I think there were some orgies going on in the boys' bathroom. Like ALL of the time." silence met Harry's response.

"How many people were… um involved?" Finny asked, his blue eyes wide.

"8, maybe 12. Sometimes more." Harry said, scratching the back of his head.

Finny turned a little green before running off to a corner while Ciel covered his face with his hands.

"My Lord, are you blushing?" Sebastian asked as he managed to get the door to the throne room unlocked with James at his side.

"No… yes… no. I'm not fine. I don't want to know. I don't need to know," Ciel said with his voice muffled.

James looked at his son who was also blushing. "Harry?" he asked with a cool voice.

"I was telling them how I got turned into a Demon," Harry said, swallowing nervously.

"Oh? This I have got to hear," James said as he plopped down gracefully on the stairs that led up to the throne.

"Don't ask about the girls' bathroom," Finny said as he walked back over, looking pale.

"Girls' bathroom?" James asked with a frown.

"Noo!" Finny cried just as Ciel explained.

James and Sebastian both blinked. "Well, that never happened in my years at Hogwarts," James mused.

"Demons will sometimes participate in such acts, but they often ended up missing something vital after a time. May it be an organ or a limb," Sebastian answered.

Finny covered his mouth once more whilst the others stared at Sebastian.

"You know this how?" James asked, raising a fine eyebrow at the man that wished to be his mate.

"Talk to my Father. He is the one that assigns the rooms in that place," Sebastian said with a graceful, one-shoulder shrug. "I just know that my room is right next to some sort of orgy room. Of course they do end up re-growing their limbs, and I think they have to go steal an organ from one of the animals… I'm not sure on that though since I've never participated," Sebastian continued.

"You know, I'm kind of glad that you don't know the procedure of regaining a missing organ," James said, shaking his head.

Finny nodded rapidly before stopping as he gave himself a headache and made himself more nauseous.

"Continue Harry," James said, giving his son a look.

"Well, the hole that I fell through was actually a giant pipe, and I landed on some dead animal bones before seeing this sixty foot long snake skin. Curious, I followed it to some sort of door with metal snakes that appeared to be moving on it. I spoke to them, and another snake followed the edge of the circular door before it met its tail and the door just popped open. I went through it and came to some sort of antechamber that had a giant pool of water in front of some wall that had been sculpted to look like some man's face. I just walked up to the water and stared into it before looking back up at the sculpted face. I sit down on a rock that was by the water so I could draw it and show it to you later, but the rock sunk into the ground and the mouth just opened. I got up and headed into the mouth to find a dusty living area that was quite dusty and looked like it could use a good cleaning. I spotted one of the doors that was cracked open, and it was a large door that had to be at least 20 feet wide and just as tall if not taller. I slipped through the crack, which really was about 5 feet and stepped into some marble room," Harry paused to look at his father who had made a noise in his throat.

"Don't mind me," James said as he waved for his son to continue.

"Well, there was this giant altar in the middle of the room and it was circular like the room itself, and there was some old stone bowls filled with various liquids and strange shapes were painted within a pentagram," Harry paused once more as his father groaned.

"I swear Harridan if you don't go looking for trouble, it finds you," James said as he sank into his chair.

"What do you mean?" Ciel asked.

"A pentagram is the base symbol for summoning a demon," Sebastian said. "Every demons mark tries to follow the five point star in some way, shape or form."

"Well, I wasn't planning on getting on the altar, but I had reached the steps when I heard the scraping of scales behind me, and the next thing I know, I go flying into the middle of the pentagram and I guess I scraped my hand when I grabbed an obsidian stone. Then everything glowed a brilliant red, much like Sebastian's demon eyes and the pain that followed it was practically unbearable. So much pain, I literally felt like someone was breaking my bones and burning the skin off of my body before something was ripped away. I ended up passing out. When I woke up, I found a pouting ghost that sat cross-legged on the head of a giant snake with glowing yellow eyes."

"Do ghosts even pout?" Ciel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"This one certainly did, and he was very petulant and jealous about me finishing the ritual he set up right before he died," Harry said with a slight frown.

"Oh great, how did he die?" James asked.

"Um, I think it was some guy that he called Alonso? Either way, he was murdered when he went to the town outside of the castle so that he could bind the demon he summoned to the castle," Harry said, scratching his head.

"Binding a demon to the castle!" Sebastian yelped indignantly.

"Uh, yeah. The demon wouldn't be able to attack the students, only protect them from the darkest magic imaginable since they were at war with some Dark Lord that knew some nasty spells," Harry said with a loose shrug. "Either way, without the item that was needed to bind the demon, the demon would be able to terrorize the school unless someone accidentally cut their palm on the black stone," Harry bit his lip slightly.

"What did that stone do?" James suddenly growled.

"Apparently that stone was set to stab the demon in the bottom of the foot to keep him there till the ritual was complete."

"Which is why the demon would have terrorized the school, you just don't mess with a demon's feet. They're sensitive," Sebastian said with a small growl.

Harry nodded. "Anyway, when I had been head-butted into the pentagram and grabbed the stone, I accidentally set the ritual off and since it was the blood of a human, it accidentally turned me into a demon. Luckily, he didn't bind me, but he did threaten to sic his snake on me if I even thought about attacking the students, which at the current moment in time I still felt human, other than my missing soul. Then the man forced me to take his pet snake with him, which must have been a magical snake as it resized itself to only a four foot dark green python. At least I thought it was one," Harry said with a shrug.

"That wouldn't be the same snake that Snake is keeping for you, along with that other one?" Ciel asked warily.

"Yes that would be her. She was getting lonely and the man knew that she wasn't receiving a lot of attention since he was a ghost and couldn't interact with her much, so that was how I ended up with her. Why?" Harry questioned with a curious tilt to his head.

Ciel shook his head. "It doesn't matter, but I still don't trust her. Not after she stole my scones," he grumbled the last part under his breath.

Harry blinked. "Anyway, that was how I became a demon."

"Harry, how long were you in the past before you and James were captured by the cult?" Ciel asked, having never heard Harry mention it before in all their years together.

"We were there for a few months, back in the past, before my dad and I were kidnapped by the cult," Harry said quietly.

/Flashback End/

"Was there a point for you bringing that particular memory up?" Ciel asked as he and Harry shook the memory out of their minds.

"No, no reason," Finny said with a smile, causing Ciel to facepalm whilst Harry chuckled. "Hey Harry, I've been meaning to ask, but I never actually thought of it before till now, but how did you and and your dad get captured by the cult?"

"Did someone say they joined a cult?" Dumbledore asked he walked down the stairs, wearing lime green robes with neon yellow polka dots.

"No, no cults," James said with a frightful sneer as he and Sebastian had come down earlier whilst the three teens were reminiscing about something and were sitting on the loveseat, fitting really.

"Oh, well, that is good," Dumbledore said smiling. "By the way, what exactly happened here, do you, know?" he asked looking around at the clean living room.

"Oh? What do you mean?" Ciel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, it is just that it is frightfully clean, not that I am complaining or anything."

Ciel looked at the others who just shook their heads and turned away from the old man as did Ciel.

"Harry, I have a question. It has actually been bothering me for decades now, but I was more interested in gaining your father's favor than asking you about it," Sebastian said in Russian, causing James to swallow sharply.

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"Did the man say who he was trying to summon?" Sebastian asked, gaining the attention of the other three who had also learned Russian while the Order looked at them curiously, trying to figure out what was being said.

"Erm, the Prince of Hell if I remember correctly," Harry said. Harry then blinked as the others froze. "And the man said that he had that ritual set up for over 900 years. Sebastian, you weren't by chance born when Hogwarts was built, were you?"

"I was," Sebastian said, slipping to English.

"Well, I guess if it had worked, you would have been serving someone else instead of the Young Master," Finny said, looking wide-eyed at Sebastian.

"What's going?" Dumbledore demanded, looking at the shocked faces of the normally stoic people.

"Nothing that concerns you. Come, we still have to discuss our business here," Ciel said as he stood and walked gracefully into the kitchen at the side opposite of the Head of the table. Harry and Finny sat on his left while Sebastian and James sat on his right.

The Order sat in their regular seats with Sirius opposite Ciel, and it was only when everybody, including the children, had been seated did they realize the large space between the Order and their guests.

"Would you all like to come closer?" Molly asked, frowning from her place at the stove as she fixed breakfast.

"Sebastian, tea," Ciel ordered, ignoring the red-haired woman.

Sebastian stood gracefully and started to make two pots of tea. "Earl Grey or the other?" he asked.

"The other," Ciel responded with an air of superiority.

"Finny?" Sebastian asked, knowing the immortal human couldn't drink the New Moon Drop.

"Um, the Pomegranate, Raspberry and Strawberry tea? If you still have some," he added at Sebastian's perplexed expression.

"Yes, I have some," he said as he pulled a couple of boxes out from an inside pocket and took out a couple of packets to place into the steaming kettles. "Harry?"

"I'll actually take all three," Harry said with a smile.

"Mixing your teas again?" Ciel asked with a sigh.

"Oh but of course, Cielly," Harry said with a laugh as Ciel narrowed his eyes at the dreaded nickname whilst Sebastian, Finny and James hid amused expressions.

"Hey, no switching languages, we love a good laugh too," Fred Weasley said as he leaned forward on his elbows.

"George! Get your elbows off the table!" Molly barked.

"But I'm George," George called from the right side of his twin.

"Oh, I'm not putting up with that again," Molly said, shaking her spoon at her twin sons.

"Madam, please, you are getting food on the clean floor," Sebastian said as he grimaced at the grits that dripped to the floor.

"Hmm? Oh, the House Elf will get it," Molly dismissed as she turned back to the pot.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed.

"I'll get it Mr. Sebastian!" Finny said as he swiftly got out of his chair before grabbing a dish cloth. It had taken him at least 20 years to get over being so clumsy and to learn his own strength though he did forget about it sometimes.

"Finny, there really was no need. We have magic plus that horrible House Elf, Kreacher, would have gotten it," Molly said with a kind smile at the blonde-haired boy.

Finny shook his head as he cleaned it up. "Mr. Sebastian, Mr. James, the Young Master, Harry and I cleaned the rooms from top to bottom. They even restocked the pantry and prepared a few meals already," he said, making the Order stare at him and the other Phantomhives as Ciel sipped his tea quietly with one hand and holding the saucer with the other.

"Did you really?" Sirius asked, looking at his old time friend with awe.

"Well, it took us about 6 hours, but yes," James said with a firm nod as sipped his own tea.

"But how? It has taken us weeks to even clean one drawing room!" Ron cried, staring at them with wide blue eyes.

Ciel sipped his tea. "How we did it is beside the point. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. The Queen's Guard Dog, if you will Sebastian," Ciel said as he waved his hand.

Sebastian nodded and placed a letter in front of Dumbledore and Kingsley Shacklebolt who looked at the plain white envelope with a red seal on the back.

"Her Majesty is highly displeased with all the killings, and your Ministry is lacking," Ciel said, looking imploringly at them.

Kingsley snorted. "The Queen has little to do with our world, and we follow our own rules set up by the Ministry," he stated.

"Hmm, yes but when I am asked to clean things up, I'm afraid I have no choice. This world is becoming exceedingly close to being discovered by the Muggles," Ciel said, leaning back into his chair.

"Like yourself?" Kreacher sneered as he walked in, looking around at the different members hatefully.

"Curb your tongue elf," Ciel hissed and his eye narrowing.

"Hey, what happened to your eye?" Ginny Weasley suddenly asked.

"My eye?" Ciel raised a fine eyebrow.

"Your right one," Ginny stated, batting her eyelashes at him.

Ciel turned his head slightly. "That is very offensive and you just don't ask people that. It also isn't something I wish to talk about. The circumstances that caused it were very unfavorable," he said in a cold tone and a frown marred his face.

"Somehow I doubt these dunderheads could even understand even if you did explain," Severus said, a scowl present on his face.

"Mm yes, but we are getting off subject again. You are whom?" Ciel asked, raising an eyebrow at the dour, bat-like man.

"Professor Severus Snape. Potions Master and I teach Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the man said, raising a fine eyebrow at the group at the end of the table.

Ciel nodded. "What is your position in this Order?" he asked, seeming to ignore everyone else.

"I am a spy. I offer information from the Light that is approved to the Dark and from the Dark to the Light," Severus responded.

"I see. Where do your… no. Not here," Ciel said with a nod to himself before looking back up at Sebastian who had long since finished his tea and stood silently behind his Master even though he could have returned to his seat. "Go to the Town House and prepare three more rooms. We shall take a few people with us when we leave," he said.

"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian said, bowing slightly before leaving the room swiftly.

"Who are you taking? Depending on whom, I'm afraid I won't be able to allow them to leave," Dumbledore said, offering a sad smile.

"Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Severus Snape," James said from his seat before offering his cup to Ciel who raised an eyebrow as if to say 'why are you offering that to me?'

"Does that look like a tree or seaweed to you?" James asked, pointing to some part into his cup.

Ciel looked into a cup. "A tree?" he said.

"Hmm, let's see, a tree represents Life and an arrow? I think that represents coming considering the direction it is pointing in. Then there is a skull perhaps that means Death?" James said whilst scratching his temple.

"I could get Sybil for you," Dumbledore offered. "Besides, the three you mentioned cannot leave this house," he said with a benevolent smile and twinkling eyes.

"That phony? No thanks though why can't they leave?" James asked, looking at the Order.

"Well, Sirius is in danger, Remus is supposed to be keeping him company, and Severus just has to stay here," Dumbledore explained before looking at Harry who was studying his own cup.

"Explain," Ciel commanded.

"I'm afraid there is nothing to explain," Dumbledore said as he leaned back into his chair, clasping his hands in front of him.

"You mean you didn't read The Daily Prophet in summer of 1993?" Sirius asked with a frown.

"No, I think we might have been in Japan or China. I can't recall since we've done so much traveling," James said with a shrug.

"You've travelled?" Uriah asked, insanely jealous.

"Had to," Harry responded before looking away from his brother. "The places were nice as well as the food. Sebastian and I learned new recipes. Father learned the different weapons and how to move them. Ciel focused on the politics and the cases we received from the Queen. Finny learned all the different plants, and we ended up dragging Snake along and he pretty much guarded our choice of residence in each area," Harry said.

"So Ciel, what exactly do you do for the Queen?" Dumbledore asked, receiving a stony look from said boy.

"I dispel Her Majesty's worries. Simple as that. Now, Mr. Black, will you please tell me about what is so important of this paper in 1993, specifically the summer?" Ciel asked, handing his cup to James who automatically refilled it.

"I-" Sirius started only to be cut off by Lily.

"There is nothing important about that paper. Just a madman's ramblings," Lily sneered.

"You know that face may work on Grell, but it does not work for her," Ciel stated. "And thank you," he then said.

"For what?" Lily asked, slightly affronted at the Earl's previous comment.

"One does not call a madman a madman unless they have specific proof or know something that somebody else doesn't," Ciel said with a smirk to their gaping faces except Severus who just snorted quietly and looked away.

"Dad, did you happen to pick up anything when you went out earlier?" Harry asked, stirring some sugar into his mixed tea. "Smells like the food has been burnt," he then said, taking a sip of his tea.

"Oh!" Molly quickly turned back and pulled the pot off the stove and set into a sink. She stared in dismay at the burnt mess.

"It's been awhile since you've done that," her husband, Arthur, said whilst watching his wife.

"Harry," Ciel said with an exasperated sigh.

Harry nodded and stood before moving into another room. He returned a moment later with several platters, which he placed on the table and uncovered them to reveal several fancy dishes. He then just returned to his tea and looked at James till his dad remembered his question.

"Oh yes. I grabbed an old newspaper on my way out of the Archives," James said as he pulled said paper from the inside of his suit and flattened it out so that he, Ciel and Harry, who could read upside quite well, could look at it.

"Check the date," Ciel ordered after a few minutes.

"August 2nd 1993," James read in a low voice that only those close to him could hear before looking passively at the other end of the table.

"You know, I think I just might go change," Harry said before grabbing ahold of Ciel and walking (running) out of the room.

"EARLS DON'T RUN EITHER HARRY!" The Order turned around to watch their retreat.

"Um sir, do you have a garden somewhere?" Finny asked, looking at Sirius Black.

"In the back, why?" Sirius asked, slightly confused.

"Bye!" Finny was out of his chair and fled the room without explaining anything, leaving the Order to look at the only member left.

James laid the paper down calmly and clasped his hands together in front of him before studying those on his left. "So. Azkaban. Lovely place isn't?" he asked calmly.

"How is it lovely? It is surrounded by Dementors, and they suck all the happiness right out of you!" Tonks exclaimed loudly in a high-pitched voice.

A tapping filled the room, and it echoed loudly, which after the Order looked at one another to see if they knew who was tapping they looked at James who was sitting there passively with no tilt to his lips.

Lily and a few others swallowed nervously. "James? Why would you say that Azkaban is lovely?"

"Hmm, just seeing what your reactions were. Not favorable. Not favorable at all. You see, I have this strange skill for picking up something important before knowing that it is even important. I've even learned to just put it away without looking at it so as not to ruin the element of surprise. Now is it common practice for the Ministry to throw people into Azkaban without a trial?" he asked, looking at Kingsley.

"Of course not," Kingsley scoffed.

Dumbledore and Lily could feel dread pooling in their stomachs.

"So why was Padfoot sent to Azkaban without a trial," James said in a quiet tone with a calmness that belied his rage.

"He had killed, um, 12 Muggles and Peter Pettigrew. He was also the right hand of Voldemort and betrayed you and your family to him?" Hermione offered before quieting down at James' smug look.

"So, you think I'm a fool do you?" he asked, rising out of his chair as his magic slipped from his control and caused the dishes to rattle and the empty chairs to tap as they were moved by an unseen force.

"N-no, I didn't mean it like that!" Hermione cried as her brown eyes widened in fear.

"I just read the newspaper on Padfoot's self-breakout. Do you honestly think that I don't know what the Ministry wants to believe? That one of their own Aurors would kill someone who is supposedly innocent would do something as this? With no evidence? No, of course not. They want to sweep everything under the rug and hide their heads in the sand like the scared little birdies that they are," James snarled, the rattling continued before the doors on the pantry started opening and closing, hard. "And Dumbledore who has so many titles that is ridiculous couldn't even get him a trial?" James continued, his eyes starting to bleed to the bottomless black from the night before whilst a purple haze swirled around him.

"I would have gotten him a trial, but I thought he was guilty!" Dumbledore tried to lie but he was forced to clench his eyes shut as a hard blast of cold wind hit him and the others, making their hair whip behind them.

"Lies," James hissed, his voice becoming guttural and cold. "You knew that Sirius was innocent because you were the one that hid Lily and I hide under the Fidelius Charm with Pettigrew as our Secret Keeper because Sirius would have been the most obvious choice," his hand clenched the edge of the table which started to rot.

Severus clamped a hand on his left forearm as he felt the Dark Mark burn, suddenly glad that the Dark Lord was having a meeting. He didn't even bother to let Dumbledore know as he fled the room and found that the rest of the house was being affected by James' anger. `What is happening?` he briefly wondered as the walls started to warp under some sort of pressure. The feel of magic was thick and he figured that they would need a chainsaw to cut it instead of a knife as the Muggle saying goes, or so he thought. He heard the sound of breaking glass behind him and a few shrieks before flying out of the house where he found Harry, Ciel and Finny sitting in lawn chairs sharing a bucket of popcorn and each had a bottle of Coke on the ground.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, curiously as he tilted his head.

"Death Eater meeting," Severus said.

Ciel nodded. "Have fun," he said before turning back to the house that was starting to groan as the wood bended down as if a giant was flattening it with the palm of his hand.

Severus frowned slightly. "Shouldn't you try to calm him down before the house collapses instead of treating it as if it were a show?" he asked.

"Hmm, it will be alright. He should be calming down soon, and their memories might be erased so they don't know he has that much power. You of course should be able to keep yours since you got called out of there," Ciel said as he took a sip of the Coke before frowning at it. "Not healthy but it is good though I still prefer my tea," he mused before scratching his head. "Besides his magic will work to repair the damage, provided it can be undone," he then answered before looking back at the house and popping another kernel into his mouth. "Mm, have some," he said, offering some popcorn to Severus.

Severus took a few pieces and popped one tentatively into his mouth before looking at the house again, barely suppressing a flinch when he heard another scream, he Apparated out of there deciding to not even bother with his Death Eater cloak and mask. He would be of no use to the Dark Lord dead, and he wasn't too keen on going back inside just to save himself from a Crucio. He was also pretty sure, judging by the air that was leaking out of the house that was now windowless, that the air inside was suffocating with magic and making the house do crazy things.

Well, that was fun. Nice long chapter for you folks hopefully part 2 will be up next week sometime. Also thanks to my beta, allenx14 for editing... rewriting... a couple paragraphs due to content.

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