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My computer says things I don't agree with. Any of you have that trouble? Oh well, I'm bad at spelling so the computers probably right. Still, there are times when we're both wrong. I'm depending on you, my wonderful readers, to let me know if an error slipped past us.

Side Note: I know that the England & America use different measures, but I'M the author and I can use anything I like. So I'm using kilometers (I know I should use miles, but in my head {even if its wrong} kilometers are much bigger then miles and if thats not the case then the names should be swtched). I know that this is a ridiculously small thing to rant about but, what the hay, I feel like it and I'M the author. Then again I could be wrong. I've always been bad with numbers and that includes methods of mesure.

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CHAPTER 3

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(Harry's Point Of View)

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The three wizards whirled around to face the speaker.

It was a young boy (perhaps a few years younger than themselves) dressed in old fashioned clothes that were elegant and looked expensive. Besides his eye-patch and odd bluish-gray hair, the most distinctive thing about him the gold cup in his hands.

Behind him, seeming to appear from nowhere, a tall forbidding man dressed in black stepped forward. His smooth black hair (nearly to his chin in the front, but cut short at the back and sides) framed his blood red eyes and pale face perfectly. The only other color on him was his white gloved hands, one of which was holding their wands.

He had a bright friendly smile.

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"Who are you?" Demanded Harry.

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The boy with the eye-patch gave him a haughty look.

"This lake and all the land around it for about 1 kilometer are mine. That means you three are trespassing on private property. As trespasser's, it is you who should be the first to introduce yourselves."

The voice was arrogant and commanding.

After everything Harry had been through in the last few (who-knew-how-many) hours, he was feeling really irritated. Just thinking about all the things he still had left to do only added to his stress.

However, though Harry was in no mood to put up with whoever this kid was, the fact remained that the boy and man had the cup and their wands. There was obviously nothing normal about how quickly those items had been taken. So Harry shared a few brief glances with Ron and Hermione, took a deep breath to clear his head, and replied.

"You're not a muggle, but before I tell you I want to know whose side you're on."

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The blue haired boy looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Side? I'm on no one's side save my own. Now you will answer me." It was not a request.

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It was then that the tall man in black spoke.

"Bocchan, the wizards are currently in the midst of a civil war. Unless I am much mistaken, this boy is Harry Potter. The lightning shaped scar on his forehead marks his identity most distinctly."

The man's voice was smooth, like silk or velvet. But it was also dark. Harry likened it to bitter chocolate, a dessert he'd always thought of as cruel because it looked like it should be sweet but never was.

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"Harry Potter is an enemy of those who call themselves Dark Wizards,"

The man continued. He'd never stopped his smiling. The way he still kept up that bright fake smile of his was almost creepy.

"He is also a rallying point for the so called Light Wizards. They call him The-Boy-Who-Lived. Young Master, you and he actually have a lot in common. Like you, his family was targeted and killed with himself the only survivor. I also understand that since then, there have been numerous attempts on his life. I am, however, unfamiliar with the identities of his companions."

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(Ciel's Point Of View)

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Ciel shot a heated glare at his butler.

Why was Sebastian acting like this? It wasn't like him.

Ciel hated his own ignorance and Sebastian's words made it all too clear to the wizards just how little he knew about the Wizarding World. It was humiliating. As a butler, Sebastian was not supposed to intentionally let his master look ignorant, especially in front of others.

"Sebastian, what are you doing?"

"My Lord, as you know I am just one hell of a butler. Also, if our guests understand how uninvolved you are in their current affairs, they might feel more comfortable talking to you."

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Ciel shared a speaking side-long glance with the butler. Their long association allowing the two to wordlessly understand each other's meaning perfectly. The older demon must support and never betray his master. But if he saw a way to do that, and have a private laugh at Ciel's expense, he would. The mocking glint in the hellish butler's eye when he spoke his favorite catch-phrase said it all.

Grinding his teeth in silent anger, Ciel thought about what else the demon had said. So, they have been promoted from trespassers to guests, Sebastian knows me too well. His words were also nicely misleading without being lies. These wizards don't look like they're used to playing games with words. It should be simple to make them see me in a more favorable way if they believe we might have some common cause. In any case, this new game should provide plenty of opportunity for entertainment as well as information.

He looked down at the gold cup in his hands. The absolute, most delicious fragrance was coming from it. It made his mouth water. As a demon the only thing that should be able to affect him like this was a soul. Just what is with this cup?

He looked back up as the wizard Sebastian had identified as Harry Potter, started to talk.

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(Harry's Point Of View)

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"That's Ronald Weasley and she's Hermione Granger, and yes, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said.

He had decided that there was no harm in introducing his friends since they knew who he was and, despite taking their wands and the Hufflepuff cup, hadn't tried to attack them. Then there was that business the man had mentioned about the blue haired boy and he having something in common.

Had Voldmort or his followers come after this boy's family to? Was that the reason he didn't know much about the Wizarding World and acted the way he did, because he'd stayed away from it? There had certainly been times lately when Harry had wished he could do the same.

Unfortunately that wasn't an option, at least not for Harry Potter.

They needed to get their wands and the horcrux back and he'd rather not get in a fight right now if he didn't have to. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to hear what the boy had to say. He had mentioned something about "discussing a deal."

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The black clothed man gave a slight bow.

"It is an honor to make your acquaintances," he said in a formal manner. "I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler to the Phantomhive family. This is my Young Master, the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive. He is the last living member of the Phantomhive family and inherited his title upon his parents' deaths."

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Hermione's thoughts seem to be going in the same direction as Harry's when she suspiciously asked, "You asked about a deal. What is it you want and will you give us back our wands and the cup?"

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"That depends on you," Ciel replied. "As you have no doubt realized, my knowledge about the Wizarding World is not what it should be. I'd like you to assist me with this, starting from the most important recent events. I would also like to know just how it is that you 3 arrived here, on a dragon of all things. I can't imagine that that was a normal form of transportation."

He put on a faint smile when he said this last part, then glanced down at the cup.

"I would also like to know about this gold cup."

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The 3 wizards again exchanged glances, but this time the first to speak was Ron.

"Hay, how do we know we can trust you? You two look pretty dark to me. For all we know you could be working for You-Know-Who."

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Ciel shook his head. His face was still expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of irritation.

"I have no idea who this 'You-Know-Who' person is. Just tell me his name. As for the matter of trust, you don't have any choice in the matter and I will give you no guaranties unless we come to some sort of agreement."

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It was Hermione that next spoke.

"You're not a muggle, but you're not a wizard either are you? So what are you, and if we do agree to make a deal with you what would we get out of it?"

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The young Earl looked at her.

"What I am doesn't matter. What does matter is that I am in a position to be either a great help or a great hindrance," and now he did smile. "I overheard your conversation. This little gold cup has some special quality to it and for some reason you 3 went to a lot of trouble to get it so you can destroy it. However it seems that you lack the means to do so."

Now he gave a dark little laugh. "It also seems that the rightful owner has more of these things and plans on coming after you as soon as they have been re-secured. In other words, time is not on your side. You want to know what I can do for you?"

Ceil gave them a devilish grin and his one visible eye flashed red for a brief moment.

"I can destroy this cup… if you give me a good enough reason to do so. Of course if we can't come to some sort of understanding I might start to think that this is all some sort of clever trick and I am your true target. Then, of course, I would destroy you."

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(Ciel's Point Of View)

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Ciel waited for their response. He doubted that they had anything to do with him, but casting suspicion back at them was a good strategy. A good defense is a better offence after all and throwing in a little threat will ensure that the answers are worth listening to.

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The stupid looking one, Ronald or Ron as his friends called him, was the first to reply.

"Oy, maybe you're the one that's not seeing the situation. Even without our wands there's three of us and only two of you. Why couldn't we just grab our wands and the cup and run for it?"

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Sebastian was the one that answered. His smile seemed to become both brighter and somehow more intimidating. His voice was still polite, but it now had a distinctly mocking undertone.

"Perhaps I can provide some reasons as to why such actions should be avoided. We are faster than you, stronger than you, immune to human magic's, and we posses dangerous powers."

Turning to his master, the demon asked, "What do you think, My Lord? Would not a demonstration put to rest any doubts they may have in regards to our abilities?"

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Ciel thought about it for half a second. There was no reason not to and it might help to speed things up. He glanced around and chose a suitable target.

"Very well."

He raised his hand and pointed to a distant bolder. The wizards also looked at it.

"Sebastian, this is an order, destroy that big rock."

The butler bowed saying, "Yes, My Lord."

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Suddenly 50 or more silver butter knives seemed to appear, porcupining the rock, an instant later it crumbled into rubble.

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Ciel smirked. "Sebastian is a very capable butler. However I too am not without talents. Do see that dead tree over there?" He asked, point to a large pale tree several feet from where the bolder had been.

The wizards looked.

Ciel knew he was showing off, but really, there was no reason not to and he enjoyed seeing the shocked looks on the teenagers' faces.

"Observe."

His visible eye again flashed briefly red as he accessed a miniscule amount of his demonic power and focused it on the tree.

It exploded into millions of tiny splinters.

Ciel chuckled evilly, even as he felt his mood lighten at the expressions of shock and fear painting the young wizards faces. He could see it in their eyes, they understood his true meaning perfectly now.

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(Wizard's Point Of View)

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione gulp in fear. They got the young Nobles message loud and clear. No one had to say anything.

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STAND AGAINST ME, ANGER ME, AND THIS COULD BE YOU

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Even if they had their wands they wouldn't be able to use them fast enough; plus, if what that deadly butler said was true then their magic wouldn't work on those two anyway.

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"So, how about it? Would you like to discuss making a deal with me?"

The blue-haired boy was smiling in a friendly way, closely watching them.

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In Harry's mind the little Earl now became much more terrifying than he had been when Harry had first laid eyes on him.

"Do we have a choice?"

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Ciel Laughed.

"None at all. But I see no reason why we shouldn't get along. Come, let us go somewhere more comfortable to talk. You will be my guests and I will offer you the best Phantomhive hospitality. I'm sure that you're tired and would like a hot bath, a change of clothes, and something to eat. We can talk business while you have some lunch."

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Ciel's suddenly friendly manor after all that cold arrogance and the silent threats was really unnerving. Harry tried one more time to talk their way out of this.

"It's very nice of you to offer, but we're in a hurry and I don't think we have the time to…"

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But Ciel cut him off, "Then I guess you'll just have to make the time wont you."

Smiling, Ciel lead the way back to his home. With no other choice available, the wizards followed him, the butler bringing up the rear.

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They didn't talk and neither Harry, Ron, nor Hermione had forgotten just how capable the man behind them was with his knives.

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Wierd, for some reason I'm having trouble getting this new chapter to show up after posting it.

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7/20/2012

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