As Ciel's mind registered the face, habitual glare fell, and blank mask replaced it as he wondered what the man was doing.
"Dumbledore wants to turn you into a spy." Ciel's heart skipped a beat, what. W-what was going on? Was this some kind of plan to get him to open up? Black didn't seem to remember him but he'd met Black before. He had been an awful liar. Ciel had always been able to see through his lies.
Ciel, gave a small nod and turned back to the wall.
He briefly worried that Black would know what he was feeling right now. But he knew that wouldn't happen. No one knew how he felt. He was confidant in that ability.
No one would know.
Ever.
The boy turned away from him. Sirius wanted to hit himself. What had possessed Sirius to say something like that?
Especially to the boy?
Not that it did any good (for either party) the boy probably didn't even believe him. Sirius felt the need to say something,
"So, what's the dark side like?" he asked joking half-heartedly. From the side-long look the boy gave him he could tell that he didn't think much of his lame joke. But even so the boy answered.
"Predictable." Sirius paused, he hadn't expected an answer. The word had come out quiet and croaky. Like he hadn't talked for… well 2 days.
"Predictable?" But the boy didn't answer. It seem that was all he'd say for now. He left. He slowed closed the door not wanting to alert the Order what he'd been up to. He straightened up and turned around.
…
Only to find himself nose to nose with Remus. Sirius's eyes widened.
"I-I can explain." Remus lifted an eyebrow. Sirius sighed,
"Okay maybe not…" Sirius prepared himself for a long lecture, but all Remus did was stare into Sirius's eye's for what seemed eternity then said,
"I hope you know what you're doing."
The Remus walked away without another words, leaving Sirius standing there dumbstruck as the day Mehan Pond turned him, him, down.
Ciel let a small smirk pass through his constant mask of impassiveness when the apple lifted off the ground with no wand waving or words, he'd worked tirelessly on the levitation ever since he'd thought of the idea and now, now he was ready. Levitation seemed like a small feat, but worthwhile all the same. He lowered it back on the plate that the Weasley patron had left on the table for him, just like every other day.
He pulled at a charm from the bracelet his father had given him, Potter had tried to take it of him but only managed to get an shock. Ciel almost smiled at the memory. His father had spelled it so it could only be taken off by him or Ciel. The magical charms were useless without a wand or his other effects, so he went straight to the miniature knife.
He triggered the enlargement charm with a word in the tongue of snakes and used the knife to chip small pieces of the silver plate off. He placed it in front of him and concentrated on one piece which slowly rose in the air, then suddenly without warning the chip of silver flew at the table leg. Rising from his spot he walked over to the table leg and bent to examine tiny hole was almost impossible to see unless you knew where to look, and would probably cause less than minimal pain if launched at a human. You could just barely see the glint of the silver embedded in the leg.
It was perfect. He sat back down and began to chip more pieces.
"Hey-"
"pssssst."
"Aster-"
"over here."
Aster turned to see the twins making exaggerated spy like movements. He rolled his eyes, and just to piss them off he asked in a normal voice as opposed to they're 'whispering',
"What's up guys." And for this conversation Aster decided to name the one on the left George and Fred the one on the right.
"Well, there's-" Fred began.
"the sun-" George continued.
"the clouds and-"
"right now the roof, but-"
"what we're here to talk about-"
"is our little visitor-" Aster immediately perked up,
"Really? You know who he is?" he asked in an excited voice. The twin both put their fingers on their lips an frantically shushed him.
"Don't go shouting stuff like that about-"
"yeah mom's already down our necks about what happened a few days ago."
"Sorry." Aster whispered. He still couldn't believe he'd missed that he'd just gone out for a trip around Diagon Alley. When the twins 'accidentally' overheard the adults talking about some kid that they want to spy on or make into a spy or something, they gathered the under-aged of the house and went to check out the kid.
"You know our extendable ears, right?" Fred asked whispering excitedly. Aster nodded, they'd come in useful quite a bit.
"Well, say hello to our newest product, the extendable eyes." George said as they both pulled out geeky looking glasses attached to a stretchable cord that ended with very realistic looking eyes.
"May I be the first to say, gross." Aster said staring at the offending object. The twins pretended to shield their eyes- extendable eyes from his insults then dropped the act saying,
"These babies right here-"
"are a breakthrough in the art of 'accidental' overhearing-" Fred grinned as he said this.
"well, overseeing of highly important information." George matched his brother's facial emotion.
"You created these so you could perve at girls didn't you." The twin grins didn't even falter.
"Yep." They said together. Aster sighed.
Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully as he sat in front of the Order listening to the conversations while they waited for Sirius, who was always late. Except for when the 'figurative' war conch rang.
"kidding! But he'd never cheat on-"
"-come on Lily, please?"
"James I love you but for Merlin's sake-"
"-never go wrong with constant vigilance-"
"-of course they're not, Remus and Tonks are just-"
"-shut up, no way am I-"
"Sorry I'm late guys, I got held up." Sirius said sitting down. Remus stared at Sirius,
"You live, here Sirius."
"I don't think I see your point Remus." Remus opened his mouth to no doubt reply with a presumably sharp tongued comment but Dumbledore cut him off. He had better things to do than sit here and listen to those two bickering.
He cleared his throat loudly, immediately all eyes flew to him, he smirked internally at their quick response.
"I have come to a conclusion."
"About time." Moody grumbled gruffly. Dumbledore ignored him and continued,
"I have decided to send him to Hogwarts." The room erupted up in angry protests, he held up a hand,
"I plead that you listen to me first," he stated.
"I have reason to believe that this boy is the key to end this war. Not only can he provide us with information that not even Severus can get his hands on but his proximity to Tom will help us, but sources tell me that the boy is very important to the dark side, you could even say he was the reason Tom hasn't gone insane." The angry protests quickly became quiet murmurings to each other.
"You-know-who was never sane, Albus, we both know that." Minerva spoke in a quiet voice.
"Exactly, I know I'm not the only one who noticed but around the time Harry," Lily sucked in a breath. ",died Voldemort retreated and rested for a few years only random attacks even clued us in on the fact he was still alive. When he returned, his tactics had changed and whenever there were raids right beside his side was a new face. I'd had presumed he was a new ally, that for some reason had a certain degree of control over him. But I hadn't thought. For a child…"
"You know that he'd never agree, don't you Dumbledore?" Remus asked.
"And what about our children in Hogwarts?"
"I'll will take care of that, though first I think we should have a talk with him."
"Where is Ciel?" A soft strangely un-human voice carried across the room easily as if with a mind of it's own.
"Forgive me my highness, I couldn't not prevent it." Just like the first voice this one too sounded un-human but this one was high, raspy and ugly.
"Could not, or would not?" The voice asked in a silky toneless voice, that could make even death quiver with fear.
"I assure you my highness, I did my best."
"Clearly your best isn't enough. Have I chosen the wrong one for this task?"
"Of course not my highness, I beg of you allow me another chance."
The owner of the beautiful voice rose from his throne of black roses, his black hooded cloak
obscuring his face,
"I shall give you one more chance."
"Thank you your highness, I will not fail you."
"I should hope not. For your sake at least, Tom Riddle."
