Chapter 4

Dementors and Difficulties

I didn't get any questions so I must be getting better at explaining! Hooray! However, if you do have questions, please don't be shy. If I haven't explained something clearly, let me know (in a polite manner, if you don't mind). I have also gotten several comments asking for Grell and more Sebastian. I'm reeeeally sorry, but I end up getting into writing and totally forget them! (It's weird though, since Sebastian's my favorite character...) I do have some ideas for this and the coming up chapters however! Sooo... Stay Tuned!

-AA

Ciel's POV

A knock on the door shook me awake.

"Young Master, a letter for you." Sebastian held out a silver tray with a letter on it.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to fully awaken myself from my afternoon nap. It was such a dreary day.

Picking up the letter, I noticed the seal was different. There was no return address, only a mail-to address:

Mr. C. Phantomhive

The Study in the West Wing

23 Broad Street

Bristol

London

Opening the envelope I found a simple letter.

"Albus Dumbledore? Ah, yes. I've had dealings with his family in the past..." I muttered, scanning over the letter. After I finished, I tossed it onto the desk. "Tch."

"Sir?" Sebastian asked.

"It's from someone whom I've had dealings with in the past. He wants me to attend his school."

Sebastian picked up the letter and his eyebrows raised.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" He smiled. "Are you going to attend?"

I scowled. "It's a load of rubbish. Witches and wizards, hah!"

Sebastian laughed. "We have humans, angels, demons and grim reapers (shinigami). Why is a witch or wizard that strange?"

I crossed my arms. "I don't understand why he would even want me there."

"Did you not read the letter, Young Master?" he said, waving it in front of my face. "He says that since your family and his family have had dealings in the past, and that you have been reported to know magic, he wants you to attend."

"How...?" I snatched the paper. "How does he know about that?" I remembered the time I "accidentally" tossed a boy bulling me about my height onto a rooftop with a gust of wind. I clenched the paper, looking at Sebastian, who smiled.

"Y-you! You told him?!" I yelled.

Laughing, Sebastian said, "I thought since he ran a wizards' school, he ought to know."

I growled. How dare he.

"Also, my Lord. You never answered my question: Are you going to attend the school?"

"Ciel!"

I turned my head through the blinding rain and wind to see Harry getting thrown around on his broomstick.

I was frozen to the core, something I thought impossible for a demon. The rain soaked my robe but that wasn't what made me so cold. My gray-blue hair was in front of my eyes and it was all I could do to keep hold of my broom.

I scanned the clouds, but I couldn't see anything besides rain, clouds and the darting Golden Snitch every once in a while.

Then the chill hit me full on. I felt the air get snatched from my lungs and the wind tried even harder to send me spiraling to the ground. The clouds drew in closer and I lost any sight of Harry. My eyes began to hurt from the constant wind.

Then, gliding out from the stormy clouds, a dementor took form. It came closer, filling the gap faster than I wanted. My arms hurt, I was half frozen and I felt the sensation of pure fear and hopelessness. I saw them all again, flashing in front of my eyes. The ones I had once loved, but were now long gone. I suppose I could just let the fear take over, I could let go. I would pass out, fall off my broom, and simply never wake up.

You moron.

I heard the voice in the back of my head. It may have been Soma or Alois or maybe even Elizabeth. I couldn't tell.

If you die here, that would be rather pathetic of you. A lot of people gave their lives for you before.

Alright, definitely not Elizabeth. But it was right. They were worth something, as were their sacrifices. I snapped awake and looked around. Looking past the dementor, I saw Harry plummeting to the Earth.

Bolting forward, I grabbed his sleeve. The dementors crowded closer, and I realized that I probably made a very stupid decision. The world around me faded into black. However, from somewhere nearby, I heard a buzzing sound, kind of like a chainsaw.

I woke up to the sound of voices. Most were male. Opening my eyes, I saw Sebastian, Snape, McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey and... Oh God. Not him.

"See, he's alive! Aren't you proud of me, Bassy?"

"Noooo..." I groaned. Not this idiot. ANYONE but him. For a brief second, I wished I was back with the dementors.

"Ah good! They're both up now." Madam Pomfrey smiled, unsure probably of what that... thing was doing in her hospital wing. I then remembered the sound and...

"Oh no. Please say he wasn't the one that saved me." I pleaded.

"He saved both of you, actually." Madam Pomfrey huffed. "The headmaster is beside himself! Dementors left and right, Fudge on his case, random strangers popping in..."

"Oh, please, I'm no stranger! Bassy and the brat have known me for years!" Grell giggled.

"Ciel? Professor? What happened..." Harry started but then the hospital doors slammed open and Harry's friends came bursting in.

"Harry! What happened?"

"We saw you fall..."

"Then Ciel caught you..."

"Then he passed out..."

"Then he showed up..." Ron said, gesturing to Grell.

"What's going on?!"

"You've gotta tell us..."

"THAT'S ENOUGH! THERE ARE WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE HERE AND THESE BOYS NEED REST! NOW OUT!" Madam Pomfrey yelled.

They all quickly exited the room, leaving me, Harry and a very ticked off Madam Pomfrey. She then left to go to her office with a quick bark of, "Rest!" leaving Harry and I laying in our cots.

"You think we should go see Dumbledore about this?" Harry asked.

I nodded. As the headmaster, he should have some idea of what's going on.

However, on Madam Pomfrey's orders, we ended up staying a few days to get our strength back. Every once in a while, Hermione or Ron would pop in to see Harry, or Sebastian, typically with Grell on his heals, would come see me. A few times, Flint came in to check up on me. I guess we're friends or something. I didn't really care anyway. He could believe what he wanted. The only thing I was interested in were answers. And as soon as I was out of the hospital, I would get them.

EXTRA

Sebastian: Young Master, you realize that even if you did fall from 100ft, as a demon, you wouldn't die.

Ciel: Shut up... It's hard to think straight when you're half frozen and in the face of a dementor! Besides, it adds to the story! It makes it more dramatic for the readers if I'm debating between life and death.

Grell: Oh please! Miss Avarice should have wrote in you dieing! Besides, now her ratings and followers will skyrocket since I'm around!

Ciel: Get over yourself, you homosexual tranny! They just like you because they feel sorry for you and your case of insanity!

Grell: Oh really? There were several comments asking for me to make an appearance. If you weren't in the story, no one would ask for you to show up!

Ciel: Oh really? I wonder why that never happens then... oh that's right! It's because I'm the main character. In everything.

Grell: And I'm the egotistical one?!

Sebastian: Can you all please calm down? Miss Avarice isn't going to let any of us live if you keep this up. There are many ways to die in the 3rd Harry Potter book.

Grell: Yeah, what is it with you anyway?!

Harry: *Sweat drop*