Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso, Harry Potter to JK Rowling.

This unlikely crossover idea, Cain Kruspe and the words are mine though so please don't take them.

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Chapter 6: Creating possibilities

None of the members of the Order of Phoenix had gone missing in January – Sebastian's words still echoed in Ciel's head when he ordered his faithful servant to infiltrate the Ministry. He knew now that it couldn't have been Dumbledore or any of his key followers who had imprisoned and humiliated him so he was safe within the walls of the school. Hopefully.

Sebastian assured him that he could be back in almost a blink of an eye if his life was in danger, so Ciel went about his usual business of studying to be the best possible and trying to find some information on his own. He was not as good as Sebastian in staying unnoticed, but he soon realized that people were very careless when they thought nobody could hear them.

He also ordered Sebastian to send Kruspe an anonymous note saying that Snape was a traitor – he hoped to see them meeting next time. Much to his disappointment, Snape seemed to be actively avoiding the other teacher and Ciel even managed to overhear some students talking about that.

'So where's Sebastian?' Draco asked after the cat has been gone for three days. Ciel looked at him and shrugged. 'Don't tell me he ran away. Would you like a new cat?'

'No, I'll be ok. I know he'll come back,' Ciel replied with confidence. 'Maybe he got bored of the castle?'

'Yeah, by now even I am bored – nothing is happening.' Ciel nodded in agreement and closed the book he was reading.

'I wish it at least started snowing, this rain is brining me down,' he said, looking outside the window at the gloomy, late Autumn day. Elizabeth came to sit next to him and leaned in for a hug. He has learnt that it was better to humour her rather then protest and after some time he realized with some panic that he didn't mind her hugs.

'Will you come to visit during Christmas?' she asked and he said that he would of course and that she could come to visit as well. 'And Draco will be with you?'

'I suppose,' Draco was the one who answered. 'My mother still didn't come around to going to the Manor…' he trailed off and looked down. Elizabeth moved to hug him and tell him that things would become normal soon.

'They will never be normal. I think by now it's obvious that my father is never coming back,' Draco said sadly. It has been often in the Slytherin common room that this topic would come back and with the gloomy weather the general sadness multiplied.

'They still don't know what happened?' Ciel asked, feeling sorry for his friend. Draco shook his head.

'Not like anybody is really looking into it – who would care about a bunch of Deatheaters?' he asked bitterly. 'Most of the people think that they got what they deserved, most people are happy that my father is most probably dead. They never stop to think that my father had a family that he left behind. Try asking weasel for example, what he thinks. Ask him if it crossed his mind that my mother is a widow and that she loved my father even if their marriage was arranged to start with. Ask his mother what she would feel if she was my mother.'

'Oh, my poor Draco,' Elizabeth sighed and hugged him tighter and Ciel could see that Draco was grateful there were so few students inside. Most went to Hogsmeade but Draco and Elizabeth decided to keep Ciel company.

'He went missing in January and it's November now…' Draco muttered and Ciel felt an unpleasant feeling, but he pushed it away, refusing to believe that particular thought.

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Severus Snape was on his way back from the headmaster's office, when somebody dragged him into a dark corridor and pinned him against the wall.

'What do you think you're doing, Snape?' asked a furious voice that he really would have preferred not to hear so close to him. 'Don't you think I have ways to know if people are digging where they shouldn't be?' He looked at his attacker, forcing himself to stay calm and self-assured – he hasn't been a double agent for so many years for nothing.

'Let go of me Kruspe, before somebody comes and starts to wonder why you're attacking your fellow teacher,' he said with contempt.

'You know that nobody will come Snape, so answer my question: what do you think you're doing?'

'I have no idea what you're talk-'

'Bullshit. Now talk before I decide to report you to the Dark Lord.' Snape's eyes widened a tiny fraction before he could control himself and Kruspe smiled an unpleasant smile. 'Now you're thinking, eh? You know that the Dark Lord suspects you of treason, don't you? Now you're wondering if I'm only here to teach, eh?'

'Cut this nonsense, Kruspe. As if I would be afraid of you!'

'Of me not, even though you should. But the Dark Lord doesn't take kindly to treason, so tell me: why have you been digging around?'

'The headmaster wanted to know if I can find something,' Snape said finally, having learnt long time ago that telling as much truth as possible was the best way of lying.

'The headmaster had already searched me and found me clean,' Kruspe didn't let go of the issue, still pinning the Potions Master to the wall. 'But you're digging deeper, aren't you? Just what are you telling the headmaster?'

'Nothing,' Snape said and looked the other man straight in the eye, hoping to survive the staring match like he always did before.

'It's an awfully long time to be discussing nothing,' Kruspe said finally.

'Are you following me?'

'Of course I am. The Dark Lord doesn't trust you and he wants to know what exactly are you doing when you're not teaching. It's really only useful to have another teacher at Hogwarts, isn't it?'

'Are you threatening me?'

'Not yet, but I'll start now: stop digging or you'll say good-bye to your small life.' With that Kruspe let go of him, turned around and left.

'It's not really safe to wander alone at this time of the day, Earl Phantomhive,' Snape heard him talk around the corner. 'Let me escort you to your common room.'

Phantomhive heard their conversation? – that was bad. But why wasn't Kruspe more worried? He should be unless he planned to murder the boy with cold blood – most Deatheaters wouldn't hesitate.

Snape might have been one, but he certainly wasn't going to allow killing of the students, even if the student was a son of a vicious Deatheater. Without hesitation, he followed behind, though making sure that they wouldn't see him.

Nothing happened, however, and once Phantomhive was safe in his house's common room, Snape followed Kruspe, taking even more precautions to not be noticed.

Much to his disappointment, the other teacher simply went to his room and Snape was forced to return back to Dumbledore and report on that meeting. Was the Dark Lord really suspecting him of treason? That was indeed a worrisome information if it was true.

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'You will not believe what I've seen!' Harry exclaimed as he entered the common room. Twenty faces turned his way and he blushed, realizing his mistake too late.

'Well?' Fred asked, breaking the silence that fell upon the room.

'We're waiting,' George added.

'You saw Malfoy making out with Parkinson?' Fred guessed, making a couple of people snicker.

'That is nothing new, Fred,' George mock-scolded him. 'I'm sure Harry would like to tell us that he saw Malfoy being chased by an angry ferret.' Now everybody laughed and Harry's face was dark red in embarrassment.

'Way to go to come in discretely, Harry,' Hermione said with a grin, when he went to sit with them. The twins managed to get the attention to them, whether on purpose or by accident, letting Harry slip to his friends almost unnoticed.

'So what have you see?' Ron asked. 'Because it was not Malfoy making out with Snape, right?' he asked with a disgusted wince, repeating the most outrageous comment of Fred.

'No. I saw Snape spying on the DADA teacher!' Harry said.

'Professor Kruspe?' Hermione asked as though he hadn't just said that. 'Why would he spy on him?'

'Well, Snape is a Deatheater, right? So I suppose that Kruspe did something to annoy You-Know-Who,' Ron replied as though it was obvious. 'Maybe we should warn him?'

'Was he doing anything special?' Hermione asked, ignoring Ron completely.

'Funnily enough, he was leading Phantomhive back to his dormitory,' Harry said and both his friends looked at him in surprise and confusion.

'But…' even Hermione didn't know what to say.

'I think we should finally take a closer look at Phantomhive – he's popping up in all the unbelievable places,' Harry said firmly. 'First he's appearing on the same day as Voldemort, then he's becoming Malfoy's best friend and the star pupil of his year. He was there in the Restricted Section without a permission and now he's been out in the corridors after curfew.'

'So have you, Harry,' Hermione reminded him. 'And he's only eleven, what could he be doing that is so terrible? Maybe you should start by talking with the headmaster – maybe there's a reason to all this?'

'I will find out a reason.'

'I'm with you mate!' Ron said enthusiastically and they both looked at Hermione with expectation, making her roll her eyes.

'Of course I will help you – somebody has to make sure you don't do anything too stupid,' she said with annoyance, but couldn't help to smile when they grinned at her.