A/N: Hello! I'm back! Again, the time between the last chapter and the new are longer. I'm sorry! I'm a very busy person lately. My final result was finally out and now I'm busy applying to get into college. And again.. I couldn't get hold on my beta. I couldn't reach my beta. I know these sounds like excuses. I bet you're thinking it is excuses. But please don't blame...! Life is hard for me now... I get discourage to continue the story. But anyway, my spirit on posting new chapter is up now. So, here it is, the new chapter. Mind you, that this chapter is un-beta. So, I'm searching for a new beta reader for this story. Preferably who knows Harry Potter and Kuroshitsuji very well. And if you're interested, please pm me.

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CHAPTER 10

Baldroy yawned and walked into the kitchen, scratching the back of his head. "Morning," he yawned.

Mey-Rin entered the kitchen with a huge smile and followed by Finnian. Finnian had a huge grimace painted on his face and dark circles under his eyes. Finnian walked slowly towards the table like a zombie.

"Good morning," said Angela cheerfully, holding a tray of tea and cookies. Finnian immediately livened, but not in the usual infatuated way.

"Oh, is it all right for you to be up and about like that?" Baldroy asked Angela.

"Yes. I'm sorry to have troubled you so," Angela said sadly, placing the tray on the table. "Acting like that, even after my master taught me I must never ever forget my manners around the guest..."

She looked down regret in her eyes. She then turned to Finnian and worry flashed in her eyes. "Oh, Mr. Finny, you look a little pale," she said, reaching out her hand to Finnian. Finnian flew back from her hand and to the wall. Angela turned to look at Finnian, her eyes questioning.

"Um, I-I'm not feeling all that well," Finnian exclaimed, waving his hand frantically. "Don't touch me or the germs will spread!"

Finnian paused and sprinted out of the room and to the outside in a cloud of dust, shouting, "I'm sorry!"

"It doesn't look like he's feeling unwell at all," said Baldroy, looking at the running boy.

Angela stared at him in worry.

Finnian sat down on one of the fallen trees. Hugging his knees to his chest, looking sadly on the ground.

"Miss Angela..."

"Finny!" He heard Mey-Rin called him. He looked back and saw Mey-Rin running towards him.

"Today's snack is Cabinet Pudding, prepared with blackberries from the surrounding regions," Sebastian presented, placing a porcelain plate in front of Ciel and Hermione.

"You're quite laid back, aren't you?" asked Ciel.

"There is no need to get flustered," Sebastian replied.

Hermione moaned as she tasted the dessert. "You are the best cooker I ever met since Mrs. Weasley."

"Mrs. Weasley?" Ciel quirked an eyebrow to Hermione.

"My best friend's mother, Molly Weasley," Hermione answered, taking another bite of the pudding.

The door burst open.

"Sebastian!"

Hermione looked up and saw Mey-Rin rushed toward them, followed by Finnian.

"What is wrong? You are making a ruckus," Sebastian chastised, eyes narrowed.

"Miss Angela is nowhere to be found!" Finnian said.

"Ah. It seems there are some herbs that grow near the swamp. She said she'd go pick them," Baldroy told them.

"On her own? To the swamp?" Finnian asked, flabbergasted.

"Really? At a time when the Devil Dog may be running loose?" Mey-Rin cut in.

"Ah, damn!" Baldroy exclaimed.

"Why did she go to pick herbs at a time like this?" Finnian mumbled.

"It seems she was worried about how pale you looked."

Finnian's eyes wide, shocked. "For me?" He turned and sprinted.

"Sebastian, we're going, too," Baldroy told, running after Finnan.

Sebastian nodded but didn't move.

Baldroy skidded to stop and glared at Sebastian. "What? Don't you have any hot, red blood running through your veins?"

"Never mind! Let's go, Mey-Rin!"

"Yes, sir!"

"What about Old Tanaka?"

He looked at Tanaka and his jaw dropped. Tanaka was hopping up and down in anticipation, adorning a hunting outfit and rifle.

"He's got the spirit! All right! Let's go, you rabble!"

"Yessir!"

"Ho Ho."

They dashed off.

Hermione whistled. "Your servants surely are brave and loyal. And foolish, I may add. They could be a Gryffindor."

"Though, they do know that they were chasing after the Devil Dog, along with Angela, right?" Hermione turned back to look at Ciel and Sebastian.

Ciel shrugged. Instead, he asked, "Gryffindor? And where did you learn to whistle?"

"Just a house's name in my school. My best friend, Ron, taught me how in summer before my seventh year."

"A house's name that bears your last name?" Ciel asked, skeptically.

"It was named after the founders. There's three more; Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin," Hermione answered nonchalantly.

"So, you are the descendants of one of your school's founders?" Ciel asked curiosity in his eyes.

Hermione shrugged. She then turned to look at Sebastian. "Sebastian, thank you."

Sebastian smiled, understand that she was referring to last night, "You're welcome, my lady."

Ciel looked expectantly at the two. When he didn't get his answer, he sighed. He continued eating his sugary snack. "So, what colour is your blood?" Ciel asked mockingly at Sebastian. Hermione looked at Sebastian, interested in his answer.

"Seems like something to get flustered about."

Sebastian sighed.

Ciel took a sip of his tea before placing it back down on the porcelain saucer. "Show them how perfectly you play the role, Sebastian."

Sebastian opened his eyes. "Yes, my lord."

"So, what is your answer?"

Sebastian looked at Hermione, puzzled by the question.

"What colour is your blood?"

"Miss Angela!'

"Angela!"

"Miss Angela!"

The three Phantomhive servants called out for the young maid through the thick mist. Tanaka trailed behind them dutifully.

"Where did Miss Angela go?" Finnian wondered out loud.

Mey-Rin screamed and the males ran over.

"What's wrong?" asked Baldroy.

Mey-Rin lifted a shaky finger and pointed to a piled of dirt. As the mist cleared, arms and legs could be seen protrude from the ground. Baldroy and Finnian gasped in shock.

"What on earth is that?" Baldroy exclaimed.

"The shocks just keep piling up!" Mey-Rin squeaked.

Their gazes rested on a freshly buried arm, skin still not decomposed and even healthy looking. Their gazes fell on the middle finger, and a shiny silver ring engraved with a B.

"Hey, isn't that ring..."

"Lord Henry's." They chorused.

A howl sounded in the distance and they tensed. They sprinted to hide behind a rock. They peeked out from behind the boulder to see a man walking through the mist. He had long silver eyes and red eyes. He also was not wearing any clothes.

"Who is that?" asked the maid.

They saw the man walk slumped over towards the pile of dirt with the fresh arm sticking out of it. The Phantomhive servants watched in wonder as he sniffed at Lord Henry's arm before moving it to the other side of the dirt and sniffing at it again.

"That arm... It really wasn't the Devil Dog who did Lord Henry in. It was a human, after all." Baldroy muttered.

Mey-Rin looked forward and her nose dripped blood. She cupped her hand over his nose, "I-It's a shocking full-frontal scene!"

"Did he have a grudge against Lord Henry for some reason?" asked Baldroy.

Mey-Rin jumped. "Maybe Miss Angela asked him to or something!" Mey-Rin wondered aloud, the memories of Angela in Lord Barrymore's room filtering through her thoughts.

"What? Why would Miss Angela..." Baldroy asked.

"That's right!" Finnian exclaimed, jumping out from his hidden space.

"Finny!" Baldroy and Mey-Rin looked at Finnian.

"Miss Angela has nothing to do with this. You shouldn't doubt her!" Finnian insisted.

"Shh!" Baldroy and Mey-Rin put their finger on their mouth.

Finnian covered his mouth quickly and the man turned towards the boulder. His nose twitched and he licked his lips. Finnian gasped lightly memories of the night before flashing through his head. All of a sudden, the ground started to tremble and the three looked towards the source. The whole village seemed to be rushing towards them. They were dressed in bathing suits.

"What's with you lot in that getup?" Baldroy asked eyebrows rose in confusion.

"We were going to perform ablutions in order to quell the Devil Dog's anger."

"Last night, the Devil Dog's angered voice rang out loudly."

"The 'Waah' howling lasted all night!" The villagers told them.

" 'Waah'?" Mey-Rin tilted her head. She thought briefly of Finnian, running off into the night.

Finnian flinched and turned to the place the man was. The man was no longer there. His brows furrowed and he dashed off towards the misty grounds.

"Hey, wait up, Finny!" Baldroy called as he, Mey-Rin and Tanaka chased after him.

One of the villagers said,"All right! Let's all do our warm-up stretches here!"

"One, two, three, four..." The villagers stretched.

The five walked before standing in front of which was now simply broken down buildings. A howl split the air.

"Th-This noise is..."

Finnian gasped. A shadowy figure appeared in the mist. Its great tail whipped back and forth. Its jaw opened slightly and fire erupted in its mouth.

"Hey, that's..." Baldroy stuttered.

The thing's red eyes widened slightly. It growled menacingly.

"The Devil Dog!"