A/N: Hey everyone how are you!? I'm really sorry It's been awhile since the last update, but I'm back now and ready to write! So, this chapter is the official start to the next arc, since we're done with Nevaeh. So, this chapter is a semi-filler:) I really hope you like it and tell me what you think!;)

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Lucius

How had he let this happen? Why hadn't he done anything? Why had things been able to get this far?

All these questions and more circled through his mind as Lucius Malfoy sat against the tree in the dark rainy night. The plan had been simple; Give Narcissia the potion then give the second child to the Dark Lord... So very simple.

And yet he hadn't been able to do it.

No, at the last second, he'd not been able to do it. Why?

Now that's the real question. Why hadn't he been able to do it?

Sighing deeply, the blonde put his hand in his pocket and from it, withdrew a small folded piece of paper. Reading over it again and again, he closed his eyes tightly. The child inside Narcissia was to be a female.

He remembered his reaction upon finding out. He'd been ecstatic, then confused, then angry, then as fear had taken over him, that's when he'd decided.

He couldn't do it. he couldn't harm his ex-wife or his child not now...

Suddenly the wind picked up and before the Malfoy could react, the note blew from his grasp and flew into the night. The blonde sighed as he stood and turning his face up, he stared at the gray clouded night sky.

Upon deciding that he would not follow the Dark Lord's orders, he'd had to form a quick plan for although defiance was a death wish, he did not wish to die, so instead he'd been rational. He'd gone and stolen a time Turner...

And now he was here, soaking wet, cold, alone and seven years in the past. "What have I done?" He wondered to himself as he reached once more into his pocket and took out the little vial that had been such an important part of his mission. Without a second thought, the Malfoy suddenly threw the vial angrily and as it smashed against an old oak, he knew that there was no going back. There would be no forgiveness, Lucius Malfoy was officially, by all rights dead.

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Lord Voldemort

Lord Voldemort was furious. He knew that Lucius was an idiotic coward, but this... "Oh when I get my hands on him." The lord muttered as he paced the length of the house. He had to come up with another plan . and he had to do it by the time Potter was at Hogwarts.

However, despite this limited time he had, it wasn't that small a time span. As long as he thought it through carefully, critiqued himself and actually allowed suggestions to be given, Lord Voldemort was very certain of himself.

As long as he planned carefully and learned from his flaws, he could win this and by the time he won, all who appose him would be long dead.

Turning swiftly on his heal, the Lord spoke viciously in Latin then with a wave of his long pale hand, flames began to rise and within minutes the building was engulfed in flames.

The Lords last thoughts as he disappeared from the burning manor was how he was going to reach his goals and as these thoughts raced through him, a plan was already forming.

Ciel & Sebastian

"My Lord? Are you alright?" Ciel sat thoughtfully at his desk and only looked up when his Butler repeated the question.

"Oh... I... Uh..." the brunette racked his brain as he tried to find an answer. "Sebastian? Do demons ever..? Do demons ever know what's going to happen..? Like can you sense when Something very bad is going to happen?" He finally asked and the older demon smiled.

"Can we see the future? No, although we do have a knack for predicting outcomes, we are not seers. Why do you ask?"

The young Phantonhive sighed in frustration as he onxe again searched for an answer. "I just..." he trailed off as he bit his lip. "I just have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. Not necessarily anything directly to anyone..." he paused. "I feel as though a war is brewing. It nay not arrive within the near future, but I feel as though it's coming."

Sebastian nodded, "Well my Lord, we do have the boy who lived and everyone wants him. We want to protect him, Dumbledore wants to use him and Riddle wants him dead." The Butler sighed and shook his head as Ciel nodded.

"Things are only going to get more interesting aren't they?" He asked and Sebastian nodded.

"Very interesting my lord and with all these wizards plotting, I think my lord tha5 I should begin teaching you how to fight."

"Fight?" Ciel raised an eyebrow and his Butler nodded.

"If you really want to help in protecting Harry then I believe that it is essential that you not only learn how to defend yourself, but Harry as well." He stated and Ciel sighed but thinking of Harry, he reluctantly nodded.

"Very well."

As the next few months went by, it became apparent that Lucius Malfoy was missing and his home burned. For many months, the ministry had Aurors search diligantky for him but after a while, they had to abandon the search and so when baby Myra Faith was born, her father was presumed dead.

Meanwhile, Sebastian had begun training Ciel and although the young demon was not happy half the time about it, he let his Butler teach him, although, he occasionally seemed to smile whenever he critiqued the older demon.

A/N: I think I must've wrote and rewrote this chapter about a million times and even now I'm still unsure of how good it is so please, review with your thoughts;)

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