I'm never taking for granted Wi-Fi and a computer again, I'm telling you. These last few weeks have been nightmarish, I've been able to write alright, the problem is I don't have Wi Fi to post what I already wrote. What a drag.

Okay, I gave you all a peek at what happened to the Dursleys after Ciel found Harry, but I didn't elaborate, now I'm going to do so, I don't like leaving loose ends. They come back later to bite me when its most inconvenient. No schedule for updates in the future. I'll just post when its ready, I have a computer and WiFi and that's it.

Finding you had a "full house" so to speak was something Ciel didn't like one bit, but he understood the need of it. It's not like you could allow fugitives to go out in the open. And one of such unwanted guests was paramount to his plans at least for now. Sirius Black was a decently looking man (he had the whole leather and motorcycle recklessness going for him and an ego the size of an island. He really must've been a ladies' man). And Ciel disliked him immediately. This was not head of house materialand certainly he got why Lucius Malfoy didn't go out of his way to help the man, it will surely be a handful and not worth the effort or the stain it will put on his social standing.

But as soon as he saw him, Harry stretched his chubby little arms and gurgled. And Black´s whole holier than thou attitude went out like a snuffed candle and melted in genuine and honest to God longing. But Ciel couldn't allow the reunion until he knew exactly what he was dealing with, so he had to keep them apart, for now.

Sebastian took the baby with just getting a look and it really made him feel guilty when Harry cried, but he needed to talk to Black first before allowing this reunion, and he wasn't in the mood to mince his words.

_ How foolish and reckless can you be to land yourself in prison when you know you have someone who depends entirely on you to look after?

The change in expression was instantaneous, he looked like a rabid dog, red in the face and ready to tear him a new one, if he hadn't jumped right in to start a fist fight it must be because he was holding back for Harry´s sake. Good. He had something to work with, this man wasn't a lost cause.

_ You got me out of prison for this? - he bit out, anger coated every word.

Ciel just arched an eyebrow and gestured for Black to follow him. They won't hold an important conversation in the hallway, he had a study for those things.

…

_ First I want you to tell me what you were doing and how is it that those despicable dunderheaded baboons ended up throwing you up in a prison cell without so much as a preliminary audience. Don't they know proper procedure? Start at the beginning and don't let anything out, if you're lying I'll know and you won't like the results. You'll find I'm not a patient or tolerant man, less of all with stupidity and incompetence. Don´t test me, boy.

They engaged in a stare war for what seemed hours, at the end Sirius was ready to spill and he really didn't want to test this man. Someone powerful enough to pull you out of Azkaban was someone you didn't mess with.

Once Sirius started to talk, Ciel listened without interrupting once as he told him everything. How he had come up with a plan to "protect" Harry and his parents, how they ended up betrayed by their key player and when he went to confront this man, how he faked his death, blew up a street… and long story short, Sirius ended up in Azkaban at the tender mercy of dementors (Ciel wasn't really a fan of the soul leeches either).

_ So, this Peter… He has a way of hiding himself in plain sight? Do you know where to find him? We need to prove your innocence yesterday. Otherwise Harry might be in danger again, and I do not want to see him in the deplorable conditions I found him ever again.

_ What do you mean with "deplorable conditions"? I still don't know why or how you helped us. - Sirius added. Eyeing Ciel with certain caution. Great, second sign the man was worth the effort.

_ Before sharing any information or making you privy to my strategies you need to understand and abide by some basic rules, first: You have to obey me if I insist on something, I'll have my reasons, I'm not unreasonable so I'll explain my reasoning before demanding compliance whenever possible, there might be situations in which you'll have to comply without an immediate explanation. Second: You can no longer be associated with Albus Dumbledore or any of his allies. He is not to be trusted. He is, as a matter of fact, an enemy until proven otherwise. He saw fit to place Harry in a place that almost got him killed and he didn't intercede for you even though you did nothing to deserve such abandonment and you were supposed to be a supporter of his vigilante group. Third: You are to be polite with all my allies, even those you loathe. I won't condone childish antics and rude names being used under my roof. And God help you if you decide to pull any hijinks in my house. Do we have ourselves a deal, Mr. Black?

Sirius Black was looking at him without letting anything out, something you really wouldn't expect with someone like him, but something that satisfied Ciel. This man definitely had potential, that is, if he pulled his act together.

Good, he wouldn't be losing his time. But on the other hand…Gods above he had his work cut out for him.

…

After Ciel Phanthomhive abandoned Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy stayed in the same position for what seemed like hours, Narcisa left him alone on unsteady legs to go and look after Draco and he was grateful for the reprieve; he had to make peace with his choices, as wrong as they apparently were. Where on earth was this man when every pureblood in this land was rotting for Voldemort?

No use to cry over spilt milk, they had sworn allegiance to Phantomhive now and even if Voldemort miraculously came back, he´d cross that bridge when he reached it, if he reached it that is, the other option was… well, they really didn't have a choice.

The nobleman made it clear that he could and would destroy them if they stood in his way; this alliance bought them safety from the storm Ciel Phantomhive intended to rain on every unsuspecting fool.

Lucius didn't know why the man was that angry over things that weren't directly related to him. But nonetheless the man was livid and intended to do something about it. He was powerful, driven and somehow got a hold of the baby that vanquished his former master. He surely had to be a fool or wrong in the head to go against him even if he was only a wizard, but of course, he turned out to be a demon, and not just any demon, an ancient demon.

Demonic entities where some of the most feared creatures that walked this earth and he just had one as a guest… surely other fools would envy him about it. They could have the supposed glory. He just conformed to not end up killed.

Narcisa was still in shock; otherwise by now surely would´ve hexed his bollocks off for being unable to protect the household. Oh man, those Black curses were nasty…

The coffee table in front of him suddenly went up in green flames as if it were a flu call. He jumped backwards in a most undignified manner, open mouthed (he won't admit to it even under torture afterwards)

The flames transformed themselves in a parchment. Apparently Ciel Phantomhive wasn't an idle master and he expected immediate action. Good.

He appreciated anything that might get him out of the house for hours on end and get his mind out of unpleasant possibilities. At least until his wife had calmed down somewhat after this whole affair.

He itched to do something that allowed him to prove himself, to somehow recover control. He didn't even realize when he lost it. Maybe when he decided that Voldemort was the right choice to side with; or when he accepted to bear a mark like some kind of animal.

As he read through the list he felt assured. These tasks were easy enough and shouldn't cause him problems in their execution.

Call him coward, but you really had to be mental if you choose to anger a Black willingly. And depending on which Black you managed to anger, it might very well be the last thing you did. If Ciel Phantomhive really was somehow related to the Black family, Lucius pitied the poor bastard that angered the demon to this extends.

They surely will face doom. And Lucius was absurdly glad he wasn't included on that list of people Sir Phantomhive wanted to destroy.

…

Sebastian was overjoyed at having so many things to do. Boredom wasn't something figuring on his books now, he had a list of chores that any other butler might find never-ending and that's how he liked it. After breaking those two out of prison he was asked to check up Harry´s relatives and to spy on Dumbledore to see if he could find something useful. As demons they could sneak in anywhere. No barrier could keep them out. His master had his work cut out for him and Sebastian was enjoying every second of it. Ciel hated socializing and he loved his privacy. He´d softened a little around the edges for Harry´s sake. He loved to play with the baby and make faces at him whenever he felt no one was watching (Sebastian was always watching).

Going to Privet Drive and torturing the woman had been fun. She looked disheveled and had bags under her eyes, a little jumpy and easily startled, she was a wretch and they hadn't even pulled their best. He was disappointed. But nonetheless he followed the woman as she went about her business. Managing to sneak some disturbing illusions along the way. All of them featuring twisted half death versions of Harry or his mother going for her.

Her meatball of a son was spared from most of it. But he really couldn't do much for the toddler. Dudley could feel his mother´s emotions and the only way they could spare the toddler entirely would be if they let up their actions and that wasn't an option. He had his orders. They had to make her break. When she snapped like a twig they had to take their chance.

Sebastian had to keep an eye on the woman and also anything suspicious about the neighborhood and neighbors, they needed to control this place so they won't be facing surprises until they were prepared to deal with anything. His master won't have it any other way, Ciel Phantomhive didn't lose. End of the deal.

He soon noticed an old lady with a lot of cats. He loved cats and she had lots of them so it was natural she gained his attention, someone who could appreciate the perfection of cats was a kindred soul; at first he thought it was the cats that got his attention and berated himself for his lack of professionalism, but them he realized it… she was thirsty for knowledge of anything she could catch from the inhabitants of number 4 and she always looked intently whenever the door opened and she happened to be outside her own home and she also made excuses to exchange small pleasantries with Petunia to the point of being perceived as a stalker by the giraffe necked woman or anyone who happened to see them. And finally, the old lady asked about the babies in plural and Sebastian pegged her as someone that had an interest. And the only thing worthy of attention and careful vigilance in that house had been Harry.

She had to be connected to whoever placed Harry here at the tender mercies of his relatives. His master wanted to dish out punishment and doom on them, every single one of them.

He had one, well. He could find clues at her house.

And… that he did, she had some letters to send apparently. To one Albus Dumbledore, another of his targets, the main one at that.

His decision made after finding everything he wanted from Privet Drive, he decided to go for Dumbledore, Hogwarts was a place that he genuinely wanted to see. Any ancient source of raw magical power was something worthy of seeing even for demons.

Tailing Dumbledore for a whole day was killing Sebastian of boredom almost as much as his days at the mansion when he had nothing to do; he really liked Hogwarts thought, there were cats everywhere and everything felt alive, magic could do that.

Dumbledore in Hogwarts was really uninteresting in the outside but relatively disgusting in the inside. He looked at people like chess pieces and weighed their worth based on their house and connections. Sebastian could listen to every thought that came to be behind those twinkly eyes.

He looked like he was waiting for something…

Late at night when Sebastian just resigned himself to go back to Phantomhive manor to start dinner preparations and set everything for the following day, something happened.

Dumbledore made his way to the castle grounds hastily and someone was waiting, a man dressed in black with greasy hear and a hooked nose.

Their conversation was interesting. Revealing even.

Sebastian followed this Severus Snape to his home, made sure it was really his home and then left for Phantomhive Manor, it had been a productive day and his master was bound to be pleased. He had something he could use, intel on one of their enemies and a possible ally.

…

Ciel was ready to crack Sirius´ skull open and see what the hell he had inside it.

The man was impossible, Ciel won't label him a lost cause because he did have motivation, he´d do anything for Harry, that much was obvious just looking at him with the baby. But that could be part of the problem, you see. It was like having two kids rather than one. Harry was a toddler and he really didn't hope anything from him aside of his being happy and healthy. But Black… he really was a handful and kept testing the noblemen limits. He at least remembered his manners and all his training that he must´ve received in his childhood as an heir… but he clearly wasn't happy having to reminisce on it. It was obvious he hated it all.

What Ciel didn't expect was for him to act out like a deranged.

And then he turned into this humungous dog and started running after a quickly crawling Harry and… chaos ensued.

Sebastian won't be pleased. But Ciel couldn't bring himself to stop them. Harry giggled as much as he crawled after this big black dog that made a mess out of their expensive carpet and left balls of black fur everywhere. Even so, Ciel wasn't heartless enough to get in the way of this reunion so necessary for them. But hell, Black was helping with cleanup afterwards or else… with all of this racket he couldn't focus on his planning and… he didn't trust Black enough to leave him alone with a baby despite his protest and indignation. They compromised in allowing this play time under supervision. Ciel tried to read on his law and genealogy books while Sirius played with Harry and even if the noise was a little too much at some point Ciel didn't tell him to try and keep it down.

Damn it, he really was getting soft, wasn't he?

Hell, Sebastian won't let this go. He took every chance he could get to tease him.

…

Petunia Dursley dreaded to go and fetch her nephew from the cupboard underneath the stairs where Vernon threw him. She'd been having nightmares all night long. Lily featured in some of them baying for her blood and screeching like a banshee at the top of her lungs. Yes, she could picture that happening, alright.

It was something completely different when you were a mother defending your son. Lily really didn't care what she and Vernon thought of her and her husband, but shed really want to give them a piece of her mind and shed be just too happy to main if not kill them for this. She knew it and tried to forget it whenever they did something her deceased sister wouldn't like; she tried and kept trying to silence the voice at the back of her head.

Getting landed with one freak at her own house was something she never wanted in the first place. But the baby had been in the cupboard for hours and he really didn't look well when she left him lying on the wooden floor, she really didn't think they could get away scot free if something happened to H… the little freak.

So she unlocked the door…

She barely held in a scream. The little body was facing the ground, unmoving and lying in filth. No sign of the slight rise and fall of his back. She panicked.

When she jumped to grab the baby… something that seemed straight out of a horror movie happened. the baby´s head gave a whole turn and she found herself staring at it transfixed and horrified. It was against all nature laws and it still happened. This just affirmed their beliefs, baby or not this was a freak… a monster.

It wasn't over yet. The little mouth opened and a foul smell came out of it in a cloud of green smoke landing on her face.

Her wail woke up everyone in the house. Dudley´s cries could be heard on the second floor and Vernon´s steps made dirt fall on top of her head.

He´s coming soon, and for your sake, you better do what you're told. Or else.

When Vernon made it to the cupboard and dragged Petunia out… cursing all the while and asking what happened. there was no body or even filth. All vanished.

Just a hysteric Petunia. That didn't dare to share what she had seen and didn't know what to tell her husband when he asked about the freak. She had lost her ability to speak.