...I'm alive, this isn't even 10 pages, so after such a long wait I'm terribly sorry... Happy Christmas.

His Butler- Red

Phantomhive Manor, modern day, evening

Ciel felt exhausted as he accepted his cup of tea from Sebastian. The Order meeting was about to commence and the children were present and demanded not to be left out. Worse, the Malfoys would be leaving the following morning and that left Ciel with only a few who were worth real company. Ciel wondered if Sebastian had spiked his tea with something stronger to help him deal with all this incompetence.

"I will repeat myself, though I am loath to do so, that none of the children are allowed to attend these meetings," Ciel said piercing Dumbledore with his blue eye. The old man's were twinkling.

"Come now, this is merely a preliminary discussion and so it is perfectly reasonable to allow them to remain," said the old meddler. Ciel drank from his cup for several moments.

"I see, that is you opinion; however, I am now handling this ridiculous rebellion and I have my own opinions. Unfortunately, I was hoping you could meet me on this rather simple opinion, but it appears not... Sebastian, have the maids escort the children out, and make sure they don't eavesdrop. This meeting, preliminary or not, is unsuitable to their innocent reality," Ciel said as the maids began escorting the children out. The children, minus the twins, whinged and wailed about it.

"Really, this is unacceptable!" James Potter exclaimed as he stood up.

"I quite agree, they sound as if you spoil them," was Ciel's caustic remark.

"You can't just-"

"This is my lord's home, Lord Potter," Sebastian said from behind the man, making him jump. "As such, he can remove children from rooms if he wishes. as his servants, we live to fulfil his desires."

"Quite, now sit down, Potter, the sooner we finish this the sooner I can finish my work and go to bed," Ciel said bluntly. The children were out of the room and the adults of the order saw a different side from the caustic, cheeky child they had seen thus far. Ciel's lovely face had hardened, and his eye was now cold.

"Make no mistake, I am Her Majesty's Guard Dog. I fix situations that upset her, I end people who cause her misery, and I clean up after the incompetent individuals who fail her," Ciel told them all. "You are in the last category. You lot were supposed to ensure that these sordid rebels were put down, and you failed. Miserably. Not only did the majority of those rebels escape justice, their leader wasn't ensured dead. Now they are back and Her Grace is even more upset because you all were so...Lazy, in your clean up the first time."

"How dare-"

"Do not interrupt me, Potter. As a result of your incompetence and complete disregard for the safety of both sides of Britain, Her Grace has turned to me to finish this. So I shall. Have I made myself clear?"

"Perfectly, Ciel," Dumbledore said. "However, I don't think you quite understand what Tom, known as Voldemort, is capable of."

"Oh, I know exactly what the traitor Tom Marvolo Riddle is capable of," Ciel said and nodded to Sebastian, who produced a scroll.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, alias Lord Voldemort. He was born to Merope Gaunt, and Lord Tom Riddle; his father was under the effects of a love potion and once free from the influence returned to his family. Merope Gaunt died in childbirth at an orphanage in London. During his childhood, Tom Riddle exhibited several disturbing characteristics; including psychopathy and violent actions against his fellow orphans. During his Hogwarts education he released a Basilisk upon the muggleborn students, killing one of them, before framing one Rubeus Hagrid for the crimes. During the summer between his sixth and seventh year he murdered his father, paternal grandparents, step-mother and sibling; he framed his maternal uncle for the murders. Once he graduated he murdered at least three more people, pinning the murders on different individuals each time.

"Once he had gained a large following in the late fifties-early sixties he formed his cult and began committing acts of treason, terrorism and mass rape, murder and torture with this group under his alias Lord Voldemort. From his sixth year to the night 31st of October 1981 he created six different horcruxes. After he was defeated in 1981, he hid primarily in Albania and possessed multiple people. He possessed one wizard, Quinius Quirrell during the summer of 1989 and proceeded to steal the Sorcerer's Stone from Hogwarts, thus regaining his body. Quirrell died after Voldemort regained his body. Since then he has resumed his activities that were halted the night of Halloween in 1981. This concludes the report on Tom Riddle," Sebastian said rolling up the paper.

"Horcruxes, the bugger made horcurxes?!" Moody spat in anger. "Albus you better not have known of this!"

"It matter not at the moment what Dumbledore was or was not aware of concerning Riddle prior to this meeting. I've already have found three and destroyed them. I merely allowed you to hear the report to show you that since I received this assignment, that is what I have learned," Ciel stated and handed his cup of tea over to Sebastian to have it refilled.

"So what do you plan on doing, lad?" Mad-Eye asked. He liked this child, hadn't had the task for more than a month and gathered all the intelligence on the enemy already.

"I have agents searching possible places currently for the others, and they will be destroyed by myself or Sebastian once recovered. For now I am focussing my efforts on decimating Riddle's numbers. That the majority of them are traitors makes this easy."

"How so?" Potter said confused. Ciel stopped before taking a drink of his new cup.

"Oh, it'll mean I can use lethal force. Not that it matters, those found guilty of treason will be summarily executed," Ciel stated and proceeded to drink his tea.

"Come now, m'boy surely that isn't necessary," Dumbledore said. He was pale. This child couldn't be serious about such extreme measures.

"Dumbledore, your 'mercy' allowed traitors to the Crown live for over a decade in freedom. That those who were imprisoned have now escaped shows that this will not end until they have the highest sentence. They will kill their enemies, they've proven not just that but also that they feel no compunction over murdering innocent bystanders. So yes, it is necessary. Not to mention, this method will prevent the same individuals from mounting further treachery."

"Still, to execute them..." Lily Potter said.

"They are traitors, Lady Potter. They must pay for that, and the price is their lives. Now, if you wish to assist in my plans, you may say so now or at any time. Otherwise, I warn you this once, stay out of my way." Ciel said setting his tea down. "Now, I still have work to do, tell the children this if you wish, though I doubt you do. Excuse me and have a good night."

"You said nothing of the Dark Lord," Arthur Weasley said.

"Hm? Oh, him I will deal with once he has little power left. It won't take long, if all goes well this will be over by June at the latest."

"Only Charles can deal with him," Albus said. Ciel turned towards them again.

"Excuse me?" said the little demon.

"There's a prophecy, only Charles can-"

"You think... Oh, yes, that's why you had the Potters give up their other son, Harry. Sorry, I thought you knew," Ciel said with a sickly sweet tone that mocked them with its innocence. "That spoilt child you drag around isn't the one the prophecy mentioned."

"What?" Lily Potter gasped. She was horrified.

"Oh no, see. The power Voldemort gave his 'rival' by marking was in fact accidentally making them a horcrux. Harry Potter was the one marked, as he had a fragment of Riddle's soul," Ciel said with a little smile. "See, I did my research. Don't worry, however, it's already been handled."

"What did you do to my son you bastard!" James shouted and jumped up. Everyone had paled at the young lord's words. They knew what he was implying. Harry had been one of the horcurxes Ciel had already destroyed.

"Please, I hardly did anything," Ciel said in a cold voice. It froze each adult. It really was a pity they didn't understand, that he meant the fragment of Riddle he'd unknowingly been carrying around had been destroyed when he'd been turned into a demon. However, now he could have his revenge on them all, for leaving him with the Dursleys and forgetting him.

"The Dursleys were the ones who killed him. He died a young child, from exposure one winter. It actually was very difficult to find his grave, since he'd been buried without anyone finding out his birth name. They figured he was just another abandoned child of the streets. Records showed if he hadn't died from the cold it would have been starvation. All I did was make sure Riddle's soul wasn't hiding in his corpse," Ciel said with a shrug. "Once I confirmed it was, I destroyed it... To be honest I can't even remember were the poor child was buried. So you see, I merely destroyed the horcrux, you and the Dursleys murdered the child. Now, I really need to finish my work; good night."

With that Ciel left the room to ashen faced adults. He and Sebastian walked to his bedroom in silence. Ciel decided he'd finish work in the morning, having breakfast in his office instead of the dining room.

"That was beautiful, my lord," Sebastian said as he undressed his master. "However, I thought you wished to prolong that particular announcement."

"I thought Dumbledore would hold onto his trump card a bit longer. I suppose that my ruthless methods left him too shocked to keep hold of it," Ciel said as he was laid bare before his servant. His eye patch was on the night table and he allowed his eyes to bleed to their purple and crimson colours. Sebastian had removed his gloves and Ciel couldn't repress the shiver the supple finger pads drew from his sensitive skin.

"Does my touch cause you pleasure, my lord?" Sebastian murmured as he ran his finger tips over his little lord's skin again. He had no trouble admitting he thought his young master attractive and positively delicious in a sexual way. As a demon, Sebastian had no qualms of admitting he'd love to devour his master. The question was what his master wanted. Ciel shivered under his servant's touch and felt his breathing hitch.

"I do, perhaps I shall sleep nude tonight," Ciel said as he studied Sebastian. The young demon couldn't understand it, he shouldn't enjoy Sebastian's soft hands stroking and teasing his skin. He shouldn't be flirting, or enjoying it, with his servant. Yet, here he was, telling Sebastian to put him to bed, naked. It was a subtle invitation to continue the soft touch, and Ciel couldn't find it in him to resist the temptation of it.

"Very well my lord," Sebastian murmured, his own eyes bleeding into a bright red and he teased his hands along his little Ciel's legs and hips. Ciel gasped as Sebastian picked him up and placed him on the bed. The stoking and teasing continued as Sebastian pulled the covers over his lord's naked form. Whose manhood had awoken during the process.

"Go," Ciel said and felt his cheeks flush at the musk in his voice. Sebastian bowed.

"Good night my lord," he said and was gone. Ciel breathed, removing his covers and exposing himself to the room and moved his hand to his member. he stroked it until he felt his completion. He used his nightshirt, laid out on the end of the bed, to clean himself before retrieving his covers and falling asleep.

London, Victorian Era

Red. All he could see now was red, deep and dark accompanied by a whirring horrid metal sound. Madame Red, Auntie as he had once called her-had wished to call her for the first few months after he'd made his deal with Sebastian- was now covered in red. It wasn't ordinary red, though, it was her red, the red inside of her. The other half of Jack the Ripper was using it's scythe to remove all of the red from Madame red, the only family Ciel had left.

There was so much of the colour. In honesty, Ciel hated red, he'd seen too much of it the night his parents died, the nights he'd been tortured and humiliated by those inferior pigs. He continued to see it in his work for the Queen, but even in the worst moments of his life, Ciel had never seen so much red before. It was everywhere, on the cobbles, the brick walls, on him, the Grim Reaper, on his aunt, flowing out of her, and even Sebastian was covered in it. Ciel felt more shock from that than seeing his aunt murdered; his impeccable butler, whose glove always stayed snow white despite anything, were now stained, his dark wool darker with the hot colour.

Ciel felt his knees give out as the red reaper stole his aunt's signature red coat from her not-quite-dead body. The shock of it all gave way to anger, there was too much red, far too much, and the rain wasn't even washing it away. Adding to that, one part of Jack the Ripper was now dead and the other half has leaving. Ciel couldn't even hear what Sebastian was saying, but he must have been saying something because Sebastian was touching him and Sebastian never touched him without saying something.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ciel demanded swatting away the demon's hand. "I ordered you to capture Jack the Ripper!"

It didn't matter that there was too much red, or that Ciel felt one of the few pieces of himself from before die with his aunt. He was the Queen's Guard Dog, he had a duty and a job to fulfil, and damn it he would not fail.

Sebastian was glorious, even injured, when he fought. Ciel thought the same thing he always did when he saw Sebastian battle; Demons shouldn't be graceful, or make something so savage look artful.

…...

"My lord, may I ask why you've brought a red dress?" Sebastian asked as they exited the carriage. Ciel didn't answer but entered the church. He walked up to his aunt, laying in her casket, everything was white as snow. The only red was her hair. That wouldn't do. Ciel hated red, it haunted him, mocked him in his memories of the events that had changed Ciel in ways he hated and refused to regret. However, Madame red had somehow gotten him to enjoy the colour, but only when she wore it. Now, they sought to bury the Madame without her colour.

"White doesn't suit you, dear Madame, you should be draped in purest red," Ciel murmured as he draped the red dress he carried in the coffin. He would forever hate the colour, except in his remembering of the late Madame.