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Epilogue: Until the day that lies become truth.

He breathed in deeply the unmistakeable smell of home and smiled – it felt good to be back, in the familiar place with the familiar problems…

'Professor Dumbledore assured me that only a week has passed since we disappeared,' he said to the butler walking right behind him with a small suitcase. He didn't bring back many things, he didn't want any physical memories of his time in Hogwarts – the ones in his head were enough and it was not as though he would have the time to forget them. Dumbledore also assured them that they aged only that one week that passed in their reality, though how that transpired Ciel had no idea.

'That should be alright,' the butler replied and Ciel could hear the relief in his voice, probably because they were back. Truthfully, in the end he was afraid the headmaster of Hogwarts would want to keep them and they would have to search for their own way back but after he threatened to unleash Sebastian upon the wizarding world, the old man relented. His butler has left quite an impression after dealing with the Deatheaters like he had. He wondered privately if it was as easy as Sebastian made it sound, but he knew the demon would never admit having problems fulfilling any of his master's wishes.

'Young Master! You're back from the trip!' Finny the gardener said, running up to them with a huge grin.

'Hello Finny,' he said, his good mood keeping up for the moment. He sincerely hoped there were no ruined parts of the manor nor blackened food waiting inside and as far as he could see, the gardens were quite alright.

'It's so nice to have you back, I'll tell May Linn and Bard!' He said and ran off.

'Well, it seems that not much have changed,' Sebastian commented dryly but Ciel still heard the relief in his voice – the demon was happy to be back.

'Indeed,' he agreed, making sure to not smile too much. 'We should get back to work, we wasted a whole week!' he added.

'Young Master learned quite a lot during the two years in Hogwarts, so I think we can take today afternoon off and simply settle back in. I'll prepare a tea momentarily and a light lunch later, unless Bard made something that's actually edible.'

'I wouldn't put my hopes up,' Ciel muttered, but greeted the chef and the maid politely and somewhat happily. After those creepy house elves he would not exchange his familiar servants for anybody. Even Tanaka came to greet him, announcing that nothing happened during the week that the Young Master and Sebastian were travelling.

Ciel thanked them all for keeping the house and went to his study, to put order in things that needed to be ordered. Sebastian went to prepare the tea, as he promised, and Ciel decided to wait for him and ask where he thinks was the best place to store a wand. It was impossible to bring too many material things so long backwards, but apparently wands were exceptions and he wasn't exactly prepared to throw his out. Even if he never planned to use it.

Knocking on the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he told Sebastian to come in. The butler opened the door and entered the study together with a scent of a good tea. He announced the tea as he poured it and handed it to Ciel.

'I see you didn't let go of the wand,' he noted, nodding towards the object on the desk. 'You shouldn't keep it like that, in plain view.'

'I know. I've been wondering if it's any use keeping it close,' he replied and took a sip of the tea.

'Are you asking me, Young Master?'

'Yes, I'm asking you, butler,' he said with slight irritation. Sebastian smirked.

'I don't think the Young Master needs the protection it offers and the use of it might attract unwanted attention.' Ciel nodded – he was thinking similar thoughts.

'Put it away somewhere,' he said and the butler took the wand.

'It seems that not much happened during that week,' Sebastian said and gave him a small stack of newspapers. 'I skimmed through them to see if there was anything that required immediate attention, but there seems to be no such thing.'

'Good, I would hate to miss anything important.' He gave the empty cup to the butler who understood his correctly and poured some more. They really knew each other too well.

'Can I ask a question?' Sebastian asked, giving him back the cup. He put it on the desk and looked at his butler.

'Ask.'

'In the archives Draco Malfoy gave you – why didn't you check the date of your death?' He smiled slightly at the question and leaned back in his armchair.

'I know by the reactions of Potter and his friends that it will be soon, I don't need to know more,' he paused and looked at his hands, at the cursed ring of Phantomhive family. He would be the last one to wear it. 'If I knew the exact date, maybe I would make some mistakes, maybe it's so soon that I'd grow impatient?'

'Impatient about what?'

'Impatient that I have no clue and I apparently have only a month to solve it or something like that. No, I don't want that kind of pressure on myself. We have all the time in the world to solve it, don't we?' Sebastian smirked. 'As you suggested, I shall take today's afternoon off, but tomorrow we need to investigate the contacts of the Durless family. I don't want any surprises from wizards or the like.'

'Yes, my Lord.'

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Draco stared at the man in front of him, the words that he just heard not quite sinking in. Still, he took the envelope that has long not been white anymore, it's wax seal ancient. At least in Draco's eyes. He has just graduated from Hogwarts with grades good enough for his status. He was going to marry a pretty, pure blood witch that his father found for him ten years ago and together they will lead the Malfoy family on the new but not too revolutionary path. There was still a dull ache in his heart, every time he thought about his father and his untimely death, but he's gotten used to it and could withstand it. He knew that his mother was likely to fall apart on his wedding next week, like she did nearly every time that his father's name was mentioned or in a situation where she wished he was with her. However, for the moment he forced himself to focus on the man in front of him.

'What is it again?' he asked, turning the envelope in his hand.

'A letter obviously,' the man replied with the tone suggesting impatience.

'Who from? Why was it not delivered by owl?' he asked sharply, almost dropping the innocent piece of paper – if that was some sort of a curse…

'It has been entrusted to our bank to be personally delivered to Mr. Draco Malfoy, upon his return from Hogwarts,' the man said. So whoever sent it was a wizard – but obviously – what muggle would seal an envelope with wax, really…

'Entrusted by whom?'

'We don't know, but we tested it thoroughly and it's just paper, ink and wax – there's no evil curses or traps,' the man explained patiently.

'Alright, I'll take it. But if it's some sort of a sick joke I'll make you pay dearly!' Draco threatened but the man just bowed deeply, saying that it was not a joke and left. Draco closed the door and went to his study. He wanted to throw the letter on the desk and forget about it, but something stopped his hand.

He looked again at the seal, wondering where he had seen such a crest before. With a sigh, he opened the top of the envelope and pulled out the pages covered with elegant writing.

Dear Draco,

I hope you still remember me, even though some years must have passed for you as well. I guess you don't care but I got back safely and I was able to reassume my search for revenge. No, revenge is not the right word – I was able to find the culprit behind the deaths of my parents. You will never believe me, so I won't tell you and besides that's not why I'm writing.

There was only one possibility, but he couldn't quite believe it. He glanced at the signature – Earl Ciel Phantomhive, and he sat down heavily. Of course he remembered the one-eyed boy and his demon butler – they were in his nightmares about the death of his father but they were also in the good memories from his fifth year at Hogwarts. It wasn't often that he met intelligent people who were willing to chat with him, much less actually beat him in chess like Ciel would. He put the letter away and moved to pour himself some Fire Whiskey. He wasn't sure how Ciel managed to send him that letter through the years that separated them, but he was going to read it now and he felt he might need some whiskey.

As you might have guessed I have avenged my parents and brought hell upon those who pushed me into living hell and now my life is running towards it's end. Sebastian is waiting till I write my good byes for those I deem worthy, so that he can deliver them and then take my soul. Maybe I'm being a coward now and trying to prolong my life by few moments, but I don't really regret my choices. Now that my mission is complete I don't see the reason to live on.

Those were such a harsh words to write, but they fitted Ciel perfectly. He was always curious about what happened to make him so serious and grown up, but Ciel never wanted to discuss that.

You didn't realize but I had Sebastian investigate you – I needed to know who I'm dealing with. So now I think it's only fair to answer the questions you had.

With heavy heart, Draco read about the hell his friend has been through and thought that he had it easy after all. At least in some aspects.

I'm not sure why I'm telling you all that, maybe I need to share it with somebody in the end. I cannot tell anybody here because that would possibly end in some history books and that's the last thing I wish for the Phantomhive family. What I know is that I'm writing to you because, while I didn't know you well, I know we would have become friends and furthermore, I feel guilty for being the one to murder your father. I remember what you said the other evening but I came to realize that everybody leaves somebody behind. I cannot honestly say that I regret killing the ones that sullied my name, but I do regret that it means leaving broken-hearted people behind.

He also remembered, and he knew he did not really blame Ciel. The examination of his father's wand shed light on the imprisonment of Ciel and Hermione, too much light for Draco's comfort. Hermione Granger suffered from the attention that was given her afterwards and Draco was happy that Ciel could avoid it. Furthermore, Dumbledore decided to leave no proof of the extraordinary guest that Hogwarts had and even before Draco graduated there has been rumours of a one-eyed boy and a demon butler that he knew would grow to be one of the legends or maybe myths of the castle. He thought it unfair to those who saved the "good" wizarding world, but he had nothing to say as the remnant of the dark side and Harry Potter somehow got all the glory in the end.

Though – I hope you're not broken-hearted anymore when you read this letter. Humans have the power to get through anything if they are willing to try. I want to believe that you got over that incident and what other people say about your family. I will never know, of course because even if I have an immortal soul now, I won't have it much longer. I can therefore believe whatever I want and I believe that you take the right choices and make your father proud as the head of the Malfoy family.

Draco snorted. Of course his family's reputation hasn't changed, even though the Dark Lord was dead for two years and all the leftovers of his organization were wiped clean. He managed to prove that neither his mother nor himself had any real ties to the dark world, besides the obvious – his father. And since Lucius Malfoy was dead (and Draco didn't really want to remember the state of his corpse), Narcissa and Draco managed to escape punishment. Some, like the Weasleys, were obviously not too happy about that, however, and they spread rumours and dislike and Draco knew it wouldn't be easy to restore the status of his family. He already felt the burden at school and now that he was going to officially start his duties, it tripled.

However, Ciel managed and he was even younger – Draco thought suddenly that he wouldn't want to disappoint his friend.

Sebastian will put this letter in your wizarding bank, the one that still exists in your times. Yes – I did some investigation of the wizarding world and in the end it maybe helped me a bit with my mission. Now I have enough contacts to put that letter in a safe box. Sebastian will instruct them to deliver it to you upon your graduation from Hogwarts and though I have no means of verifying if it happens, I hope it does.

Farewell, my friend.

Earl Ciel Phantomhive

Draco closed his eyes, trying to take in the reality and then he laughed. That kid! That kid was so resourceful, he seriously couldn't be any worse. He carefully put the letter back in the envelope and put it in the locked drawer in which he kept the most precious things. If he would loose his will to succeed one day, he'd read it again and, just to not be worse – he would manage.

'Farewell… my friend…'

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