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"How interesting."

Sebastian murmured as he tucked the unconscious Harry firmly underneath his arm, "Are you sure you want to do nothing?" He asked the Undertaker with a sly voice, ready for a fight if need be.

"Nay," The Undertaker looked rather amused at the question, "If the lad stays here, I'm sure ye would never leave me alone."

"That's true," Sebastian conceded, "I must do as my Young Lord commands." With that, he turned and intended to leave the shop swiftly.

However, one would not let him leave so easily.

"Right," Sebastian glanced down with a frown, feeling something sharp dig into the leg of his pants, "About you now..." His red eyes were completely full of contempt as Padfoot's fangs dug in deeper, "The Young Master never said anything about you."

Padfoot backed away, barking a few times to in order to get his challenge across. There was no way he would let this man just take his Godson away without a fight.

And he was more than willing to die for Harry.

"I see," Sebastian said darkly, understanding what the familiar was willing to do for his master, "For your supreme loyalty, I'll make sure your death is quick and painless."

"C-Confringo."

Sebastian moved on instincts when his pants caught on fire by throwing Harry away from himself and immediately putting out the flames.

Padfoot whined as Harry slowly got up from his thrown position, despite how much his body was in pain, "Y-yeah, let's go."

"What a bother." Sebastian sighed when Harry and Padfoot quickly moved out of his sight, probably intending on escaping through the back door.

"Let the boy escape."

The demon servant stopped at the sound of the Undertaker's voice and looked at him with a raised brow, "Why?"

"Even ye may find ye self in trouble if you back the lad into a desperate corner," The Undertaker advised with his usual creepy grin, "After all, the boy is the ultimate Master of Death."

Sebastian frowned, but could see the point made by the Undertaker. He did not intend to die before he could taste Ciel's delectable soul, even if it meant he had to 'disobey' one if his orders, 'What the Young Lord does not know...' He thought with furrowed brows.

'You are a lucky one tonight, Harry Potter.'