I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR BLACK BUTLER. THERE IS NO PROFIT BEING MADE FROM THIS. THIS IS AN AU. THERE WILL BE DIFFERENCES IN CHARACTERS, PLACES, ACTION, STORY LINE, ETC.

Alice Potter was believed to be a trouble maker, a freak and very odd. She was not. She only allowed herself to be seen as that. Alice Potter knew that she was special, even at age eight. She was very intelligent. She had started learning Latin, French and German at age six and was through most of her lessons in all of them. She had a near eidetic memory and was through subjects in the primary education, starting in subjects in secondary education including an extensive research in the different math types, sciences, English, histories (of the world, she had finished British history half a year ago), cooking skills (from around the world), anatomy, physiology and fencing. She had also gotten a music teacher to teach her violin and harp. That, however, did not include the numerous other subjects that she covered about magic and mythology.

She had heard Petunia call her a witch various times when she was younger in whispered tones and decided if the woman called her that, there must be some meaning behind it. Therefor she had searched up everything she could on the occult. Runes, gods and goddesses, magical beings and creatures, spells, potions and rituals. Most of the things she found were false except for the runes, Wiccan gods and goddesses and various rituals and magical beings/creatures. Alice almost didn't believe in the existence of magic if it weren't for Petunia. The woman had given her a shaved head and nearly sent her to school. The only reason she wasn't laughed at was because the next morning, before school, she and the rest of the household woke to find her hair longer, blacker, and more vibrant than before. Afterwards, Alice believed in it whole heartedly.

She memorized all types of runes, spells and rituals, studying them with a fevered fascination. She studied the Wiccan gods and goddesses with passion. But she found one that enchanted her like no other, one that was universally feared: Death. It drew her closer, tempting her subtly. Alice had no idea why it did so, just that it did. Death and Blood Magic, things labeled as 'black' rituals and celebrations. She was enchanted. One day, in an older bookshop, she found something almost singing to her. It was a set of books with no cover, no labels or titles. They didn't even have a price marker on them. No one else seemed to see them either, not even when she placed them right in front of the salesperson along with three other books. With earned money from helping out the younger kids with their homework and studies, Alice paid for her three books, taking with her, invisibly, the other set.

When she snuck back into the Dursleys' house to her cupboard, she was caught by Vernon. Barely managing to slip past her 'uncle' and hide her books in her cupboard, she waited in hatred as he yanked off his belt and the punishment began for 'sneaking around like a mangy mutt'. She was beaten over and over, the leather creating sharp welts that made her wince and flinch. Once it was over, Alice could hardly move her back or legs properly. She was tossed into her cupboard hard. Alice grit her teeth and imagined the pain fading away. It did slowly. Alice pulled the light on and pushed aside her paid-for books and looked at the others. They had no markings and were made from old parchment and leather.

Opening the first book, Alice blinked in disappointment as the pages were blank. But glancing at her books on Blood Magic, she slit her finger with a sharp - and clean - pocketknife and let her blood drip on the page. The blood seemed to freeze where it dripped and then suddenly moved. It created a shape that only a single of her oldest and ragged books had mentioned in passing; Death's Symbol. It was the symbol of the three brothers chosen by Death to each carry an object that would allow them power, resurrection of the dead or complete invisibility. Eyes wide, she watched as the book began writing things out. When it was finished, Alice was both furious and white as a ghost.

Mother: Lily (Originally: Denali) (Adopted by: Evans) (Married to: Potter) [Death Chosen, Summoner, Blood Enchantress, Bloodline of Death's Priestesses, Seal Creator, Contracted to Demon Arelius Sateni Metibus for brief duration]

Father: James Kyros (Originally: Potter) (Adopted by: None) (Married to: Evans - female) [Death Chosen, Ritualist, Bloodline of Blackblood Alliance Shifters]

Siblings: None

Other Family: Marcus Denali (uncle) - deceased, Maya Denali (aunt), Sirius Black (Godfather) - in Azkaban Prison, Jason Blackblood (cousin) - Unspeakable, Arthur Craven (part of the Phantomhive family) - deceased, Undertaker (Godfather and Blood Adopted) - Grim Reaper, Ciel Phantomhive (Blood/Magic Adopted) - demon

Titles: Death Chosen, Lady Griffindor, Lady Slytherin, Lady Ravenclaw, Lady Peverell, Lady Potter, Lady Blackblood, Lady Heartswood, Lady Phantomhive, Heir to Black Family, Heir to Undertaker Family

Abilities: Death Chosen, Natural Summoner, Natural Blood Enchantress, Bloodline of Death's Priestesses, Natural Seal Creator, Natural Ritualist, Natural Bloodline of Blackblood Alliance Shifters, Natural Wandless Magic, Natural Demonic and Grim Reaper Arts, Natural Parseltongue, Natural Parselmagic, Animagus, Natural Metamorphmagus, Natural Occlumency.

Vaults: Griffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Peverell, Potter, Blackblood, Heartswood, Phantomhive, Black Family Trust Vault, Undertaker Family Trust Vault

Alice was very, very upset. I have family! Real family! And I get stuck with these pigs?! To say that she was quite pissed was an understatement. She had seen their titles - Grim Reaper, Demon, etc. She didn't care. Just about anywhere was better than the hellhole she was in now. Suddenly, the book began to smoke and blacken on the next pages over. She dropped the book wearily, but then used a finger to slowly flip the pages. She was shocked at what was written.

I am a book embedded with magic to ensure the wellbeing of the writer. What is the matter, Alice Potter, daughter of Lily Denali?

Startled, she stared suspiciously at the book. She'd read that things like these were usually not books, but spirits trapped inside to trick others. Suspiciously, she sighed. What if the book can help me get out and it actually helps me? But what if it's not? Glaring at it in annoyance, Alice decided that if it needed to take anybody's soul, she could probably guide it to the Dursleys'. And what ever Death Chosen meant, it probably would keep things - hopefully - from trying to eat her or something crazy like that. So Alice took up a pencil and wrote back.

I am trapped in a cupboard by my adopted relatives, the Dursleys', in which Petunia Evans married Vernon Dursley. They abuse me mentally, emotionally and sometimes physically. I just found out that I have more relatives than these pathetic people and I wonder why I was sent to them when I at least have an aunt who is alive, never mind several godfathers and a cousin. I never knew magic existed until two years ago and I learned about magic and runes and ritual and things all on my own. I did not know I had a magical inheritance until your pages showed me. I want to leave this place and never return, but I am trapped here. How do I get someone to help me?

For a few minutes, the book didn't answer. Then, it slowly began writing back.

I am sorry for your plight, daughter of Lily. I might be able to help you. Your ancestors, at least one of them, used this book. They also knew about demons and Grim Reapers. I might be able to replicate the seal used to call one or both, but it will take a while. At least half a month and then you must spill some blood for the ritual.

Alice perked up. It was more than she could hope for. To be free of these pigs and trash and just away from this place...a miracle. Thank the Goddess! She felt something well up in her chest and it was something she had never felt before, but read about. She remembered it from Pandora's story. Hope, the last in the box. But there was something else. She wanted to know about the 'new' magical world that she had entered.

Could you tell me about the Grim Reapers and demons and anything else of the sort that is useful that you know about when and if you're not trying to replicate the seal?

She wrote swiftly, always hungry for more knowledge. The book replied with a yes and she grinned wildly. This was the first step to the Dursleys' undoing.