Disclaimer: I do not own nor make money from Harry Potter or Black Butler.
Authors Note: I would like to say I'm sorry to all my readers. I am trying to update all my other stories but will probably end up putting one or two up for adoption. But for now I am hoping this story gets me back into writing. And just so everyone knows this is also a challenge. If you would like to know the details and are interested in taking it please send me a private message.
Chapter one
His uncle sold him.
That was the first thing he could remember. His uncle had sold him to a group of wealthy people for three years he served them in any and every way they wanted. He was their slave. Until He came along; a boy with big innocent eyes that where filled with tears. He knew what the boy was for.
They were going to sacrifice him.
They had tried once to make their slave their sacrifice, but nothing came of it. All that happened was a silver band appearing around his wrist. So they had begun looking for a better little boy. Their little freak was just not good enough for the demon they were trying to summon.
So they had taken the Phantomhive heir, Ciel.
Ciel was thrown in a cage much like the slaves and the kidnappers treated him much the same. They soon took out the young crying heir and laid him onto the sacrificial alter, their slave waiting beside him with naught but a collar around his neck, marking him as a little pet for the demon when he had had his meal of the little blue blood.
And so they began the ritual, calling forth the demon.
The room stilled, no one moved, the silence of the chamber only broken by the screams of pain from the middle of the room.
The slave was the first to notice how Ciels eyes had gone blank. The boy whimpered and took his hand, never noticing when the silver band around his wrist began to transform. It twisted and turned becoming a small chain decorated with small sapphires and connecting to what he would later find out was the symbol of the Phantomhive family. The bottom of the shield forming a delicate flimsy looking chain that snaked up the unknowing boys hand until it reached the base of base of his middle finger where it became an exact replica of the Phantomhive family ring. The blue sapphire in the middle glowing with a brilliant light, unknowingly drawing the demons attention to what was supposed to be his sacrifice.
The slave gasped when he was yanked away by a pair of strong hands.
"What do you think you're doing slave?" the voice hissed, making him cringe at the thought of his coming punishment. He jerked out of the persons hold and fell to the floor, covering his head with his arms, pay no attention to the gasp that resulted when the person saw just what was wrapped around his wrist.
"What is that around your wrist," the snarling voice only made the slave slip deeper into his little cocoon.
The slave waited for the blow he knew was coming only to feel something wet hit his hands and hear the screams that, for once, were not coming from him. He looked up in surprise and saw only blood surrounding him.
It painted the walls a deep shining red. Nothing of the old chamber remained how it was, the flesh of his owners was scattered as though a great beast had torn them to shreds in a fit of rage. He looked around; whimpering as he saw the blood covered every inch of the chamber.
He gasped as his eyes fell on the only thing not covered in blood. The boy they had planned to sacrifice. He was sitting up looking at the room with a look of distain that did not fit on the youth's innocent looking face. It was his eye that got the slaves attention though. It seemed to glow a strange color that seemed to radiate around surround him.
"What shall we do with him, Young Master?" The deadly and dark voice from behind him made the slave jump and spin, falling into a pool of blood, his eyes closing on a reflex, not wanting to see the punishment he was sure was coming.
The slave whimpered again and covered his head as his body shook in silent sobs, revealing the bracelet that had formed.
"Now that is a surprise," the voice muttered as a hand stroked the chains.
"What is it?" Ciel asked, his voice curious and slightly empty.
"It seems," the voice above him purred, "That this boy has been contracted as your slave Young Master."
"What?!"
"What is your name, little slave?" The purring voice had and edge to it as the hand stroking the chains around his wrist tightened and pulled him up out of the blood with such speed it brought a gasp from the boy who still hadn't opened his eyes.
The slave whimpered and slowly opened his eyes, meeting the glowing red of the strange man that now had him dangling in the air by his delicate wrist. He gulped when the man's mean smirk seemed to widen.
"I do believe I asked you a question."
The slave heard a snort from Ciel, "Tell him your name already."
The answer seemed to force its way from the slave's throat at the order.
"Harry Potter."