Chapter Two

"My Lord? Should we not be searching for Harry Potter? You volunteered to search for him. The trial should be beginning now," said Sebastian as he watched his young master drink the Earl Grey tea that he had specifically made for him.

Ciel opened his one eye. "Hmm... there is no rush. The longer it takes to locate him, the more time I have away from those irritable witches and wizards." He placed his tea cup on the small plate gracefully.

"But My Lord. If he does not show up, they will declare him guilty."

Ciel narrowed his eye at his butler. He always had a way of ruining things. "All I have to do is find this Potter person, correct? Who is he anyway? Idiotic I say for not attending his own hearing on time."

"Harry James Potter. On trial for use of underage magic. Though I am amazed that the ministry would put their saviour on trial." Ciel didn't need further explanation. Sebastian had gathered more information on the mission as ordered. Of course most resources that were about this Dark Lord of theirs had links to the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.

Turning around the corner Ciel ran into someone. While the other boy fell, Ciel was promptly caught by Sebastian. Recomposing himself, Ciel felt compelled to glare at the fallen boy. He had unkempt black hair and large circular glasses.

A red headed man was not far away. "Harry! Are you alright?" He helped Harry up.

"Ah... yeah," answered Harry, but his focus was more on the stranger who he collided with.

Harry had seen the boy years younger than himself glare at him. It wasn't his fault they collided! He kinda reminded him of Malfoy. Harry watched the boy gain a scowl. Yep! Definitely could be a Malfoy under a poly juice potion.

"He's Potter?" Ciel couldn't believe everyone put their faith in some scrawny kid. That was bad as leaving his staff in charge of his estate (which was sure to have been destroyed at least once by now). "He's Harry bloody Potter! The one I have to hear constantly about since I first arrive to this derange place."

"Yes, but may I remind you that appearances can be deceiving, My Lord?"

The voice started Harry. It was the time he really took notice of the man. He had the blackest hair and red eyes. Red? And wasn't he just insulted. But they were strange. The boy knew of him-who didn't-but didn't recognize him even with his noticeable scar showing. He also didn't seem very please.

"Ah, I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you two. I'm Arthur Weasley. I work for Misused Muggle Artifacts," he introduced quite friendly.

Harry noticed the tone of authority the boy seemed to have. Who did he think he was? Merlin? The Queen of England? He was simply a kid.

"My name is Ciel Phantomhive." Harry immediately recognized the last name. They were the owners of the Funtom Company who made toys. Dudley got toys from there all the time. Harry finally understood. He was some rich brat. That still didn't explain why he was in a magical community though. "This is my Butler Sebastian Michaelis."

"Pleasure to meet you," said Mr. Weasley.

"Sebastian... What's a muggle?" Ciel was lost. He didn't understand all the magic lingo. Harry and Arthur stared openly at him. It was one of the first things you learn entering the magical community.

"Non magical folk, young master."

"Anyhow I should be thanking you Mr. Potter." There Ciel was being formal again. Harry didn't understand the concept. "You made my job easier. Your trial has been changed to courtroom ten and began... Sebastian!"

"Your trial has started as of five minutes ago." Sebastian gave the require information that his master had wanted.

Without another second passing, Harry and Mr. Weasley ran in the direction of the courtroom.

Ciel watched their retreating figures. "Hopeless."

Sebastian looked down at Ciel who watched the running figures. "If I may ask, what is hopeless?"

"The saviour," mocked Ciel. "He may fight to protect this world, but in the end he will have nothing. He needs to make a decision. Whether to grasp the string and discard all uncertainties and wavering emotions or allow his recklessness to lead him straight to his death."

Sebastian smiled. There was a reason he was his master. His soul is a delectable one. One he is slowly preparing.

I can't make up my mind on who's POV I want to write this story in. I have ideas for both Harry and Ciel. I will come back and revise this in the future, but for now I;m just writing my ideas.