Meanwhile

"Minerva, are you sure?" an old, intelligent wizard asked a tight lipped professor.

"Yes, I am sure headmaster, Harry Potter is alive. His letter was sent this morning" Professor McGonagall said trying to convince Dumbledore that the small boy destined to save the world, was among the living. "And do you know what I find interesting? The fact that two seconds later another letter was sent, to a letter to a Mr Harry Sutcliff to the same address. Kind of conspicuous, don't you think headmaster?"

"Out of mere curiosity Minerva, what address was it? And do you know who lives there?" Albus questioned McGonagall.

"The address is the 4th room, 4 bay leaf way, Somerset, and we had a look, seeing Mr H Sutcliff is a supposed muggleborn, he lives with his father who seems to know a little about magic, but harry seems to call him his mother for a strange reason."

"Well this will be interesting." Dumbledore spoke aloud.

"Harry sweetie, what does it say?" Grell asked.

"Oh it's another letter from that school, but now addressed to Mr H Sutcliff. So what does that mean?" Harry announced feeling somewhat confused.

"It means that harry Sutcliff and harry potter are classed as two people, Mr pott-" William tried to explain until Harry butted in and said

"It's Mr Sutcliff or Harry never potter. Ugh it's such an ugly common name, just like my first one, not beautiful at all. . ." Harry then trailed off.

"As for getting your supplies we are going to have to visit the undertaker, he'll probably know where to get them." William continued.

"WHAT! My sons not going to see that man! He may be hot hot hot but I'll never forgive him for those awful face injuries!" Grell screeched.

"Grell, we are going to have to go to the undertaker. We don't know where to get any wizarding stuff from and before you suggest we go to the wizarding squad I'll remind you that we can't because it can't go further than us!"

"*Sigh* Ok, Will I'll go if only for Harry's sake."

"So when are we going?" Harry asked. Both William and Grell looked around to him just remembering he was there.

"Now. Go pack, we'll then go to London and get a hotel. Hopefully we'll be able to go and see him tomorrow." William decided walking out. "I'm going to my place to grab a few things. Grell do not take 3 hours packing."

Hearing the front door close Harry instantly turned to his mum.

"So, mum, I'm a wizard then?" harry whispered the realisation crashing down on him.

"Yes sweetie, you are and I'm sure you'll be the best one at that school too!" Grell tried to assure him. "Anyway we better pack, including the stuff you want to take to school, before Will gets back." Walking out the door and to his own room Grell couldn't help feel a bit useless ' I don't know what that's school or even worlds like. I hope my dear little red cherry's will be ok. . . Ughh Grell you need to woman up because you know he's gonna be fine. If anything you should be worried for his classmates!'

Meanwhile ' Ughh how in the world am I gonna fit these dolls in safely! . . . I wonder if this HOGWARTS place has metal detectors, I hope not. What kind of magic will it be? Will it be like pixies and unicorns or maybe like pentagrams and incantations? Who knows? Maybe this undertaker person knows? I wonder if he's handsome or not? Hmmm, now how am I going to get my shoes in? All well guess this means another suitcase!'

By 7:30pm they were ready... ish.

"Harry, you're not taking seven suitcases, three should do!" Grell snapped in disbelieve 'even I know seven's too many!'

"but I need all of this the red one got shoes in it, the red and black one got dolls, the red and pink one got clothes, the dark red one got make up and undergarments, the red and gold one got doll accessories, the red polka dot one got hair accessories and curling tongs, hair dryer and Straighteners and the pink one got umm things in it plus extra room for school stuff."

"I still don't think you need to take your entire wardrobe."

William was just standing on side-lines in shock 'and I thought Grell was bad, his son's even worse when it comes to packing.' when everything calmed down Harry still had his seven suitcases and Grell was sulking. 'Will's never let me take more than three suitcases. So why's he letting Harry!' He angrily thought walking to the taxi Will had hired to take them to the train station.

By the time they actually got to London though it was way too late to go see undertaker. They decided to get to a hotel and then visit tomorrow.

Getting up the next morning was difficult for everyone, first Harry couldn't find his curling tongs, then Grell tried killing someone after they flirted with his dear William and even William was affected, he ended up forgetting to pack trousers and had to borrow Grell's, after Grell's excitement with William turning up at his door in his boxers of course. By the time they got to the undertaker's shop it was already 12:30pm.

Walking up to the shop Harry was confused by his mum's reluctance to go.' sure he hit her in the face but Will seems to do that all the time. I believe he even stabbed her in the face once.'

Walking into the creepy shop Quietly, Harry looked around. It's his kind of place he decided, admiring the crosses and skulls.

*Creak Creak Creak*

Everyone looked around at the black coffin it was coming from.

*BANG*

The lid of the coffin slammed open making everyone jump, but the strange, sliver haired man, currently getting out of the cross adorned coffin. Standing up and then looking around to them, he smiled.

"Hello William, Grell, and who might you be? ~" the heavily layered man greeted, gesturing to each one of them in turn.

"I'm-" Harry started

"He's Harry, my beautiful son and you face murderer, will stay as far away as possible." Grell introduced as Harry glared at him, as he hated to be talked over.

"Ahh Harry, it wouldn't be Harry potter by any chance! Hehehe!" undertaker chuckled happily. Ignoring Grell's previous comment, he then walked over to Harry and started to inspect him. "Yes, yes you do look like they describe you to be like. Well physically, otherwise you're just like Mr Sutcliff Here!"

"Thank you!" harry chirped, who likes being compared to his mother, seeing that in his eyes 'she' is one of the most fabulous people in the world. Yet he was curious, so Harry continued "but how do you know my name, the one which will forever haunt me with its ugliness?"

"Yes, that is fairly curious." William stated, monotonously of course.

"Well I guess you're here for information on the wizarding world then? Very interesting place that is but as you know my services aren't for free! ~" undertaker quickly deduced.

"*sigh* and the challenge begins then." William said irritably.

"Challenge? What challenge?" harry asked, feeling more confused than ever before.

"When the traitor said to pay him, he means in jokes that make him laugh, which is the most difficult thing to do in the world!" Grell explained to harry who now was much less confused, thinking the silver headed man a bit mad, but no longer confused anyways.

For an hour and a half, Grell and William tried to make undertaker laugh, until I got to a point where they'd thought of giving up.

"Hmm why doesn't Harry have a go? I mean he can't be worse than you two." Undertaker suggested, with an un-amused expression. So harry thought how to make the undertaker laugh and ended up getting it right first time round, with a horrific, creepy kind of joke. Of course it resulted with the gothic sign falling down creating a loud crash.

"Wow, cherry, you know his type of humour!" Grell praised Harry, because let's be honest it's quite a feat to make him laugh. Then swishing his head around to Undertaker he snapped "Now will you tell us?"

"HE HE HE HA HA HA HA HA aha aha ha! Yes, I'll tell you now. He he. The wizarding world is full of witches and wizards, which range from muggleborns to supposed purebloods. To open their magical core they use wands and potions, among other things. They charm everything insight, oh, and there world is heavily split into dark types and light types. Any questions?"

"Yes! What are Muggleborns and do you know anything about a school called Hogwarts? What's the difference between light and dark types? Do you know?" Harry bombarded the undertaker.

"Of course! He he! A muggle is a non-magical person, so a muggleborn is a witch or wizard that born from two muggles, a halfblood is born from a muggle and a witch or wizard and a pureblood is born from having two magical parents. A light magical human Hate anything to do with dark magic, which usually involves some blood or sacrifice to do. A dark magical human uses dark magic which is usually forbidden since the ministry is filled with unfit light idiots. Then of course Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a school to train witches and wizards from ages 11 up and has 4 houses Gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and slytherin. Gryffindor's are brave and reckless and there colours are red and gold, hufflepuff's are loyal and easy to push around and colours are black and yellow, ravenclaw's are bookworms and traditional, colours are Bronze and blue and then there are slytherin's who are mainly pure blooded and sly, colours being, green and silver." Undertaker cheerfully explained.

"I'm soo going to be in Gryffindor, I mean its reprehensive colour is the most beautiful colour in the world, the glamorous red!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"I'm sure you will sweetie! Just don't become all reckless like HE described them ok? Or mummy dearest is gonna worry." Grell Encouraged.

"I won't let them influence me, mother dearest!" harry consoled his mother.

"Where can you get wizarding supplies?" William asked undertaker whilst Harry and Grell's dramatic performance was going on.

Undertaker replied "There's one place in London actually, I'll escort you, Called Diagon alley!"

A/N: Hi, so here it is! 1,757 words (excluding A/N) of harry potter/kuroshitsuji hybridness. Comments appreciated. Oh and for death note readers I've started a death note/harry potter story called Harry Potter and his new world so please check it out.