Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Kuroshitsuji.


I know I have been updating this story regularly, but for the coming few weeks until the school holidays in December, I would probably update a chapter every few days. This is due to the upcoming exams and the rollover period (Australians would probably know of this better), and I am writing these chapters as a stress relief in between studying for the exams. I'll still update it once every few days or as soon as I can, don't worry.


Anyway, as I like the plot of Kuroshitsuji the way it is, there will not be major changes occurring to the canon, although some characters may be taken out to fit the mixing of the anime and manga (it wouldn't be anyone major). I will be revealing Harry's true demon self, and/or demon form sometime soon, though not the next chapter, and I would like to know your opinions on his animal form.

Personally, I like the idea of shadow fox (since the Harry in my story is always keeping to the shadows), but there are other animals as well and you are welcome to suggest more.

Shadow fox: 1

Owl:

Cat (for Sebastian XD):


The streets of London were already bustling with people even in the chilly early morning. Exiting the carriage, the earl and his butler made their way towards the cane-crafting shop tucked between two other stores.

"Welcome boy," the store's manager greeted the duo as they entered. "On an errand for your father?"

Ciel glowered at the man, making no move to reply.

Sebastian pulled out a receipt from his coat's pocket, smiling tightly at the store-hand, "Excuse me, we are here to collect the Young Master's cane."

The portly manager instantly turned his attention to the butler and began babbling, "Ah, so you are the owner of this cane! Exactly what sort of person do you intend to have use this cane? Certainly not that kid – "

He got no further as the cane was instantly levelled at his forehead, causing the store manager to freeze in fear.

"It doesn't even have a single blemish," the butler remarked casually. "It certainly is a well-built cane."

Sebastian tossed a small pouch of coins on the counter before leaving, "This should cover it."


"Hmph…Finny's idiocy and Harry's pranks are rather bothersome. Thanks to them, I got stuck with getting another new cane."

"Indeed," came the butler's snide comment. "Although it's a good thing your old cane broke. After all, you finally grew a little."

The earl gritted his teeth in annoyance, but didn't reply.

As lord and servant made their way back towards the carriage, a young hild's excited shout drew their attention.

"Look, Mommy! It's Funtom's new Peter Rabbit! Can I have it, please?"

Ciel let a self-satisfied smirk adorn his face. The Funtom toy company, a play on the 'Phantom' in the Phantomhive name, was a growing enterprise built by the powerful support and strong spirit of the Phantomhive family and the other noble houses. It was England's number one toy company, its reputation having grown rapidly over the last three years, its ranks filled with products never before seen. There wasn't a day when you would walk down a street and hear it name, or stroll pass shops without a couple of its newest products up on display. There wasn't a single person in London, and maybe even the whole of England, who doesn't recognise the distinctive logo of the Funtom Company.

And isn't it ironic that the head of this famous company is but a child himself?

"Young Master, let's hurry back to the mansion before the other three manage to burn it down or something equally disastrous."

"There's no need for worry, Sebastian. Harry would stop them before something major happens."

"…that's if he even bothers at all," Earl Phantomhive heard his butler mutter.


"Well then, please return to your studies while I prepare lunch," the butler said as he opened the front door for his lord.

Ciel took a single step forward, before his mouth gaped open and his entire frame froze ridged.

"Young Master, what's wro – "

The demon peered around the boy and got the ultimate shock of his relatively long life. The mansion was decked in white and pink, ribbons and satin decorated the entire place, cute stuffed animals and flowers hanging from every possible location.

"What in the world is this!" yelled the young lord in a strangled voice.

"SEBASTIAN!" Three bodies outfitted in various ridiculous lacy costumes immediately accosted the butler.

"What's with that appearance, you three?"

"Ask that crazy girl!" they shouted, pointing in the general direction of the mansion's rooms.

"C-Crazy girl?" Ciel questioned hesitantly, dreading the answer.

A door opened and mini-Tanaka came tottering down the stairs, dressed in a frilly pink dress and a curly blonde wig upon his head. A second later, Ciel found himself being hugged to within an inch of his life.

"CIEL! I WANTED TO SEE YOU!" a squealing blonde girl yelled in the earl's ear.

"Lady Elizabeth Midford. Have you forgotten all the lessons on etiquette I've taught you?"

Everyone turned to the direction of the voice, and was startled to see Harry strolling down the stairs leisurely. However, what truly amazed them was his clothes. Harry was wearing his usual dark coloured clothes! While the other four servants were forced into Elizabeth's 'cute' clothes, the tutor had remained untouched.

The thought was left unfinished as Sebastian cleared his throat, "Miss Elizabeth, it's been a while since I've laid eyes on you."

The girl's eyes lit up, "Good day, Sebastian! I have a souvenir for you too!"

In one movement, she brandished a bright pink bonnet with flowers sticking to its surface and before the butler could protest, the headgear was already in place and tied under the man's chin. There was a stunned silence, and only Harry's sudden laughter had the rest of the staff (and Ciel) sniggering into their hands.

The raven demon's head whipped around, his formidable glare shutting all up, promising a whole lot of pain otherwise. It worked like a miracle, except on his friend, who was currently red in the face, tears running down his cheeks.

"Ahhh! That's sooo CUTE!" cried the blonde female, wonderfully oblivious to the butler's embarrassment. "You are always wearing black, so I thought some bright colours would be good!"

Sebastian gave a small bow, "I thank you for the consideration you have kindly bestowed upon a mere servant, Miss Elizabeth."

"More importantly, why are you here, Lizzy? Where is your mother?" Ciel interrupted, pulling the girl out of her hyper mood.

"I wanted to see you, so I snuck out in secret," Elizabeth announced, rubbing her cheek against Ciel's.

"In secret! What were you thinking?!"

During the exchange between the two children, the three servant sidled up to Harry and tugged on his sleeve.

"Hey, Harry. Who exactly is that girl?" Bard questioned.

"That is Lady Elizabeth Esel Cordelia Midford, though she prefers to be called Lizzy. Also, she is the little lord's fiancée, you three would do well to remember that."

"F-F-Fiancée?" three identical shrieks made it way out of three slack-jawed servants.

"Ho ho ho…" Tanaka sipped his tea, unfazed.

"Lady Elizabeth is the daughter of the Marquee, after all," Sebastian explained as he joined them. "It is only natural for a noble to marry a noble, is it not?"

"Sebastian!" Ciel called. "If she left without informing her mother, she will no doubt cause worry. Contact the house at – "

"Come here! Come here!" Ciel's fiancée dragged him away before he could finish. "Look! I made the ballroom cute too! Ah, and since I too the liberty to decorate this place, let's have a ball this evening. I will dance with my fiancée as an escort!"

"What! Wait a minute!" Earl Phantomhive tried to protest, but went unheard.

"Wear the clothes I picked for you, Ciel. I think it would definitely be cuuuuuuute!"

"H-Hey! Who said I agree with that idea!"

"Dancing with Ciel with the clothes I picked for him, it's like a dream ~ ~ Oh! I'll have to dress stylishly with all my might too ~~"

"Lizzy! Are you even listening to me!"


Ciel let his forehead hit the desk with a dull thump and groaned.

"There, there, little lord," Harry soothed. "It's only for the evening."

"It would have been easier to agree with her, then subsequently withdrawal from the event," Sebastian observed, the bonnet absent from his head.

"Just give her dinner or something and get her OUT of here! I don't have time to keep up with her little girly games!" the earl yelled in frustration.

"But it would be impolite to refuse a girl's invitation to a ball. And it's only a dance after all. Why do you object the idea so much?" the tutor asked, curious.

The boy pressed his lips together and said nothing.

The butler's eyes narrowed, "Young master. I have never witnessed it, but do you have any proficiency in dancing?"

A stack of paperwork was abruptly held up to hide the noble's face from the view of the other two.

Sebastian sighed, "I see. It seems that even if you were invited to a party, you would be a wallflower."

"I am busy with work," came the curt reply. "I have no time idling with games like…"

The stack of papers was promptly removed and the demon butler loomed over the desk, "Pardon my directness, but dance balls are quite a regular occurrence. At events such as those, it is an irreplaceable cultural skill."

"If you wish to be a gentleman of the finest degree, it is only natural to be able to dance. If you were to refuse a dance with a Lady, your reputation at social gatherings would be thrown in the gutter," the smaller adult finished the thought.

The young boy huffed, "I get it. I get it. I just have to do it, right? Call me a dance tutor like Lady Bright, Lady Rodin, or someone similar."

Sebastian flipped his pocket watch open, "There's not enough time to call upon the ladies. While I am a poor replacement, I would be your dance supervisor."

"You idiot! I can't learn properly if I have to dance with a tall male partner like you!"

The tall adult simply smiled, "Whoever said I will be our partner, my Lord? Harry would be much more suitable to be your dance partner, seeing as the both of you are suffer from the same height issue. I am capable of instructing you simply by observing."

Height issue? The two shorter males in the room seethed inwardly at the smug looking butler.

"Well then, would you be my partner for one song, Earl Phantomhive?" Harry extended a hand towards the boy.

They fitted together better than the tutor had thought, due to Ciel being only three inches shorter.

"The first step is from the heel," the butler instructed from behind. "And hold the back of your partner firmly. When the song starts, begin with your left foot."

The waltz sounded and Harry moved with a grace born from familiarity.

"Your left foot, little lord," the taller of the partner reminded.

The boy moved awkwardly, stepping down hard of his partner's foot.

Harry winced and whispered, "The natural turn next."

Half an hour of toe-stepping and awkward attempts at dancing later, a grumpy private tutor nursed his sore feet (courtesy of a certain earl), occasionally shooting heated glares at his friend.

"I'll get you back for this," he threatened, too low for the boy to hear, but audible to a certain demon.

"You are as ready as we can get you, my Lord," Sebastian declared. "But first, please do something about that sour look."

The butler proceeded to pinch the earl's cheeks, "It is incredibly rude to show such a face when dancing with a Lady. Even if you are not really feeling it, please make it seems as though you are really having fun. Come on, give us a smile."

"L-Let go of me!" the earl shoved the demon away from him, a gloomy aura settling around him. "I have long since forgotten how to smile happily."

"Young master…"

"You always say: something lost can never be return," the tutor said quietly, instantly gaining the attention of the other two. "But something forgotten can be remembered again."

With those words, Harry turned and walked out the door.


"I think blue would definitely suit Ciel," Lizzy twirled happily as she waited for her betrothed to arrive. "When I first saw those in the store, I immediately fell in love with them!"

Mey Rin nodded eagerly, but pulled back as the hyper girl rounded on her.

"Ah, that's right! I invited you to the dance as well. Come on, I'll make you cute as well. Firstly, let's take off those horrid glasses!"

The maid clasped the glasses firmly to her eyes, "L-Lady Elizabeth! I-I cannot allow you to take these. W-Without it, I wouldn't be able to see!"

"Lizzy, leave it at that," Ciel voice sounded from the top of the stairs.

The Earl of Phantomhive was dressed in a dark blue overcoat and waistcoat of a lighter shade, a cream coloured ruffled shirt and deep blue trousers and high-heeled male shoes completing the outfit. Atop his head, a small top hat was tilted to the side, the blue striped ribbon tying it securely in place.

Behind him stood the butler in his regular clothes, and his private tutor in deep green waistcoat and a darker shade for his trousers and long coat, with black boots and black pressed shirt, complementing the emerald of his eyes.

"Ciel! You are soooo cute! I knew my eyes weren't wrong!" Lady Elizabeth grabbed his hands and spun him around in circles. "Look, look. I've even dressed the servants up! And oh, Harry, what a nice outfit! It really suits you!"

The man gave a small bow of appreciation, an amused smile on his face.

"But Ciel's definitely the cut – huh?" The noblewoman stopped as she stared at the ring on her fiancée's thumb. "Ciel…where's the ring I prepared for you?"

"This ring's fine," Ciel said indifferently.

Lizzy exploded, "NO! I went through all the trouble to make everything adorable! This ring is definitely NOT CUTE!"

"Are you saying you don't want the things I bought for you…" she sniffed.

"N-No, that's not it. This ring – "

" – is mine now!" When the boy was distracted, the girl shot forward and snatched the ring off his finger.

"This ring is so old and not cute! The one I picked out is – "

"GIVE IT BACK!" Elizabeth was halted by the earl's enraged shout.

Silence fell in the mansion at the master's yell.

"Give that back, Elizabeth," Earl Phantomhive stretched out a hand towards the blonde, a glare on his face.

"Why-why are you so mad? I worked so hard…" the Midford girl whimpered. "I just want to make you cute! Why are you so angry?"

The glare didn't waver.

The female's hand clenched around the ring, "This ring…I HATE IT!"

Ciel's eye widened as the blue diamond ring was hurled against the floor, breaking it into a dozen pieces. A red haze entered his vision and in a moment of impulse, he raised his hand and brought it down on Elizabeth.

Said girl flinched and closed her eyes in terror as the hand descended towards her. Tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes as she awaited the blow.

Only…the expected slap did not come and she slowly open her eyes as she heard a dull whump.

Even before the earl's hand started its descend, Harry was already moving. He dashed across the space between his student and him in record time and grabbed the smaller wrist in a firm grip.

"Little lord," he murmured in a low voice.

"Young master," Sebastian spoke from the tutor's right. "You forgot to take your newly crafted cane."

The short stick was pressed into the small palm and the master of the mansion took a deep breath, calming his breath.

"You have my deepest apologies, Miss Elizabeth," the butler turned to the silently weeping lady. "That ring is very important to the young master. It has been passed down through the Phantomhive family for generations. There is only one of its kind in the world."

Lizzy gasped, "Ciel…I…such a precious thing and I…"

Her attempted apologies went ignored as the earl stooped to gather the broken pieces of the ring, and threw it out an open window.

"Ciel! What are you doing!"

"I don't care about that. It's just an old ring. I don't need it in order to prove that the current Head of this house is me, Ciel Phantomhive," Earl Phantomhive's eye took on a steely glint, raking over the other occupant's daring them to challenge him.

Harry smirked in delight. Let it not be said that scrawny thirteen year olds have no backbone. You really are an interesting one, young earl.

Ciel took a lace handkerchief from his breast pocket, using it to gently wipe his fiancée's face, "What with the tear? It's a terrible face and not suited for a lady. I wouldn't want to invite a lady to dance when you are like this now, would I? Let's forget about the bad events and dance the evening away. Shall we, My Lady?"

A small genuine smile quirked his lips and Elizabeth brightened instantly. She beamed and placed her hand in his, following him onto the dance floor.

Sebastian and Harry picked up the violin and flute, respectively, and stuck up a lively waltz, enticing the other servants to join in the dance.


"Did you contact the Marquee, Sebastian?"

"Of course, my Lord. A servant will come by tomorrow to pick the lady up."

"Really, that's one whole evening wasted on useless events."

"Is that how you feel? Were you not sufficiently content by the dance?"

"You are an idiot…" Ciel automatically touched his thumb to twist the ring, and sighed as he remembered the absence of it.

The butler's eyes narrowed as he continued dressing his master for bed, "Now who's the idiot?"

Harry detangled himself from the shadows of the earl's bedroom and gently opened the window. Pointing a finger in the general direction of where the earl tossed the pieces of his ring, the Master of Death summoned them to settle in his palm. Wordlessly handing the flawlessly repaired ring to Sebastian behind the young master's back, he stepped back and watched as the other demon took his master's left hand in his.

"It's something important to you, isn't it? You put on quite the show in front of Lady Elizabeth," the butler slipped the ring back onto the thumb, and Ciel's eye widened.

"That's – "

"I'm a Phantomhive butler. What would I do if I cannot accomplish such a feat?" A secret wink was shot at Harry, who was still residing in the darkness, unknown to the owner of the mansion.

"The ring is meant to exist only on your finger," the emerald-eyed man finally made himself known. "Please take good care of it."

"Harry!" the young boy started in surprise, and his teacher merely smiled mysteriously.

The Earl of Phantomhive sighed as he looked down at the blue diamond ring, "That's right. This ring, how many time has it witness the death of its masters? My grandfather, my father, my ancestors. Undoubtedly, it would also bear witness to my demise. How many times has it hear the pain of the dying? When I close my eyes, I can hear the screams. I thought, if I threw it away, I wouldn't be able to hear them anymore. It's a foolish thought, isn't it?"

"What is meant to be yours will never leave your side, until you acknowledge it and accept it as part of you, it will never go away," Harry said quietly, thinking back to the days when he refused to claim ownership of the Deathly Hallows, and how they kept popping up around him.

"The moon is high, my Lord. Staying up late will do you no good. Please rest now."

"Sebastian, Harry, please stay by my side until I fall asleep."

The tutor retreated in the shadows, while Sebastian moved towards the head of the bed.

"No matter where you are, I will always be by your side, until the time you die."

The two demons fell into a companionable silence until the earl's breathing evened out. Then turning as one, they walked down the deserted hallway.

"Now then, let us prepare for another eventful day tomorrow."


OMAKE 1

(Harry's Revenge)

It was the morning after Elizabeth Midford's sudden intrusion and the Midford servant sent to collect her would arrive in an hour. Harry was currently spending quality time with the hyper girl as was smiling indulgently as she babbled on about all the cute clothes she laid eyes on in the shops of London.

The Master of Death was still planning a fitting revenge on Sebastian for knowingly putting him through the toe-crushing dance practise with the earl, not to mention the comment about his height.

Height issues indeed! The nerve of some demons!

It was until he heard Lizzy talking about a bonnet that an idea struck him. A brilliant idea.

No scratch that.

An absolutely EVIL idea.

Smiling sweetly at the girl, he questioned, "Oh Lizzy, where did you put the lovely bonnet you gave Sebastian? He was absolutely devastated when he couldn't seem to find it this morning."

"Eh? That adorable pink flowery one?" she frowned in thought, then brightened. "Yes, I found it hanging lying atop a wardrobe and put it in Mey Rin's closet. Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I didn't know Ciel's butler liked it so much. Wait here and I'll bring it."

Harry grinned maliciously as the girl ran to fetch the essential object of his plan. Elizabeth returned shortly after, beaming as she held the bonnet to him. In the pretence of checking the headgear out, he casted some permanent-stick charms and indestructible charms all over the item.

He gave the bonnet back to the young female, "Here, put this back an Sebastian's head and I have no doubt that he would be eternally grateful to you."

"Really? He wouldn't be mad at me for hiding it?"

"No he wouldn't I promise."

"Okay!"

Harry sat on the railing of the highest balcony in the mansion, kicking his legs in the air as he watched the Midford carriage roll away from the manor grounds, the Phantomhive butler returning to the main doors, hands going to the ribbon on the bonnet in order to take it off.

A second later, an enraged bellow shook the entire property at its foundations.

"HARRISON POTTER!"

The small demon didn't bother hiding his maniacal chuckles as he ran for his life.


*snigger* Just couldn't resist putting the omake in.

So did you like it?

AN: I know that Harry doesn't really do much in this chapter, but that''s because there's not much action going on. Once there is some action, then we'll see more of him. I hope that's fine with you guys.

Later!

Kagetsuki-taicho