Time Traveler
Chapter 6: Part 3
Alright, I swear that this is the last part of chapter 6 that you'll have to see. Okay? Happy now? It just didn't feel right to end the chapter without getting to the important part. And, it makes my chapters look longer. *eyebrow wiggle* Anywho, I'm still working out the kinks on all this so forgive me if my writing is a bit off.
On with the sad fools and their evil meddling plans to hurt innocent children.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY AND HIS ADORABLENESS OR HIS COOKY FATHER. THEREFORE I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI OR HARRY POTTER.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Harry. Happy birthday to you!"
Harry looked around at all the smiling faces.
Lau and Ran-Mao had showed up shortly and the party had really begun.
His cake looked delicious, but he still couldn't tell what flavor it was, but the frosting was chocolate.
Ran-Mao kissed his cheek. "Happy birthday, Bao Bao Xiong," she whispered in his ear and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly before straightening up again.
"Make a wish, dear," Undertaker said. His grin was huge on his face, the tips of his mouth disappearing behind his bangs.
Harry took one last look at all of his smiling friends, who urged him to make a wish as well. So he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined projecting his thoughts.
'I wish we could all get together and do this again next year.' Then he blew out all of his candles in one short blow. The small crowd that had gathered cheered.
"Well done, Harry," Lau complimented serenely.
"Thank you, Lau," Harry said. He grinned and a nearly-crazed look took over his face. "Now, who wants cake?"
The adults chuckled.
"I do! I do!" Finny exclaimed excitedly.
"I would like to try a piece as well," Ciel said in his usual tone, but his eyes shined in the way only a child's could when sweets were even mentioned.
The three children turned their eyes to the respective butler who was in charge of the everything.
There was one enthusiastic child, one child driven mad in his lust for sugar, and one child that would passively stare, but really wanted a big piece of the mysterious and delicious-looking cake.
Sebastian pretended to be put upon and sighed. "Very well. If the birthday boy wants his cake, I suppose I must serve it."
"You're damn right, you're going to serve my cake," everyone heard Harry mutter. "Putting the damn thing out, but not even offering to give any, just tempting me with its smell." The room burst into laughter that eventually affected even Ciel.
"As you wish, birthday boy," Sebastian teasingly said as he began to cut the cake into even pieces for everyone. Well, he'd say they were even, but Harry naturally had a slightly bigger slice.
"Thank you!" the three children chorused and dug in.
Harry took one bite and froze. "Coffee?"
Sebastian smirked. "Yes, Mr. Undertaker. We all know of your obsession with coffee and I experimented with recipes until I found a way to incorporate the taste of coffee into it. Bard did bake the one we're currently eating, though," he gave the man credit for not burning the cake on his fifth try. He was truly getting better and he hadn't brought out his flamethrower, just turned the oven on too high.
"Thank you, Mr. Michaelis. Thank you, Bard," Harry said sincerely. Maybe after the party, he could ask one of them what the recipe was.
Harry was just about to open his presents, 9 o'clock was approaching and his father wanted them to go home before midnight. Harry didn't want to sleepover, he wanted to go home and spend the rest of the night with his dad.
So he sat in the middle of the floor, eyeing the small mountain of presents piled beside him. He carefully unwrapped each one, savoring the wonderful day he was having. While he had enjoyed his previous birthdays with his father, this was, by far, the best one he'd had.
From Mey-Rin, Harry got a small tea seat and a bag of coffee.
From Finny, there were photographs and drawings of Harry or his father or them all together.
From Bard, there was a box of matches and an apron for the next time Harry wanted to cook.
From Lau, Harry received what would be a shrunken replica of the man's garb, had the color of the clothes not been Harry's eye color. Lau explained that he thought his "baby brother" would look cute in the clothes his "big brother" wore. To add on to it all, the clothes were a size or two too big and the sleeves fell over his hands. He learned later that Lau had ordered them that way on purpose.
Ran-Mao gave him a small stuffed panda that had "Harry's Bao Bao Xiong" sown into it's foot in black.
From Ciel was a calligraphy kit and the latest rabbit from Funtom. Ciel was red when Harry opened his gift and the birthday boy made sure to hug his friend and thank him.
From Sebastian was an over-the-shoulder bag like messengers used that held a pack of hair ties.
And finally, Harry opened his dad's gift to find the art kit that he had always seen in the stores complete with a camera.
"Thank you, Daddy!" Harry gave his father a big hug.
He put all of his gifts in the messenger bag, a bit surprised that it all fit, and slung it over his shoulder.
He then grabbed Finny, Ciel, and Ran-Mao. he really wanted a picture with Ciel, because the boy rarely smiled, but he wanted to take a picture with everyone, so he had picked a random friend. He brought them to the middle of the room with him, making sure to smile.
"Would you take our picture?" He asked his father.
Undertaker smiled warmly. "Of course, dear." He put the lens up to his eye, and positioned the camera just right.
"Now, everyone, I want a first rate smile!" Even Ciel smiled at that. Undertaker pressed the capture button twice, just to make sure that he got the picture.
But, while taking the pictures, through the lens, Undertaker saw the smiles on the faces drop and suddenly, they were all gone. Undertaker blinked. Was he imagining things?
He slowly lowered the camera from his face and looked at where his son had just been. No, Harry and the friends he had been holding were gone.
"Dear? Baby boy?" He called, something in him hoping beyond hope that his child would call back teasingly.
There was only silence.
The rest of the room was frozen as well. What had just seconds ago been a fun and joyous time was now ruined.
"Harry?"
"Harry?!"
"Harry!"
Dumbledore chanted the regular summoning charm "Accio" and really, you think it would be more complicated. That was where things got tricky.
He had employed the Order to draw a magic circle around his feet with runes that loosely translated to "anywhere" and the circle was covered with Time Turner dust that was implicated as "any time".
Dumbledore wasn't taken any chances. Harry Potter needed to found. So from "anywhere" or "any time" he was "summoning" Harry Potter.
The Order was standing behind him, some of the muggleborns crossing their fingers. Dumbledore could practically hear their hope from where he was standing though no one said a word.
The spell would work, it had to. There was no room from failure now that he had employed the help of his followers. He refused to be embarrassed and humiliated by not actually finding the boy in front of his devoted followers.
So he put his determination and willpower behind his spell and continued to chant.
"Accio. Accio. Accio. Accio. Accio. Accio," he chanted.
There was a sudden sound of whistling and a loud thump.
"Oof!" He heard, strangely, several different voices grunt. That was strange, but he found himself staring at four faces instead of one.
Sorry, lost some of my inspiration half way. I was going to make the chapter longer. And, also, I'm sorry to say that I had no idea you guys were so amazing. I just realized that I had around 500-600 follows and favs. Do you realize just how awesome you guys are? There are so many BETTER fics that you could be reading, but here you are, reading my small-worded fic. I love you guys so much.
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