Hello, lovelies! Guess who's back? Again.

Sorry for not updating sooner. I'm just not really great with planning things. I have to force myself to sit down and write it.

I love writing, I really do, but I'm a horrible procrastinator. I keep thinking I can wait and wait and wait or I feel lazy and don't want to start it yet.

I also can never really plan ahead on a chapter. I have a vague idea of what will happen, but I never actually have an outline. I just spend an hour or half an hour typing and then editing the chapter.

It comes to you raw, my dears. Nine times out of ten the chapters that I post had just been finished like twenty minutes before.

Now, on to my more legitimate reasons *cough cough* excuses *cough* for why I haven't posted yet.

School's started up again and just last week, I was in Florida, checking out the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Universal is AWESOME. Everything was expensive though, so no souvenirs. *pout*

Oh, well. I hope this next chapter satisfies you until I can post the next.

Also for those who are confused on who Harry accidentally brought with him:

Ran-Mao

Finny

Ciel

What a lovely group!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI OR HARRY POTTER. THE END.

Chapter 7:

Harry groaned from the middle of the human body pile he was under. Somehow he was on the bottom and a heavy weight was on his back.

"Get... Off... Please..." He wheezed helplessly.

His arms weren't pinned as his body was, but the weight on his back was crushing his chest and making it hard for him to breathe.

"Oh!" He heard Finny cry. The crushing weight was quickly lifted off of his chest. Harry took in great gulps of the cool air that hurt a bit going down his throat.

"I'm so sorry, Harry! Did I hurt you real bad? Can I see?"

Harry rolled over onto his back and saw those wide green eyes that were welling with guilty tears. "It's alright, Finny," he said reassuringly. He was able sit up with his blonde friend's help.

He saw Ran-Mao help Ciel, who was rubbing his head, up too.

His head hurt too, come to think of it. Did he hit it somewhere?

And where were they anyway? He was supposed to be at Phantomhive Manor, celebrating his 11th birthday. The last thing he remembered was taking a picture and then falling.

Where did they fall to?

He didn't notice anybody else or his surroundings, until he heard a throat clear. Harry and his companions turned to source of that voice.

It was a very old man. He was wrinkled, but still stood tall, and had a beard that just about touched the floor.

"Wow..." Finny said. "He's really old! I've never seen a beard like that."

Ciel slapped a hand over the boy's mouth. "Excuse the bad manners of my servant, sir," he said in an even tone as he stood. He brushed himself off.

The group followed his example, Ran-Mao brushed Harry off though and attempted to smooth back his hair before locking him in her arms.

"I am the Earl Phantomhive," Ciel spoke again. This time, instead of meaningless pleasantries, his true colors were showing. His voice was cold and commanding. "I demand that you tell us where we are and why you have brought us here."

"Demand!" A ginger-haired woman screeched indignantly. "You are a child! You would dare to demand anything from Albus Dumbledore!"

Ciel raised in eyebrow, clearly not impressed with the display. He looked back to the man with the long beard. "You are this Dumbledore person? I'm expecting answers."

The old man's right eye twitched with every rude gesture and insult. Despite his obvious discomfort, the old man smiled jovially.

The company could all see through his facade though.

"Why yes, my dear boy. I am Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore. You may just call me Professor Dumbledore."

Ciel flatly ignored the friendliness that seemed to seep off the apparent leader of whatever operation they had walked (well, fell) in on.

"You still haven't answered any of my previous questions, Dumbledore. I am beginning to lose my patience with your games. My companions and I are not meant to be here. I would very much like an explanation as to why we are here."

Dumbledore swallowed, seeming to hold back on some things that he wanted to say.

Ciel let a smirk grace his face. The man was playing into his hands. If he would just slip up... Then he could sic Finny on the foolish people gathered in the room.

Harry eyed the interaction, but was prevented from doing anything by Ran-Mao's tight grip.

"Stay still, Bao Bao Xiong. The Earl will handle this," she whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry nodded hesitantly. He really hated when his friends were put in such positions. He would rather be in that position than to have him watch them in it.

Though he supposed all his friends felt the same way. That was just what friends did.

Dumbledore's face fell a moment later to make an almost perfect mask of grief and concern. "I apologize, my dear boy. I have dragged all of you into this without reason." The old man's eyes were lowered.

A disgusted noise bubbled up from Ciel's throat. What a pathetic man.

"I am looking for a child by the name of Harry Potter. He's been missing for years now. I would very much like to return him to his worried relatives-"

Harry choked on air. He couldn't breathe anymore.

Dumbledore wanted to give him back to the Dursleys. Dumbledore wanted them to throw him back in the cupboard. Dumbledore wanted them to beat him again, just like they did those years ago.

"Nononononononono!" He clutched his head, shaking. A cold sweat was building. He tore at his hair.

He couldn't go back. He couldn't go back. He couldn't go back.

"Harry... Harry is that you? Dear body, your aunt and uncle have been so worried about you-"

"No!" Harry snapped and hit Dumbledore's hand away. He ripped himself out of Ran-Mao's embrace.

He was shaking like a leaf, clutching his arms as if to keep himself from falling apart.

"Daddy!"

Undertaker, or, as known in this era, Alex Black gasped as another wave hit him.

Harry. His sweet little boy.

How could he ever have forgotten Harry?

Something was wrong. He could tell.

Where was his little boy?

He clutched his chest above his heart as the pounding grew more powerful and all the more painful.

Something was wrong.

He felt another tug in his heart.

"Daddy!"

When he opened his eyes, he was standing in front of his son, Hadrian Undertaker.

Harry gasped as a man popped in front of him. He slowly lowered his arms from his head.

The man was familiar, but not in the way you would expect. The man wasn't really recognizable to the physical degree.

His soul and aura, however, were easy to read.

He flung himself into the already open arms. "Daddy! Daddy!" He sobbed. "Please don't let them take me back! I don't want to go back!"

The man, his father, wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly. "Don't worry, baby," his father said softly. "Nobody's taking you away from me again."

Harry pulled back a bit to examine the man again.

He was as tall as the father he knew, but had short black hair. His eyes were still hidden by long bangs. The skin complexion was a bit tanner, meaning his father had been out and about in the sun more.

"I promise."

The two Undertakers' eyes met. Harry looked into his father's lime green eyes.

"Nobody shall ever take you away from me again."

And then somebody just had to kill their moment.

"Just what do you think you're doing. Step away from young Mr. Potter this instance!"

Alright. The end.

I hope I'll see you all around soon. I left half way through this chapter to go to my father's friend's son's birthday so... I kinda lost my motivation and just finished it there.

Gomen! Gomen!

I hope this at least curbs your hunger for a bit, my dear readers. Let me know what you think about it. Give me some feedback, I love to hear from you all.

So what should happen to Harry now? What's up with Alex Black? And when should Undertaker and the others come into the picture?

Love,

HeysU