A/N: I own Alex and Alexis Sennen and Paxloria owns Lillian Kattalan WE DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR KUROSHITSUJI, on to the fic.

Harry could hardly believe it when he realized that he'd already been at Hogwarts two months. The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive ever had.

His lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that they had mastered the basics. On Halloween morning they woke up to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the dungeons. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since they had seen him make Sebastian's Cat zoom around the classroom. Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Harry's partners were Sebastian and Ciel (which was a relief foe Sebastian because Grell had been trying to catch his eye).

William, however, ended up working with Grell Sutcliff. It was hard to tell who was more worried about this arrangement. However, it was clear who was most annoyed at the pairings. During the class, the seven friends (Alex, Alexis, Sebastian, Ciel, Lillian, Blaise, and Harry) glanced from their own groups to watch Grell and Will's. Grell's constant attempt's to grope him was making William was losing his patience.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too, never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

Grell, at the next table, wasn't having much more luck.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.

"You're saying it wrong," They all heard William snap making them freeze. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Grell snarled.

Grell rolled up the sleeves of his robes, flicked his wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Said Harry, Sebastian, Ciel, Alex, Alexis, Lillian and Blaise pointing their wands at the feathers as their feathers rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Messrs Potter, Phantomhive, Sennen, Sennen, Kattalan, Zabini, and Sutcliff have done it"

William was in a very bad mood by the end of class.

"It's no wonder no one can stand him," he said to Sebastian and Ciel as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "He's a nightmare, honestly."

Someone knocked into Sebastian and Ciel as they hurried past them it was Grell.

Sebastian caught a glimpse of his face and was startled to see-and was startled to see he was in tears.

"I think he heard you." Ciel said, seeing the reaper's tear-streaked face.

"So?" Said William, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "He must've noticed that he's got no friends."
Grell didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon.

On their way back to the dorms to drop off their books and work, Alexis, Alex, Sebastian, and Ciel, pulled Harry aside.
"We would understand if you didn't want to attend the Halloween feast," Said Alex and Alexis together making Harry smile softly at their concern.

"No it's fine," Said Harry, as he continued walking to the Slytherin Common Room with his four friends. "I want to go, I mean, why should I be sad? I lived. I won't spend the anniversary of my parents death feeling sad about that. To me October Thirty First is Halloween, and besides I hardly knew them, I was a year and three months old when they were murdered."

"Harry, are you sure you don't mind?" Asked Sebastian.
"We can stay in the dorms with you if you want?"

"I'm fine, Undertaker's going to take me to visit their graves so I actually won't be going to the feast." Said Harry, then added, "Do you want to come? I'm sure they'd love to meet the six of you"

"The…six of us?" asked Alexis and Alex blankly

"Yes, the four of you, as well as Lillian and Blaise; that is, if you want to you can go to the Halloween feast if you don't want to I'd understand." Said Harry, as they went up to the dorm room Alex and Alexis shared to continue their conversation in a more privet setting.

"We would love to go," Said Alexis, dropping her books on Alex's bed.

"Muggle or our kind of community?" Alex asked, tipping his and Harry's books on Alexis's bed.

Alexis pulled out a pair of jeans and a tee with her senior nickname from her Muggle high school on the back and then handed Alex a matching tee and jeans, only with the words Akuma's Shitsuji (Demon's Butler) on the back. She threw on her top and glanced in the mirror at the exposed contract seal as her glasses slid down her nose.
"Make sure you give that back to me. Harry what's that?" Said Alexis turning to Harry, as he read note in very familiar writing.

"Oh this?" Said Harry, handing Alexis the note as Alex walked over wearing a pair of dark green skinny jeans and the shirt Alexis had thrown at him (A/N: Think of the booty shorts that Alois wear's but jean version).

"To answer your question Alex, It's the note Grell left and the community is both Muggle and Magical." Harry said as Alexis got out another set of T-shirts and Skinny jeans for Ciel and Sebastian.

Alex walked over to Alexis and draped himself over her resting his chin on her head reading the short note Grell left:

Gone to calm down at Undertaker's in London, waiting for you to show up Hari~Chan
See you soon,
This note will activate when everyone is password is: Hallow. It has already cleared it with Professor's Snape and Flitwick.
Activate when ready to leave.
Grell Sutcliff
Shinigami Death!

"Moron, well that answer's my question of how are we leaving the school without being noticed" Said Alexis as the five of them met Lillian and Blaise in the entrance hall.

Lillian and Blaise were all ready in the entrance hall when the five of them came up from the dungeons, Ciel and Sebastian tugging at the shirts and jeans Alex and Alexis had lent them.
"I can't bloody well breathe in this outfit" Grumbled Sebastian tugging that the tee he was wearing.
Shut up, at least you get to wear underwear under those jeans, I feel like I'm going to be chafed in the morning for sure, and you don't have a tail twitching against your arse. Ciel told Sebastian over the bond making the older demon snort at the mental picture.

Must you paint a vivid picture my lord? Sebastian replied back over the bond.

"Are you two going to come over here so we can leave or are you not coming at all?" Alex asked as Ciel and Sebastian walked over to the two of them.

"We said we'll come so we're coming," the two demons replied, putting a finger to the note.

"Hallow," said Alexis and the seven of them felt a jerk behind their navel as they vanished in a whirl of color.

They arrived and all leaned on either a wall or each other as they tried to make the world stop spinning, then looked around.

"Come on it's not safe to be standing in the ally we should get going to the Undertaker's." Said Harry, as everyone jumps, forgetting momentarily he was there.

"Lillian please, stay by Sebastian's side at all times," Said Alex, "It is unsafe for a young lady to wander around the Underworld of London, even in this century."

"Understood Alex, but I can handle myself." Said Lillian, but she stayed by Sebastian's side.

"Be that as it may, it is still unsafe." Sebastian said looking over at Lillian.

"Will you two come on and hurry up we don't exactly have all night" Shouted Harry.

Sebastian and Lillian looked up and saw the five of them all ready at the Undertaker's Shop and Alex holding the door waiting for them.

"Yea we're coming" Said Lillian as she and Sebastian walked into the Undertaker's Shop.

"Undertaker, are you here?" Called Ciel, walking forward into the shop.
"Hee hee hee, well, well it's abou, - what the hell are you two wearing?" Said Undertaker, coming out of the back room and seeing the Young Earl and his Butler wearing, "…Are those skinny jeans on the two of you?" Undertaker asked, looking at the two demons.

"Come on I thought we were going to Godric's Hallows?" Mumbled Sebastian tugging on to collar again "Alex how do you wear these? I feel like I'm being strangled by that red haired menace!" He gripped, turning to his brother.

"Would you rather wear a corset? It can be arranged if you want." Said Alex snickering, "It would be like our childhood all over again."

"I wear it ONE time and you never let me live it down will you?" Groaned Sebastian.

"You begged me to put it on you!" Alex replied snickering as his brother turned pale.

The arguing continued back and forth until they both felt a dark aura coming from Alexis.
"Will you stop arguing and come on Harry wants to visit his parent's graves," Shouted Alexis.

"Alexis is right come on let's go," Undertaker said as a portal appeared. "Ah good right on time let's go everyone"
The eight of them all stepped into the portal and disappeared in an instant.

The eight of them were standing in a snowy lane under a dark blue sky, in which the night's first stars were already glimmering feebly. Cottages stood on either side of the narrow road, Halloween decorations hung in their windows. A short way ahead of them, a glow of golden streetlights indicated the center of the village. The icy air stung their faces as they passed more cottages.

Any one of them might have been the one in which James and Lily had once lived.
Harry gazed at the front doors, their snow-burdened roofs, and their front porches, wondering whether he remembered any of them, knowing deep inside that it was impossible, that he had been little more than a year old when he had left this place forever. He was not even sure whether he would be able to see the cottage at all; he did not know what happened when the subjects of a Fidelius Charm died. Then the little lane along which they were walking curved to the left and the heart of the village, a small square, was revealed to them.

There was there was what looked like a war memorial in the middle, their figures briefly illuminated by streetlamps. They heard a snatch of laughter and pop music as the pub door opened and closed.

Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead.

"Harry, look!"

She was pointing at the war memorial. As they had passed it, it had transformed. Instead of an obelisk covered in names, there was a statue of three people: a man with untidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snow lay upon all their heads, like fluffy white caps. Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents' faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue. How strange it was to see himself, represented in stone, a happy baby without a scar on his forehead.

"Harry I think that's you with your parents before…" Said Lillian.

"Is it?"

"I'm sure it is," Said Alex his eyes upon the church "They… they'll be in there, won't they, your mum and dad? I can see the graveyard behind it."

Harry felt a thrill of something that was beyond excitement, more like fear. Now that he was so near, he wondered whether he wanted to see after all. Perhaps Lillian knew how he was feeling because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward.

"C'mon," said Harry, when he had looked his fill, and they turned again toward the church. As they crossed the road, he glanced over his shoulder; the statue had turned back into the war memorial.

There was a kissing gate at the entrance to the graveyard. Lillian pushed it open as quietly as possible and they edged through it. On either side of the slippery path to the church doors, the snow lay deep and untouched. They moved off through the snow, carving deep trenches behind them as they walked around the building, keeping to the shadows beneath the brilliant windows.
Behind the church, row upon row of snowy tombstones protruded from a blanket of pale blue that was flecked with dazzling red, gold, and green wherever the reflections from the stained glass hit the snow. Keeping his hand closed tightly on the wand in his jacket pocket, Harry moved toward the nearest grave.

"Look at this, it's a Phantomhive, could be some long-lost relation of Ciel's"
"Keep your voice down Lillian," begged Harry, looking over at Ciel who walked over and read the gravestone and gasped.

"It's Madam Red's grave." He said loud enough for them all to hear.

"Undertaker, I thought she was buried in the family plot?" Asked Alexis, kneeling next to Ciel.

"You didn't know?" Said Sebastian, walking over to the two of them. "The Young Master had her buried here because she lived here for about a year when she was a child."

"Oh I see, that clears up the confusion, thanks" Smiled Alexis, standing up and turning to Lillian and Blaise

"Come on," Said Alexis looking back briefly at her and Ciel's Aunt's grave. "We came here so we can see Harry's parent's final resting place."

They waded deeper and deeper into the graveyard, gouging dark tracks into the snow behind them, stooping to peer at the words on old headstones, every now and then squinting into the surrounding darkness to make absolutely sure that they were unaccompanied. The darkness and the silence seemed to become, all of a sudden, much deeper.
Harry looked around, worried, thinking of dementors. However, it was just somebody inside the church turning off the lights.

Then Lillian's voice came out of the blackness for the third time, sharp and clear from a few yards away.
"Harry, they're here . . . right here."

And he knew by her tone that it was his mother and father this time: He moved toward her, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest, the same sensation he had every time he came here, a grief that had actually weighed on his heart and lungs.
The headstone was only two rows behind Ciel and Alexis's Aunt's. It was made of white marble, just like their aunts, and this made it easy to read, as it seemed to shine in the dark. Harry did not need to kneel or even approach very close to it to make out the words engraved upon it.

JAMES POTTER … | … LILY POTTER

BORN 27 MARCH 1960 … | … BORN 30 JANUARY 1960

DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981 …| … DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981

The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed Is Death.

…

Harry read the words slowly, as though he would have only one chance to take in their meaning, and he read the last of them aloud.
"'The last enemy that shall be defeated is death' ..."
A horrible thought came to him, and with a kind of panic. "Isn't that a Death Eater idea? Why is that there?"

"It doesn't mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry," said Lillian, her voice gentle. "It means . . . you know . . . living beyond death, living after death."

But they were not living, thought Harry. They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

Lillian took hold of his hand again and was griped it tightly.
He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, taking deep sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control.
He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Lillian raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a toy stag and a toy doe appeared before them. Harry caught them and laid them on his parent's graves.

As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave. He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around her and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Alexis and Ciel's Aunt, back towards the other's, and was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug by Alex, Sebastian, Alexis, and Ciel.

A/N: Well it's official Harry part of the Phantomhive family now.
My muse ran out next as soon as I put the last sentence down.
Next chapter will be Lillian's POV on the whole chapter plus a surprise regarding her cat.

Collaborator: I'll get that chapter out as soon as I can, so just hold on everyone. (^-^) ~ Paxloria