Chapter 4: Chapter 3

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Quote: 'Never play leapfrog with a unicorn.' Oh, and Sebastian looks around eighteen, for the soul reason of making Harry more comfortable.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Black Butler.

OK, some people are asking for lemon, and I'm sorry, but that makes me extremely uncomfortable so I'm not going to do it. I may even lose people's interest in this story by saying no lemons, but hey, I'm still not doing it. Anyway, here's your chapter, as originally intended.

Harry looked at Sebastian with questioning emerald eyes.

For a man who was overly protective, he seemed immensely calm after his own very sudden announcement about leaving for Hogwarts, frighteningly so.

He'd put off telling him until the last minute, and now he was due to leave for Hogwarts tomorrow. All that was left to do was pack the last of his scarce wardrobe. Even after all the clothes Sebastian had kindly bought for him, he still had little possessions.

But that didn't mean Harry didn't care for them, for most of them had a special meaning, but the little that did not, were the huge over sized hand-me-downs of Dudley's.

His most precious possession was the invisibility cloak his father owned, his second being a small set of silver hair clips Sebastian gave him so he could hold back his unruly mess of a hair that made so many mistake him for a delinquent. He'd always thought that a brush or comb would be to girly, and that his highly regarded peers would tease him for it. But hair clips, it was ingenious.

For an odd reason, Harry felt as if he was going to see Sebastian allot during his time at Hogwarts, which was strange as only teacher, students and workers were allowed to stay in Hogwarts for the year.

Harry waited at platform nine and three-quarters, the silver clips pinning back one side of his hair, while the other side's messy black bangs covered his lightning scar. Today he had decided to wear a grey cotton shirt and some recently bought black jeans, paired with sneakers. He wondered if anyone would recognize him, after all, he use to be the skinny, pale boy wearing baggy clothes that were too big for him.

"Meow," the soft sound came from inside box on a trolley that looked like it had been left there, abandoned probably. All things valuable were either taken or stolen, and all that was left was a small, ripped cardboard box.

Curiosity spiked, he weaved his way through the thick crowd and peeked into the contents of the box, wondering why no one else came seemed to notice it. A depressing sight met his eyes.

An albino mother cat lay curled around a smaller albino kitten, slowly grooming its smaller companion like it was trying to soothe its desperate pleas. They both were obviously in the early stages of malnutrition. The older one glanced up, and its glossy eyes made contact with his. There was something about the way it looked at him that made him think of parent who knew something bad was going to happen to them.

Nervously, he reached a hand into the box, letting the cats sniff him, scooped the younger kitten up and gently tucked it into a sweater he'd quickly gotten from his trunk. The older cat made no objection, and it slowly laid its head down, chest heaving.

Harry felt as if he knew what the cat wanted, and with a small nod and a lot of new-found respect, he boarded the train. Maybe he'd forgotten, or got so caught up with the cats, but this year he didn't bother to try and find his friends.

Instead, he just sat in a compartment which, lucky for him, contained two people who'd fallen asleep and a blonde haired girl who owned a tabby cat.

After borrowing some cat food off the girl, who kept on coo-ing at the adorable kitten, he began to work on calming down the panicked animal.

Okay, there you go. I hope you enjoyed.

Thanks to halfcatvampire who offered to Beta-read.

It literally took me more than four days to complete this. My friends came over, one of our tanks broke, and my cats like keyboards.

*Sigh*

~DinosaurDread