An: Thanks to those who stopped and reviewed! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

Warnings: Masterofdeath!Harry, Smart!Sarcatic!demon!Harry, SLASH. Bad language. (Not too much though)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or Harry potter. If I did I'm sure my life would be a lot happier.

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Chapter One: The mother who seems rather crazy.

~ Age Five ~

Harry woke with a gasp, trembling at what he remembered. Next time I see Death I'm so kicking his pink ass.

"You'll probably look a little different since you're going to be made of different genes and all…"

He choked and scrambled off his bed, which he noted was rather large and comfy, only to trip over his short limbs and face plant into the carpet.

Note to self, gain control of limbs. Groaning he pushed himself off the ground and blinked when he fully saw his room. Well it certainly looked like his family didn't have any problem with money, but he most definitely was in the Victorian age.

He finally got up and stumbled across his room, heading toward the ridiculously large mirror and almost fainted. I look like a bloody girl.

While he was rather relived that his green eyes were still there, though they almost seemed to have a wildness in them that they didn't have before, his hair now framed his face in an orderly manner just past his nape and was a deep red that could be mistaken for blood.

"Young master are you well?"

He jumped slightly at the voice coming from behind the large doors, Young master?

Then it came to him, his name was Hadrian Durless he currently had no father but still had a mother, Angelina Durless. He was an only child, lived in a rather large mansion and was rather spoiled.

I have a mother…

"Young master?"

"A-ah yes. Sorry just a bad dream, nothing to worry about John."

Harry winced at his rather young voice; he was also five years old again.

"Madame Red is waiting for your arrival in the dining room for breakfast. Shall I tell her you will be there momentarily?"

Madame Red? Oh right…

"That will be fine."

He relaxed as he heard the servant walk away from the door and down the hallway, leaving him to panic by himself.

What in the world was he going to do? Yes, that was the main question—Death had made it obvious that he wasn't a wizard, but some sort of demon that just so happened to be the Master of Death. But what in the world could a demon do? As far as he knew, they were soul sucking beasts that preyed upon innocent people.

So basically he was a child again, with absolutely no clue how to control himself if he did end up craving souls. Great.

Glancing around the dark colored room he spotted a large dresser and made his way toward it, he grimaced slightly when he had to reach to open it up, but once he did he couldn't help but sigh at the over flow of clothes inside.

Spoiled indeed. Well this was going to be interesting, he never was the best at picking his clothes.

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Dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt that resembled something a sailor would wear and knee length black shorts with matching shoes, Hadrian cautiously made his way his way down the hall making sure to watch his feet so he wouldn't fall. Once in a while he stopped to appreciate the beautiful paintings that decorated the walls, they were so detailed it was hard not to.

Finally he reached his destination and peered cautiously around the wall, from what he remembered of his new mother, he would never get use to calling someone that, she was a little on the eccentric side.

Sitting elegantly at the dining table, a woman with short blood red hair and matching eyes was silently sipping at her tea, her bright red dress only bringing out her features even more.

Well she was acting normal, but her clothes definitely were not.

She seemed to have noticed him because within a millisecond he was engulfed in a tight hold and pressed against her bosom. "Good morning Hadrian my dear! I heard from John you had a nightmare, I hope it wasn't anything too scary!"

"…can't… breath!"

He gulped in precious air once he was released, dear merlin this woman was worse than Mrs. Weasley! Before he could even get a grip on himself, he was suddenly picked up and placed on his mother's hip and carried toward the large dining table.

Well this certainly was new. Back in his old life he never was carried by anyone, his parents already dead and his Aunt didn't want to touch the freak, so he couldn't help but enjoy the moment.

"Do you remember Aunt Rachel?"

Hadrian looked up from his food and scanned through his memories, stopping when he saw a woman with amber blonde hair and blue eyes. "Yes, I think I do."

"Well today she invited you to play with her son Ciel! He's only a year younger then you so I'm sure you two can have fun!"

Hadrian sighed when his mother went into a dream-like state. Well this was going to be interesting.

"Who knows? Maybe you two can even marry someday!"

He chocked. "Hah?"

"You're around the age that I need to find you a fiancée," Angelina looked thoughtful "though it isn't very common for two noble men to marry, just think about what you two could accomplish!"

Hadrian groaned, no she was far from normal.

"I think I'll ask Rachel what she thinks of it, she was planning on pairing him with Elizabeth, but I'm sure that she will change her mind!"

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How is this possible? Wide-eyed Hadrian took in the smaller child with fascination, with his grey-blue hair and wide blue eyes Ciel Phantomhive was by far the cutest child he had ever seen.

Ciel smiled brightly at him. "Hello! My name is Ciel!"

"A-ah, Hadrian."

"Ne," Ciel started gazing at him curiously "if you're a boy then why do you look like a girl?"

Vincent chuckled from the table, "It looks like they are getting along nicely."

Smiling from beside him Rachel nodded, sipping lightly at her tea. "It's amazing how much Harold resembles you Angelina. Though he most definitely got his eyes from Baron, that shade of emerald is only something Baron could accomplish."

"You're right," Angelina agreed looking wistful "I was extremely surprised when he opened his eyes, but not unhappy."

"You're the one that resembles a girl!"

"Looks like he got Barons temper as well, that man was always spirited when he got riled up." Vincent mused watching amusedly as the two cousins started to bicker.

"I also hear that he is quite the mastermind with fencing" The Earl said. "Frances must be demanding to teach him since her family excels at the arts."

Angelina snorted. "I'd rather pay a tutor then allow her to turn him into a mini-Frances!"

"I highly doubt such a thing would happen," Rachel soothed "he is your son after all."

The redhead turned toward her son and smiled gently. "Yes, yes he is."

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Angelina gazed lovingly down at her son as he slept in his bed, she would never regret her actions, even if it did send her to hell. Contrary to what Baron had thought, she wasn't completely oblivious to what he was, but her want to have a family was by far more important.

She knew that soon Hadrian's 'true nature' would be showing up soon, but before Baron had vanished he gave her some information on what she should be expecting. She would stay by her son's side even if he was a demon, because she loved him just the way he was.

Brushing a stray lock that was on his fore-head she turned and blew out the candle, leaving the room to head toward her own.

When his true side did show up she would do everything in her power to help her son, even if that meant picking up random people off the street so he could feed off their souls.

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AN: Since we don't know much about what a child demon does, I'm just going to go off my imagination and what we know of Sebastian's capabilities. I don't necessarily know if I will make Madame Red bring people for Hadrian to 'consume', but he obviously needs to eat something since he is a demon. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I will see you next time!