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 Two: The Undertaker
~ Age Six ~
The first year of being a child again was interesting, to say the least. While he hadn't found anything new about being a demon, besides having better smell and speed, he also hadn't felt a need to consume anyone so he guessed that was okay. He could only presume that he had to be a certain age, or that being the Master of Death had something to do with it.
As the months passed he soon got use to his new lifestyle, and found that living with a crazy mother was better than no mother at all. Even if said mother loved dressing him as a girl, day dreaming about him marrying Ciel and wearing bright red dresses. Besides the obvious, his life was relatively normal, and not unordinary, just how he always wanted.
But how fate loved to prove him wrong.
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"So what do you think of the town dearest?"
Hadrian looked up at his mother then back to the town, scanning the various shops and people. If you added some magical items and changed the people's clothes it could be an almost exact replica of Diagon Alley. His heart clenched at the thought, or at least what it looked like before the muggles destroyed it, when the buildings had been standing tall instead of being rubble.
He smiled up at her. "It looks nice."
"Unfortunately I don't have time to show you around, I need to talk to a friend." She said.
Hadrian nodded following her as she started to weave her way through the crowd. He didn't bother to ask her the details; she would most likely introduce him to her 'friend' when they arrived.
"Here we are."
He rose an eyebrow at the poor looking shop, there was an old looking sign on the top with the words 'Undertaker' on it and a couple of coffins on the door looking rather dirty.
"Why are we at an Undertaker shop?" He asked his mother warily.
"Like I said," His mother explained stepping inside "I need to talk to him about something."
He followed soon after, scanning the rather dirty room. He wasn't a stranger to filthy rooms, in fact he could compare the shop to Grimmauld Place, but something about this particular room set his nerves on edge.
"Are you there Undertaker?" Angelia called out.
"Madame Red," A voice crooned from the depths of the store. "I have been expecting you."
Ahead a Coffin slowly creaked open, while a thin hand with long black nails appeared. Hadrian could just make out long silver hair and a black hat through the darkness.
His mother stiffened slightly when the man stepped out, her hand pushing Hadrian discreetly behind her. Unfortunately it was too late.
"Oh?" The Undertaker seemed excited and he effortlessly pulled Hadrian from his mother's hold. "How very interesting."
Hadrian didn't move from the man's hold, his curiosity overtaking him for the moment.
His mother shifted uneasily from behind but made no sound.
Tittering excitedly The Undertaker grabbed his chin titling it different angles. Now that Hadrian was close enough he could make out part of a scar on his face, and though they were mostly covered, bright green eyes similar to his own. Oddly enough the man smelled of lilies.
"Fufu. As expected from Cain," Undertaker released him and twirled around his shapeless cloak spiraling around him. "He never ceases to amuse me."
Hadrian examined the man closely, he was most likely a Shinigami, which made him wary since it looked like all Shinigami were off their rocker.
"Undertaker." His mother finally stepped up, a determined look on her face. "Do you have what we talked about?"
Undertaker waved his sleeved covered hand dismissively. "Of course."
"The payment-"
"No need," the Shinigami interrupted a wide smile on his face. "Cain has provided enough entertainment for me."
With a skip to his step Undertaker crossed his shop and grabbed an item handling it delicately. "This," He informed, handing the book to his mother "has most of the information that you will need. It can properly prepare you for what is going to happen."
Hadrian could only make out the shape of a circle surrounding a pentagram on the cover before his mother tucked it away. He gazed at her curiously for a moment, and stored the information away for later.
His mother thanked the Undertaker before quickly making her way out the door, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him momentarily.
Hadrian turned raising an eyebrow curiously.
"Demons and Shinigami were never meant to get along, much less procreate," Undertaker cautioned. "Even if you are the Master of Death, the Demon genes in you are going to be less then friendly when they activate. I can't help with the other part, but I am more than familiar with Shinigami, so when you have problems come to me for help."
Hadrian gave the Undertaker a nod and followed after his mother, giving her a confused smile when she asked him what the man had wanted.
Death never mentioned that Demons and Shinigami didn't get along, and Hadrian couldn't help but feel uneasy about the information. The Undertaker had said when he had problems, meaning that they would happen, and frankly he was more than glad that Undertaker offered his help. Hadrian had no clue what to do with the demons genes, much less his Shinigami ones, so any help was greatly appreciated. But now that he had help with one of his problems, he knew that somehow he needed to find information about his other problem. Because for some reason, an untrained demon seemed a lot more dangerous than an amateur Master of Death.
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"Stand up straighter!"
He winced at his sore muscles, but did as she asked.
Frances gave him an approving look, circling around him with a critical eye. "Perfect."
Sweat dripped from his face as the sun beat down on his form, the white uniform he was wearing not helping.
"I don't see why he has to start this early," His mother complained from the sidelines "just because he was able to beat your son in a friendly spar doesn't mean he's available for you to brainwash. Edward isn't even that good at fencing anyways…"
Frances gave his mother a glare. "Edward may not excel at fencing, but he is older than Hadrian and more experienced. For Hadrian to beat him is astonishing, and I won't allow such potential to slip from my grasp."
The strict woman turned toward him. "Now do it again."
He hesitated, his small body weak from the long activity.
"Now."
Without a second though he complied, if he didn't know any better he would have thought the woman was a demon herself. She most certainly acted like one, stricter then Professor Mcgonagall and a tongue harsher than Snapes. She was most definitely someone he wouldn't dare go against, not if he valued his life.
He inwardly cursed himself, or maybe it wasn't really him, apparently he had showed such amazing talent with the sword that Frances took him under her wing. Good thing he knew the basics of handling a sword from fighting Muggles or he would have been doomed.
A dreamy sigh from the sidelines made him inwardly twitch, seemingly Frances' daughter took a liking to cute things, and for some reason he fit the bill. Perhaps he could find a way to deter her attention. He never liked being called cute no matter how much he resembled a girl. Maybe he could get her to meet Ciel, the boy was the definition of cute… he paused at that thought. Yes, he was a genius! Not only would that make Elizabeth focus on the small boy, but it would most likely make his mother stop fantasizing about him marrying the younger boy. Though he did feel slightly bad…
"Hadrian…."
No, he most definitely would not regret it, his life would be hell if Frances became his mother-in-law and that was not a risk he was willing to take. Plus Ciel earned it for calling him girly, it was obvious that Ciel looked more like a girl then he did.
Right….?
A warning growl from behind him made his body immediately spring to action. 'Sorry Ciel, you're just going to have to deal.'
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The light of the candle burned brightly as she sat in her bed, she stroked the old book softly with her thumb, slight wary of it but relived that she was finally going to be prepared.
Grabbing the cover she turned it slowly, instantly latching her eyes to the title.
Half-Demons, and their stages was written elegantly on the yellowed page and she smiled.
Though she promised to help Hadrian with any 'problems', she needed to be sure of what was going to happen, it wouldn't do to not be aware of what was going to happen to her precious son.
The first stage usually starts at the age of eight, and is called Evigilantem, or The Awakening. Contrary to what the title says, it isn't when the genes fully awaken, but when the demon itself awakens. Before they go through all their stages, half-demons have something similar to an alter ego that will slowly integrate into their body. The full transaction happens on the third stage know as, Expleto, or The Completion.
Once the alter ego has fully awakened, Half-Demons have little to no control over when it takes over their body. Be aware though, that not all alter egos are the same, some may be blood thirsty, while others may be cool and collected. This happens because the alter ego is based on their powers, and a demon may find themselves with an alter ego that is similar to their element. (Check chapter three for more details on elements). Their genes become dormant once the alter ego has fully appeared.
The second stage is perhaps the easiest of the three; it is known as Imperium, or The Control. This will happen around the age of ten, where the Half-Demon will have to learn to control their element until it bends to their will. The alter ego is dormant in this stage, making it slightly easier to control their element. Known as the longest lasting of the three stages, Imperium can last for a number of years based on the power of the element and their will. Be cautioned, once this stage activates random bursts of the Half-Demons element will show up and may cause damage to those around them. You will know when the stage is finished once their eyes start to turn red.
The third and final stage, Expleto, is by far the hardest but shortest stage and starts a couple years after the second stage. As the name suggests, the Half-demon 'completes' the merging their body and the alter ego. The Half-Demon has to overpower their alter ego and win over the right to completely control their demonic powers. If the Half-Demon fails, then they will die. If the Half-Demon wins however, as it was said, they have full control over their powers and the alter ego is merged into their bodies. Once they win, they are able to choose one animal form that they can transform into. (For more information on animal forms go to chapter five.)
-For information on the difference between Half-demons and regular demons go to chapter two.
-For information on the eating habits of Half-demons go to chapter four.
Snapping the book shut Angelia took a shuttering breath. It was a lot more complicated than she had ever imagined. Forget finding food for her son, he had to go through three very hard stages that would most likely change the both of them. And most likely not for the better.
But she wouldn't let the book chase her away from her son's side, even if it frightened her.
She shakily put the book on the table, and went deeper into her covers, it would be a long time until she fell asleep.
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AN: Oh dear, this is going to be interesting. Truthfully I just came up with that information off the top of my head, so I apologize if some of it isn't clear. And to think I haven't even got to his Shingami side, which is most likely not going to be as complicated. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!