This is the longest gap I've had in between chapters. Its mainly because I finally got The Wolf Among Us and all the episodes, so of course I had to play the entire thing. On top of that, romance isn't my area, so I didn't really know how to portray romance between anyone, much less Harry and Sebastian. I guess I managed.

I never really thought that many people would read this, but here I am with 250+ followers and half as many favorites. Thank you, guys! It means a lot that you actually like my writing enough to want more. So...here's more. Woohoo!

Harry stared at the burning city. This was chaos. Complete and total chaos. Fire raged everywhere. People ran screaming. To think that Ciel's story ended with this of all things. The boy had a knack for spreading chaos without even meaning to.

He had kept himself updated on Ciel's vengeance fuelled quest. The boy was remarkably intelligent. Truly, if this is what he could accomplish at 13, he delighted in imagining what sort of chaos he could sow as an adult.

Sadly, the interesting story was drawing to a close. The angel, Angela, who had killed his parents was being killed by Sebastian, as informants had told him the demon was called. She would die soon; she was no match for a demon of Sebastian's caliber.

He considered what to do once this was over. Sebastian would finally eat Ciel's soul. It would be his last chance to approach the demon. While he had kept himself updated on Ciel's progress, he had not personally seen Ciel or Sebastian since the night at Ventur's house. He was sure that Sebastian knew he had watched the entire story pan out, though. If Sebastian had any interest in him he would come to him.

It was decided. He would wait and see if Sebastian would approach him. If he didn't the demon wasn't interested. He would be disappointed if such a thing were to occur, but it wasn't like the world would be ending.

So decided, he sat on the roof, far from the flames, and continued watching the city of London burn. The flames were mesmerizing. They flickered and twisted through the air in a perverse sort of dance.

He had no idea how long he sat there staring at the flames. Eventually, they died out, and the screams were replaced by the wails of the injured. The scent of burned flesh and wood was heavy in the air. He could smell the souls, too, filled with so much pitiful terror. He felt no satisfaction from the smells or sounds, but rather a cold indifference. Many people may be dead, half of London may be burned to the ground, but humanity would go on. To these people it seemed like the end of the world, but it wasn't. This event was but a drop in the bucket.

He was disturbed from his ruminations by a sudden displacement of air behind him, and smirked. So it was mutual after all.

"You decided to come then?"

"How could I not? A delightful creature such as yourself…" Sebastian was suddenly in front of him, his face very close to Harry's own.

"What is your name, little demon?" he purred. Harry's breath hitched slightly at the tone, and from the smirk on Sebastian's face he had noticed.

"Harry."

Sebastian cocked his head, his eyes boring into Harry's own. "And here I thought it was Pravus." Harry shrugged. "I don't like people knowing my actual name." What went unsaid was he had already trusted Sebastian with the information. The demon smiled. "I can understand that sentiment."

A demon's true name could be used by humans to summon them. This fact gave them an instinctual aversion to sharing their true name.

"You realize, Harry, that this is the start of my courting?" His eyes sparkled slightly, and Harry could sense he was anticipating this. Harry looked down and started fiddling with his hands, reluctant to say he knew next to nothing about demon mating habits. He had no idea what this would entail.

Sebastian seemed to understand this after a moment, for he chuckled. "Demons have life mates, Harry. We do not take a partner lightly, because when we do, it is for our entire life. Demons are immortal, so that is quite a long time."

Harry's brow furrowed slightly. "We barely know each other though…why would you already be courting me then?"

Sebastian seemed amused. "Harry, have you truly felt a stirring of lust or passion for someone since you became a demon?" Harry considered it for a moment. He had tried sex, yes, but mainly out of curiosity. It had been rather lacking so he had simply thought not to do it anymore. When he had been human, he was too young to feel much of anything, then, either. He shook his head. "No. Not until I saw you."

Sebastian nodded, as if he had been expecting this. "When demons feel a true stirring of lust or passion, it is incredibly rare. We only feel it with other demons, and even then it only happens to two out of a hundred. Demons who feel this always end up in a relationship together as life mates. How could they not? We may not know each other well now, but I have lived a very long time. I will not let this pass me by so easily."

Harry nodded and they both fell silent.

He could feel Sebastian's eyes scrutinizing him from the side. "You haven't eaten in a while, have you?" Harry shook his head. Sebastian sighed and said "Come along, then. I can't in good conscience let you stay hungry."

He held out his hand and Harry took it. They both jumped from the roof and landed lightly. Sebastian gestured with a hand for Harry to lead. He started walking at a leisurely pace, breathing deeply and searching for a soul that smelled appetizing. Sebastian strode next to him, not saying a word.

Harry had to admit, he had not seen this coming. He had known when he saw Sebastian that he was the first person he had felt truly attracted to since his transformation, but he hadn't known the importance of such a thing. He had to admit that the prospect of living forever, living in a constant cycle of earth, hell, earth, hell, had been daunting. Yet now he had Sebastian. Sebastian would be with him wherever he went. He would not have to be alone.

Sebastian had been alone for a while, he realized. He did not know if he had been lonely or not, though. He knew if it was him he would have been lonely at first, but eventually it would probably fade, or at least he would be so used to it he wouldn't feel it anymore.

Everyone needed companionship. Even demons. They might be less sensitive than humans, but that did not mean they weren't prone to any emotions at all.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a scent that was at least partially appetizing. It was far from the best he'd had, but he was hungry, so he decided to eat it anyway. He picked up the pace, Sebastian easily keeping up. He stopped in front of his chosen prey. She was a woman, and she was obviously dying. Half her face was badly burnt. She had evidently been caught in one of the many fires that had spread throughout London.

He stepped forward and knelt down, staring into her face. Her eyes were wide open, and she was staring at him. He ignored the panic stricken look on her face and covered her lips with his own. She made a muffled protest, which he also ignored. He plucked on the string of her soul, coaxing instead of pulling. He had noticed that when you had a soul come to you instead of pulling, it tasted better and lasted longer as nourishment. Besides that, he did not want to look like a complete amateur to the obviously old demon watching him feed from the woman.

The soul finally reached the woman's mouth, and he finally pulled, albeit gently. The soul slipped from her mouth to his. It tasted mostly of sorrow, but it tasted decent enough.

He slipped away from her, turning away from the now dead body and absent-mindedly licking his lips. He froze when he noticed the rather heated gaze of Sebastian, focused completely on his lips.

He leaned forward until his face was directly in front of Harry's. Harry's breath hitched slightly as he felt Sebastian's breath on his lips. Sebastian smirked and leaned forward more, brushing his lips across Harry's own. They left a pleasant buzz behind, and Harry surged forward, covering Sebastian's lips with his own and kissing him forcefully. Sebastian wasted no time and kissing him back.

Finally Harry leaned back, slightly abashed. He hadn't meant to do that, but he couldn't really find it in himself to regret. That had been extremely pleasant. Much better than any kiss he'd had before. Sebastian himself looked very satisfied.

Harry suddenly said "I want to leave London." Surprise flashed in Sebastian's eyes, before he replied "Of course. This place has gotten rather boring. Where would you like to go?"

He said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world. For Harry, it was different. He had never left England except to go to Hogwarts. He was tired of this place, though. Without Ciel it would get rather boring around here again. Undertaker had disappeared weeks ago. The bastard had probably seen this coming.

"I don't really know. I've only ever been out of England once, and that was for a boarding school." He frowned.

"That's fine. We'll go wherever you want to. Why don't we start with France? ." Harry nodded. He had always wanted to see France. "How are we going to get there?"

Sebastian simply smirked.

They took a ship out of London to France. They crossed the Strait of Dover to Colais, a French town. The journey took only a few days. The water was calm and he and Sebastian simply took the time to get to know each other more.

Once they arrived in Colais they spent a day simply wandering and seeing the sights. There wasn't really much to see in the town and so they moved on, traveling to Versailles. Along the way they stopped at Amiens and Beauvais, two more French towns.

In the towns Harry noticed the people. He had expected bustling cheerfulness, but everyone was quiet and withdrawn. Many were stricken with poverty. They had to stop many a pickpocket from snatching away the money in their pockets. It wasn't too difficult, as no human could sneak up on them, but it got exasperating after a while.

It reminded him somewhat of Diagon Alley during the war. People hurrying, trying to accomplish their business then getting home as soon as possible, where there was at least some semblance of safety, if only in their minds. He didn't like it, and it put him on edge. "Perhaps" he said to Sebastian "We should have at least checked on what's been happening lately in France." Sebastian shrugged. "Isn't it more interesting finding out this way? It's so boring if you come prepared for it." Harry glared at Sebastian. "We have no idea what's going on. For all we know they're at war and some enemy country is invading at this very moment. I would rather know than go into it blind. That's idiotic."

Sebastian didn't answer, and Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't speak French, so it wasn't like he could ask someone. He couldn't read it, either, so it wasn't like he could pick up a newspaper.

He picked a forgotten one up off the bench anyway, and read the headline:

"Robespierre Du Comité De La Sécurité Publique Exécute Contre-Révolutionnaires"

He blinked. That actually was very easy to translate to English if one took every word to be cognates of each other, then it would mean something like this:

"Robespierre of the Committee of Public Safety Executes Counter Revolutionaries"

It would explain why everyone was acting as if they were in a war zone. It sounded as if the man were executing people left, right, and center. 'Counter revolutionaries' was an exceedingly vague term.

He was slightly looking forward to what they might find in Paris, then. It would be interesting, at the very least. He had been getting rather bored just roaming the French towns and watching the poverty and riches pass by.

France was similar to England in that sense. The gap between the classes was very noticeable and very obvious. The wealth people were very obviously rich, and the poverty stricken commoners were very obviously poverty stricken commoners. The middle class, the bourgeois, were better off than the common folk, but the gap was still rather wide between them and the wealthy people. It might have incited some type of anger in him, if he were prone to care about others anymore. It did disgust him, though, how the wealthy hoarded their money as if they were dragons with gold, and spent it on paltry, useless items.

They continued on through France until they reached Paris. When they got there, Harry didn't really feel much other than amusement and slight disgust.

Maximilien Robespierre was a right bastard. The streets of Paris were in shambles. Everyone looked as if they had not a penny to their name.

They reached the center of Paris and Harry stared. There were literally pyramids made of skulls littered throughout the square. In the center of all of it was a very used looking guillotine. At that very moment a man knelt in front of it. His head rested on the chopping block under the blade of the guillotine.

Crowds of people littered the square, keeping a wide berth around the skull piles. A man dressed in an overdone military outfit stood in front of the guillotine. Harry could only assume this was Robespierre. It seemed they had stumbled across a complete mockery of a trial. It seemed more like a dramatized show than anything. Robespierre was in the middle of listing the charges, apparently.

"-a été accusé de l'obstruction de la liberté du peuple français."

Harry could not really understand what he was saying, with the accent, but it seemed to be along the lines of "accused of the obstruction of liberty" lines that he had seen in the paper.

He momentarily wondered how he had not known about this. This kind of thing would be rather infamous in muggle history. Then again, Hogwarts did not teach any kind of real history. The best he had gotten was a very in depth explanation on goblin wars that he had never even paid attention to. He would have to remedy that. He would be living through muggle history, now, but it would still do to study what had happened before.

Beyond that, he had neglected his learning greatly at Hogwarts. He had let Ron influence him too much. The boy had been his first friend, and he had followed his example of laziness.

He would search and study various magics around the world, then. He was traveling anyway, so it would be convenient for him. He would have to tell Sebastian, though, of where he had come from. He was planning on that anyway, even if this was a bit soon.

"We should go" he said, his eyes finally leaving Robespierre. He had no desire to stay here. It was interesting at first, but it would simply be repetitive now. He had no doubt that this happened daily. The amount of skulls he had seen showed that the man was on the warpath. He was an insane zealot. Why they followed him, allowed him to do all of this, he didn't know.

Sebastian nodded. "Where should we go next then?"

"You don't get to choose this time."

He nodded and smiled, seemingly perfectly fine with that idea. Harry looked at him slightly suspiciously, but decided to let it go.

"I think I would like to-" He didn't finish his sentence, because in that moment, the blade of the guillotine was let loose, and the man's head felt into the bucket waiting in front of the guillotine. Blood sprayed everywhere. Harry wrinkled his nose slightly. He had no love for gore. It got into everything and was very difficult to get out.

"This isn't the place. Come on." They walked along the street. As he walked, Harry reached out with his magic, trying to find the entrance to France's version of Diagon Alley. It took a few minutes, but he finally felt a ping on his magic. He stopped Sebastian with a gesture, and started walking the general direction of the magic he felt.

It took around an hour to get there by walking, but they got there eventually. It was just a piece of wall, similar to the divider of Platform 9 ¾. It was spelled with muggle repelling charms, and if he hadn't felt the magic emanating from it, he wouldn't have known it was a gateway into the magical world.

Sebastian stared at it, looking slightly puzzled. Harry knew he wasn't magical at all. As a demon, though, he might still be able to feel as if something were unique about the wall. He winked at Sebastian then stepped through the wall, trying not to laugh. He knew Sebastian would have a priceless look on his face after seeing him step through the wall. He knew that Sebastian would probably follow him after seeing him do it, so he stood and waited for a moment.

Sebastian stepped through the wall, and his eyes widened impossibly upon seeing what was on the other side. The shopping alley stretched down the street, and people were bustling everywhere. Witches and wizards dressed in brightly colored robes walked down the street without a care. It was obvious that they weren't affected by the muggle's tyranny here.

Sebastian zeroed in on Harry and stepped toward him. "What is this? I have never even heard of…" He trailed off, as if he didn't even know what to call all of this.

Harry smiled, enjoying the moment, as one didn't see Sebastian speechless ever. The fact that he had managed it would be forever a source of pride for him.

"This is the magical side of France. The people here wield wands and manipulate an inner energy, commonly referred to as magic, to make things happen. I came from the British version of this. Except, well..." He didn't really know how to start telling Sebastian he came from a completely different time, and that once they reached that time he would probably have to something like kill Voldemort, all because of a stupid prophecy. He snorted. Maybe if he ignored it the thing would go away? He didn't really hold out any hope for that.

"Except what?"

Harry stopped, then, and took out his wand. He cast a strong privacy charm so that they couldn't be overheard. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the magic but didn't comment, instead seeming to wait for his words.

"The one I came from was in 1995."

He stared at Harry, his face unreadable. Harry felt an urge to shuffle his feet and look down, but resisted and kept eye contact. Eventually Sebastian sighed and shook his head. "No one has managed to surprise me in a millennia, but it seems you've managed it twice today. Congratulations."

Harry smirked at him. "Someone has to keep you on your toes." He snorted. "If you're from 1995 then, how did you get here?"

Harry shook his head. "I honestly don't know. I was waiting for my seventeenth birthday and just showed up here out of the blue. I blacked out and next thing I know I'm a demon."

"You have no idea how you got here or how you're a demon?"

"Well, I know how I'm a demon. Kind of. But yes, I have no idea how I got here."

He looked at him incredulously. "How do you know how you're a demon if you just became one out of nowhere?"

"Because the seventeenth birthday for wizards is called their 'inheritance.' On that day we become legal adults, but magically we come into the rest of our power. Wizards have been known to have latent creature blood become active due to the influx of the rest of a wizards magic. I'm positive the Potters, my family, had demon blood somewhere in there. I'm just the first wizard magically powerful enough to activate it."

Sebastian blinked, seeming to file all of that away for future reference, and said "I see." He actually sounded pretty uncertain, which was a first for him. Harry realized that this really was the first time he had been truly surprised in a long, long time. It had to be unsettling for him.

"That isn't all."

"Oh? It isn't? Isn't that just positively pleasant." Sebastian's voice got rather sarcastic toward the end. Harry winced slightly.

He told him how he had been hunted by Voldemort. How there was a prophecy that foretold that one of them had to kill the other. How his life had been before he came to this time.

By the end of it Sebastian was incensed. A cold rage burned in his eyes. He grasped Harry's chin, and said with a carefully controlled voice "It seems to me that your supposed friends and allies all used you. What do you say we teach them a lesson when we reach the 90's, hmm? As for this Voldemort" he sneered "No one hurts you. I'll rip his heart out before he can try."

Harry smiled. "Thank you" he whispered. He had to admit, no one had seemed to care for him this much before. Ron had always been at least a little jealous and resentful, Hermione had always seemed to prefer nagging to helping. But Sebastian truly cared. He surged forward and kissed him. Sebastian instantly kissed back, pulling Harry's body flush against his own.

Harry groaned, feeling arousal coil in his gut. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against Sebastian's, still smiling. "What do you say we go rent a room at an inn, hmm?" Sebastian's voice was a low purr. Harry shivered and nodded.

I really had no idea what to do with them until they reach Harry's time, so I decided to insert them into history. The French Reign of Terror was always fascinating for me, so I thought I would put it in despite the fact that it was over by the time Harry met Sebastian. I put it in anyway (my story, shush.)