Chapter 2

A woman with long flowing hair that was black as moonless night slipped quietly into a shop that had coffins leaning up against it. She didn't look at the sign, knowing that her old friend was in.

The room was gloomy and coffins were everywhere along with a skeleton, a couple of skulls, several jars with questionable contents.

"Fufufu," came a weird cackle as a coffin creaked open.

The woman smiled. "Evening Undertaker," she chirped.

"Madame Death, what business could you possibly have here?" a man dressed in black robes with long silvery-gray hair that covered his eyes. He picked up his tall hat that had a long strip of cloth that met his hair and put on a gray sash that sat on his left shoulder and his right hip.

"I'll have you know that my dear brother is now here," she stated proudly.

"Also, so I finally get to meet the Master of Death then? How interesting. You know, I am curious as to how you became Death," the Undertaker chuckled.

"Long story, but this is the human form I decided to take over before it was born. For some reason I was attracted to Lily and James Potter before their first child was born. Then I found out that they were having twins, male and female and the male would eventually become the Master of Death. So I decided to take on his sister's body so that I could always keep track of him and not have to go on stupid missions. Of course, my dear brother is an old soul as well," she said softly.

"Oh?" Undertaker stepped closer to her and draped an arm across her shoulders.

"Yep. The only thing that can be the Master of Death is Life though in those terms we are actually equal. It's kind of strange, but I don't mind. Oh and another thing. No need to be formal with me, Undertaker. Just call me Lorabelle, I won't be hearing it as often nowadays," she said, pulling out a smooth round stone and tossing it up into the air.

"Is that the old Resurrection Stone?" the Undertaker asked, pointing to the stone.

"Yep. Brother went kind of wild when the Hallows reacted to his magic, and it made him much stronger than he would have like to have been. His magic accidentally brought about the 3rd War between Muggles and Wizards, calling up all sorts of strange things every time someone from the Wizarding World pounced on him and made him stress out. The Muggles feared his powered and attacked him, and the other Wizards and Witches became angered that their Savior was being attacked by Muggles and doing nothing about it. He released several statements that he would go in hiding to stop the war, but they didn't listen, and it continued for 250 years until they all killed themselves," Lorabelle sat on one of the coffins and accepted one of jars that was offered by the Undertaker.

"Sounds like your brother has a hard time dealing with his own power. So why don't you give him back that pretty stone?" the Undertaker asked as he sat across from her with his own jar and sipped at its contents slowly.

Lorabelle took a hesitant sip from her own jar and was surprised to find that it was tea though her mask didn't drop to show it. "I do plan on it now since he has stopped trying to burn the Invisibility Cloak and snapping and burning the Elder Wand, which might I add that he tried to leave behind. It was already a pain in the butt to repair the first two, and I did not want to add fixing stones to my already long duties. Of course, he did get his bushy-haired friend to help him when he realized that he couldn't age with his wife like he planned to, which resulted in her cheating on him. I'm afraid he is still hurt by her betrayal," she stated sadly and then grinned. "Though I sense his Soulmate here, his first Soulmate was killed in the 2nd War against Voldemort. I would have stopped his death, but I couldn't intervene while my brother and his one friend were watching along with that traitorous one," Lorabelle grumbled.

"Poor thing, he certainly has had a rough time of it," the Undertaker shook his head before cackling, which Lorabelle joined in though neither knew as to why they were laughing.

Meanwhile, back at the Phantomhive Manor, Harry stood in the entrance hall gaping.

The walls were an off-white color with golden-brown trip and tile floor except a deep red carpet that ran from the door after the couple of steps up and ran up the staircase, which split into two, one headed East and the other West. A couple of doors came off the right side of the room, which three servants plus a small, old man dressed as a butler or steward came out of one of those doors.

"Hello Young Master," the three servants greeted in chorus.

"Ho ho ho," the older man greeted.

Harry shied behind the butler who was now in front of him but behind the Young Master.

"Whatever," the young Earl said cordially.

"Eloquent as always, my lord," Sebastian smirked.

"Oh hush up," the Earl snapped. "Sebastian, I'll take my tea in my office, but first introduce our newest servant and make sure he is settled in before coming up with my tea," he said as he passed off his hat and coat to a women with red hair dressed in a maids outfit.

"Newest servant?" a man with blond hair and dressed in a chefs outfit with a pair of goggles hanging around his neck, asked.

Sebastian looked behind him and stepped aside to reveal the unfocused demon as he stared at the chandelier. He watched with mild amusement as the other demon's head snapped back to look at them warily. "Careful, you might get whiplash if you keep snapping your neck every time," he warned.

Harry made a strange noise in his throat.

Sebastian frowned. "Either way, this is Mey-rin, she is our maid, Bard-roy, who is our chef and this is Finny, our gardener, "he said indicating another man that resembled a child with blonde hair and blue eyes except he was dressed in a white shirt, brown knee-length pants. He also had a straw hat that he was currently wearing around his neck and a couple of red clips in his hair. "This is Tanaka, our house steward and the butler when I am away on business with the Young Master," he then indicated the small person.

Harry gulped and backed up a couple of steps.

Sebastian moved quickly and halted the other demon's progress of escaping. "Everyone this is Harry, he will be a jack-of-all-trades around here. If you need help, do not be afraid to ask him," he said, glaring into the startling green eyes.

"Well, welcome," Finny said as he came forward and pulled the smaller demon into a hug.

Harry froze for a moment before struggling to get out of the suddenly tight hold. "Can't breathe," he hissed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I keep forgetting my own strength," Finny cried as the other servants rushed forward to help up the new servant who practically backed away from them.

He kind of reminds me of Hagrid with his strength. Harry tilted his head as he stared at the servants.

Sebastian watched as the smaller demon looked wildly around, his eyes filled with fear. "Come along Harry, I should show you your quarters," Sebastian said, extending a gloved hand to him.

Said man swallowed nervously as he clasped Sebastian's hand and dragged himself to his feet. "Thanks," he murmured softly as they walked away from the group.

"Now let's see, I would have you share quarters with Bard and Finny, but demons don't need much sleep… actually it's a luxury," Sebastian said.

"I know that much," Harry grumbled. He followed Sebastian into a room that had wooden floors, two beds, a vanity, an oak wardrobe and another door that led to the bathroom.

The covers on the bed were a plain cerulean blue, and white pillows sat propped up against the headboard.

"Considering that we are both male demons, we can share the same quarters," Sebastian said, glancing at the smaller demon and noticing that he was looking between the beds. "Yours can be the one closest to the bathroom," he said while sighing.

"Right," Harry walked over and sat down, looking quite out of place. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly is your contract with the young Earl?"

"Revenge against those that defiled his family name and made a fool of them," Sebastian stated simply.

Harry suddenly groaned. "Leave me alone! You cursed things," he barked.

"Huh?" Sebastian spun around to see a white twig resting on top of a silver cloak next to Harry.

"My personal belongings don't follow me, but you two do?" he barked.

"I suppose I'll show you the rest of the manor after I serve the Young Master," Sebastian said as he left the room.

"How is our newest servant?" Ciel asked his butler whose back was turned to the boy Earl who sat at his desk with a stack of papers off to the side.

"He has no personal belongings on him except a twig and some sort of cloak. Apparently wherever he goes, they follow, which I find kind of strange," Sebastian replied as he turned to place a cup of tea and a cake in front of him. "Earl Grey tea served with a chocolate cake with a strawberry on top," he said.

Ciel barely nodded as he read the queen's letter. "Apparently there is a rat infestation in London again," he said with a sigh and tossed onto his paperwork.

"What on ever should you do, my lord?" Sebastian asked as he lifted up his head.

"Something the matter?" Ciel asked, noticing Sebastian's stiff behavior.

"Harry is moving around the manor when I told him to stay put," Sebastian dashed out without another word to the young Earl.

"Perhaps I should have found a way to collar him," Ciel muttered as he took a bite out of his cake.

"I told you to stay put," Sebastian growled as he wrapped Harry's wrist in a bandage.

"I know, but I smelled explosives," Harry flinched as Sebastian gripped his wrist a little too hard.

Sebastian blinked. "How can you smell them?" he asked.

Harry hung his head. "I was around them a lot, and I soon learned that they had a distinctive smell," he said sadly.

"You mean you were in a war?" Sebastian asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Born during one and fought in two others. The last one was absolutely horrible," Harry blinked back tears as he remembered his Soulmate being struck down in the 2nd War.

Sebastian blinked at the demon who seemed more human than anything. "Well, next time you want to stop Bard from torching the meat, please do refrain from grabbing the barrel of the flamethrower," he said while getting to his feet and leaving.

"Yes, sir," Harry said softly.

Yay undertaker! I hope this clears up some questions that may have been caused in the Prologue. As always I do appreciate reviews, and I will try to answer any questions. Also I will take suggestions on future scenes other pairings besides Harry/Sebastian, and I am also considering putting my OC with someone so suggestions on that too please