Chapter 4

Harry wandered around the desolate land, looking for some of the potion ingredients that he would need, which could only be found in since wizards and witches did not exist in this realm. He had to ask Sebastian to take him there since he had never been, which Sebastian had found strange considering Harry was a 300 year old demon. He looked around for Hell Root, which could easily knock out a demon of any power. He could still remember the look of shock on Sebastian's face when he had asked where he could find some Nightshade, Hell Root, and Mandrake.

He found a rocky outcropping that had a few plants that was Hell Root, which was the last item that needed to be found since wherever there was Nightshade, Mandrake could also be found. Harry had just finish harvesting some when he felt the air grow colder and turned around to see a blonde-haired man with pure-black eyes flanked by two men, the one on his left had wispy gray hair and black eyes, and he looked ancient. The one on the right looked about his age with black hair with matching black eyes. All three wore the darkest black that could be found that made them look more dangerous than mysterious.

"And what do we have here?" the blonde-haired man asked with a seductive, silky deep voice.

"Um, a lowly demon?" Harry questioned as he sensed the dark malicious aura around the three men.

"I believe you are correct," the blonde man said as he stepped forward. "I am Lucifer, King of Demons and also known as the Devil. To my left is M, which you may know him as Mephistopheles and to my right is his son Blackthorn," Lucifer introduced, taking another step forward.

"Mine is Harry," Harry said, taking a couple of steps back and up.

"As in the Master of Death?" M questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh, perhaps," Harry answered softly.

Lucifer hummed at this. "I shall take it that you are not because Madame Death would never allow you to come here unprotected because of me. You see, I happen to desire the Master of Death as my mate because I can then use him to control those foolish ones known as humans. Plus every Grim Reaper and demon would have no choice but to bow down to me and recognize me as their true God."

"Uh, how nice," Harry gulped with fear.

"Therefore, you shall become my next meal," Lucifer grinned, revealing exceedingly sharp canines.

It should be a crime to have teeth as sharp as those, Harry thought before the first bit finally sank in. Oh shit, how the bloody hell do I get myself into these kinds of messes? He was immediately out of his thought process as Lucifer attacked him and his two goons, which he blasted back with his power. He dodged another attack from Lucifer and fell onto the rocks below. He had barely enough time to move out of the way as Blackthorn punched the rock where his leg had been, shattering it.

"Hold still and accept your death peacefully," Lucifer snarled as he rammed a sword, from nowhere, into the rock where Harry's head had been.

This just isn't fair! This should be another crime and a law that only one person has the right to attack Harry Potter, the Master of Death, the Chosen One, the Savior and however other many names I have. Maybe I will speak with Lorabelle about that law, and make to where only that snake bastard can attack me and he's dead,Harry thought as he dodged another blow before his dragon instincts took over and sharpened his nails, which he brought across Lucifer's flawless, pale cheek.

Everyone froze as the blood welled in the marks on Lucifer's cheek before it dripped down, and Lucifer licked his own cheek, tasting his own blood. "YOU," he snarled and shifted into a hideous form that scared Harry to his bones while Blackthorn and M's skin went from pale to dark gray as they became more skeletal with skin stretched over.

"Uh, bye," Harry said as he reached into his satchel, which had stayed with courtesy of sticking charms, and grabbed one of the Hell Roots and threw it at them while he quickly shifted into his Animagus form by mistake and hid in a small hole big enough for him to crawl down in without anyone reaching him though he could see the three most powerful demons fall unconscious. He crawled out cautiously and tried shifting back, but he was beyond stressed at the moment to do so. He focused on where Sebastian was and Apparated to him.

Sebastian was in the middle of telling Undertaker and some woman who had an unusually dark aura a joke while his young master, Madame Red and her butler, and Lau waited outside when a loud crack sounded in the room, causing everyone to jump.

"What was that?" the Undertaker asked, quickly losing his smile.

The woman tilted her head and frowned. "It sounded like my brother except he's normally quiet," she said.

Sebastian looked around and faintly heard scratching noises coming from a coffin next to him. He pushed aside a lid and found a very tiny black kitten with emerald green eyes and a curious white, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, above his right eye. His eyes widened as he stared down at the kitten.

The kitten stared up at him and wagged its small tail. It then sat on its hind legs and pawed the air with its front paws while mewling.

He picked the kitten up gingerly and held it close to his body. Sebastian wanted to press on his paws, but they were so small that he was rather scared that he might accidentally harm the tiny thing.

"Oh, there he is," the woman said with a laugh.

Sebastian lifted his head and blinked at the woman.

"You mean that that adorable kitten in the butler's arms is your brother?" the Undertaker asked before he fell backwards off his coffin and started laughing and rolling on the floor.

The little kitten hissed, which sounded more like a sneeze than anything, and it caused Sebastian to peer into the kitten's eyes. "How is he a kitten?" he asked with wide eyes.

The woman was sniggering, but she had her hand covering her mouth. "He's an Animagus, which I'm surprised he hasn't told you considering he works for the little lord," she then tilted her head back and started laughing.

"Mewph," the kitten responded and looked at Sebastian with wide, innocent eyes.

Sebastian lifted the kitten up to his face. "Harry?" he asked incredulously.

The kitten nodded his head and dropped his ears.

"I don't understand. How can he transform into a kitten? I know he is demon, but I never heard of a Cat demon before," Sebastian asked the woman now known as Harry's sister.

Lorabelle stopped laughing to start up humming as she thought about the question before giving resigned sigh. "It is true that he is 300 years old… in the future and in a different realm. You see, I am known as Death, and he is my Master," she said much to Harry's dismay, and he turned his head to give her a glare worthy of his former mate, but she merely cooed at him because he looked more like a sullen kitten.

Sebastian frowned as he took this in. "You mean he is in charge of those reapers?" he asked, still frowning, which cause Harry's heart to stop beating in fear.

"Yes, he is the Master of Death, and I chose a human body to inhabit while it was still in the womb of our mother, so that I could stand a better chance of protecting him and serving him if need be," Lorabelle said over the peals of laughter that was still coming from behind her.

Harry stretched out a tiny paw since Sebastian had lowered him to chest level so that he could stare at Lorabelle and process the information. His tiny claws hooked in the butler's breast pocket as he gazed up at him; ready for the rejection he knew was coming, which caused his ears to once more drop down. If Sebastian rejected him, then that meant that not only had he lost his mate once to death, but he had lost him again to something so trivial as titles. Betrayal. Betrayal. Betrayal. Betrayal. His mind kept repeating over and over and over again.

Sebastian didn't say another word as he sat him down back in the coffin and closed the lid before opening the door to let the young master back in since the Undertaker had calm down enough to speak.

Harry listened, hardly interested in the Earl's next case, which concerned Jack the Ripper. He frowned at that as he tried to remember his own memories. Red. All I remember is red and some sort of ball, he thought casually. The door opened, signaling that people were leaving, and Harry wondered immediately if he was going to get left behind with his sister, who just might take him in if they did when the coffin was shoved back open and a pair of white gloves reached down and tucked him into a coat.

Sebastian stood in the room he shared with Harry in the townhouse in London. He had done as his master had asked him and prepared tea and a light snack for him and his guests before he had gone up to the room and set the tiny kitten that was Harry down on his bed and stared at it. He knew he had several more hours since Madame Red had talked the Earl into shopping and there was a chance that Grell would take the wrong street and get turned around.

Harry hadn't seen the room he was to share with Sebastian at the townhouse yet, and he looked around now. It was obviously styled like the other one, and then he looked back up at the demon posing as a butler who was supposed to be his Soulmate. Of course it did explain his original Soulmate's attitude even though they were in another realm.

"So can you shift back into a human as I do have some questions to ask you," Sebastian said and crossed his arms.

Harry tried, but then he remembered Lucifer declaring his love for the Master of Death, which caused him to freeze. He wanted to shift back, but he was still terribly frightened after the whole ordeal with the Devil and the fear of Sebastian rejecting him. He shook his head and gazed at him pitifully.

"Found you~," a voice chimed in the shadows before Lorabelle stepped out with a large trunk, which she slammed down onto the floor. "Okay, Harry, this should be all of your stuff. I had my Riders bring it, and why are you still a cat?" she asked when she saw the small kitten almost lost in one of the many pillows.

"Mew," Harry hopped onto a pillow, which sank under his weight so that only his ears were visible.

Lorabelle giggled at that while Sebastian chuckled, which wasn't as sadistic as it normally was.

"I suppose I can give you a little bit of help… this time," Lorabelle said before she waved her hand while muttering something, and Harry was himself again, looking as pale as Lorabelle.

Sebastian blinked as he started to stare at his demon colleague. He had started doing that a lot lately, and he had no idea as to why, which he had been tearing up the library at the mansion to find out why, but there was nothing. "Now tell me why you didn't tell me what you were before?" he asked suddenly.

Harry paled even further.

"Oh, I really you hope you don't make him dark gray," Lorabelle said and watched as Harry become as stiff as a board and pale even more.

"Dark –" Sebastian started, curious, but Lorabelle cut him off.

"Don't," Lorabelle said sharply, causing Harry to flinch. "Hold your questions for now about his past. He is in too much shock, which is why he couldn't transform back though he probably associated it with stress," Lorabelle said as she looked at her brother. "Now I must go before he gives me an order that he would regret later," she said before stepping into the shadows and disappearing.

Sebastian walked over to Harry and sat down next to the paling, smaller demon. He wasn't sure why, but everything in his body was screaming for him to get the smaller demon to calm down. He tried to think of something to get Harry to calm down, but there really was nothing he could say that wouldn't lead them to Harry's past, which was currently off-topic ordered by Death herself. "Tell me about your sister, like what is her name?"

Harry looked up at Sebastian with wild frightened eyes. "Her name is Lorabelle Potter. She has eight Riders, which are all men and brothers, which is why they call themselves the Brotherhood. They follow her orders to the T because I think she makes a threat that if they disobey her, they lose something important, but I'm not sure as to what. They won't say, and she just laughs like a maniac," Harry lowered his head, and Sebastian was hesitant about putting his arm across Harry's shoulders. Harry lifted his head and offered a very weak smile as he leaned into the touch and let out a soft purr like a cat.

They sat like that in a silence, and Sebastian found that he was relatively happy in just holding the strange demon. They both listened as a carriage pulled up, and Sebastian departed to greet his master while Harry pondered about what he could remember of the Jack the Ripper case.

Reviews are helpful and so are questions. Anybody up to for Harry to be in a dress. Also I am rather curious as to who knows who Harry's former Soulmate was. I think I made it somewhat clear, but that could be just me.