Disclaimer: I do not own black butler or harry potter or any of their characters.

Warnings: will be slash, possible mpreg, torture, mentions of child abuse, you have been warned turn back now

Pairings: Harry/Sebastian/Grell, Snape/Undertaker

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Beelzebub POV

His master's friend was hurt, but he didn't seem hurt. Beelzebub could see, and smell, the red liquid coming from his face. But the two legs wasn't leaking the salty clear liquid, he was yelling. The yellow furred two legs smelled of fear, but master's friend wasn't scary, or at least Beelzebub didn't think so. Letting out a small bark, he watched as both two legs turned and looked at him again.

Bounding to the end of the bed, he cleaned master's friends face. He did not like that red liquid, it hurt when it came out. Leaning back, Beelzebub took a final look before nodding, and sitting back down on the squishy bed. Friend, because he was a friend, pinched his nose, letting out a heavy sigh.

Yellow, he had yellow fur, asked friend something. Beelzebub, not really caring to pay attention now, just lay down to roll on the bed. This went on for a while, Beelzebub had started to lightly doze, when he heard a familiar word. It was one he knew, and loved.

Bath.

Jumping from the bed in his two legs form, he began to lick and nuzzle friend. He tried to guide him to the door to lead him out, but friend walked to a different door. Confused, Beelzebub followed, only to find a large bowl, big enough to fit his natural form. He ran forward, shifting as he ran to jump into the half full bowl. Poking his head up over the side, he barked loudly wagging his tail happily.

Harry's POV

Harry never wanted to do that again in his entire life. Two hours of washing a gigantic demon hound, that was so excited he wouldn't stop jumping around, was not fun. Now he and Dray were soaked, while Sirius and Beelzebub were dry as a bone. Shaking his head, and spraying some water around, Harry grabbed his wand, and cast drying spells on Dray, himself, and the bathroom.

"Next time, I call sitting on the loo while you wash the demon, Siri. I'll give helpful criticism, tell you you missed a spot." Harry said, trying to fix his wild hair.

"Hey, I helped! I told Blondie there he was going to be hit with a tail." Sirius said, pointing at Draco.

"You also sat on your arse, and didn't lift a finger to wash the damn mutt," Draco grumbled. Before Sirius could reply, Harry threw a bundle of clothes at him.

"Since you didn't help to wash, you can dress him. Death will be here in an hour, and we still have to feed the poor pup. Dray and I will go get lunch, we will be back in twenty minutes." Harry grabbed, Draco by the elbow and rushed him out of the room. When they were almost to the kitchen however, Harry was grabbed by the wrist and pushed into a wall.

"You filthy mutt! What are you doing here? I thought you dogs went into town!" Spat Lord Barrymore.

"Hardly, we are two separate groups. You ,however, may wish to hide that dog bite on your leg. Wouldn't do for your town to learn this killing is just a sick sport for you. You may wish to wash the phosphorus off your hands, your nails are glowing." Harry said with a glare, pushing off the wall and walking towards the kitchen again. Lord Barrymore stood shocked watching as both boys walked away.

"Who are you dog?" Barrymore asked.

"I am Lord Potter-Black, third heir to the Queen." Harry said, not even turning to look at the man. Swallowing thickly, Barrymore quickly left the hall to wash his hands. Pity he wouldn't make it in time.

Twenty minutes later, Harry and Draco were back in Harry's room with a tray of sandwiches. They could hear Sirius and Beelzebub knocking about in the bathroom.knocking on the bathroom door Harry called for lunch, before sitting on his bed and beginning to eat. Not a minute later, Harry was tackled by a finley dressed man, er dog.

"Down Beelzebub! Don't ruin those clothes." Harry said, pushing the dog-man off.

Beelzebub POV

He was happy, he had got a bath, got to play with master's friend in the tub, and he could smell food. He was hungry, he couldn't really remember the last time he ate. The glowing lady tried to feed him once, but he got sick from it. Then she tried to put another collar on him, but he wouldn't wear it. It wasn't master's collar.

When the door was opened, he ran to master's friend. Trying to show his gratitude, he yipped and barked at the man. He knew they couldn't understand him, but he wanted to try anyway. He was still to young to learn their tongue. He ate the food that was handed to him, still yipping at master's friend.

A flash by the door scared him, but his joy as the lights dimmed, completely disappeared as he saw who it was.

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(I seriously thought of leaving it as a cliffy here… but I won't be that mean :))

It was the glowing lady, and she looked surprised. He growled low in his throat, she had the collar in her hand. He crawled back behind master's friend, confident he would protect him from the glowing lady.

Harry's POV

Feeling Beelzebub crawl behind him, Harry looked up to find Angela in the doorway. For a split second he thought he saw a glow around her, but he blinked and it was gone. He could feel the fear and hatred coming from Beelzebub, and wondered what the girl had done to the pup.

"Angela, what brings you to my room?" Harry asked, drawing the woman's attention to him.

" Oh, I thought I heard a dog up here, so I came to check. I must be getting old if I'm hearing things… sorry for the intrusion, my Lord." Angela said, quickly backing out of the room.

"Did you tell her you were a Lord?" Dray asked.

"No, but I did inform Lord Barrymore, he may have told her."

"I doubt that, he wouldn't have had time. I saw your mate and the brat dragging him off while we were in the kitchen."

"Hmm, that poses a good question then, maybe-" he was cut off as the shadows gathered in the middle of the room. With n excited bark, Beelzebub leapt into the shadows. As they cleared, they could see him licking death's face, as another man stood holding the pup.

"Thank you Master for finding him, I fear what may have happened to him with the angel about." Death said petting the dog-man.

"Master?" Asked the man holding Beelzebub. He was tall, with short blonde hair. He was wearing a black suit, and reminded Harry of Severus. Death nodded in answer to the man.

"Yes, this is my Master, Harry. Master, this is Lucifer, Beelzebubs trainer." Death said, ignoring both men as they gaped at him.

"Lucifer, as in God's oldest and most favored son? The one Michael was jealous of? Ruler of hell? That Lucifer?" Harry squeaked out.

"Well, yes but that is a different story, and I'm sure he will tell you later." Death shrugged.

"Harry… Harry Potter? The one who sent me the broken soul that didn't belong in hell?"

"Didn't belong?!? He was a murderer! He killed thousands of people! He murdered my parents and tried to kill me! Multiple times!" Harry screamed, his magic causing a wind to rush through the room, and objects to float.

"He did no such thing! Thomas Riddle was controlled by Grindelwald!" Roared Lucifer. His black, and broken wings bursting from his back. "He was innocent and once I get the last price to fit I will send him back!" With a flash of light, Lucifer disappeared, leaving death and Beelzebub behind.

"Let him calm down, he hates the broken souls, most of what they do is not their own choice. Tom was a special case, he had a parasite in his mind, much like the horcrux in yours. Except his wasn't locked to a splinter, Grindelwalds soul was attached to his frontal lobe. Where you could block him out, Tom had no defences. He will remember everything, but he will not be the man you knew."

"Why is he coming to this time? Why not have him reborn in the future?"

"The future is falling apart at the moment, Master. If I set him here, he finds his soul mate as well as growing into a new man. Think on it, you have a week to prepare. We must go now, there is an angel in this house, and I don't think you want to be found out." With that death and Beelzebub vanished into the shadows. Laying down, Harry groaned, hating how much work he had on his vacation. He hoped they could go home soon...

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