Ciel is me? ||Black ButlerXHarry Potter crossover||

~Chapter One~

Harry was laid on his back staring up at the rotting ceiling of his cage mumbling a song Lily Potter had sung not a day before her untimely death. He only remembered it because it was a song that was commonly sung by children who joined him in the cage from time to time. As he was humming, men were watching him with interest; this boy had only just finished crying a few hours ago and now he was mindlessly singing, what was going on with that ruddy brat. The men took it upon themselves to drag Harry out of the cage to the sacrificial table. Harry had been on this table before but only for a small amount of time as they tried to figure out how much pain he could endure without screaming, he took the searing agony for a full 10 minutes before breaking into tears and screams. This time, however, was different. Harry looked up to seethe sacrificial knife in a man's hand and screamed in agony as it was plunged deep into his stomach, all around him strange men were chanting to summon a demon. What they didn't know was that the demon answered Harry's call for him.

"You have summoned me here today, that's something that cannot be changed." came a voice in Harry's mind as he became unconscious. Harry reached out toward the voice desperately, tears running down his face. The voice then spoke, leaving Harry shaking by how threatening the man sounded, "Think carefully. Should you reject the faith even this once, the gates of paradise will forever be out of your reach" it was after that, that Harry let out a low emotionless giggle, "Do you think one who was among those faithful would ever go so far as to summon someone like you?" His eye started to tinge with pain as he tried searching for the owner of the voice. "I'll ask but once more. Do you wish to form a contract with me?" Harry clicked his tongue and nodded with a smirk and replied emotionlessly.

"Yes." All around him, the world span and Harry could make out the silhouette of a man before waking up on the table. The man he had seen before kneeled down behind the chanting men, obviously waiting for an order from his new master. "Kill them!" Harry growled, his eye spilling blood as a pentagram appeared in his eye, shining brightly as his first order was said. The demon stood up and did a half bow.

"Yes, Young Master." Harry then blacked out. His dreams were full to the brim of nightmares of his parents being killed over and over again.

Hours later, he woke up in the arms of the demon he summoned. Harry looked around confused, they were in a meadow and he couldn't see a village or town anywhere. "Um, sir? Where are we?" Harry asked with a slight bit of fear in his voice.

The demon chuckled before replying, "Where Potter manor once stood 10 long years ago, Young Master." Harry nodded, keeping his contract eye shut. He had hoped that the manor still had walls standing but, unfortunately even they were gone. "By the way, Young Master, what do you want to call me?" The demon spoke up and Harry glanced at him then sighed.

"Sebastian. Your name will be Sebastian Michaelis." Sebastian nodded and then picked Harry up and went to a nearby inn and purchased a room for the night. By the time dawn came, Potter manor was rebuilt and he was laying in the comfiest bed he's ever slept in.

At precisely seven in the morning, Sebastian walked into Harry's room. He liked that Harry had given him the same name as Ciel had a few decades ago. To be fairly honest, he saw similarities between them. The way their hair is messy beyond control, their sass and the way they speak. Sebastian drew the curtains, "Master. It is time for you to wake up. For breakfast today, we have a lightly poached salmon accompanied by a delicate mint salad. I can also offer toast, croissants, or pain de campagne. Which dish would you care for this morning?" he asked as he wheeled in the breakfast trolley, Harry sat up and rubbed his eye, looking out of the window as he replied simply, "The croissant."

It had been about three days since Sebastian and Harry had left the horrid manor containing the chamber Harry had been concealed in for a year and tested for supernatural entities inside the boy and when they found some trace of both the dormant Horcrux inside him and his wizarding ancestry, they dug at it with little rituals and laughed at the screams he made as they pressed the hot iron to his back.