When Harry woke up next, he found himself the familiar silk that was his bed at Potter manor. He sat up and held his head groaning from his drowsiness. He gazed around his familiar room and smiled, never wanting to leave the warmth of his bed.
"Young master?" Sebastian knocked on the door. As soon as he heard a groan in response, he opened the door and walked in with the breakfast cart. "Today's morning tea is Earl gray from Jackson's in Piccadilly served with porridge and honey. I can also serve you for afters: a scone, crumpets or a cookie. Which one would you like?" He glanced at his master waiting for his reply.
"Cookie, please Sebastian." The young Phantomhive swung his legs over the side of the bed and drank his tea while Sebastian dressed him, "Also I would like people I'm close to, to start using my first name, Ciel." Sebastian nodded and then handed him breakfast.
It had been half a year since Harry had left Hogwarts after being kidnapped by Dumbledore and nearly killed. He chose to stay home that year, and rightly so, for he didn't want an encounter like that ever again. He was being taught magic by Sebastian, who had now taken quite a passion for studying wizarding history alongside Harry. He never wanted any memory of being called Harry Potter for it brought back those memories of Dumbledore and the chloroform filled room in which he was held prisoner to the stupid headmaster. Ciel was now stood in the garden with his wand in his hand and a determined look on his face.
"Focus more on agility, My Lord! Your posture is terrible and your aim is off!" Sebastian lectured and gripped Ciel's shoulders and helped him get into the right stance, "A wizard always knows their stance in battle and their spells. You are a young Lord so you must find and learn all existing spells that an adult uses in battle."
Ciel nodded and looked at Sebastian smiling, happy that at last someone was helping him to understand something and not beat him because he asked for the help. He fired the stunning spell at a dummy and it flew across the garden and he smiled. "I did it! This wand is more powerful than I recall from yesterday!" Sebastian smirked.
"That's because it comes from a demon hair when a demon helps their master with the wand they created then the wand gains more power from the strength of servant and master alike. We are one with this contract and that is why your wand works so well." Sebastian explained. Ciel blushed slightly but ignored it and put the wand to the demon's neck.
"But it could still hurt you if I commanded it too, right?" Ciel asked and Sebastian hesitated but nodded.
"But why would you want to hurt your faithful butler?" Sebastian smirked and Ciel scoffed.
"I don't know but I was just checking because if it can hurt one demon it can hurt another." Ciel pulled the wand away and shoved it down his sleeve of the green suit he was wearing that once belonged to Ciel Vincent Phantomhive. "I expect tea to be ready with something sweet in fifteen minutes after I've had the tea we are doing more training, I don't want to fail at anything you teach me. I am Ciel Hadrian Phantomhive, Lord of both the Potter family and the Phantomhive family, if I cannot become an adult and take over from my father then my family will be ruined."
Sebastian bowed and smiled, "Yes, my little lord." Ciel put his booted shoe on Sebastian's shoulder.
"Don't call me little! You may be a demon but you must learn to watch your tongue." Ciel growled and Sebastian chuckled, "don't laugh at me, Sebastian!" Sebastian picked up the little lord and took him inside then set him down and bowed.
"Tea shall be ready shortly, my lord." He then walked off, leaving a flustered Ciel alone. Ciel shook his head and walked to his study grimacing, debating whether or not to kill Sebastian for being cheeky to him.
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Ciel is me? ||Black ButlerXHarry Potter crossover||
Fiksi PenggemarHarry Potter is sold to a bidding company by the Dursley's never to be seen again. From that company, he is sold to a cult who intend to use his blood for a ritual to summon a demon. Harry, in his cold unconscious sate, summons a demon. Not just an...