AN: So yeah, that update took forever, but I'm back so...Hi?

Disclaimer: I own nothing, still.

Warnings: Yaoi, blood, biting.

Before he had stepped through the Veil of Death the three of them had been close.

Much like Hogwarts she and Ron had been there to support Harry as he tried to fight of his inner demons, but this time it was different.

Now the enemy wasn't a Dark Lord, someone you could defeat with a spell and be done with him, instead it was Harry himself. Or rather his emotions.

Harry had always been emotional; he was quick to anger just as he was quick to act. As he aged he had matured and gained control, but in the end he was still Harry Potter.

The death of Sirius hit him hard and as he struggled to not allow it to crush him, more and more people kept on dying.

George, Remus, Tonks, Snape…

She could only watch as her friend, the savior of the Wizarding world started to grow quieter and more secluded. He wasn't the loud Gryffindor she had been with for seven years, he was someone much different.

He started to obsess over the after-life and the Veil of Death, sometimes disappearing for days without a word and then suddenly reappearing looking sleep deprived and being secretive.

He started to resemble Tom Riddle.

They had tried to reach out to him, desperate to have their best friend back again.

But by then it had been too late…

Blood dripped down the man's face as he stared up at the looming figure standing above him, outlined by the receding sunlight the young man was shadowed malevolently so his green eyes were barely visible. He had seemed like a normal teenager, or at least that's what the boss had said, there was nothing to worry about, that Ciel Phantomhive had no one to protect him if they were to act on their plans.

He had been very, very wrong.

"Harold! Stop!"

Ciel Phatomive's shouts were ignored as if his brother couldn't hear anything.

"First mistake, coming into my mansion without a letter of invite."

Slowly the male took a step forward, light catching his jet-black hair and highlighting his eyes just-so that they seemed to nearly glow with his will to kill the person in front of him.

But that wasn't what made his blood freeze.

"Second mistake, assuming that you'd be able to kidnap my brother without anyone's knowledge."

It was the blood-thirsty grin on the young man's face, one that nearly screamed to shed blood and cause mayhem. It was the look of a monster being unleashed.

The stranger had been paid rather well to capture the younger Phantomhive, but now he knew it wasn't enough. Not when this thing was living in the same general area as his target.

"P-please I-I-"

Any attempts to try and placate the furious Phatomhive was meaningless, and Harold took one step before lunging once again for the invader.

An hour before

After the ever so entrancing Pool game Harold slipped into his brothers office to try and relax after being around all the people. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable around a lot of people, it was their company that set him on edge.

Especially the man that Ciel had his eye on.

He turned his head when his brother came in, the smaller boy sighing as he closed the door.

"How can those three always be so lively?" He murmured, talking about the three troublemakers they chose as servants. "Honestly..."

"I think they're rather entertaining." Harold replied, placing himself on the edge of his brothers desk. "It makes this large house very cheerful."

Ciel looked up at him to reply, but stilled instead as he stared at something that Harold couldn't see in shock.

"Harold!"

A slight brush of cloth against his skin, and the stinging smell of chemicals was all it took for Harold to react.

His hand snapped up to grab the appendage harshly, his fingers digging into soft flesh making the invader yelp in pain. Slowly he turned his head sideways, eyes narrowed into a dark glower as he took in the man who had been hiding in his brothers office.

Wide eyes stared back at him, the stranger frozen stiff in fear as Harold stared at him silently.

If Harold hadn't been here Ciel would have been kidnapped.

Flashes of unwanted memories of screams, days full of pain and suffering made him react without thinking and in a smooth, effortless gesture he swung the man's body up and over the desk. The body landed on the rug with a harsh 'thud', making Ciel take a step back to try and get out of the way.

Harold smoothly jumped off the desk, his hands shaking with repressed anger. How dare he even think that he'd be able to touch Ciel?

With that in mind he sprung toward the stranger, ignoring his brother's shouts.

present

It would have been the end of the invader if the butler hadn't intervened, his arms wrapping around Harold's waist as he materialized from nowhere, halting the older Phantomhive from moving a step further.

"Now now, Master Phantomhive." He spoke, far too happy considering the situation. "That's no way to greet our guests."

From further away Ciel pinched his brow as he tried to sooth the incoming headache. Not that he appreciated his brother, but now they would have to reevaluate their plans since Harold had intervened in the worst moment.

Harold had known the plan, even the part where Ciel was to be kidnapped, and yet he had acted so unlike himself that the young Phantomhive had no idea what to do.

Harold never lashed out at someone, ever since that night when his brother had been coated in the blood of the men who had captured them Harold had stopped fighting. Ciel knew his brother was a pacifist so for him to act so abnormally wild was very, very surprising.

He eyed his brother, taking in the sweat dripping down his face and red dusting his normally pale face. Perhaps a fever was why his brother had acted the way he did?

"Please take Harold to his room Sebastian, he looks like he need to cool off."

Sebastian nodded and effortlessly swung his brother over his shoulder, ignoring his struggles as if they weren't happening at all. "My pleasure My lord."

Ciel narrowed his eyes but said nothing, and turned his attention toward the unconscious man on his floor.

Now what to do with him...

Harold was hot.

It wasn't that uncomfortable heat either, the kind where you were just barely sweating but desperately wanted at least a small wind to pass by so you could cool off.

He was burning.

Harold grabbed onto the rim of the bathtub as another wave of heat swept through him, face drenched in sweat despite the fact he was bathing in ice-cold water. He had no idea what was making him feel so hot but he knew that a human body could only take so much heat before it started breaking down.

And right now he was rather certain his body was telling him it was nearing its limit.

A cool rag nearly made him flinch as it was gently passed over his fore-head by a pale hand, ridding of the sweat that was dripping into his eyes for a moment.

"You're doing very good Master."

He peered sideways at the butler beside him, eyeing the blurred figure who had been patiently taking care of him for what seemed like hours. Somehow Sebastian had known he was overheating and had appeared to try and help.

Harold was far too incoherent to try and wonder how the butler new he was in pain.

The butler moved to place the rag back into the dish it was in, movements obviously fluid and graceful as always even when he couldn't see a thing.

"I wonder if we should try and contact Madame Red…"

Harold wearily shook his head in reply, he couldn't deal with her spontaneous attitude at the moment. Madam red had a sort of aura around her that made him on edge, she seemed happy and carefree but there was something underneath that made his theoretical hackles rise.

He knew that she had loved his father since she was young-

A wave of heat interrupted his train of thought and he tightened his grip on the porcelain tub, a whimper slipping out before he could stop himself.

His blood felt like it was on fire.

"Now, now little one,"

A hand was suddenly caressing his face gently, the skin sending shock-waves through his body as soon as it came into contact.

He froze and slowly rose his eyes toward the butler who was suddenly so much closer. The dark gaze stared at him greedily, a darkness that he had only witness once when the butler had first been summoned halting his breath.

"none of that or I may not be able to control myself."

His voice had become deeper, a vibrating rumble that only proved that the butler was speaking the truth.

Harold closed his eyes as the demon leaned in, nearly shaking as warm breath touched his skin in gentle puffs.

Another wave of heat, starting from the butler's hand spread throughout his body, slowly but so much more overwhelmingly hot then any of the others. Harold shook violently as it passed, eyes cracking open to stare at the dark hair of the butler who was so close.

"Sebas-" The butler was making it worse, weakly he tried to free himself from the hand on his face, only for a growl to halt his actions almost immediately.

"Shh." The butler almost crooned, voice velvet as his hand trailed back so it was holding the back of his head. "I have you."

Harold only had a moment to process those words before a sharp pain pierced his neck, his eyes widened for a second in shock before his instincts took control. Mustering his remaining strength, Harold jerked against the firm hold, the water splashing violently as he tried to free himself.

"Sebastian!"

The butler ignored him in favor of pressing his fangs deeper into his skin, causing another wave of heat to threaten to overwhelm him.

Now the heat was merciless, it continued to spread wave after of wave throughout his body, each one hotter than the last. He slumped against the butlers hold as he ran out of strength, and stared at the wall as the demon continued with whatever he was doing.

Why was Sebastian doing this? The butler had seemed so tame the past few years Harold was sure that Ciel had everything under control. But evidently that was a lie, they should have known better then to even think they could control something like a demon.

With his bright smiles and human mannerisms, it was easy to forget that Sebastian was a creature from hell, someone who relished in others pain and ate souls so they could live. Now he was being face with the blunt truth of the manner.

A soft ringing was suddenly in his head, making him look up.

Harry…

He wearily looked around, the soft voice echoing and vaguely familiar.

Harry…you need to wake up…

A blurred figure stepped into his field of vision, startling red hair catching his attention as the female walked closer.

You've been asleep far too long dear… without you, chaos is spreading over us…

The demon paid no mind to the stranger which meant Harold was hallucinating their visitor.

My strong, brave son…break from the chains you have placed around yourself…otherwise the dead will rise and your friends will perish…

He could feel himself falling asleep as a blurred hand reached out to touch his head, instantly spreading a soothing feeling, so pure and loving he felt as if he were being held by his mother once again.

Don't worry about the demon Harry… He has told me that you were meant for each other, I'm sure he'll take good care of you dear….

Who was she? He felt like he needed to know her desperately.

I'll be watching over you Harry…forever and always.

He finally fell unconscious, the woman lulling him into a peaceful sleep he never thought he'd feel again.

Perhaps going after Harry, when they had no idea where or when he was hadn't been the best of choices. But they needed to find him…Right?

Hermione was second guessing their choice.

Even though in this universe London was around the same time-period that the wizarding world was in their world everything was so different. People acted, walked and talked different, it was glaringly obvious that they didn't fit in what-so-ever.

Any attempts in finding the Wizarding world had been for nothing, since it seemed that Wizards didn't even exist here. So they were stuck to placing charms on themselves in an attempt to make sure no one noticed a few strange teenagers lurking about.

Ginny was far from pleased, much like her brother she wanted to forget what the muggles thought and look for Harry wherever they thought he was. She didn't care what everyone else would think if people saw them walking around in odd robes yelling for a strange boy.

Not that Hermione was surprised, Ginny was very much in love with Harry and had been for many years. Unfortunately, that love was one-sided since Harry hadn't been interested in relationships at the moment.

So now Hermione was stuck with a love-struck Ginny and a hot-headed Ron with no Harry to try and balance the group with his firm leadership and gentle gaze.

So, yes she had fucked up.

"If you go after Harry you won't find him, that Harry died when he passed through the Veil Hermione. Not even the Master of Death can survive passing through it entirely intact."

Luna's haunting words still were stuck in her head to this day, and she couldn't make sense of them. What did she mean by that? Was it because Harry had done something to his magic? Or was it something entirely different?

"He has a darkness you can't even imagine watching over him, and it's very…protective." A soft smile had graced her lips, surprising Hermione at the happiness she could see in it. "No magic will stop it from ensnaring him and dragging him down into the eternal fire that blazes underneath."

Hermione hoped that those words didn't mean what she thought they meant, because if Harry was trapped by a demon they had no hope.

For one they didn't even know what demon they would be facing, there were so many in the books she had read, ones who had fought with Lucifer himself, that she couldn't even begin to imagine who it was.

They also had no idea how to fight a demon. Hogwarts didn't really teach it when they were in school.

But she did know that she needed to stop Harry from being dragged into Hell, no matter what. Someone like him didn't deserve a fate like that.

"Whatever you do Hermione, don't try and interfere with his new family. You and I both know how he is when someone hurts the people he cares about, just look at what happened to Bellatrix." Luna glanced at her, light-grey eyes intense and direct for once. "I would tell you to not even try to go after him, he's happy, most definitely safe, and he doesn't need you guys awakening him and destroying all of that."

Hermione clenched her hands. "How can you say that? He belongs here with us; we may not be Sirius or Remus but we all love him!"

The unspeakable sighed. "I won't tell you not to go, simply because I know you won't listen. Just be wary, the devil is real and he is not some little red man with horns and a tail," she turned, white hair turned an ethereal silver in the moonlight. "he can beautiful because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite."*

*Quote from american horror story...I think

Sorry for any mistakes and I hope you enjoyed the chapter.