Chapter 1

Second Year AU. What if when Harry was still shunned by his house for being the heir of Slytherin and person who made him snap with his own head of house shunning him. What would happen if he stumbled into Dumbledore's office while he's not there and came across his heritage, not just as Heir Potter and Heir Black, but as the guard dog of the underground of magical England? What if the Potters and Phantomhives worked together in watching over England. I wonder how the magical world and the muggle world will hand two children with immense power.

"Mr. Potter, please stay after class."

A quick nod was her only response and she was frustrated with his behavior for the past month, his grades have dropped significantly and he barely ate. He looked like the walking dead and he was constantly at Madam Poppy's day in and day out and it was worrying her sick.

He was pale and looked weak, the constant belittling behavior from her own house was not helping her mood and her house was losing points quickly with Harry Potter's quiet behavior and low-grade work in other classes, especially in Potions.

The jeering and sneers of his fellow classmates and the hidden, but slightly pitying and sad looks a few of the Slytherins sent Harry's way, made her feel like she was being punched in the stomach.

Soon, Transfiguration was over and everyone left the room and Harry was left alone with Professor McGonagall in her classroom.

"Mr. Potter, please come here." She said, gesturing to her desk.

Harry slowly got up and walked in front of her desk, looking at his head of house with a blank expression that could even silence Snape.

She sighed and she sat down and looked at Harry. Her lips thinned and said, "Harry, you need to stop this behavior. It is not good for you or for anybody."

He didn't reply and it was pulling on her heartstrings. This was not the young boy would have a smile reminding her of James and those bright green eyes of Lilly. She saw a pale imitation and it irritated her to no end and she wanted it to stop.

"Harry James Potter, you will stop this behavior this instant! No more of this constant moping about. You need to snap out of this attitude of yours, don't you think your parents would be disappointed that you like this?!" She put on her best, 'I'm disappointed in you' face.

Harry then looked up at her with irritation and asked, "Why? Why would they be disappointed? Plus, how would you know about them?"

"I have known your parents for years and they would never approve of your behavior!"

"So tell me why should I care! All you the rest of the teachers and the wizarding world tell me is that I look like my father, but with my mother's eyes. So what does that tell me about them?! Huh?"

"That they would be sickened with your pathetic behavior, Mister Potter! You have been sulking and mucking around ever since the incident."

Harry flinched at the memory along with what happened after that. His entire house turned their backs on him, along with Hufflepuff being terrified of him and Ravenclaw being extremely wary of him and either ignored or avoided him like the plague.

All because he saved a Hufflepuff.

That and being at the wrong place and wrong time with a petrified person caught another Hufflepuff student which only seem to cement three of the four house against him.

"And why? You still haven't told me why! Why is bad that I can't sulk in my own pity for once instead of you looking all disappointed! What am I suppose to do, stand with my back straight when my own house has it out for me and the two other houses are either ignoring me or terrified of me along with my first friend leading the revolt against me! I'm sick of everyone comparing me to my parents!" He said, trying to bury the painful memories from before.

"You should be honored that you are a reminder of your parents! Yet, you are nothing like them, your grades not close to Lilly's and James wasn't that far behind, your behavior is nothing like them and I can't see why considering that you are practically a copy of them!" She snapped.

A massive flinch came from Harry that shattered her disappointment face as she paled at the force of her words ran through her mind. By the time she was brought back into reality he was already outside and had the door slammed shut before she could say another word.

She fell down into her seat and covered her face with her hands as she tried to push her tears back.

'Oh Sweet Merlin, what have I done?' She thought.

Harry ran from McGonagall's office in a hurry, never minding where just wanting to get as far away from everyone and soon collapsed behind a wall, trying to catch his breath, he could feel the tension and the sadness in the area as he felt slight warm encase him, almost like someone was wrapping their arms around him.

He sent a silent thank you to Hogwarts and walked towards Dumbledore's office sticking to the shadows and away from the student population. As he walked up the stairs past the gargoyle statue and knocked on the door. After waiting several minutes he shrugged his shoulders and poked his head inside.

No Dumbledore but Fawkes looked up from his wing and trilled a greeting towards him which made Harry crack a smile.

"Hello, Fawkes." Harry said as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Fawkes ruffled his feathers and stretched his wings out which put him at ease. He came over and rubbed his finger against Fawkes' plumage and then asked the lovely phoenix if he saw Dumbledore or knew where he went.

A negative nod was the bird's response and sadly trilled, but Harry kept rubbed his plumage making them both feel better. Harry then back into the bookshelf accidentally causing one of the books to drop on the floor with a heavy thump.

The book was leather-bound, black in color and had blueish-green stitching.

Harry's first instinct was to put it back on the shelf and forget it ever existed, but holding the book in his hands, something deep inside of him stirred. It felt warm and comforting, yet powerful, very powerful.

He kept looking towards the book in his hand and at Fawkes, but the phoenix stayed on his perch, his dark eyes not straying from Harry and trilled a neutral sounding song, which cleared Harry's mind of putting the book back to where it was dropped.

He sent a nod of thanks to Fawkes who nodded back, but then heard voices coming towards the office and needed to find get out.

"Bye Fawkes." Harry said as he quickly slipped out of the office, just as Dumbledore and Snape entered and the door closed.

Harry raced towards the library, hiding the leather-bound book inside his school robes and went towards an isolated section where few could enter and since it was now time for class, but not just any class. Potions but Harry could not bring himself to care, the things running through his head was the battle of feelings he had in Dumbledore's office.

'What could be so important in this book that it has a powerful notice-me-not charm on it and that I could override it as well.'

Harry, shrugged his shoulders and thought about what would he have to lose. If it was something of importance to him, then he would do something, if it was something that doesn't concern him, he would sneak the book back into Dumbledore's office the next time he was out.

Harry opened the bound book and read the first ten pages and he frowned at everything he read so far and kept reading and soon he found himself halfway through the book and he doesn't like he read so far. Not one bit. Soon afterward, he finished the entire journal still reeling from the information brought in front of him.

His entire life has been one giant puppet play and the person controlling the show was Dumbledore and he was the puppet.

A low-sounding snarl ripped from Harry's throat and his teeth were grit and his glasses fell from his face onto the floor showing his piercing green eyes burning with angry. However, there was one last page and it said, 'All the wiped memories of Harry Potter.' But, it was blank.

Harry touched the page and was thrown inside the book and saw he was surrounded by orbs of light. He reached out and touched the nearest one and he found himself back at Pivet Drive, but as he walked around he heard a loud piercing scream that sounded distinctively like a pig and followed the squeals to the backyard and could not believe what he saw.

He saw himself at the age of seven or six, he looked healthier than he remembered, but as he tried to recall those years all that was brought was fuzzy memories and which was giving him a migraine so he stopped and watch the scene play out in front of him.

He was on a white lawn chair watching Dudley get the shit kicked out of what looked like a ..plant?

"Come on Duddikins! If you don't you win you have to please the plant again~."

"N-no, please!" *Punch!* "I'm sorry!" Dudley then fell on the ground and the plant-like monster roared its victory and no one outside knew the wiser.

Memory Harry clapped his hands in applause and waved the monster off, but then realized what the monster wanted when he didn't leave. A month has passed off again.

"Of course, you can take your prize, just make sure he can be fit to go to school tomorrow. We can't have your favorite meat toy taken away from you, can I?"

Dudley soon started crying and begging Harry not let to the monster take him behind the shed. He begged on hand and knee and kissed Harry's black sneakers, which then kicked Dudley back and the monster dragged him off to have..fun.

As Dudley's screams and cries filled the night air a cold, malicious smile lit up memory Harry's face. He broke out into a haunting glee filled laughter that brought a shudder to Harry's spine.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped and memory Harry turned around and faced real Harry.

"Hello~, Harry." The seven-year-old said as he got up from his chair, but as he walked towards him, his appearance changed and he soon stood nose to nose with Harry, except he was more health-looking, confident and had the worse shit-eating grin on his face, he was sure that would make the Dark Lord flinch and piss himself.

Memory Harry snapped his fingers and the Dursley house disappeared from view and they were surrounded by darkness and he conjured up two chairs and a table between them.

They both took a seat and M. Harry said, "We need to talk."

So sorry, I wanted to write this one since I re-watched Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler series again and it kept replay and since I loved both Harry Potter and Black Butler I needed to make this one. I don't there is a Harry is a guard dog of magical England like Ciel is for muggle England. Alright, I've blabbed for too long, now moving onward to the next chapter. Also future warning, this Harry will be dark and cruel, almost like Ciel, he will have a warm side to those that stick with him, but those that stabbed him in the back will face his unholy wrath.

Considering what I have planned for him, the lions are going to be kicked off their throne and I'm going to enjoy it. I love twisting characters around and suiting them to my liking. If you don't like it, piss off and leave me alone. P.S Harry and Ciel will meet each other and those of you the read the Kuroshitsuji manga should know that Lizzy, not the girly girl you might think she is.

~Kourtney Uzu Yato.