Sorry guys, I was recently in the hospital, with that as well as school and homework. I plan on starting the next chapter right now. So it should be out soon! Enjoy and I love the reviews! Oh and if there is any spelling errors or such construction errors tell me! I enjoy constructive criticism.

Also, I don't own Black Butler and never will...

Adrien's eyes glanced up above his desk at the clock.

Ten-thirty.

His tutor would be here in two hours.

He rubbed his hands over his face, his head felt like cotton filling from his brothers toys.

Holding his journal close to his chest, he ran his fingers over the leather embroidered cover.

Adrien shakily opened the journal and turned his attention to the first page.

The first drawing, was arguably his worst, because all first drawing are bad. It was a young boy, in a very small room, with hardly any belongings, dark hair and pale skin.

On the side, a couple of misspelled words but there obviously were.

Alone.

Angry.

Confused.

He remembered feeling the emotions so fiercely, almost as if they rang through his head and into his heart. He barely had the strength to write down the words before they drowned him.

Adrien settled his eyes on these words and his thoughts wandered further into the past.

When he first started this journal he had used it to remember things, to keep account of his constant visions.

His parents had recommended doing so, in order to tell them what his problems were.

He smiled gently at the memory before turning the page.

The journal had been given to him by his father, after he found out about his… nightmares.

Adrien leaned on his hand, eyes slowly becoming heavier the more he began to remember.

When Adrien had been younger, he experienced terrible nightmares. He would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, and either his parents or caretakers would come rushing into his room.

By the time they would reach his room, he would already have forgotten whatever he had dreamed of. The only reason why he could even recall or knew what he dreamt was due to the very thing held in his hands.

Uncrumpling the corners of the papers and smoothing out any wrinkles he had seen.

He picked at the black burnt edges of his book.

Over the years, practiced this journal writing and drawing, he was able to grasp onto his dreams for a longer period of time.

However, they would eventually slip out of his fingers as if sand falling through his fingers.

Last night though, was different, he could still see the forest, the soft smell of moss, the voices of those men and women.

The man with snake-like features and snow-white skin..

The green light.

A reverent whisper.

"The Boy-Who-Lived."

His stomach lurched at the mere memory of it.

His left hand reaches up to his scar, while his right hand flicked through the book. Images of people, places and objects. Along with words, sentences and small descriptions, each one pointing to multiple dreams and their connection.

His bangs fell forward, tickling him and he quickly brushed them aside.

As he came across one of his drawings of the boy with green eyes and the recently added lightning bolt shaped scar with a wand, he could feel that something was off.

A bolt of unease and cold brushed up his spine.

Adrien reached across his desk and grabbed a pen, and with a few careful strokes to the page, he titled the boy.

Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived

A name to a face.

Adrien yawned as he stood up from his chair and stretched his arms.

He didn't realize how exhausted he really was, maybe it was because of the dream from last night.

Bleary-eyed, Adrien went over and fell onto his bed. Cocooning himself in the soft warm covers, Adrien shut his eyes, content to stay huddled underneath his blanket.

Unfortunately, one person had to spoil it.

A gentle knock thudded against his door.

Adrien groaned.

"Young Master, your lessons are beginning in twenty minutes." Tanaka's voiced gently.

The boy merely mumbled a soft protest, before he huddled closer into his blankets.

Tanaka sighed and turned the knob of the door, opening it. The man raised his eyebrows at the pile of blankets and sheets.

The young master really should have known what was going to happen next.

Tanaka took ahold of the boy's blankets, tearing them away from Adrien sending him tumbling off the bed, nearly hitting his head in the process.

"It is unbefitting of an heir of the Phantomhive name to be huddled up in blankets, and trying to skip his lessons."

On the ground, the boy turned his head to look at his butler.

"Especially being sprawled on the floor. Young sir. "

A scowl was planted on the boy's face and his eyes set in a cold glare at the ground.

Adrien pushed himself off the ground and brought his knees up to get himself off the floor.

As he stood up he brushed the imaginary dust off his shirt and tried to smooth out any wrinkles in his attire.

The boy did not have any luck, his tie was loose, vest crooked and trousers wrinkled.

Tanaka shook his head at the boy's looks before proceeding to salvage the boy's looks.

He combed through the boy's tousled blonde hair and smoothing down his collar.

The butler continued to lecture the boy over his appearance and attitude. Adrien merely huffed and crossed his arms, blush staining his cheeks at being caught trying to sleep.

Tanaka raised the boy's chin.

"You must conduct yourself more appropriately, the Phantomhive name cannot be tarnished, especially now. You must be strong as steel, cold to the world, never trusting anyone outside your circle, but having a sense of a gentleman."

Adrien tried to look away from the butler's stern eyes but Tanaka stood there unmoving, with an unrelenting stare."

"Do you understand this young master, you cannot continue to behave in such a manor."

Tanaka set his hands on his shoulder.

Adrien glanced down and nodded slightly.

"Use your words, young master."

"I understand, Tanaka"

Tanaka let and continued to his straighten out his appearance.

Afterward he stepped back and examined the boy, making sure there is nothing more he needed to do.

Tanaka reached into his jacket and took out a silver pocket watch, with beautiful carvings and strange markings. Tanaka glanced at the time before swiftly returning it to its place.

"Your lesson begins in five minutes, young master."

As Adrien left the room, the butler was busy fixing the bed appropriately, and when the boy left, the man shut the door behind him gently. A soft breeze filled the room and the blankets were fixed accordingly.

When Adrien arrived at his lessons he was met with his tutor leaning against the doorframe.

Professor Travers. He was a middle aged man with a tall boarding figure, his hair was a chestnut with a few grey hairs, his wrinkles were pronounced around the eyes and mouth, straining against him. His voice was a deep, as if an echo of wood.

"Young Phantomhive, you're right on time. Best come in now we're on a tight schedule, today we are going to be focusing on your Latin and French translations."

Adrien's face were carefully blank as he entered into the room but behind his features he truly wanted to wince. He wasn't the best at languages, they were alright if he focused hard enough, the problem was his mind was drifting today. In and out of his daydreams as well as his memories.

He was not up for today's lesson. He sat down in his seat and mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of information