The Red Chronicles: Harlan James Barnett, Son of the Madam Red

By: Shi Kami The Murderous Prodigy

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) as those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Yana Toboso respectively. I do own this fanfic, my ideas, and OCS.

Category: Crossover

Book(s)/Manga(s): Harry Potter/Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

Pairing(s): I do not know what the pairing is...for now.

Rating: M

Warning(s): Blood, Character Death, Extreme Violence, Human Trafficking, Kidnapping, Language, Slash, Slavery, etc.

Genre(s): Action, Drama, Humor, Fantasy, Romance, Supernatural, etc.

Summary: Instead of losing her husband and child that day, Angelina Durless also known as Madam Red had her child. Unknown to her, her child's life was saved due to the timely intervention of the bodiless soul of Harry James Potter, the Master of Death. It seems like no matter what life he is born into, the Boy-Who-Lived can never catch a break. Witness his life as the cousin of the Queen's Watch Dog.

A/N: This was just an idea that had popped into my head while I was reading the Kuroshitsuji Wiki. I obviously need to stop doing that as the plot bunnies were relentlessly attacking me in large groups. Since I am now taking my Summer Break in order to recuperate enough for the Fall Quarter, I've decided that now would be a good time to do this idea. LOL, since this is planned to be an epic length, I've decided that I wanted to get halfway finished with it before I upload it. I'm also going to come up with a schedule that I will have to keep to in preparation for what I'm going to have to do for my major, Sequential Art. XD

Also for the sake of my story, there are going to be some alterations to the Kuroshitsuji Canon universe in order for the things I have planned to work. Angelina and Rachel are Fraternal Twins and so they are the same age, and have Ciel and Harry within a year of each other. Thought this up when I came to realize that Harry would've been born when Angelina was going to give birth in the canon, he would've been about a year old or so when the Kuroshitsuji storyline began. That would've destroyed my ideas and storyline completely, and would've had people questioning me constantly.

So, that's all I have to say for now. I hope that you all enjoy this story and will stick with me till the very end. Also if anyone would be willing to beta this story, please send me a PM!

Chapter I

The Master of Death, Reborn

None of the nurses could pry her child from her arms, and no mutters of assurance had any effect on the frazzled woman. Holding her child to her bosom, she felt her tears fall down her cheeks and drop onto her baby's soft head. The tiny body in her arms kept her grounded in reality, and kept her from getting lost in the memories of everything that had happened up until this very moment.

Angelina Durless, the widow of the now late Baron Barnett, held back a sob as tears well up once more as sorrow encompassed her. Even though he had known that he didn't possess her heart, as it had belong to someone else for as long as she could remember. He still had not only accepted this and loved her despite this, but he also had given her the one thing she wanted the most. Plus he sacrificed himself in order to keep her and their baby alive by shielding her body during the accident.

From what the doctor had told her, it was due to him taking the brunt of the accident that kept her from dying as well. Also, it saved her baby as well, though she almost lost him due to birth complications. It was a struggle, but her baby had escaped the cold hands of Death. The crimson-haired woman couldn't help but feel that her baby had fought to stay with her, even though he should've died. She was convinced that he had stayed with his mother because he could feel that she needed him more than anything. Nuzzling her nose into the tuft of red hair on the infant's head, she felt her love for this small being in her arms engulf her. She could do naught but bask in the presence of her child, because she knew that if she had lost him…

She would've gone insane….

"Madam…Lord and Lady Phantomhive are here to see you."

Straightening up at this, she adjusted the soundly sleeping bundle in her arms and nodded. It was no surprise that her dear sister Rachel Phantomhive nee Durless and her husband Earl Vincent Phantomhive had come to see her. Not even a moment later, the door opened and there stood her sister with a worry splashed across her face. Blinking, her delicate sister was by her bedside and tossed her arms around her shoulders.

"I'm…I'm so glad you're alive!"

Very slowly, she brought one hand up to place on her sister's shoulder and gently pushed her away. The blonde apologized for her behavior, but once again spoke of how she almost had a heart attack when she heard the news. Sadness was in her blue eyes as she gave her condolences for the loss of her husband. Closing her eyes, the red-haired woman had to keep herself from crying. Only a small pudgy hand coming to rest on her cheek prevented her from doing so. Red eyes looked down to see bright orbs staring up at her, and a toothless smile was on the now awake child's cute face.

"Oh! He is beautiful Angelina!"

Coming out of her daze, she turned to the side and looked up to see her sister looking at her baby with wide eyes. "His eyes are such a pretty green, and with that red hair…he's definitely going to be a looker when he grows up." Sitting back into her seat, Rachel tilted her head. "You're going to be beating those women off of your boy with a stick!" Laughing softly, she tightened her grip on her precious boys.

"I'd like to see them try."

Laughing while she fondly watched her sister, Madam Phantomhive knew that her nephew was going to be spoiled beyond all measure. A very familiar chuckle pierced the comfortable silence, and she turned around without ruffling the blue skirt of her dress.

"I see that my silly wife has gotten you laughing already…"

Instantly, Angelina's eyes snapped towards the door and there he stood.

Vincent Phantomhive smiled as he came to sit by his wife, his dark eyes slid over to the bundle in her arms and his smile grew softer. "Ah, it seems that my nephew takes after his mother…his hair is also the color of Lycoris that blazes the earth…" His gaze then drifted down to the bright green eyes that were staring at them with curiosity, and continued. "… His eyes are the color of the brightest Emerald that outshines any stone embedded in the Queen's jewelry." Looking at the Angelina, he continued to smile.

"James…he would've been proud."

Hearing that from him, she could no longer stop the tears that started to fall. Clutching her child to her, she didn't bother to hide her tears from her sister and her husband. Sympathy shined in her sister's eyes, and she placed a hand on Angelina's shoulder. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against her sister's.

"Do you have a name for him yet?"

Hesitation stilled her for a moment, but she shook it off. Nodding, she looked over at the two with a small smile. A name popped into her head, and while she didn't know why…something told her that this was the name for her child.

"Yes…Harlan…Harlan James Barnett."

Unknown to them all, inside of the child's body a green-eyed man slowly drifted off to sleep with a content smile on his face.

The Red Chronicles

Humming softly as his butler brushed his soft wild hair, Harlan James Barnett, the son of late Baron Barnett and the renowned Madam Red, smiled brightly as he took in his appearance. Today was his cousin Ciel's tenth birthday, and he was going to make sure that he wore his best red clothes. Just like his mother, he too was wearing an all red outfit that had been personally commissioned by his mother. A red short-sleeve jacket, red shorts, and black knee-high boots.

Placing the brush down, the butler put a red top hat on the top of his head with a slight tilt to the side. Backing away, the man placed his arm across his chest. "Do you like it Young Master Barnett?" Nodding with a large smile, the young boy hopped down from the stool. "I like it! I'm sure that momma as well as Ciel will like it too!" Spinning around his green eyes sparkled in excitement at the thought of the coming events of the day.

Not only would he be spending time with his favorite cousin, he would be able to give him the gift that he had been making for over a year. Going over towards his desk at the other end of his room, he gazed proudly at the figurine that was on the wooden plaque. In a fearsome stance was a dragon of his own design, which he called a Horntail. Picking up the figurine delicately, he placed it into the green box that was resting on his bed. Closing the box, he grabbed one of the red ribbons that had been given to him from his mother's suitors and wrapped around the box.

'Well at least it will serve a better purpose than as a token of bribing from some idiot trying to get with my momma!'

Harlan puffed out his cheeks in irritation at the thought of the presumptuous man, who believed that he was going to marry his mother. Wrapping his arms around the box, he rushed out of his room with his butler on his heels at his usual sedated pace. "Momma! Momma!" Turning around the corner, he darted straight for the parlor room where he was sure his mother was waiting. Bursting through the doors, his smile only widened as his eyes landed on his mother, whom was reading some papers and drinking some tea.

"Momma! I'm ready to go!"

Brushing her red bangs away from her face, Angelina Durless otherwise known as Madam Red in the social circles, turned and looked down at her pride and joy. Harlan was a true blessing to her, and she wasn't sure what she would've become if she didn't have him in her life. The red-clad boy threw his arms around her leg all the while mindful of the box in his hands, and laughed joyfully.

"I put my present for Ciel in the box you gave me! Plus I put on that red ribbon on it! Ciel will definitely choose to open my present before Lizzie's!"

Lifting the box up, he looked up at her with wide green eyes that were begging for approval of his choices. Placing her gloved hand on his windswept locks, a proud expression formed on her face. "I'm sure that he will as you are his favorite cousin after all." Smiling as she watched pure happiness burst to life on his face at the news. It was nothing new to the staff that watched the proceedings that their Mistress had raised the Young Master to love his cousin more than anything else, and many of them thought that it was absolutely adorable.

The young Baron Barnett was the light in the Barnett Manor, and everyone on the staff adored him. Many of the staff had been serving in the household since his father ran through the halls. While many had a small dislike for the widowed wife of their former Lord, they adored the young child that was very much like his father in personality and features. His green eyes were one feature that brought a sense of nostalgia to them.

One of the maids stepped forward and bowed to the Mistress and Young Master.

"A carriage is ready to take you to Phantomhive manor… I wanted to inform you that dinner should be ready the moment you and the young master come back."

Nodding apathetically at the maid, Angelina looked down at her son while smiling.

"It's time to go my son."

Quickly getting into the carriage, Harlan bounced up in down in his seat. His mother came in after him, and the door was closed behind them by a servant. Not a moment later they were pulling off and the scenery through the windows began passing by them quickly. Madam Red watched as her son hummed the little tune he was prone to doing randomly*. She had no idea where he had heard it from, but she thought it was a cute little quirk of his. Brushing her bangs from her face unconsciously, she tapped her finger on her knee in time with the melody of his humming.

Getting closer to the Phantomhive manor, it was Angelina who noticed that the carriage was coming to an abrupt halt. "Why are we stopping? Where not even at the manor yet…" Looking over at her son, she saw that he was looking out the window. Sure enough, the sight of trees blocked their vision. Opening the door, she leaned out and looked at the driver.

"Why the sudden stop?"

The man was shaking, and pointing ahead of them. "M-Madam…T-There…!"

Turning to look in the direction he pointed, her eyes widened in horror of the sight in front of her. Not a word escaped her as she stood there frozen in place. Harlan, worried about why his mother was looking at to cause such a heart-wrenching expression, he got up from his seat with his cousin's present firmly held. "Momma…what's going on?" Jumping out of the carriage nimbly, he too turned in the direction she was looking in and his eyes widened and his mouth fell open in alarm. Both of them could do nothing but stare in shock at the sight in front of them. Instead of the party that they expected, the Phantomhive manor stood there engulfed in a blazing inferno. Angelina dropped down to her knees, and clutched her hair which came undone from the up-do she had it in.

"SISTER! BROTHER!"

Next to her, Harlan's eyes were wide as well and horror filled his body as he looked down at the present that was clutched tightly in his hand. Shaking his head, he darted towards the front door not hearing the cry of his mother to come back. He had to save his cousin! He had to! "CIEL!" Getting to the top step, the next thing he knew an explosion rocked through the house and chunks of wood flew out. Flying back with the force of the explosion, emerald green eyes only stared blankly up at the sky as he felt his back hit the hard ground. He didn't hear his mother as she pleaded for him not to leave her too, and he didn't feel her arms wrapping around his body or the blood that was slowly dripping down his face from the cut in his forehead.

All that he could think of was the fact that his cousin was dead. Tears welled up in his beautiful eyes before they silently fell down his face as he fell into shock. The last thought that went through his mind was of his cousin, and the utter sorrow as his eyes landed on the present that sat on the ground a little ways away.

'Ciel…I didn't get to give you my present…I'm sure you would've loved it…I'm sorry I couldn't save you…'

Angelina held her child to her as he fell limp in her arms and screamed in agony.

Why?

Why did this have to happen?

Half-lidded green eyes stared at the angry red lightning bolt scar that was visible on his forehead. Letting his red bangs fall down, the proof of his failure was blocked from his vision. Getting up from his seat, his eyes landed on the dragon figurine that sat on his desk with a case around it to preserve it. It had been a year since the death of the Phantomhive family, and the charred bodies of his Aunt and Uncle were recovered. Ciel's body had yet to be found, and it could only be assumed that whoever had done this had taken Ciel with them. Brushing his bangs from his eyes, he turned on the heel of his shoe and made his way back to the door. He needed to hurry, his lesson were going to begin in a few minutes. Making his way down the hallway, he passed many servants that stopped and bowed to him as he passed.

Inside, Harrison James Potter, now known as Harlan James Barnett knew that they all knew something was different about their young master. As the piece wood cut that familiar symbol onto his brow, he had been forcefully awoken and was currently and slowly fusing with his new self. Messy shoulder-length fiery red hair bounced with his every step, and a small smile formed at the irony of it all. It seemed that no matter how many times he was reborn or what life he was born to, he would always lose family. His father before he was born, his aunt, uncle, and cousin…and slowly his mother, who was spending more time working at the hospital. Biting his lip, he then shook his head; he would make more of an effort to reconnect quickly with his mother.

He owed to both her and his own mother Lily Evans.

Something had changed in the child, which was the one thought that everyone agreed on. After the tragic death of his aunt and uncle, as well as the disappearance of his cousin, Harlan had seemed to mature. His lessons were taken more seriously, and he had taken to looking after the Funtom Company in his cousin's stead. Despite the Scotland Yard's conclusion that the young Phantomhive heir was dead, the red-haired child still kept to the idea that his cousin would come back.

Most of all, Angelina was worried about the change in her son.

Yes, he still laughed and played around occasionally…there just seemed to be this mature air around him. As if he was many years older than he really was. Something in his eyes just seemed to convey this, and she hated to admit it, but it frightened her. The deaths seemed to affect him on a whole other level than it did her, and she had no idea how she could help him. Glancing through her appointments, she sighed as she walked through the doors into her office.

Today she had been scheduled to do an abortion, the young woman was very adamant about it apparently. Inhaling deeply, she put on a smile and went into the office. "Good morning, my name is Angelina Durless and I shall be your doctor for today." Seating in the seat was a very pretty young woman, who anyone would mistake as someone of noble class. But her second hand clothes betrayed her real class, and to be honest, the red-haired woman was slightly surprised that she could afford the cost of an abortion. Adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, the red-haired woman sat down and looked at the information that was given to her.

"I don't be havin' time for all tha'…needs to get ridda this kid so I can keep mah job."

Angelina stopped her writing, and looked at the woman who seemed completely nonchalant about the whole situation. The woman narrowed brown eyes looked over at her impassively. Clenching the pen in her hands, Madam Red had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything that would cause a problem. "Are you sure about this…you won't regret it?" Scoffing the woman, brushed her wavy blonde ponytail over her shoulder and pinned her apathetic stare on the obviously put off woman.

"Havin' brats will mess wit mah work, can' attract business with brats runnin' round."

Tightening her grip on the pen and the papers, Angelina forced herself not to lose it. Here was a woman who still had the ability to bare children, and she didn't even want them. She only had her son, and she was sure that if she could have another child then he would've been able to project his love on a sibling to replace Ciel. Maybe he would've gone back to the way he was, and all would be well. Pushing up her glasses, the light overhead reflected on them and hid her narrowed eyes.

"I understand…"

'NO I DON'T!'

"We'll get started on the procedure right away."

'YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GIVING UP! I'D KILL TO GIVE MY BABY BOY A SIBLING TO LOVE!'

"Please go with the nurse to get ready."

'A woman like you… women like you…'

Watching the woman walking out of the office, she threw the pen to the side and didn't notice how it stuck into the wall from the force of her throw.

"I hate women like you!"

His hand slipped as he tried to cut the shape of the phoenix's wing, and a chunk was cut off. Putting the carving knife down, a small frown formed on Harlan's face as the dread only seemed to grow. Something was going to begin, and he was almost afraid of what this feeling meant. Biting his lip, he placed the phoenix down and called for a butler. He needed to know where his mother was, he had hoped that she would come home and spend the evening with him. Deciding to fix the mistake later, he got up from his chair and washed his hands. He had been trying to reach his magical core a bit earlier, and was dismayed to feel that it was blocked off by something. It seemed that like in his previous life, he would need to wait until his 11th birthday before he is able to begin using his magic.

But he had found that he could summon the 3 Hallows.

Glancing back over his shoulder, his green eyes darkened and a sadly amused smile was on his face.

There on his bed sat the three items that had doomed him to his fate of being the Master of Death.

A knock at the door took his attention away from the wand, cloak, and ring. Tossing his cover over them, he permitted the person to come in. The door opened to reveal his mother, who held a frantic expression on her face. Surprise was clear on his pretty features. After all it had been a while since his mother had come looking for him on her own accord. Seeing that he wouldn't get much done, he conceded control to his other self.

Harlan's felt the other give him control and he looked at his mother.

"Momma?"

No response came from her as she stared at him intensely.

Now he was extremely worried, moving towards the strangely silent woman he slowly brought his hands up. "Are you alright Momma?" As if those were some kind of magic words, Angelina dropped down to her knees and wrapped her arms around his small body. Pressing her face into the side of his neck, she began sobbing and tightened her grip on him. Worry glowed in his green eyes as he brought his hands up to pat his mother's head.

"What's wrong Momma?"

Stiffening, Angelina tightened her hold on his small body and shook his head. Pushing herself back, she placed her hands on both sides of his face and smiled all the while tears were streaming down her face. "It's nothing my little rose prince, just…momma is very happy to see you." Frowning a bit as he knew that something was bothering her, he allowed a smile to break out on his face for her sake. Though there was something going on, until she told him, there was no way that he was going to know about it. All that he knew was that he had to be there for his Momma after all, she was just as affected by what had happened, and he couldn't be selfish and feel like he was the only one suffering.

"I'm happy to see you Momma – I was coming to see if you were here so you can see my newest figurine."

Bringing up his hands, he played with a strand of her hair and a large grin spread on his face. "The paint I used was as close as I could get your hair color! It's going to be beautiful when it's finished!" His green eyes took in the way that she relaxed, and contentment filled him at how he was able to calm his mother with only his chattering. Releasing the strand of hair, he helped his mother up and pulled her by the hand towards the tea room.

While things may be a bit strange, he would make sure that they were as close as they were before that tragic day.

He had already lost most of his family.

There was no way that he was going to lose his mother as well.

End of Chapter I

Well that was the first Chapter of The Red Chronicles! XD Hopefully this length was long enough for you all, because this is the approximate length for almost every chapter that I am going to be putting out for this particular story. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter and will stick around for the next. Whether Ciel and Sebastian show up in the next chapter, it's unknown for now, but I do know that several other characters will probably be making their appearances. Some will be OCs while others will hopefully be totally unexpected. But all the same, I hope that I piqued your curiosity enough to stick around.

With this story, I wanted to try an update schedule…but in the end decided against it despite it being an interesting idea.

I've noticed that people with update schedules have been getting more reviews than those without it. Sad, cause people bitch about the schedules and review while others like me who don't do it…Get no reviews at all, and usually now have to wait over weeks to just get 5. Very lazy of you people, so now I leave you all with this nugget of wisdom. Please just leave a review, most importantly with a sentence or two about what you like or didn't like.

Flamers…just no, save me and yourself some trouble by just leaving. Unless you honestly want to make something out of it, and get your ass kicked in a verbal fight then be my guest.

Ja ne,

Shi Kami The Murderous Prodigy

*1: The Harry Potter Theme Song; why he knows this was a small joke for me!