Chapter 3

The King And The Rose

Walking towards his relatives, Harry could not stop smiling as he thought about what tomorrow may bring. For once he felt like his age, a kid with a new toy.

As he made it to the carriage he hastily got in, because the longer he lingered the angrier his uncle seemed to get. The ride back to the Dursley's home was a silent one, surprisingly. Harry thought that his cousin would be crying to get home or cry that he was tired, but nothing of a kind happened.

Once they were back and indoors, Harry started walking to his room when he gave a yelp. His uncle had grabbed him by the hair rather roughly and started dragging him towards, what he liked to call the suffer box. It was a small box that could hold a full grown, skinny teen and no bigger. It was in the back yard in the far corner. When he was really truly in trouble and his uncle was too tried to just beat on him, his uncle would put him in the suffer box. It is like a heat box, inside is an unbearable heat that Harry, the few times he was thrown in there, knew that by morning he would be found unconscious if his uncle kept him there till morning.

As Harry's uncle threw him in the suffer box and locked the door, Harry smiled when he thought about the day that his relatives will come to an end.

Ciel Phantomhive? He's strange. Not at all like the others. He had an air around him that screamed dangerous and that made Harry's skin crawl. Even the butler had that kind of vibe. It is exhilarating to know that he would meet them again and when that time comes he will try and find out as much about them as he can.

Closing his eyes, Harry drifted off into a dream of screams and blood, and was gone from the world till morning.

"BOY, GET UP. THE CARRAGE THAT IS DUE TO PICK YOU UP, WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE NOW," Harry's Uncle yelled at him as he opened the door to the Suffer Box. "Put these clothes on and hurry."

Grabbing the clothes, Harry ran to his room to not make his uncle angrier and changed. His uncle once again gave him Dudley's old formal ware. This one, like the other, was a faded green, but this one also had some faded blue around the linings.

"BOY, IT'S HERE," Harry heard his aunt yell.

Running up the stairs, eager to leave this disgusting house, Harry was about to go through the door when he was stopped by his uncle that started whispering in his ear, "If you say anything or even a hint about what happens to you in this house hold… you will be sorry, that I can promise."

Nodding his head unemotionally his uncle let him pass and headed to the carriage. Looking to see who the driver was the first thing he noticed was the red eyes.

Sebastian, thought Harry as a chill went up his spine. Sebastian jumped down and opened the carriage door as Harry made it there.

"Mr. Potter," Sebastian greeted with a small bow of the head.

"Harry, Please." Harry insisted with a false smile of innocence.

Sebastian smiled and whispered, "As you wish, Harry."

Climbing into the carriage Harry sat down and waited to be off. The ride was a silent one, and Harry was grateful for that.

Once they reached the mansion Sebastian once again opened the carriage door for Harry.

"Come, my master is in his study and is waiting your arrival," Sebastian said, as they made it inside the mansion's doors.

As Harry followed Sebastian, he took in the familiar surroundings from when he was there at the party and the unfamiliar surroundings as they went upstairs and down a hallway.

When Sebastian stopped in front of a door he knocked and waited until the familiar voice of Ciel Phantomhive gave the order to come in. Sebastian then opened the door and stood to the side until Harry was completely in before closing the door.

Harry looked around the room immediately remembering every detail and then his eyes landed on his host. Ciel was sitting to the side in front of a little table that held a chess set, but what was off about this picture was that Ciel was messing with a red rose between his fingers.

As Ciel looked at Harry's emerald eyes he smiled and gestured his free hand to the chair on the other side of the small table and said rather then ask, "Would you like to play a game of chess, Harry Potter."

"Just Harry, Earl Phantomhive." Harry said as he sat down.

Chuckling the Earl nodded, "Then you must call me Ciel." Turning his head he looked at his butler and commanded, "Sebastian fetch some Earl Gray for me and our guest."

Sebastian nodded and quietly walked out of the rom. Harry watched him as he left he had honestly forgotten the butler was there as he talked to Ciel. He will not let that happen again. That mistake is what makes muggles get killed and he was not about to die like them.

"Harry."

Harry turned his head back to Ciel as he heard his name and asked as he looked at the chess set, "Who will go first."

"How about you go first. You are my guest after all." As he spoke he sat the red rose down by the chess set and waited.

Nodding Harry made his first move and that is when they both knew that the game has begun. A game where they both had to protect their Kings.

This is going to be fun, Harry thought darkly.

I will update next week. Sorry for taking so long and please review.