Hiya guys! It's been a while since I've updated my stories, but I'll be doing it a bit more often now that I've got more free time on my hands. I've been on the "anime phase" lately, and thought I would post this story. It's been gathering dust on my drive for a couple of months now. I'll also be updating my other stories, so not to worry. I hope you all enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler). However, I do own Alex.

Pairings: Undecided for the moment

Warnings: Language, Character Death, Possible Adult Scenes, Sadism

The blood was pounding painfully in her ears, her vision blurred as she darted through the trees. She paid no mind to the scrapes and cuts on her arms and legs, nor the crushing feeling in her ribs; her brother being the only thing on her mind, calling his name out desperately as she ran.

Everything felt different. She didn't know what it was, but even the forest surrounding her had a foreign vibe to it. It scared her, and frustrated her to no end. Eventually she stopped in the midst of the trees and doubled over, panting, ebony wand clutched tightly in her hand.

Harry… Where are you, Harry?

She couldn't feel him through their bond; the mental link they had shared since they were eleven years old was simply blank, like unused parchment, and she feared the worst. Was he hurt? Was he dead?

She moved onward, at a slower pace this time. She was drained, physically and magically. After what seemed like an eternity, she spotted a clearing ahead, a small sigh escaping her chapped lips.

Barely out of the forest grounds, her fatigue took over, blurred vision registering a blonde figure looming over her as she collapsed, darkness consuming her completely.

"Young Master! Mister Sebastian!" The Phantomhive maid, Mey-Rin came rushing into Ciel's study, causing both master and butler, who had been preparing the afternoon tea, look up at her. "Finny's found a stranger near the estate, yes he did!"

Ciel's eyes narrowed, "Is that so? We shall see to this then. Let's go, Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord."

Everyone gathered around the person slumped on the grass. A girl who looked like she had just run through a war zone (which she technically had), with her clothes tattered and torn, and covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Ciel thought she was oddly dressed, but what caught his attention at the moment was the stick she held so tightly in her hand. Curious, he knelt down and pried her fingers off, before observing the wood. It was nothing but a fancy looking stick with a smoothened surface and detailed handle. Odd, indeed.

"Sebastian, take her to one of the spare guest rooms and get her cleaned up." Ciel ordered.

Sebastian bent down and picked up the girl, idly noting how light she was. "Yes, my lord."




Spells went flying one after the other, endless streams of light flying through the air.

"Gah!" Alex hissed in pain as a slicing hex grazed her stomach, blood and sweat seeping through her already torn shirt. Ignoring the pain, she twisted her body and fired curses at the Death Eaters trailing after them.

"We have to get out of here!" called Harry as he ran alongside her, Ron and Hermione close behind them. Thanks to Dobby, they had managed to get out of Malfoy manor, though barely. Bellatrix had struck at the poor elf before he could apparate them out of the manor, but it was enough for them to make it out themselves. The barmy witch did quite a number on Hermione as well, and the twins could tell she was having a bit of a hard time catching up. Alex admired the witch's strength and resilience as she kept going.

As they neared a clearing, Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and apparated both of them out of the forest. Alex moved to do the same thing to Harry. She grabbed his forearm, and as their surrounding began to warp, a flash of bright blue light headed their way, engulfing them before they could fully disappear.

The twins screamed in sheer agony. Their bones felt like they were being crushed, skin pricked, and insides twisted. They felt as they were forcibly wrenched away from each other, and Alex yelled out "HARRY!" the same time he had screamed "ALEX!", and another flash of light blinded her.

Alex's eyes snapped open and she abruptly sat up with a gasp, only to groan as pain wracked through her body. It took her a couple of minutes to notice that she was no longer in a forest. She hoped it had only been a dream, but a glance around the room told her otherwise. It was a large room with navy blue walls, and the décor looked like something out of a pureblood manor. Dread filled her at the thought. Was she in…?

"I see you're awake, my lady." Said a voice. A tall man stood a few feet away from her bed; he had dark red eyes, and black hair framing his face. Alex's first instinct was to grab her wand from her pocket, only to note two things: she didn't have her wand, and she wasn't wearing her own clothes.

Her cheeks reddened at the fact. She was all cleaned up and her stomach was bandaged beneath the plain white nightgown she now wore.

Her bright green eyes narrowed slightly, reminding Sebastian so much of an angry cat that he almost cooed at her but restrained himself, as she eyed him warily, "Were — Were you the one who dressed me?"

Sebastian smiled pleasantly, though Alex could tell it was obviously fake. If there was one thing Alex had learned whilst being amongst Slytherins, it was perception. Slytherins never trusted outer appearances. She didn't like the vibe she got from him either. It was pricking at her magic and just absolutely screamed 'danger'.

"Yes, my lady. I have tended to you, just as my master ordered."

This did not ease her discomfort in the least. Damn it, where was her wand? "Where am I? And who are you?" she demanded.

"You are in the Phantomhive estate, my lady. And I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler of the Phantomhive household." He said with a slight bow, a gloved hand to his heart.

Phantomhive? There weren't any purebloods or notable half-bloods with that surname. Perhaps I'm in the muggle world? That would be a relief and trouble at the same time. Alex thought. And whoever the Phantomhives were, they were obviously wealthy, but a bit old fashioned.

"How did I get here?" she asked.

"Our gardener found you injured on the grounds." Said Sebastian, "If I may ask, how you managed to attain such injuries?"

"I—"she paused. What should she say? She didn't trust this man. For all she knew, he was a Death Eater disguised as a muggle butler. That, and he didn't seem very… human either. He must be some sort of magical creature, if not a wizard. "I can't tell you that."

"Oh?" Sebastian's lips twitched with amusement, "And why is that?"

"Well, excuse me for not divulging my personal life to a complete stranger." Alex snapped at him.

"My apologies. But may I at least know your name, my lady?"

Alex pursed her lips slightly, "That depends. Are you willing to tell me what you are in exchange?"

Sebastian smirked, dark eyes gleaming, "Why my lady, I am simply one hell of a butler." His eyes then glowed bright red for a moment before returning to normal. Alex had confirmed what he was then. She had only ever read about his kind in books; she didn't think they actually existed. And if the widening of Sebastian's smirk was any indication, he knew that she had figured it out.

She opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. A young boy then strode in. He had bluish-black hair and quite a serious look on his pale face. Alex blinked as she caught sight of the eyepatch on his right eye, the other bright blue orb staring straight at her.

"It's nice to see you awake, Miss." said the boy, and he tilted hid head slightly "Welcome to the Phantomhive estate. I am Ciel Phantomhive, head of the Phantomhive family."

Alex's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. Head of the family? But he doesn't look any older than me.

Both Ciel and Sebastian were amused at this reaction.

"You gave my servants quite a scare." said Ciel, "Tell me, who are you, and what were you doing near the mansion?"

She hesitated. This boy was a muggle. She simply couldn't tell him she was on the run from dark wizards. Then again… She briefly glanced at Sebastian.


Her eyes snapped to Ciel, and Alex let out a heavy breath through her nose, "My name Alex. I was… being chased, and somehow ended up near your mansion. I did not mean to trespass. I apologize."

Both boy and butler noticed the hesitation.

"Chased? By whom?" Ciel demanded.

"Like I told your butler, I can't tell you that."

Ciel bristled slightly with annoyance, "And why not?"

"It's a risk, on both our safeties."

"And you think leading those people here would be any better? For all we know, they could have followed you to the mansion."

Alex crossed her arms stubbornly, her emerald eyes meeting Ciel's sapphire ones in a glare. As much as she didn't want to admit, he had a point. She contemplated the risks of telling the boy. She was seventeen, so there was no need to worry about the trace. But would the Ministry be alerted if she were to use magic in front of this muggle? One wrong move could expose her location to Death Eaters. However, she doubted this boy — Ciel, would let her go so easily if she left his questions unanswered. She was wandless, and she doubted physical strength would do any good against that… butler.

Damned if I do, damned if I don't, Alex sighed.

"Fine." She snapped, "What do you know about magic?"

A bewildered expression crossed Ciel's face before he scoffed, "Magic? Like wand waving and spells? That's ludicrous."

Alex's lips curled into a slight smirk, "Says the boy who has a demon for a butler." The look on the young Phantomhive's face was absolutely priceless. And clearly she wasn't the only one who thought so, if the curl of Sebastian's lips was any indication.

"How did –"

" – I know? It's quite simple, when you know what to look for." Alex replied with a light shrug of her shoulders. "He isn't the first inhuman being I've encountered, and is only one of the many that I've learned of. Let's see… they're spawns of hell, and it's said that their true forms are quite horrific; they have enhanced senses, speed, and strength; they feed on souls; they form contracts with humans and cultivate the soul to their liking, later feeding on them once the contract has been completed. I'm also guessing that the contract mark is behind Ciel's eyepatch and the back of Sebastian's hand." Alex recited, tilting her head at Sebastian, "Have I missed anything?"

Sebastian chuckled, "You seem to have gotten most of it, my lady."

"Sebastian," Ciel's expression hardened as his attention shifted to his butler, "How much do you know about her kind?"

Alex had to wince at his choice of words, ones that her aunt and uncle had often used before. It hurt a bit to hear someone else refer to her as such, stranger or not. "You say that as if I'm a foreign species." She commented dryly.

"Witches and wizards are humans who possess magic, my lord." Sebastian began. He had noticed her expression falter, but said nothing. "And they are grouped by what they call blood status. A pureblood is one whose parents are both descended from magical families, a half-blood has only one magical parent, and a muggleborn is one who comes from a purely non-magical family. They are also said to be the weakest of the three."

They turned to Alex as she chuckled bitterly, "Oh please. One of my friends is a muggleborn, and she is worth far more than any bigoted pureblood who think they are better because of blood."

"And what are you?" asked Ciel, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm a half-blood." Alex stated, "And I'm not ashamed by it. It doesn't matter to me."

Ciel and Sebastian exchanged a look, and for a moment, Ciel looked to be in deep thought, before he announced, "I have a proposition for you."

Alex hummed in acknowledgement, staring at him with caution, "I'm listening."

"I will let you stay in this mansion as my guest, and in exchange, you will help me in achieving my ultimate goal." He proposed.

"Which is?"

"Revenge." He replied with no hesitation.

"You contracted a demon to achieve something as trivial as revenge? Quite petty, don't you think?" Alex questioned, flinching at the pain when she moved to get off the bed.

"My parents were brutally murdered. I hardly find avenging their deaths a petty matter." Ciel said coldly.

Alex stiffened for a moment, her gaze once against meeting his as she whispered, "You too?" Ciel heard it quite clearly. He saw the understanding in her eyes, not pity. With those two words, he knew she meant it. She knew what it felt like.

Alex weighed the pros and cons. On one hand, she didn't trust this boy, or his butler. Demons were dark and manipulative by nature; they were cold and cruel; they were ruthless and deadly, and basically the embodiment of evil. Then again, they said the same things about Slytherin, but Alex never regretted becoming one. On the other hand, it wasn't like they knew who she was. She would have somewhere to stay until she found Harry, figure out what that spell had done to them both, and continue the hunt for the Horcruxes.

After what seemed like an eternity, Alex broke her stare, and nodded curtly, "I'll accept your offer, Lord Phantomhive, on one condition."

Ciel's eye narrowed, "Yes?"

"I would like my wand back, if you please."

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