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Here's the next chapter of Emeralds and sapphires, hope you enjoy. And for those of you who are curious I won't linger long in the Harry Potter universe, this fic will be focused on the black butler world. Please leave a review!

Warning: This story contains slash (HarrisonXCiel) and will get quite angsty in parts. This chapter contains character death. Manipulative!Dumbledore. Not as fluffy as last chapter.

I do not own Harry Potter or Black Butler.

Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder where he'd gone wrong. He knew that he'd plenty of mistakes but this one had to be the gravest.

Harry James Potter was dead.

Harry hadn't shown up at Hogwarts but Dumbledore had dismissed the feeling of dread in his stomach. He was sure the boy was fine; he had probably just been delayed. But a week had passed without the boy showing up and when he had gone to 4 Pivet drive he had quite literally witnessed his years of planning falling apart.

He should have listened to Minerva but alas it was too late now.

But they still needed a hero to defeat Voldemort. So Dumbledore mentally repeated the mantra 'it's all for the greater good' over and over again as he prepared the summoning ritual. The ritual was quite specific. It would only summon a version of Harry that had magic, was the same age as the Harry who had died, was male and was on the brink of death.

In Dumbledore's mind it seemed to justify summoning the child from his home universe if he was about to die. After all he was saving a child and giving him another chance at life

The child's appearance didn't matter; Dumbledore wasn't against using dark magic to alter the child's face or body so that it matched Harry's perfectly. He was also prepared to wipe the child's memories and implant new ones so it would be like Harry never died. Quite an ingenious plan if he did say so himself.

Finishing the final stroke on the runic circle Dumbledore put the bottle of unicorn blood, which he had used to paint the runes onto the floor of the dungeon, back on the shelf.

The scent of burning herbs wafted through the air as Dumbledore sliced his palm open with a ritual knife. Holding his hand out over the runic circle he allowed a couple of drops of blood to splatter onto the circle as he started to chant.

Line-Break

Harrison remained silent as they roughly bound him to the stake. Bundles of straw and sticks were piled up at his feet. The ropes were tight enough to cut off his circulation and rubbed at his skin painfully. Yet he refused to show any signs of discomfort or pain.

To either side of him his parents were in the same situation as him. His mother was no longer crying and instead glared defiantly at the crowd that had gathered in the centre of town to watch them burn. Harrison could see his father trying to escape the ropes but they all knew it was futile.

Harrison's breath caught painfully when he saw a priest approaching with a flaming torch.

Suddenly the reality of the situation hit him.

He had to get out; he had to save his parents. He'd already accepted his death but he wouldn't allow his parents to die as well.

The sound of the priests footsteps against the cobblestones almost seemed to mock him. He started to thrash against his binds, ignoring the way the ropes bit into his skin.

The priest approached his father first and Harrison was horrified to see the way his father slumped in defeat. All his life his father had been this courageous man, facing all his problems with his head held high and his eyes shining with determination. He'd been Harrison's role model and to see him look so defeated was jarring.

His father knew he was going to die and there was nothing Harrison could do to stop it.

Against his will tears streamed down Harrison's face as the priest bent down and lit the bundles at his father's feet. The fire spread quickly and soon engulfed James.

The sound of his father's screams seared themselves into his memory. It was a tortured and inhuman sound, and Harrison wanted nothing more than to block his ears or turn away but he was unable to do either.

The smell of burning flesh filled his nose and he had to swallow back bile. He felt numb, as if none of this was real. This couldn't be happening. He must be having a nightmare. Any second now he'd wake up and find out none of this was real.

It wasn't real

It wasn't real

It wasn't real

Itwasn'trealitwasn'trealthisisn'thappeningthisisn'thappeningnononono

But he didn't wake. This was real, this was happening.

Harrison screamed and cried and thrashed yet it did nothing. He was unable to look away from his dying father but he could hear the pained whimpers and cries his mother made. The priest turned to his mother with a vicious gleam in his eyes and Harrison knew what was about to happen.

On that night Harrison was forced to watch his parent's burn.

Line-break

Dumbledore let out a cry of victory when he felt the runic circle activate. It had needed a lot of magic to fuel it, and it would take him a while to recover, but he felt that it had been the right thing to do. The boy appeared in the middle of the runic circle and slumped to the floor unconscious.

Once he'd deactivated the runic circle he carefully approached the boy, his hand resting on his wand just in case the boy woke. He was shocked to find that most of the boy's clothes had been burnt badly and now resembled rags that barely covered him.

The boy's skin was blistered and seared. The sight made him feel nauseous and he quickly set about healing the boy well making sure he stayed unconscious.

It took two full hours to heal the boy's extensive injuries, most of which were second or third degree burns.

After drinking and energy restoration potion, to replenish the magic he'd used when healing and summoning the boy, he started on altering the child appearance. The boy's looks were similar to Harry's but they were more fine and aristocratic. A couple of spells fixed that up in an instant.

He also made the boy's hair a couple of shades darker while making his eye colour lighter. After that he erased the boy's scars, including the ones caused by his burns, before adding the famous lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

After a few more minor adjustments a mirror image of Harry Potter lay before him. The boy had remained unconscious through the whole procedure but Dumbledore needed him to be awake to replace his memories.

He cast a rennervate quickly followed by an incarcerous. Ropes sprung from his wand and securely bound the boy. Said boy woke slowly but strangely enough he didn't struggle nor did he speak. He just lay their limply, his eyes blank and his posture defeated.

Dumbledore set to work quickly, making eye contact with the boy and entering his mind. He scanned the boy's memories, wincing when he saw the demise of the child's parents, before casting obliviate after obliviate.

When he was finished the boy was nothing more than an empty husk.

He didn't see a point in the ropes anymore since the boy was to brain dead to do anything, so he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. The boy didn't even respond to his sudden freedom and if Dumbledore wasn't mistaken he was even drooling slightly.

He reached into his pocket, which had an extension charm on it, and pulled out a wooden rectangular box that held the vials with Harry's memories. He careful pulled each memory from their vials and placed them into the boy's mind.

But since Harry Potter passed away years ago he had to make up two years worth of memories to put into the boys head. It took him a while but he managed to create some satisfactory memories. They all followed the bland routine of chores, school, cooking, more chores, and bed. Which is what Harry had had to live through.

After that he quickly checked the boy's magical core, finding it more diverse and untamed then Harry's. It was quite a surprise to find out the boy had the potential to become both a parselmouth and a metamorphmagus.

He bound the boy's magical core till it roughly resembled Harry's and locked away most of his abilities. The boy's core fought back and struggled against the binds but didn't stand a chance against Dumbledore's powerful magic.

And with that Harrison Damon Potter knew no more. In his place lay Harry James Potter, soon to be saviour of the wizarding world.

Sorry that this chapter was so short, I promise the next one will be longer (Hopefully)

Peace out!