Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Kuroshitsuji! All rights belong to their respective owners. This plot was adopted from Silver Melody217

The only thing I own so far was this opening idea of a partial cinematic record movie theater for wizards. Awesome huh?

AN: This story is rated M for Mature! And this story is slash meaning boy on boy meaning gay content. Don't like don't read! Reviews will be cooed over and flames bragged about since they are a right of passage for authors and I have yet to get one

AN: This will contain citrus written for you by my perverted Beta FEARMEfrancis

Pairing for this story: Sebastian/Harry (cat boy, duh)

(I am a line break stop looking at me!)

"Sit right down ladies and gentlemen and prepare yourselves for the show and performance of a life time! I, Grell Sutcliffe, shall take you on this daring journey and show you a story so emotional, so interesting, and so heartbreaking that you will never find another to compare!" proclaimed a voice from the shadows, a voice that emerged as slowly as the speaker did. Revealing a sharp teethed crimson haired man.

"I shall start at the beginning by introducing our star, Harry Potter. You may think you know him, but I can honestly tell you that you are all wrong. For this Harry Potter led a very different story than you're used to." Proclaimed a boisterous and flamboyant acting crimson haired man as he danced around the room.

"Harry Potter had never wanted a lot from life. Nor had he expecting anything much. He had planned on one day getting a nice job finding someone he loved to marry- of either gender- and settle down and have a hoard of children, either adopted or his own. Life, however had different plants for Harry Potter.

"You see, Harry Potter was a wizard. WAS, since now he is much more than that, but that will come later. Now: Harry James Potter was born a wizard, after his parents died he was sent to live his mother's sister and her abusive family. Ten years of forced servitude, starvation and beatings later and Harry Potter received the letter that would change his life. His Hogwarts acceptance letter.

"Now some of you might be wondering why he was so excited to be invited to a school named after a pig's pustule. Well, it just so happens my young and clueless friends that this 'pig pustule' is the greatest school for learning the art of magic in Europe. Now your ignorance has gotten us off subject. Stop interrupting me with your loud thoughts and let me continue!

"Now Hogwarts for the average student was pretty standard, as they only heard of little Harry Potter's fantastic and dangerous exploits in the castle. To them, it was just the exciting story they got to hear at the end of the year, nothing else. For Harry and his friends, however, it was much different.

"Not many eleven year olds face a bunch of enchantments made by teachers, and survive. Much less in Harry's case survive a possessed teacher trying to kill them.

"Nor do many students have to deal with being ostracized for an ability they didn't have, nor did they have to face a basilisk, an active horcrux, or have a teacher try to erase their memories.

"Most thirteen year old little boys aren't told a murderer is out for their blood have dementors take an unhealthy interest in them, find, and confront said murderer only to find them innocent and then help then and a condemned hippogriff escape.

"Most fourteen year old boys are not forced into a tournament, ostracized by most of the school (again) and win only to watch their new friend die.

"Most fifteen year olds are not publicly slandered in news papers by the government, terrorized and tortured by an agent of said government, invade the building of said government to save their falsely convicted godfather, only to find it was a trap and watching their godfather be killed.

"Ironically most of little Harry Potter, and now I am talking about his stature, sixth year at school was normal… if you include practically stalking a peer who was a death eater, finding a horcrux and being ordered to by his mentor to feed him poison get the horcrux, get back to the school having his mentor killed in frount of him, and finding the horcrux is a fake.

"And finally, the 17th year of his life, on the run , finding horcruxes, destroying said horcruxes and the end of what would be the school year culmination in a battle in which he lost many friends and loved ones.

Yes this was little Harry Potter's life sad yes?"

"Hey! Put away that hankie! I'm not finished, and I refuse to be interrupted by nose blowing! Humph! You people are so presumptuous as to interrupt me like that! You're lucky I like you all so much or I would have quit long ago. Now where was I… oh, yes, I was just getting to the good part which is where our story starts."

"Along the way of Little Harry's mad adventure he gained the loyalty of three very powerful objects: The Deathly Hallows!

"… What are the Deathly Hallows? Were you raised under a rock! What is happening to the school systems? Honestly! I am not explaining these in detail. Look them up on your own time. I'm not being paid enough to tutor you in History as well as tell the full story of Harry Potter's life." ranted a fuming Grell Sutcliff

"Basically thee magical items give you mastery over death, the elder wand, the resurrection stone, and the clock of invisibility. Well most idiots think just finding them is enough, but no you have to gain their allegiance. They will test you, and little Harry Potter is the only one to date who passed those tests. He actually tried to get rid of them, like that worked!" Grell said exasperatedly.

"I've gotten off topic and it's entirely your fault again! Now stop distracting me, and if I start rambling stop me!"

"Now Harry Potter tried to get rid of the Deathly Hallows and tried to go on to a normal life. He started with trying to become an animagus. Well, the first attempt failed spectacularly, culmination in his ears turning into cat ears and having a tail even in human form. Then he finally succeeded and he found his form was an Egyptian Mau. Unfortunately for him, little Harry Potter, still referring to his lack of height, was not going to get a normal life.

"It all started when he met a strange, and slightly creepy, long silver haired and scared man. Now, I am not going into detail; that's for later in the tour of Harry Potter's life, but basically the man told Harry that the Deathly Hallows had made him King of the Shinigami,or death gods whose job it was to reap the souls of those destined to die watch their life in the form of a cinematic record and judge them accordingly. Needless to say Harry tried to run from the creepy man, failed and in an act of desperation over powered and messed up his apparition taking into the far past, to London in the Victorian era. The age of the Queen's Watch Dog.

"Now I'm done with my part of the tour if you'll follow me we'll get you seated in the time traveling invisible and intangible chairs. Now Ladies and gentleman you won't be able to get up, but don't worry for you no time will pass. Remember they can not see, hear smell touch or even taste anything you do. But to ensure you don't bother your fellow patrons silencing spells will be put on you as well as the sticking charms! Now pick a seat, there are menu's for drinks and snacks that will come up at some point during the cinematic movie. Now every one comfy? Good! enjoy the show!"

"This is a story of the ages ladies and gentleman, a story that will suck you in, a story that will only be told once, and you are the lucky viewers." Proclaimed Grell in a theatrical striking a rather embarrassing to look at pose.

With that the long red haired shinigami known as Grell Sutcliff pushed the red button and sent the annoying wizard patrons in their tour of their precious savior's life.

"All I did was go on a second rampage, destroy half a castle and dye King Harry's hair red! Its not fair that I be forced to endure this in order to pay for damages! And the uniform is so hideous!" Wailed the red head shinigami only to have the supervisor smack him over the head.

"Grell you have another load of customers coming through! Get to it!" He barked.

Grell eeped and practically ran to the entrance.

Mean while the people silenced and sticking charmed into the chairs watched as their savior landed in a heap on the street in cat form injured… only to be picked up by a little girl….