Hi there! So this is my first fanfic, its an idea that wouldnt leave me alone. I hope those of you who'll read it like it and stick around. If you dont like it well, thats up to you but ill try my best!

To understand the story you'll need a basic understanding of Harry Potter, Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji, and Young Justice, but mostly this is AU. The characters are a bit ooc, but ill try my best to keep their attitude!

Disclaimer: Im just using two characters from each and in no way own any of them. The only thing mines is the monsters I try to make up and the plot.

Summary: Harry, Ciel, and Dick are all taken away from their Dimension and thrown into one far different yet similar to their own. And with them Voldemort/Tom, Sebastian, and Deathstroke/Slade are taken away too, to keep an eye on them while helping them since the fates seem to think they would make the perfect team. Crazy bunch of old folkes they are. Their one ticket to go back home: make the world more habitable for the humans that livethere to make their stand and win.

World Torn Apart

Chapter 1: The Lost World

Dimension 1: Nightwing / Richard J. 'Dick' Grayson. Year 2015

Up in the Justice League's watch tower, Nightwing previously known as Robin, was currently looking up some info about a possible mission with Batman and their new Robin. Meanwhile he was also arguing with Wally over his comlink about the better aspects of fighting hand to hand and with weapons.

For a while all was normal... well as normal as can be being thousands of miles away in a space tower full of superheroes. But anyways, Nightwing was just about to hang up his comlink and give a very impotant file to Batman, when he suddenly crumpled down on his knees clutching his head and screamed out in pain.

Everyone stilled a moment before Batman rushed over to him as did others. Before any of them could reach him though, there was a blinding blue flash of light and a final heart wrenching scream, then all was silent. As everyone there opened their eyes, they all saw that Nightwing, was no longer there.

Dimension 2: The Boy Who Lived / Harry J. Potter. Year 1997

It was another day at Hogwats School for Witchcraft and Wizardry for one Harry Potter. He was currently in his potions class brewing an anti-paralysis potion and so far was doing pretty good if he did say so himself. He was just about to add the second to last ingredient when a little too late he saw Malfoy throw in raw mandrake into his potion.

Luckily or unluckily Snape saw as well and just in time placed a spell to contain the explosion. It might of severly hurt at least half the class, if not at least the ones near the potion. For the first time Snape yelled at Malfoy for his stupidity and not at Harry, but both of them still got detention.

Not wanting to attract anymore attention Harry quietly cleaned up his station since thankfully Snape already cleared away the remains of his potion. Slowly Harry began to feel a bit off, first it was just a little light headedness, but slowly it became a migraine that felt as if the crutacious curse was specifically in there.

His body slowly began to shake garnering the attention of Neville who was sitting next to him. "Harry, you okay?" that attracted Ron and Hermione who were sitting ahead of them making all look at Harry questioningly. Said boy couldnt hear them from the pounding in his head.

His body was beginning to feel as if it was under the cruciatus curse as well but much worse. Snape zeroed in on Potter who seemed to be under intense pain. He was about to call the boy out, when there was a sudden burst of green light that blinded everyone for a moment. When he looked back to where the boy was, his heart stilled as he saw the he was gone.

Dimension 3: The Queen's GuardDog / Ciel Phantomhive. Year 1906

Ciel was at his mansion with Bard, MeyRin and Finny, Tanaka having passed away a few years ago. He was 31 but still looked like his 13 year old self since he was turned into a demon by Anna and Alois. He had finally told the others his secret when he let Sebastian go, and suprisingly they stayed.

Loyal to the end they said, though they all knew that this time they really meant the end for them. Finny looked the same as well and still had his strength so the both of them got along much better now, especially since Finny has matured and learned to harness his strength.

He has opened himself up a little more to them over the years, it was easier since everyone still thought he was dead, well except Agni and Soma who came unexpectedly one day and had found out Ciel was still alive.

Agni and Soma visited twice a week ever since then, being sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone what they had found out about. That leads to where they all were right now, at a park with Ciel using what little transformations he knew to alter his appearance.

Ciel was sitting with the others at the picnic table getting sleepy, he hadnt been sleeping well for a few months since his demonic powers kept shifting to try help him adjust to his new body. Though since he didnt have anyone to teach him how, his body was trying to do it itself, and it was exhausting.

He leaned against Agni and felt himself being picked up, he didnt complain so much anymore, ever since he let Sebastian go, they had coddled him trying to make him feel better. No amount of protest stopped them even to this day. They coddled him every now and then even though he was an adult trapped in his small childish body.

He felt himself being set on someone's lap sideways with his head on who he guessed by the smell and firmness was Soma. As the carriage began to move he felt a headache beginning behind his eyes but tried to ignore it in favor of trying to get some sleep. He soon realized his headache was getting worse as his body began to feel like it was being torn apart.

The pain suddenly stopped but returned with a vengence. He screamed while thrashing around trying to make the pain go away but nothing worked. Soma tried to restrain him so he wouldnt hurt himself but as he finally gripped Ciel's arms there was a blinding red light and when he looked back in his arms, Ciel was no longer there.

Dimension 1: Deathstroke the Terminator / Slade Wilson. Year 2015

Slade was currently in Metropolis meeting up with Luthor. He seemed to have an interesting proposition in return for a certain job to be done. He figured he could pass some time while he waited for final instructions of a previous job. He entered the tall building Luthor had just opened and walked to the elevators as if he owned the place. He could if he wanted anyways.

He went to the top floor, meeting some pathetic guards who tried to get in his way, since it seemed Luthor lacked advising them he'd be having a guest. He strolled into the mans office without knocking, irritated that he had to waste his time with his ridiculous staff. "Ahh, Deathstroke. Thank you for comming. Hope you dont mind the welcoming commity out there, just had to make sure it was you that arrived." Luthor spoke pouring himself a glass of champaigne and filling another raising it in offering.

Slade merely stared at im from behind his mask, he was begining to wonder if this was a real waste of time. He sat down in the provided chair ignoring the offered beverage and got straight to the point. They spoke for a good quarter of an hour before he began to feel a nauseating pain in his skull. Soon it fell like he was being flayed and frozen at the same time.

He let out a grunt as a particularly nasty throb pulsated thorugh his head making him loose eye contact with Luthor, but before either of them could comment there was a surrounding gold light that engulfed him. Once the light was gone, it revealed Slade was no longer there.

Dimension 2: Voldemort / Tom M. Riddle. Year 1997

Voldemort knew something was wrong when he was reborn. First of all, the insatiable desire to crucio everyone was a dead give away. The second, he couldnt hold onto coherent thoughts for very long, black outs occured more times than he cared to count.

He was speaking with Severus about creating a potion for his 'lapses' and also to try to cure the insane desire to keep hurting everybody. His death eaters werent as dumb as portrayed to be, they didnt join him just becuase he pointed his wand at them telling them he would torture them for the rest of their lives if they didnt.

He was currently in his room trying to focus on not blacking out and comming back to himself with a few dead bodies. He had to control this! He sat infront of the fire meditating feeling a headache begin behind his eyes. It steadily grew stronger until he couldnt stand it no longer. He made to stand but crumpled as a monsterous throb made him slightly shout in pain.

He vaguely heard his doors burst open, before seeing a multitude of colors before him, then blacked out. The death eaters that entered froze as they saw their master get swallowed by a blinding black light that went away leaving nothing but the bare ground.

Dimension 3: Unknown Demon / Sebastian Michaelis. Year 1906

The shadowed demon smirked at the human laying before him, its eyes slowly losing its light of life, bleeding from all the gashes in its body. He leaned down and sucked in its miserable life, its dying soul and made sure to let the shinigami know it was him by leaving a mark of a raven on the body. He stood back up making his way to his current human house in San Francisco, it was still dark since it was the very early hours of the morning so he took the streets.

He had been thinking of Ciel these past few months, wondering if he had been killed or if he is going through the torture of slowly transforming alone. He knew he was supposed to stay to help the little devil but he did not want to stay near him. He had worked so hard for three years, three long and tenuous years for his delectable soul, only to have it ripped away from him in a moment of carelessness.

It was law, no matter what, that fledglings were to be helped, taught, and protected until they had proven to be able to fend for themselves. It was rare to have fledglings since it was rare for demons to transform from children, the adults were normally either killed off or proved to be able to fight for themselves, but the children were as precious as they come since they were so rare and malleable.

He came out of his thoughts as he walked up the steps to his house but he stopped as he sensed something was comming. He turned around to look out into the city since his house was on the hills and slowly yet surely he saw the vibrations. No human would be able to see them since it was early but he could tell the Earth was begining to shift.

A few minutes later his prediction came true as waves after waves of shocks went through the ground shaking it like a salt shaker, houses and buildings began crumbling down, fires began to break out causing panic to begin. He watched on as smoke began to fill the air along with burnt flesh and wood and had a forboding feeling.

He saw his house begin to fall apart and he rushed to go in to get his cats. Before he could reach the front steps though he dropped to the floor as he felt his head pound. It felt as if Satan were in there knocking him about again, but this was worse, far, far worse. He screamed out in agony but it was drowned out with all the other wails and sirens of the city. He began to lose consciousness the last thing he saw was his house begin to topple over him and a blurring purple light.