Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Young Justice. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I just felt like this would be the perfect place to stop this chapter. I might be a while updating, but I'll try to keep it as frequent as possible.
Sirius Black had had enough. He was running away today, and that was that. He had packed a bag filled with the bare essentials,sneaked down the stairs, and had almost made it to the front door, when his progress was suddenly interrupted. "Going somewhere, Sirius?" Sirius whipped around, and found his Father blocking his escape route. Sirius wondered how he could make his voice casual and dark at the same time. "I have thought long and hard about this Sirius, and I have decided that having you around is hurting the family. I would have thought that at the age of fifteen, you would have grown up just a bit, but if you can't grow up, then you are a nuisance that cannot be tolerated."
"If you're gonna kill me, than get on with it Father." Sirius said bravely. "I'm not a fool. I know I need to be dead for everything to truly be passed on to Regulus."
Sirius's Father Orion gave a cold, cruel laugh. "I'm not going to kill you." he said in a voice hardly above a whisper. "I can do worse. I have stumbled across a spell, one which forces the victim into another realm. It will look as though you have died, and you will be the problem of those in the other realm."
"Not if I can't help it." whispered Sirius.
Orion laughed again. "You can't."
Sirius knew he was in trouble now, as he felt the curse begin to take effect, squeezing him through time and space.
BREAKLINEBREAKLINEBREAKLINEBREAKLINEBREAKLINE
Sirius groaned as his head hit the ground. "Where am I?" he muttered. His vision cleared up a bit, and the blurry shapes above him faded to real images, and he saw three people, each with some form of mask covering their faces.
"Who are you?" asked a blonde girl dressed in green.