Twist by Hellhound15

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY PLOT, HARRY : I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY PLOT, HARRY POTTER, OR BLACK BUTLER. IF I DID I WOULD BE RICH AND TALENTED.

"Will it hurt?"

Sebastian smiled inwardly. It had been such a human and childlike thing to ask.

"Yes, a little," he hesitated, searching for a few words of reassurance that his past contractors had all searched for. "I'll keep it as gentle as possible."

"Don't," Sebastian startled and nearly raised an eyebrow at that. Well, that deferred from the reactions of his previous contractors. The young master kept surprising him. "Make it as painful as you can. Carve the pain of my life into my soul."

The butler knelt, a Cheshire grin working its way into his lips. His young master was so interesting. He placed his only hand over where his heart would have been if demons had hearts, and tilted his head downward subserviently, bowing down to his young master's order.

"Yes, my lord."

Ciel tipped his head back into the stone bench, watching as his butler tugged off his white glove with his teeth. The demon reached out, caressing the boy's soft cheek, before slipping off the eye patch in a smooth motion and dropping it onto the ground.

A mismatched pair of eyes stared up at the butler and in response, Sebastian's own eyes glowed an eerie crimson and his pupils slitted like a cat's. Ciel closed his eyes, his soul drifting from his flesh container as he willingly gave it up to a demon. The demon leant forward, lips parted to form a mocking smirk.

"Then, Bocchan..." If it is your wish.

At the last possible moment, he stopped.

The (ex-?) butler stood and swept away, not even staying to watch the soul fragments disperse. His past words drifted after him, long after the darkness had swallowed him up.

"We will see each other again."

After all, the young master had wanted it to be as painful as Sebastian could make it, and the demon's damned pride would not allow him to disobey such an order. It was such a shame that the boy had not specified what.

Sebastian had figured that taking into account the fact that a soul bound to a contract with a demon would not be allowed to pass through neither the Gates of Hell nor the Gates of Heaven, it would have to be sent through the reincarnation stream.

Sebastian smirked.

Their contract had not yet ended.

Not until he had devoured the boy's soul.

After much threatening and cursing of James Potter's family jewels, much whimpering from said grown man and much teasing from James' supposed best friend, Lily finally gave birth to a healthy boy.

In the end, the new mother got to rest, her husband didn't have to be paranoid about the attachment of his fingers or his precious manly parts, and Sirius got to take a look at his godson.

"Congratulations, Prongs," the new godfather began, staring down at the newborn nestled in a few blankets. "So... wat'cha gonna call him?"