So here's a new fanfic based on my (current) favorite anime, Kuroshitsuji! (Hurr team Alois/Sebastian~) It's definitely a crossover… I thought it would be kinda fun to throw some demon-ness into Hogwarts. Now mind you, this is based after Kuroshitsuji 2… so not spoiling anything… but you know what happened to which characters. *hint hint* The main plot of this is about the main demon's kids… you know… the ones that we never heard about. :D And I'm not naming ANY of them after me this time. (Big change for me… :P) So please, enjoy!

In multiple places around the world, seven half-demon half-human children were continuing on as they normally do. Jonathan Sutcliffe was filing his dad's papers for him… again… since his dad, Grell Sutcliffe, always spent more time going out to kill people then he did doing his actual work. The twins—Alice and Alexander Michaelis—were sitting in a little art studio in Paris, trying to capture the essence of the Eiffel Tower while their father, Sebastian Michaelis, was away serving his current master. Esther Spears, daughter of William T. Spears, was out shopping at the mall with one of her friends… Demon friend, that is. Jenna, who really didn't have a last name, daughter of the Undertaker, was watching Dracula in her pitch-black basement for what seemed like the hundredth time. Jackson Faustus was cleaning up a mess that his little sister had made for his mother, who was bed ridden due to pneumonia, since he was the man of the house… or second man of the house, right behind his older brother. Last but definitely not least, Jason Anafeloz was working quietly and obediently in the little coffee shop on the corner of 5th Avenue in New York city.

They were all very different from each other in multiple ways, but one thing was true about them; they all had either a demon parent, or a death god parent. The magic aura that surrounded them could make a non-human creature mistake them for just about anything, and that's exactly what happened in one strange case; each one of these children received a letter inviting them to come to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in mid July.

*Alice and Alexander Michaelis*

"It seems we've received an invitation for a school, brother," Alice said emotionlessly to her twin brother. His blood-red eyes stared into hers dully as he set down his paint brush.

"And?" Alexander's straight, raven hair hung down to his shoulders, shining in the weak sunlight. His hair covered up most of his hauntingly beautiful, icy pale face, but Alice could clearly see the curiosity etched in his face.

"It's to a wizarding school." Her berry-pink lips curved into a half smile. "Should we go? We don't do much around here anyways, and I don't think dad would care all that much. He's always encouraging us to get out and explore." She tucked her straight, raven-black hair behind her un-pierced ear and sighed. "It seems redundant, but I'm getting bored of Paris. We should go." She blinked her ruby red eyes, framed with a thick, full rim of pitch black lashes at her brother.

"Then we will," he replied with a grin. Though he wouldn't show it, the thought intrigued him; going to a school for wizards. "Do you think it will make a difference if we do our magic with our hands instead of with wands?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. Magic is magic, after all." She tugged lightly on the hem of her corseted high-neck black shirt. Her and her brother's clothing style was oddly old-fashioned for the decade and their age—they were both only twelve, but dressed as though they were one hundred—but they found it more suiting then the current bright styles. The only thing that they had adapted to was skinny jeans. Alexander wore a black button up shirt with a black vest over it, and of course, dark jeans. Both of the twins were oddly tall for their age—over 5'08" each.

"Then we'll go," Alexander said, smiling slightly.

*Jonathan Sutcliffe*

Jonathan ruffled the aged papers angrily. This was the second time today that the stupid death form had gone missing. He cursed aloud to himself as he sat back in the worn office chair. He took the opportunity to re-read the letter he had received earlier that day.

"Hogwarts…?" he said aloud to himself, a sly grin creeping onto his lips. He could visualize his neon green eyes flashing at the moment, as he twirled his long cherry-red hair around an elongated finger. "Sounds fun," he purred. And it would probably give him a chance to see his love, the lovely Alice…

No, he couldn't fall in love with Alice. His father had been pushing for him to have a relationship with Esther Spears; his bosses daughter. But of course, that wasn't what he wanted.

He sighed and put his head on top of the cool wooden desk. Maybe I should go…

But then there was the work. What would his father think if he just left? Probably not much. At the most, he'd be slight pissed that he didn't have someone to do his overdue work for him. He flicked a crinkled photo of his father's man crush—Sebastian Michaelis, the legendary demon—off of the desk into the rubbish bin. But then again…

If he left, his father might actually learn how to do his own work. He bit down on the inside of his cheek with an overly-sharp tooth.

"Yes, I think I will," he said with a laugh, tossing his hands into the air in delight.

*Esther Spears*

"So I got this letter yesterday…" Esther said with a sigh, ruffling through the designer shirts in the Saks 5th Avenue junior's department. "It was an invitation to this school for witches and wizards in England. I'm not really sure if I should go or not."

"Well would you be happy there?" Alana asked, eyeing a shimmering emerald green blouse on the Chanel rack.

"Probably. I mean, it is England, after all." Her glossed lips parted into a wide grin. "And British boys. I could definitely live with that."

"Then you should go. But one question: can you even do magic?" Alana tossed her curly red hair over her shoulder.

"Of course I can. After all, I'm the daughter of a death god." Esther held a purple skirt up to herself. "What do you think?"

"Well… the purple would make your green eyes stand out, but it might draw away from your hair. But I just don't like black with purple. I would go with the red shirt instead. And about the school, you should go. It would be fun."

Esther pursed her lips. "Okay, I'll go… but a new country means a new wardrobe!"

*Jenna*

The dark form of one of the world's most famous non-sparkly vampires appeared on the screen. The cold light that the plasma flat screen television gave off lit up the paper in Jenna's small hands.

Dear Ms. Jenna Undertaker, you have been invited to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry…

The letter particularly thrilled Jenna; it had been her dream for many years to be pulled into something unusual. And by unusual, she meant had nothing to do with the whole demon/death god world. This was just the opportunity she had been looking for.

She blew her long grey bangs out of her face. She was always looking for an escape from reality, and this was just the chance she needed. Of course her dad wouldn't care—he always talked about this marvelous school that he loved so much. After all, he had known the founder… Salazar Slytherin was his half brother, and Jenna's uncle. Sadly, he had died in a duel. Jenna had never gotten to meet him (counting on the fact that he was several hundred years older than her) but she really wished she could have.

But one thing was for sure—she would be going to this school no matter what.

*Jackson Faustus*

Jackson sighed as he dumped the broken glass into the trash. How his sister had managed to get hold of one of his father's very expensive wine glasses, he didn't know. When his brother would get home for the night, he didn't know. Jackson seemed to not know a lot these days.

He sat at the end of the couch to look at the letter he had received only a day ago., inviting him to come to some magic school. It sounded fun to him, but he had so many responsibilities…

He shook his head to ward off the unpleasant thought of all of his responsibilities. No, he was only a child. He shouldn't have to do so much. The cooking… the cleaning… the washing… the shopping… He had basically had to do every household duty while his brother wasn't around, and then when his brother would come home every night, he'd just go to bed because he was so exhausted. It was like that every day. He wasn't even sure what it was that his brother did during the day, but he knew he didn't have a job.

"What do you think, Maggie?" He asked his two year old sister, who was smearing carrot mush all over her face.

"Gaa!" Great, that was just the answer he was looking for.

Jackson sighed. This was one of those times that he really wished his dad was there, but no, he just had to go off and get himself killed. (A/N: Time lapse issues…)

And that was the moment that he decided he'd go to Hogwarts. Not for himself, but for his mother. If he could learn how to take care of his family any better than his father had… He smiled at the thought.

*Jason Anafeloz*

"Here's your coffee, ma'am. Have a nice day," he said as he handed a pudgy middle-aged woman her grandee cappuccino with cinnamon sprinkles. Like she needs the extra calories…

He smiled warmly at her as she left. He couldn't help being a people pleaser—it was in his genes. He ran a deep chestnut hand through his neatly groomed bleach-blond, nearly lilac hair and stared into the glass counter before him. Below the reflection of his violet eyes was the crinkled letter he had received no more than a day ago. The smile faded from his handsome face. Oh, what to do… what to do…

He knew if his mother was around, she would encourage him to not go because he had 'personal duties' to accomplish. But he wasn't like his mother. He thrived for new knowledge every day, trying to learn new, exciting things that could push him further in life. The thought of learning magic intrigued him. He could use his skills to help people or all types, maybe not even people. Maybe demons, or death gods, or monsters—

"My tea," a wiry woman in pink started. "Where is it?"

"Just about ready, ma'am," he replied softly. And sure enough, her jasmine tea was ready in seconds. He handed it to her and watched her leave, the bell above the door ringing as she left. It was people like her that made him want to quit his job.

And he found that the perfect opportunity to quit so he could get a real education. So that he could explore a new side of life.

So all of the young death children had made their decision to go to the same school at the same time. What they did not know was that their paths would cross more than once on their journeys, and each encounter with each other would bend their fates more and more, until they snap. And when they snap, they would have the biggest battle of their lives—the battle between life and death.