A/N This is going to be another weird crossover of mine. This is a Harry Potter/Soul Land 1&2 and a little of Tales of Demons and Gods. If it goes over well I'll do a Tales of Demons and Gods crossover separate.

Another thing to know not all characters from Harry Potter will be here. Have fun and enjoy. This is certainly going to be different.

Harry's POV

Tears filled his eyes as pain erupted in his side. The world had turned to shit in the last ten years. Muggles had found out about the magical world. Just like the purebloods thought. They had not taken to meeting wizards well.

Instead of trying to make peace they had made war. Hogwarts was gone. Destroyed by an atomic bomb that had destroyed the castle and the magic around it. Pureblood manors had likewise been destroyed.

Magical children taken from their families. Many of the tortured or used for experiments. With the bombs being used very few places were left habitable.

The few humans left were all hunting each other down like animals. Harry was the only magical left alive. Alive was stretching it now. He could feel the life draining out of him from the wound in his side.

A ragged looking muggle came to stand in front of him. The barrel of a rifle was pointed directly at his face. Without fear he looked at the muggle. If this was where he was to die then so be it.

The muggle said, "Damn magical. If it wasn't for you our world wouldn't be in such a shitty state. I'm doing the world a favor by killing you."

He was in too much pain to respond. All he saw after that was the the man pulling the trigger. Then nothing.

An undetermined period of time later he found himself still self aware. It shouldn't have been possible. Then again the impossible always happened to him.

Out of the darkness came a figure. It was dressed in a black cloak. Somehow he knew it was death. What else could have been there?

Death gave a dark chuckle as it said, "You are taking your passing much better than I expected. Most people are in denial for a long time, my little master."

Little? He didn't care if this was death or the devil himself. He was NOT little!

Death chuckled again, "I like you my master. Sadly you are dead. Now you have two options here. You can go on to as you humans call the afterlife. Or you can go to another universe. I can guarantee that you will be surprise by what you find find there. If you choose that world and die that's it. There will be no third chance."

He didnt want to go to the after life. No way in hell was he choosing that.

He said with as much confidence as he could muster, "I choose the different universe."

Death nodded and said, "Good choice. This universe will be far different from your own. I wish you the best of luck."

Darkness enveloped him again. When he opened his eyes he was staring up at a woman with brown hair and green eyes.

She smiled down at him as she said, "Welcome to the world Lukas XaioFan."

Six years later

When Death had said this world this world was different. He had not been kidding. In this world people had what was called a spirit essence. Spirit essence could be anything in the world. From a hankchief to a dragon. When it was unlocked they either had spirit power or they didn't. Those that did were sent off to schools to train and become spirit masters.

No one knew what their spirit essence would be. Not until they turned the age of six. Then a spirit grand master from the spirit hall would visit their village. Most of the time it was a once or twice a year event in his village.

His village was a small no name village. Most of the world didn't know they existed. His father was the local blacksmith. He was also the town drunk. It wasn't very often the man was sober enough to walk much less wield his spirit essence.

For his part Harry was no longer known as Harry Potter. Instead he was called Lukas XaioFan. His mother had died shortly after he was born. That was when his father started drinking. What little work his father got tapered off after that. Lukas was practically raised by the village elder.

The old man had been more of a father to him than his own. Elder Won made sure he went to school. Always made sure he had plenty of food.

Lukas still had all his memories of his previous life. This allowed him to cook for himself and his father when he was strong enough. The only time his father really cooked was when it was his birthday. Today was his birthday and the day that his and the other children awakened their spirit essence.

It was a short walk from his house to the school. The other students were walking as well. Most gave him a wide berth. No one wanted to be around the son of the village drunk.

Upon entering the hall he saw a blond haired man. The man had grey eyes that pierced into each person as they entered. If Lukas had not faded down worse he might have been intimidated by it.

The man introduced himself once they were all standing in the room, "My name is Lucien YaoFan. I am a level 26 Grandmaster. Today I will guide you to your spirits."

There were about thirty students around him. Not all of them were from his village. Some were from the neighbouring villages.

YaoFan continued, "Today you will have your spirit essence awakened. You will have your essence level tested as well. Those of you who are worthy will become spirit masters. Watch carefully."

The man focused. At first it seemed nothing was happening. Then the air around them began to change. Lukas could feel the power coming off the man. Then it materialized around him.

YaoFan snarled, "Lone Wolf transform!"

His appearance began to change as two rings formed around him. One was white and the other gold. Spirit masters had rings the color represented the age of the spirit beast they killed. YaoFan's once blond hair was now silver. His silver eyes tinted with red. Canines doubled their length and so did his nails. So that was the power of a spirit master.

One of his fellow students started crying. He was one of the students that Lukas didn't get along with. They tended to bully or ignore him.

YaoFan said grabbing the boy by his collar, "There are two types of spirit essence. There are beast spirit or took spirit. Lone Wolf is a beast spirit."

YaoFan focused once more. A golden light encircled the boy forming a seal on the ground. So this is what an awakening looked like.

YaoFan said to the boy, "Hold out your right hand. Focus on the image in your heart and your spirit shall appear."

Despite his sniveling the boy obeyed. The light surrounded him. It took a moment but something began to appear. What he saw astounded him. While it was possible to have a handkerchief spirit essence it wasn't common. Not for good reasons like the white tiger spirit. The handkerchief spirit had not attack or defensive properties. All it was good for was wiping tears and snot.

YaoFan said holding out a crystal ball, "Put your hand on the crystal ball. Let's test your essence level. Junk spirits have no attack, defense, or supporting attributes. Your spirit is a tool spirit. Even by normal standards it's a junk spirit."

Ouch that was mean. Even if Lukas didn't like the other kid he wouldn't have said that. The boy tried his hardest to get the ball to glow. To no ones surprise it stayed dark.

YaoFan continued with a sigh, "Only the people who have an essence level when they awaken can train their spirits. Essence level is very important to a spirit master. It determines the level which you begin training. You do not have a level. The rest of you line up. I will awaken your spirits one by one."

Lukas was forced to stand at the back of the line. Not that he minded. If he was the last to be tested then he could see if anyone was going to be a spirit master.

It seemed that was a fool hardly dream. So far they had only had tool spirit. Not a single beast spirit. Soup bowl, cooking spade, empty bottle, shovels. Not a single one had a spirit level either.

By the time there was only one other person before him there had been four handkerchiefs. That was sad. There was nothing he could do about it.

The girl before him spirit was awakened. He winced at the sight of it. A blue river grass spirit. The grass was everywhere. Animals wouldn't even try to eat it even if they were starving. He watched as she tried get the crystal ball to glow. Unsurprising it stayed dark.

YaoFan said sounding bored, "Last one, Lukas XaioFan. Concentrate. Make out the image from your heart. Materialize it in your hand."

Something about his awakening was different. At first there was a sensation in his hand and a howl signalling that he had gained a spirit. That would have been normal. However when YaoFan turned to look at him. It was as if he was moving in slow motion. A sensation similar to the mark on his hand went across his eyes. Then it was over. People moved normally again and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

Before him stood an all black wolf it's eyes were blue like the sky. Lukas could feel the power that came from his spirit. A similar power to when YaoFan had activated his spirit. Lukas' was weaker but that was to be expected. He had just awakened after all.

The man looked at the wolf and said, "While it is a beast spirit I don't sense anything special about it. It just seems to be a regular wolf. That is disappointing. Even spirit beasts of a measly ten years have some kind of attribute. Maybe he will serve as your protector. Its not good for much else."

He called it back into himself as YaoFan held out the crystal ball. Lukas focused his energy into the ball. The man had turned as if expecting it to stay dark as it had with the others. To everyone's surprise it didn't. He could feel harmonizing with the wolf and his eye spirit.

The orb glowed a bright blue color. It was like looking at the ocean before muggles had destroyed the world.

Vaguely he could hear YaoFan saying, "This junk spirit..."

He could hear the village elder running in. By the footsteps there were more people with him. Likely the kid's parents.

YaoFan said, "Essence level harmonization. What a rare talent! The highest level a person can reach when their spirit is awakened."

The elder's eyes went wide as did the adults. Everyone wanted to be a spirit master. It was every child's dream until they reached the age of six. That's when most of them lost the dream. Only once before had someone born in the village had achieved a level. It had not even been a full harmonization.

The elder said, "Well he must go to one of the spirit master schools. I will take him myself tomorrow."

A school. Interesting.