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Summary: It has been six years since Soul Evans discovered he was a wizard and met Maka Albarn. Now their friendship and their loyalties to the DWMA will be challenged as the wizarding world descends into chaos with the rumoured resurrection of Asura. Following the leftover trauma from the Grimm Times and the more recent wizarding wars in Britain tensions are high and when Soul and Maka are confronted by Kishin spies, everything falls apart. Harry Potter AU.
My submission for resbang2k14, this year is my first time entering resbang and I super hope you like it. My artists for this fic are keksfanxxx and cojode, check out their art!
Thankyou so much to my beta Otakittycat for giving my ideas and saving my ass when I needed it
Anyway, on with the story.
Category One
Soul was certain of two things, one; he definitely regretted helping Maka pass transfiguration, and two; he should've never told her about how he first found out about his wizarding abilities because he was stuck as a spoon inside Maka's pocket as she climbed the steps to her dorm room in the Gryffindor tower.
It was a mistake, really, and he's there he was, stuck in the cottony darkness of Maka's robes. What was worse was that his best-friend had given him no fucking warning before she transfigured him; the brat was one of the few people who had mastered the art of silent spells before she was eighteen. Albeit there was never any verbal warning with her, it was usually an unspoken nod directed at him before she cast a spell on him but sometimes she forgot to give him that warning before she cast spells.
This was one of those times.
At the beginning of his first year at Death's Wizarding Magical Academy he had promised her that he'd teach her how to use the internet and other muggle contraptions which had resulted in some strange pact that left him safe and excluded him from future flying lessons. Soul guessed that this whole muggle education system was what really cemented their friendship. It sure as hell hadn't been teaching her those transfiguration sessions because they were hell. Nonetheless Maka – a bookwormy Gryffindor girl – had taken the title of best friend (and occasionally partner in crime) so here he was, in the Gryffindor girl's dorm room, which was completely forbidden and had some crazy powerful wards that Maka had still managed to work around, trying not to remember his brother and spoons and waiting until the coast was clear so Maka could change him back.
When he first found out about his wizarding abilities he was only eleven. His family was normal, wealthy and 'cultured', living in a big house in the prestigious part of New York. They frequented concerts and pushed their high expectations (one's derived from his brother, Wes', success) onto Soul leaving him feeling useless and talentless like most kids on his block.
That all changed when he had accidentally turned himself into a spoon in a desperate attempt to hide from Wes in an ill-advised game of hide-and-seek. Soul then spent the next three days freaking out as his parents sent out search parties and even put his face on the 7pm news. Finally, after a couple of days of panic and an overwhelming urge to pee, a strange red-haired man appeared on their doorstep with an envelope in one hand and a 'wand' in the other and presto! Soul was no longer a piece of cutlery Wes had used to eat breakfast that morning.
That was six years ago, now he was an idiot whose best friend is the daughter of said red-haired man who in-fact is his transfiguration professor and constant thorn in his side. The only consolation was Maka setting the old man's robes on fire every-time she caught him ogling some poor girl's boobs which in Spirit's case was all the time.
But still, there Soul was, being snuck into the girl's dorm so he could teach Maka how to use the internet because Blaire was buying her the wrong books and god save them all if Maka was left without her books. The last time it happened she was crazy grumpy and nearly burnt down half the library because she couldn't find a decent fiction novel to read.
When he was finally pulled out of her pocket and transfigured back into human he flopped onto her bed and waited for his best friend to join him. She pottered around for a while, making sure her dorm-mates were indisposed before giving him the death glare for messing up her bed. A few minutes later Maka dropped next to Soul, one of her pigtails wacked him in the face and he received a mouthful of hair before she finally made herself comfortable. When she was Soul was jabbed in the side by one of her elbows which was her official signal to start the tutorial.
Soul explained how to use his phone briefly, ideally he wanted to use his laptop but it had shorted after an attempt to recharge it with magic backfired so he was left with his phone.
The only good thing about the Gryffindor tower was that there was a fairly decent wifi signal, after a painstaking explanation of how his phone worked and how to surf the web (which included how to order books from Amazon and getting her to promise to pay him back for anything she ordered) and left her to her own devices.
His only consolidation with these little tutorials in muggle technologies – and everything they fail to mention in their Muggle studies class – was that she was a fast learner and had some experience with the stuff before her mom left to play Quidditch for the DC Skulls.
Bored, Soul poked around the dorm. There were a few crazily messy beds and clothes strewn all over the place, the Gryffindor dorms were quite similar to the Hufflepuff ones, Soul still disliked the place because of how high up they were, he preferred to be closer to the ground.
Well at least he knew why he was sorted into Hufflepuff.
Moving on, despite the colours and location the dorms were very similar to his, except there were more girly things like bags of make-up and little lamps that decorated the place. Well that and there was a lot of red.
Someone (Maka no doubt) had charmed several of the girls' duvets to make them prettier, you could definitely tell which bed belonged to Liz, Gryffindor's prefect.
Mostly the girls got away with modifying the dorm rooms temporarily, Liz was eternally grateful towards Maka and Marie never managed to find her way up here for inspection, besides, she had a sweet spot for the Gryffindor girls.
It was really amazing what Maka got away with in this place. Soul should have expected it though, Maka had grown up exploring this castle, she knew the ins and outs of DWMA better than most, she could get away with quite a bit and she has already. Her dad was their transfiguration professor, and her mom was a Captain for the DC Skulls which in the wizarding world was important.
Lord Death was just lucky that she was studious and not like Black Star who also knew all the ins and outs of DWMA to a point where he knew where all of the girl's baths were.
In a way Soul was jealous of everyone who grew up in the wizarding world, knowing who they were and who they would be, Maka was especially sure and it hurt a bit to know that he was lagging behind her trying to figure out what to do with his life.
He was a wizard and he was pretty good at transfiguration but that counted for jack-shit compared to Maka who was Gryffindor's esteemed seeker. She was truly gifted and was destined to follow in her mom's footsteps, playing for the US internationally.
When he watched their practices and their matches, Soul swore Maka had wings, on numerous occasions he had seen her practically surf on her broom. She was scarily good at seeking, the snitch was near impossible to see yet she always managed to catch it quickly. Really, she was born to fly and that brought her that much further than Soul.
He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to get Maka as a best friend. He was lucky he even made it past his first year without her, the only thing he was good at was transfiguration and for a while he was even beating Maka at it. That was until she cornered him near the Quidditch pitch and had him levitating for a good five minutes before he caved and promised to teach her how to transfigure, hell he even threw in some free lessons in muggle studies if she promised to never levitate him again.
He still cannot bring himself to look out over the balcony at the astronomy tower after that but he knew without a doubt, that he didn't regret that day.
'…?" Caught up in his thoughts he missed Maka's panic.
"SOUL!" Maka decked him in the back of the head with one of her books and woke him from his stupor.
"What! Geez woman that hurts!" Soul grumbled and turned to face her.
She was bright red and had accidentally redirected herself to some porn site. He couldn't help but laugh and spent the next twenty minutes with a raging headache trying to explain porn and how to avoid (or ignore) the pop-ads.
When she snuck him out of her dorm room and the Gryffindor tower he checked his phone and found that she'd ordered a heap of sappy romance novels from Amazon (she REALLY owed him). When he looked further back he frowned, because one of her searches was about finding ways to cast a patronus.
He knew she struggled to do that but he didn't think it had anything to do with her memories.
It was common knowledge that the Gryffindor Quidditch team played dirty, their captain was notorious for it so there was no doubt that the team earned their fair share of detentions. Their latest trope was purely Maka's idea which was why she alone had to clean out the Botany shed (Soul no longer regretted teaching her how to transfigure people). Soul had decided that he may as well help, purely from the kindness of his heart (Maka promised to do his homework for him if he helped… that and he was somewhat at fault as well) and so there he was, mucking out a month's worth of leaves and animal shit.
"You- " Soul grunted as he hefted another pile, "better be doing that potions assignment for me"
"As if Soul" Maka mumbled from under the tables, "Stein would notice"
"This is not some favour that can be repaid in astrology homework; this is slave labour and must be repaid in kind", Soul grunted again and chucked another pile of leaf litter out through the window.
"SOU-"
"SSHH, Shut up"
There was a peculiar hissing noise and what sounded like mumbling and then the door to the botany shed flung open and revealed Chrona and their rowdy cat Ragnorak who after a minute of hissing and a lot of crunching and cracking was no longer a cat, but a dark mass of a man. The nervous mumbling continued until Ragnorak turned to Chrona and yelled at them to shut-up.
Soul was still surprised that the pair hadn't noticed him until he saw Maka still under the tables chanting words under her breath. He quickly scooted under the table and out the other side, determined to get around them and out the door with Maka in tow when all the doors and windows slammed shut. They huddled under a row of pots containing nightshade and tried to wait Chrona and Ragnorak out. Clearly the two were up to no good and Ragnorak was definitely not a cat.
"Animagus", Maka whispered in Soul's ear when the two got particularly rowdy, "One of the Kishin, no doubt"
"How can you tell?" Soul whispered back.
"There", Maka pointed at the man's shoulder, "The markings, in the middle of the alchemic circle is an eye. That's how you know" Maka whispered back, "that and they usually eat their victims' souls to attain their magical ability".
Soul felt sick, the wizarding world was crazy complex and had many different laws to his own muggle world but still, devouring the souls was just disgusting. As he was trying not to be sick Maka was focusing intently on what the pair was doing.
When the bickering began again, Soul felt Maka tug on his robes, trying to direct him quietly to the door. This plan of escape would have worked if Maka hadn't tripped over an inconveniently placed pot and made enough noise to both break her invisibility charm and alert the Chrona and Ragnorak to their presence.
They were fucked! Soul panicked and grabbed Maka by the arm, hurriedly pulling her up and towards the door.
When Ragnorak turned to face them and Soul pulled Maka closer and backed up to the door, trying to turn the handle and get out without taking his eyes off the pair.
It was locked.
They were screwed.
When Maka realised that there was no escape she began flinging curses towards Ragnorak, trying to buy him time to unlock the door but no matter what he tried.
"Maka"
"What ?!" Maka hissed through her teeth as she dodged an incoming curse.
"It won't unlock"
"WHAT!" Maka practically yelled in Soul's ear as she turned back to Racknorak, throwing a stinging curse at the man.
Soul ignored her trying to figure out just how to survive the situation when he heard Maka yelp in pain. When he moved to curse at the pair Maka hastily gripped his wand, "We can't hit them, the curses just rebound"
She pulled him down just as a curse hit the door leaving it scorched, "Soul we need to get out of here, we can't hit them! We can't do anything"
Her panic was affecting her, the hand on his arm was warmer than before and he knew that they were trapped. There was nothing they could do.
They were cornered.
They were going to die.
They were going to DIE and Maka was just standing there stupidly in front of him as Ragnorak aimed for her chest. He didn't even hear the words; he jumped in front of Maka and took the brunt of the spell.
There was an intense white hot pain in his chest and Maka was screaming.
The last thing Soul saw before he blacked out was a wall of nightshade pulling itself over him.
At least she was okay.
She would survive this.
Even if he didn't.