Chapter 1: Maka

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or Harry Potter

A/N: This story takes place right after the Book of Eibon in Soul Eater, and the a few months after the defeat of Voldemort

It was a typical hot day in Death City, Nevada. I had become acclimated to the heat here, but it was almost unbearable today as I walked up the many steps to the DWMA. Lord Death had called us here on a special long-term mission.

"I wonder what Lord Death has in store for us," my weapon partner, Soul, said.

"All I know is that it will be a while before we are back here in Death City," I said. "I think I will be glad to be out of this desert, though."

Soul smirked. "Yeah, the heat is totally uncool."

We walked up the rest of the steps to the place we had gone to school for the last few years. It is where we learned all that we know now. The building itself was rather intimidating at first sight, considering it did have three skulls right out front, and eight towers hiding who knows what. Not every room in the DWMA was used for teaching.

I was one of the many meisters there. I just happened to be a two-star Scythe Meister, which was pretty good for a sixteen year old, but this wasn't my greatest feat. My weapon was a Death Scythe. We had gotten 99 Kishin egg souls (twice) and one witch soul. Soul and I were still trying to figure out all the powers we had grown into since he became a Death Scythe.

We made our way to the Death Room, where Lord Death presided. He was there waiting for us, along with our friends Death the Kid, his weapons Liz and Patty Thompson, and my good-for-nothing papa. Black Star and Tsubaki hadn't shown up yet. Our group made up most of the Spartoi, or elite student group. We greeted Lord Death, Kid, and the Thompson sisters, and I mumbled something to Papa, who went off in the corner saying something about how I hated him when he loved me so much. I decided to ignore him. My Papa may be a Death Scythe like Soul, but Soul was ten times better than he was already.

"DON'T WORRY EVERYONE! THE GREAT BLACK STAR HAS ARRIVED!" Black Star exclaimed as he and Tsubaki walked into the Death Room. Black Star's cocky attitude used to bother me before, but I got used to it. There was no other way I could still be friends with the guy otherwise.

"Hi everyone," Tsubaki said rather modestly compared to her meister.

"Hiya!" Lord Death said. "Now that everyone's here, let's get down to business!" Papa came back over then, putting on his professional face again. "I am sure you are all wondering where this special mission is and what it is you will be doing. You will be going to England to protect Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

All of our mouths dropped. A school for witches and sorcerers? I couldn't believe it. Was this a joke maybe? That wouldn't be past Lord Death. Was it maybe a test? Whatever it was, it couldn't be true. Meisters and weapons needed a witch's soul to create a Death Scythe. Why would we want to protect them? We were natural enemies.

"Surely you can't be serious, Lord Death?" I nearly yelled. "Why would we protect our enemies?"

"I assure you Maka the witches and wizards at Hogwarts are not our enemies," Lord Death said. "Just with meisters and weapons, witches can be good or evil. This school happens to teach the good witches, like our Kim!"

I was still skeptical of that. I had seen one too many evil witches to believe there was a whole school full of good ones. I could tell I wasn't the only one. Soul and Kid both had the same look off skepticism on their faces. Everyone else seemed complacent. "When do we leave?" Liz asked. "And what will we be looking for?"

"Tomorrow morning at eight, meet back here in the Death Room," Lord Death replied. "As for your second question, you will be searching for the remaining followers of a Lord Voldemort. He was an evil man and killed many good people. He himself was killed a few months ago, but he still has many loyal followers. While some of these followers were arrested, others still exist. You will be protecting the students responsible for Voldemort's death so as they are not harmed by one of the said followers. Also, the ones you are protecting must not know that you are from the DWMA. They want to keep our presence there a secret. Any other questions?"

"If we're going to a school for witches and wizards, aren't we gonna need magic?" Patty asked.

"That is an excellent question Patty!" Lord Death said. "The answer is yes."

There was a moment of silence as we waited for him to explain just how we were supposed to use magic without having any. "How are we supposed to do that?" I asked after a minute.

"Ah, yes!" he said. "Headmistress McGonagall has provided a magic tool that provides a magical source. Death Scythe, if you would pass them out." Papa handed each one of us the magic tools. They looked exactly like the wands one would expect to see in a witch's hand. Which was the point, I guess. "Now, you can only use these wands when the sun is up. They use the energy from the sun. If you use them for too powerful of spells, or if you use them after dark, it will start using your energy. This can be potentially fatal, so be careful."

We all nodded. I carefully noted not to use the magic tool, Wand, as much as possible. We were leaving the Death Room when Papa started yelling. "BE CAREFUL MAKA! PAPA LOVES YOU AND MAMA MOST!" I just rolled my eyes. I don't understand why he kept saying that. If he really loved Mama and me most, he wouldn't have cheated on her in the first place, or the however many times it actually was. I stopped keeping track after Number 35.

We still had school today so we headed to the classroom, though I was glad we had missed most of our first class. Professor Stein was doing another dissection. I couldn't blame him. Since the Kishin's revival, his madness had him wanting to dissect anything he saw really, and if it helped to cut open a frog or bird and not a real person, I was okay with that.

As usual, I took my seat between Soul and Tsubaki. I tried to pay attention to the class, but I had seen Stein cut up so many frogs in the last year that I could do it in my sleep. Instead, I thought about our mission in England. I hadn't been there since the extracurricular lesson we had when we met the Immortal, Free. It had been the first extra lesson since the one we had had in Italy. The one where Soul had gotten so badly injured.

I looked over at him now. His red eyes were glazed over, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep. I sometimes still find it amazing how he had survived that, and that we had survived everything it had caused. "What?" I heard him ask.

I jumped, surprised I had still been staring at him. "Nothing, sorry!" I said, blushing a little. His eyes lingered on me for a second, but then he placed his focus back on Professor Stein. I was still reminiscing on the battle we had in London. It turned out that Free had worked for Medusa, and Soul and I were fairly useless during the battle since our soul wavelengths weren't synchronized. I hoped this trip wouldn't be anything like that.

Class seemed to take longer than normal. I was a straight-A student, but not even a dedicated student, like me, could pay attention with such a big mission coming up. I nearly ran out of the classroom when the bell rang. "What's with you, Maka?" Black Star asked. "You usually want to stay another twenty minutes."

I shrugged. "Just excited about our assignment, I guess," I said smiling at him. We walked back down the many steps.

"Just don't expect to do too much," he said once we reached the bottom. "I mean, you can't possibly out-stage as big a star as me! HAHAHA!"

"Of course, Black Star," I said, sarcastically.

"Don't worry Maka! I will let you have some glory!" he said. "Just not too much!"

I rolled my eyes. "See you guys tomorrow," I said to them as we went our separate ways home. "That guy needs some serious psychiatric help," I said to Soul as we headed up towards our apartment.

Soul smirked. "Even then, I don't think that would help."

"You may be right," I said, smiling. I opened the door to the apartment. Blair, the extremely powerful cat we had, came rushing up to me, rubbing her face against my legs. "Maka! Soul!" She exclaimed. "I am so glad you two are home!"

"What do you want Blair?" Soul asked in a toneless voice. Soul didn't like her very much, unless she was in her human form.

"Hmph," she said licking her paw. "Why do you automeowtically assume I want something?"

"You never greet us unless you want something," came his reply.

"Come to think of it," she said. "I do need something. Do you guys have any spare money? I need to go shopping!"

"NO!" Soul and I both yelled.

"We barely have enough money to spend for ourselves, let alone you too, Blair," I told her.

She transformed into her human form. She was in another of her skimpy outfits that emphasized her big boobs and butt. She hugged Soul close to her bosoms, and Soul started having a nosebleed. "Come on, Soul!" she exclaimed. "You know you want to share."

"Get away from me, you perverted cat!" he said. I was becoming angry with both Blair and Soul. Soul said he wanted her gone, but he made no effort to fight her.

"Maka…CHOP!" I hit him over the head with a book.

"OW!" Soul cried. "What the hell was that for?" He tried to wipe away some of the blood from his nose and his forehead.

"I think you know already!" I yelled.

"I do not!"

"Does this mean that Blair doesn't get meowney?" she asked innocently.

I turned to glare at her. "No, Blair, you do not."

She looked down on the floor, guiltily. She transformed back into a cat and started making her way out the door. "I'll be back later tonight," she said. I shut the door behind her. Blair was an awesome, and very powerful, friend to have when she wasn't trying to shove her boobs into Soul's face. That's when I got pissed off.

I went to my room to change into something more comfortable than my school clothes. When I went back out to the living room, Soul was sitting on the couch, head against the wall, with Kleenexes up his nose to stop the flow of his nosebleed. He looked up at me as I shut my door. "Is it your turn or mine to cook?"

"I think it's mine," I said. "Anything special you want on our last night home?"

He looked back up at the ceiling, thinking. "Curry sounds good." So I started cooking the curry. It wasn't the best I had ever made, but I wasn't exactly the best cook. At least I was better than Soul.

After dinner was finished, Soul did the dishes, and I started packing for our trip. I had no idea what to bring, so I threw everything into the bag. It was probably going to be a full year before I came back here. I took all my clothes with me and most of my books, but the one thing I absolutely had to have were all the postcards Mama got me. She had sent me one from every place she went after she just up and left my Papa. I was so proud of her for finally leaving him. She deserved so much better. I couldn't wait until the next postcard.

Then I realized that Mama didn't know that we were leaving. How was I supposed to get the cards from her now? There was only one answer. Papa. I quickly called him through the mirror.

"MAKA!" he exclaimed. "MY PRECIOUS LITTLE GIRL LOVES ME AFTER ALL!"

After much more spewing from my father, I finally got in a word in edgewise. "Papa, I need to ask a favor of you."

"Anything for my Maka!"

"Can you check the mail at my apartment every few weeks and forward it to Hogwarts?" I asked. "Please, Papa, it would mean a lot to me."

"Of course, Maka!" he said, all too pleased with himself for being "a good father".

"Thanks Papa!" I said. I thought he deserved that at least. I hung up on him then before he could say much else, though.

I was finished packing in a shorter time than I thought. I went back out to the living room to see Soul sitting on the couch watching TV. "Aren't you going to pack at all, Soul?" I asked, incredulous. "I mean we will likely be gone for an entire year."

"Already done," he said, shaking his head towards his door. "You can check if you want."

"I'll take your word for it," I told him. I went to bed not too much later because it was getting a little late, and we had a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I didn't sleep very well though. I was too nervous. We were going to be around witches for a while after all! And we would have to trust them with our lives! This was ridiculous. I had been in enough situations to know that this probably was going to end badly. I just kept thinking of all the bad things that could happen while we were there. Eventually sleep did find its way to me, but it was fitful and not very satisfying.

I woke up after this restless sleep early in the morning. Even the sun wasn't awake yet. I decided there was no way I would be able to get back to sleep. I got up and started to make eggs for breakfast. They would probably be cold by the time Soul woke up, but he could always throw them in the microwave.

Just as I was turning on the stove, Blair walked through the front door in her human form. I stared at her in surprise. "Blair!" I exclaimed as loud as I could without waking Soul up. He would be very cranky if I woke him up this early. "Were you out this entire time?"

She giggled and nodded. "Oh, lighten up, Maka!" she said when she saw my jaw drop. "You would stay out this late too if you had a life, nya!"

I glared at her. "I like you better when you're a cat," I mumbled. She giggled again and transformed back into a cat. She started rubbing up against my legs again. I sighed and petted her. I wouldn't see her for a whole year for all I knew, and I was surprised to find that I was actually going to miss her.

"Blair, can you watch the apartment while Soul and I are gone?" I asked her. "You don't have to stay here. You can go back to your pumpkin house, but can you make sure that this place doesn't collect dust while we are away?"

"Of course, Maka!" she giggled. "I would be happy to!"

"Thanks Blair," I told her sincerely.

Before she could reply, Soul came out of his room. His hair was a messy from sleep and he was in the same clothes he wore yesterday, except more wrinkly because he had slept in them. "Morning, Soul!" I said cheerfully.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, sleepily.

"Don't you want an egg first?" I asked him. "They'll be cold when you get out."

"Meh," he said. I smiled. Soul was definitely not a morning person.

It was thirty minutes until we were supposed to meet at the DWMA, and we were on our way through Death City with our giant suitcases. We were there just a few minutes before eight. Everyone else was already there and waiting for us. "How are we going to get to this Hogwarts place from here?" Tsubaki was asking Lord Death as we walked into the Death Room.

"Well, you will be staying in an inn called The Leaky Cauldron for a few days," he replied. "From there you will be able to get into Diagon Alley, where you will be able to buy all your school supplies on that list I gave you. Then you will go to King's Cross Train Station and go to Platform 9 and 3/4. There you will find the train to Hogwarts."

"Yeah, but how are we getting to this cauldron thingy?" Black Star asked.

"Oh, that's simple!" Lord Death said. "Now that Maka and Soul are here we can start! Everyone place a hand on this cup." We all did as we were told, though everyone was very confused.

"What is this supposed to do?" Black Star asked. The clock had struck eight at that very moment, and we were being pulled through space. It was one of the most frightening things to have ever happened to me. It felt as if someone was pulling on my stomach and trying to turn me inside out. I guessed that this is what it felt like to be dissected by Professor Stein.

Thankfully, the feeling only lasted a second, and we found ourselves on solid ground again. That's when we saw it. The Leaky Cauldron. I had expected it to be a bit rundown based on the name alone, but this place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in centuries. You would think that witches would be able to clean it with their magic. I made a face. "Do we really have to stay here?" I asked rhetorically. Our rooms had already been paid in advance.

Once inside, it wasn't too terrible, but the inn did look rather old. The innkeeper freaked me out too, seeing as he had no teeth. Our room (the girls' room) was fairly clean, and each of us had a bed, which was nice. Though Patty was jumping on hers while her sister was trying to get her to stop. The one thing I really didn't like though was that we were so close to many witches. I could sense their souls, even with my Soul Perception off. It made me nervous.

Tsubaki looked at me in concern. "Are you going to be alright, Maka?" she asked.

I gave her a weak smile. "It's nothing," I lied. "Just that a lot more witches are here than I thought."

"Are you sure?" she asked, still concerned.

I nodded. "I should probably get used to it anyway."

Tsubaki still looked like she didn't entirely believe me, but at that moment Patty fell off the bed with a loud thud. "Owww!" she exclaimed, while laughing hysterically.

"What did I tell you, Patty?" Liz reprimanded. "I told you not to jump on the bed because you might fall off!"

"She really is a strange girl," I whispered to Tsubaki. Tsubaki just smiled and nodded. That's when we heard a knock on the door, and we all looked up to see Kid, Soul, and Black Star standing in the doorway. "Would you girls like to join us in exploring Diagon Alley?" Kid asked. "Patty, why are you on the floor?"

She giggled. "I fell off the bed!" Kid just rolled his eyes.

"Anyway we are off," Kid said. "The patron of the establishment is going to show us how to get there."

Patty got off the ground, and all of us girls followed the guys out. We were all very curious about this "Diagon Alley" place. It was hidden away from normal people or "Muggles" as the people here called non-witches.

We found Tom, the guy without any teeth, and he showed us to a courtyard in the back of The Leaky Cauldron. He pushed a few of the bricks in, and the brick wall disappeared. Thus, we had our first look at a witching shopping center. We walked into the narrow street, and the brick wall closed back up behind. I suddenly felt trapped. My Soul Perception, usually very helpful, was going all over. There was nothing but witches every which way, and even though I was certain it was off, it was still overwhelming.

We were walking down the crowded street, but I was hardly paying attention to where we were going. I was looking all over the place, trying to search for a single soul that didn't belong to a witch or a place without any witches, but there was none to speak of. I felt my eyes searching wildly and my breath starting to get faster and lighter.

That is when I felt what saved me. I felt someone grasp my hand. I looked up to see Soul looking back at me. "It's okay, Maka," he said. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

I smiled at him, and squeezed his hand tightly. "Thank you, Soul." He nodded. His hand like an anchor to reality.