Summary:

The Shinigami's are fed up with some human named Tom Marvelo Riddle clogging up the office, and to Ronald Knox's horror, keeping them overtime. The Shinigami's decided to act and ended up sending Grell Sutcliff, William T. Spears, and Ronald Knox to catch Riddle and help the Shinigami's. However, there is a slight change in plans and leads the Death Gods to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Wait, is that Undertaker? What in the world is he doing here?

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Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or Harry Potter. This story is only for my amusement and those who read it.

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Ronald Knox REALLY didn't know what was worse. Working overtime or not being able to go to a party. The orange and black haired man pondered this, not paying attention to an angry man hovering over his head. The man hit Ronald with some sharp shears, not even noticing when Ronald rubbed the back of his head and glared at the man.

"Get back to work. More souls are coming in by the hour." Ronald grimaced at looked at the always growing paperwork on his desk. He slammed his forehead on the paper and sighed. "William. I can't focus when I know people are out there, partying without ME." William glanced down at Ronald and repeated his earlier saying. "Just get back to work."

The yellow-green eyed Shinigami groaned from his head buried under the paper work, and loudly proclaimed, "Who is even giving us all this work anyways?" The rustle and shuffle of paper and voices froze at the question, and all the Shinigami grouped around the youngest of the group. Ronald rubbed the back of his head again. "What?"

A red haired Shinigami flounced over to Ronald's desk and sat on the mountains of paperwork. "Oh Ronny you see-" William cut off the other Death God. "Be quiet Mr. Sutcliff." Grell Sutcliff pouted and whined about 'Will' being so cruel, but William continued. "You see, there is some wizard named Tom Riddle who thinks he can escape death, and has been killing those he thinks doesn't have 'Pure' blood.

Several of the Shinigami nodded and gasped. "Wizards. You really think we believe you William?" asked a random Shinigami. William turned and looked hard at said Shinigami, making the man slouch down in his office chair. "Why not? We have Shinigami, Demons, Angels, and Humans. So why not Wizards?" said another Shinigami.

Ronald was still looking confused. "Then why don't we send someone out to collect his soul?" William scowled. "You would think he would be smarter now." Ronald yelped in protest. "Riddle isn't dead yet, and we can't kill him. He spilt his soul into seven items and seems to think he will be immortal and can flee from death." Grell beat Ronald to his question. "But Will, why don't we just get rid of the items?" William scowled. "Some other wizards have gotten it into their brains that they can get rid of them and have only succeeded in sending the pieces to hell's waiting room."

The other Shinigami looked like William had sent them into a loop with more questions. "But isn't that good?" Asked Ronald. "No!" William hissed, his normally calm face having a light blush of pink covering it. "The Demon King has taken an interest in him, and could turn Riddle into an immortal demon! Those humans need to be stopped or Riddle could actually have his way, and destroy the world!"

William breathed in and out to calm himself. "But first we have to have time to destroy Riddle, but with all this paperwork it seems impossible." The other Shinigami groaned when they heard that, hearing the words behind the declaration. 'Get back to work.'

Ronald Knox sighed as the Shinigami dispersed to their own desks, the entertainment having left to go work on the bane of Shinigami's existence.

He glared at the paperwork, seeing it grow before his own eyes. With a moan of protest he grabbed a sheet of paper, and filled it out slowly.

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Albus Percival Wulfrick Brian Dumbledore, master of the Elder Wand and current headmaster of Hogwarts sat comfortably in his chair in the Hospital wing. He folded his hands in his lap as he listened to a young Harry Potter explain about what happened to the Flammel's alchemist stone.

He listened carefully, but just let the information slide to the back of his mind. He instead was focusing on whom to hire for the next Defense against the Dark Arts, teacher. He briefly flickered through the candidates, before snapping out of it when he realized the Potter boy was done talking.

He swallowed before talking. "Thank you Harry. I will think about that." He got up and patted Harry on the head, before shuffling out of the Hospital Wing.

Dumbledore's feet carried him up to his circular office, while he said hello to all the passing students. With the password said, ("Chocolate Frogs!") he entered and sat down on his big cushioned seat. The wrinkled hands took out parchment and wrote grand letters to all the DADA professors, hoping to get one that wasn't a person named Lockhart. As every negative letter came back, he sighed and put off talking to Lockhart about the job.

For some reason, he had a feeling that he would find a Defense professor.

Albus Percival Wulfrick Brian Dumbledore just hoped it wasn't that fool.