Hey! So this is a weird one. I thought of it really late at night and just had to write it down and this is the result. It's a Soul Eater Hogwarts crossover. Odd pairing, I know, but we'll see how this goes. I was thinking I would do three parts about Soul/Maka, Kid/Liz/Patty, and Black Star/Tsubaki's experience to Hogwarts, but as I started to write this I realized I actually had a lot more to say about it than I thought I did.
We'll see. It'll probably be a six-part, maybe seven-part series. It'll be three at the least, but, like I said, we'll see how it goes. Hope you like it and I'll post Sorting Part Two later on (probs tomorrow, cause I'm sleepy)

DISCLAIMER: Neither the Soul Eater universe nor Harry Potter one are mine.

Sorting: Part One

Maka and Soul

"Whoa! Look at this, Soul!" Maka's eyes were bright as she threw her gaze around the wide stone entryway. "Isn't this amazing!"

Soul flashed her a pointy grin. "Yeah. This is way cool, Maka."

They walked together through the front hallway of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, soaking in the impressive stone arches and high ceilings. Soul wheeled both their trunks behind them and kept a firm grip on Maka's hand as she darted forward to admire the building's ancient stonework. Throughout the entire train ride here, she'd been pondering about the school's interior - a controversial rumor at the DWMA - and now that they were here she couldn't keep her eyes off it.

They reached a bend in the long hallway and stepped out onto a protruding stone balcony. Above them, a hundred separate staircases moved and swung in different directions, connecting and disconnecting from stone balconies similar to the one they were standing on.

"Incredible," she gasped, resting her chin on her hands. "We're so lucky to be the first DWMA students allowed in here."

"Come on, Maka." Soul tugged on her hand. "We're already late."

She sighed and followed him down the rest of the hall until they reached a large set of wooden doors. With a gentle creak, they swung inward, revealing a huge room filled with people. Four long tables took up the main space of the room, stacked with food and seating nearly a hundred students apiece. Flickering candles hung suspended in the air, casting a bright glow over the students and illuminating the starry night sky that melted through the room's ceiling.

"W-o-w." Soul breathed, threading his fingers through Maka's as they walked through the center line of tables. "This place is . . ." He shook his head. "It's indescribable."

"I'm so glad we got the Hogsmeade mission!" Maka spun in a circle, giggling, trying to look at everything in the room at once. "This school is amazing."

Soul shrugged coolly, but was unable to hide his grin. "It's not the DWMA, that's for sure. The architecture's way off."

"No skulls and crossbones here!" Maka smiled, tugging at his hand.

"Well, look at that! New students!" A shadowy man floated down from the ceiling to greet them. He was dressed in a thick coat with outrageous ruffles at the neck and sleeves. He smiled at the two of them and his skin flashed a light blue color.

"Whoa. Are you a ghost?" Soul leaned forward, narrowing his eyes to inspect the man's blurred outline.

He lowered his head in a gentlemanly bow. "My name is –"

His ghostly head detached from his body and fell onto his chest, connected to the neck by a thin strip of skin. The skin on his neck peeled back, revealing a thick mass of ghostly blood and bone.

Maka squealed and jumped high into the air, landing behind Soul as the ghost straightened, flushing darkly.

"Ah. Sorry about that. Happens a lot." He smiled sheepishly and floated away, waving kindly at the cowering Maka.

"Chill out, Maka. It's just a little blood." Soul squeezed her hand as she moved around beside him, shaking slightly in her combat boots.

A vein throbbed at her temple. "A little?!"

"I'm sure it's not the first we'll see here." His hand tightened around hers. "No matter what happens, don't go running off on me, okay?"

She nodded, flashing him a small smile. "We stick together."

"Welcome, Soul and Maka!"

A booming voice echoed through the Great Hall and the whispered chatter of the Hogwarts students dwindled into nothing. A tall man with a trailing white beard stood up from a table at the head of the room and smiled at the two DWMA students. Bright, intelligent eyes twinkled behind a pair of half-moon glasses as he extended his arms out to encompass the room.

"I am Professor Dumbledore. Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The man bowed slightly and his glasses flashed brightly in the candlelight. "Welcome to our school. We hope you enjoy your stay here and learn from us as we intend to learn from you. My colleagues and I have taken the liberty to enroll you two into a few extra-curricular classes to complete when not on your mission in the Hogsmeade village. We hope you enjoy these classes and remember us kindly at your school when you return." The man smiled again and sat down, nodding to one of the teachers lined up at the table beside him.

"Wait, what?" Soul took a startled step back. "We have to take classes while we're here?"

"Lord Death didn't say anything about that . . ." Maka frowned and a shallow furrow formed between her brows.

They exchanged a worried glance.

A prim older woman in a long green dress stepped in front of the room holding a ratty pointed hat in her hand. "In order to get the most out of your stay here, we ask that you and your partner be assigned to one of our four houses according to your character. Ravenclaw for the wise, Hufflepuff for the loyal, Gryffindor for the brave, and Slytherin for the cunning." She cleared her throat and fixed her eyes on the two confused DWMA students. "Maka, if you wouldn't mind." – she patted a low wooden stool with her free hand – "come up here and we can begin the sorting."

Maka exchanged a brief look with her weapon partner and stepped forward shyly. "Okay. I guess."

"Maka, wait." Soul reached for her hand, but she shrugged him off.

"It's okay, Soul. We're here to help these people. They wouldn't do anything to hurt us." Her hands trembled lightly as she spoke.

Carefully, Maka lowered herself onto the wooden stool, holding Soul's ruby gaze.

"Don't be afraid, child," the teacher said, just before she slipped the hat over Maka's head. "This won't hurt you."

The hat slid gently over Maka's pigtails and came to rest almost completely over her green eyes. It smelled older than it looked and Maka sneezed twice as the hat shifted, adjusting to a comfortable position on her pigtailed head.

"Hmmm. I have to think about you," the hat murmured and Maka gasped.

"It speaks," she breathed.

"Really?" croaked the old hat. "Your best friend turns into a weapon and you think a talking hat is weird," he scoffed. "You're definitely a strange one, Maka Albarn."

"Maka?" Soul's voice was muffled through the hat. "What's going on?"

"You're intelligent, that's certain. Incredibly so. And a bookworm, to boot. But there's something else. Something . . . different about you."

"Maka!" Soul's voice was still muffled, but closer than before..

"Relax, child. This is a part of the process." The teacher beside Maka rested a hand on the girl's shivering shoulder. "You'll see."

Soul's muttered response was lost to Maka's ears.

"Hufflepuff is a no. And Slytherin is also out of the question, rule follower."

Maka's cheeks heated.

"Hmm . . . let me . . . Ah. I see. You're brave, Maka. That's what's different about you. You're brave and intelligent. A good combination. I sorted a girl like you once. Put her in Gryffindor, if I remember correctly. Think that'll be a good fit for you? Hmmm?"

Maka didn't know what bravery the old hat was talking about because she was pretty sure her knees were shaking on that wooden stool.

"In that case . . ." the hat continued through her silence. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. His screech, and the rousing applause that followed, rattled Maka's teeth and echoed in her eardrums for days afterward.

She quickly lept off the stool and yanked the hat off her head, handing it back to the smiling teacher. She locked her shaking knees and refused to look at Soul, taking deep breathes until she felt that the eyes of the Hogwarts students were off of her shivering form.

"Soul Eater!" The teacher cried, holding the hat out to Soul. "It's your turn to be sorted."

Soul was watching Maka warily as she flattened her palms against her frizzy hair. The musty hat had tugged some strands loose and she worked feverishly to straighten them, hoping to hide her shaky hands in her work.

He sat down on the stool, baring his teeth at the hat in a pointy grin. "Okay, old thing," he told it, jamming it down on top of his spiky hair. "Do your worst."

Maka twisted her hands together as the hat shifted on Soul's head. She bit her lip and dug the toes of her combat boots into the ground as she waited for it to come to a decision.

"Maka." The old teacher laid a hand on Maka's shoulder and she jumped, tearing her gaze away from her stone-faced weapon.

"You may sit down now, child. Over there." The professor nodded in the direction of the first long table. Above it hung gleaming banners of red and gold with a roaring lion emblazoned on the fabric.

Maka looked back at her weapon partner. "But Soul . . .?"

"Will be joining you shortly. Now go." The professor nudged her towards the tables and Maka went unwillingly, nearly tripping down the three short steps to reach the table.

There were a few empty seats at the head of the table and Maka took one, frowning at the enormous pile of food sitting in front of her. The people around her began to introduce themselves, but their voices faded into the back of Maka's mind. She kept her anxious gaze on Soul, watching his red eyes trace back and forth beneath the brim of the old hat. A sideways, frowning mouth appeared in the side of the old felt and two strained eyes narrowed as the hat conversed with Soul.

Please. Maka's hands clenched around the bottom of her Spartoi skirt. Please let Soul be sorted into Gryffindor. I don't think I can do this without him.

"Don't worry." A hand fell on Maka's shoulder and a polite voice whispered into her ear. "Your friend will be in Gryffindor."

Maka turned around hesitantly. A smiling girl with bushy brown hair and matching brown eyes blinked at her, retracting her hand from Maka's shoulder. Behind her, sat two boys: one with dark hair and glasses and the other with a mop of ginger hair. The ginger speared a hunk of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, nodding encouragingly at Maka and the dark-haired boy shared a smile with her, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"H-how do you know?" Maka stuttered nervously, returning her gaze to the confident eyes of the brown-haired girl.

"We know the type," the ginger said around a mouthful of food, nodding towards Soul.

Maka turned around to face the trio and her hands loosened around the fabric of her skirt "Really?"

They nodded, smiling brightly at her.

Maka turned back around as Soul tipped the brim of the hat up. He found Maka's gaze and his shoulders slumped forward. He blinked slowly and a confused scowl twisted his mouth down. Maka's heart dropped into her toes and her hands fisted around the fabric of her skirt as his expression darkened.

Soul looked away from her as the hat opened its mouth in a loud scream.