Here's the new chapter! Thanks for all the support everyone! I really didn't think anybody would like this and the fact that people do . . . well, its just so cool for me! This chapter has some SoMa in it so be glad!
PLEASE READ: VERY IMPORTANT: I do quite a bit of introducing in this chapter but I know I missed people and that's okay. Because right now I'm only introducing the people that I'm going to be working with a lot, so the main cast of characters basically. I know I've missed people and I'll probably have to go back and add more people from the HP world, but for right now these people (both the students and teachers I introduce) are going to the the ones I talk about most.
STORY TIMELINE FOR ANYONE WHO'S CONFUSED:
For Soul Eater - Soul is a death scythe, Spartoi has been formed, the Kishin is at large and Kid's already been rescued from the book of Eibon (you probabaly already figured that out.
For Harry Potter - Around the 5th year. Umbridge is a teacher, but no one's been fired yet and she hasn't really started putting up those stupid decrees (and obviously Dumbledore hasn't left yet. Its before Christmas so its winter, but its not really anywhere close to the Christmas holidays yet (I forget exactly when Dumbledore left, but I don't think it was before that). Also, a lot of the stuff that goes down with Voldemort in the fifth book hasn't happened yet, but Dumbledore's Army has been formed. (I might change that, but we'll see).
PHEW. On with the story - I'll probably be posting a lot today to make up for the delay so you can look forward to that :)
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. Somebody please tell me, do I really have to put this up every time?!
First Night: Part One
Kid
Kid's gaze swept across the row of teachers; the tall teacher who'd welcomed them, Professor McGonagall; the dark-haired teacher who'd yelled at Soul, Professor Snape; a large, heavy set teacher with a bushy beard, Hagrid; a moony-eyed teacher with large glasses, Professor Trelawney; and, at the end of the row, a teacher who appeared to have been dipped in a vat of pink dye, Professor Umbridge. He watched each of them quietly, studying their faces and committing them to memory.
They lingered on the headmaster as he stood, raising his soon to silence the room. The chatter fell to less than a whisper. He stood up, drawing his elegant blue robes around him and tucking his white beard behind the table's surface. The teachers turned to him as one body and the students listened to his words with quiet intent.
"As I'm sure you're all aware," he said into the silence, waving his hand to silence the few remaining whispers. "Hogwarts has welcomed a few new students today.
"Meister Maka Albarn, and her partner Soul Eater." His words were interrupted by a rowdy round of applause from the Gryffindor table. "Death the Kid, and his partners Elizabeth and Patricia Thompson." (Malfoy scoffed and threw Kid a heavy-lidded glare. "Death the Kid? Please.") As well as meister Black Star, and his partner Tsubaki.
"They will all be a part of the Hogwarts student body for the next few days."
He paused and the air grew still as the students waited for his next words.
"Now, I'm sure you are all wondering why they are here. They are not witches or wizards as you are, but they are magical in their own right." His eyes twinkled mysteriously. "They are students at the DWMA, located in Death City. They were sent here by Lord Death to aid and preserve the balance of peace and madness in our school.
"To ensure that their efforts are not in vain, Maka and Soul will be completing a mission in Hogsmeade with the help of Black Star and Tsubaki, and Death the Kid will be observing the students of Hogwarts to see how they interact."
Kid's head hit the table heavily. "Thanks, old man," he whined as Soul snorted quietly. Kid's gaze slid to the headmaster and found his twinkling gaze had alighted on him. He winked quietly and turned away, facing the whole of Hogwarts again.
"They are here to help us, as well as keep us safe." Dumbledore's hands quivered in the air as he brought them to rest over a winged podium. "There have been some . . . incidents around Hogsmeade. Unsettling in nature, these incidents were brought to our attention by a Hogwarts student and we are taking every precaution to help keep you all safe during the school year."
"How's are they going to keep us safe?" Malfory sneered, stage-whispering to his fat-friend. "The pig-tailed girl's a bean stalk and that white-haired freak isn't exactly threatening."
Soul bared his teeth at the blonde boy.
"If you see anything strange while dealing with the people in Hogsmeade – or even in your fellow students – please report it either to me or Death the Kid," Dumbledore continued.
Soul's ruby gaze slid to Kid across the table. "What's he talking about?"
Kid shrugged roughly, turning away. "No idea."
Soul rubbed his hand over the back of his head. "Hmmm," he said, but let it drop.
"As much as I am impressed by your skills," Dumbledore addressed the meisters and weapons with singular clarity. "I hope you never have to use them."
The meisters nodded. "Right."
The weapons rolled their eyes. "Okay."
"That being said, you may use your abilities as much as you need to, but please take into consideration the safety of my students before you try anything too dangerous." Dumbledore's gaze zeroed in on the Gryffindor table. "Your school has quite the reputation, after all." ("He's talking to Black Star!" Soul grinned. He and Kid shared a quiet laugh)
"Now, then." Dumbledore clapped his hand and the large trays of food vanished, signaling the end of the banquet. "Off to your rooms. Goodbye, DWMA students! I wish you well!" he waved as the Great Hall exploded into noise.
Soul stood and cracked his back, craning his neck to see over the flood of people milling about the room. "I can't find Maka anywhere."
"She'll be fine." Kid clapped a hand on Soul's shoulder. "Let's go get some rest. We've got a weird class schedule lined up for tomorrow." He handed Soul a thin slip of paper.
His ruby eyes slid down the paper and his mouth curled up in disgust. "What is this?" he groaned, poking at the paper with his finger. "Potions class? Flying lessons?"
"Defense against the Dark Arts sounds interesting," Kid shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"I bet it's with that dark-haired guy." Soul shuddered. "Jeez, what a creep."
"And I thought we took interesting classes at the DWMA." Kid and Soul shared a look, laughing under their breath. "Come on. We better follow these kids." Kid gestured to the line of students in green and silver filing out the Great Hall's double doors. "This place is too big for us to get lost."
"Yeah." Soul rubbed the back of his neck and slid his hands in his pockets. His gaze slipped up over the heads of the students again and he scanned the crowd for his meister. "Oh, well." He looked back down, putting one foot in front of another on the tiled floor. "I'm sure she'll be fine."
Maka
"This place is AMAZING!" Maka spun in a tight circle, clasping her arms to her chest.
The Gryffindor common room burned with warm light. It opened from a small closet hallway to a wide, red room adorned with rich tapestries and amazing – moving – paintings. They blinked and watched Maka with wide, curious eyes as she spun about the room. Desks and chairs littered the small warm space and in the corner a game of wizarding chess was set up. Maka grinned and watched the pieces take swings at each other, revving up for the real game.
"You think so?" The dark-haired boy sat down at a chair near the fire and sighed, sinking into the chair. "It's great for a wintery night like this. So warm and toasty."
"Are they all like this?" Maka wondered, poking her head up the stone staircase leading to the boy's and girl's dormitories.
The brown-haired girl smiled warmly. "Ravenclaw's common room is in the tower and Hufflepuff has a common room in the basement. Slytherin's common room is in the dungeon –"
"Which might explain why Slytherin's are all dark and gloomy." The ginger dropped into the seat next to the dark haired boy and they rolled their eyes together.
Maka huffed. "Soul is in that house," she reminded them and they shared repentant looks.
"I'm Harry Potter," the dark-haired boy stuck out his hand and Maka took it, smiling gently.
"He's kind of famous 'round here," the ginger grinned and Harry elbowed him roughly in the side. "I'm Ron by the way."
"Ron Weasley," the girl finished. "And I'm Hermione Granger." She and Maka shook hands.
"Nice to meet you," Maka smiled brightly.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FOOLS FORGOT ABOUT ME!" Black Star crowed from the doorway. He propped his hands on his hips and grinned, flashing rows of pearly white teeth. Behind him, students grumbled and pushed, glaring at the blue-haired meister.
"Ugh." Maka rolled her eyes. "Why'd he have to get sorted into my house?"
"It's 'cause I'm awesome! Of course I'd be suited for the best house of Hogwarts!" Black Star pumped his muscles, shouting over Patty's wild giggling. "My only question is how you ended up in here, Maka?"
Her jaw clenched. "Gee, thanks, Black Star."
He flashed her a dazzling smile. "No problem, Maka."
"Move it, will ya!" Two ginger heads popped through the doorway on either side of Black Star's arms. They pushed and Black Star popped out of the doorway, rolling into the middle of the common room at Maka's feet.
He sat up quickly with a ruby vein throbbing near his forehead. "HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" he shouted.
The twins brushed off their coats and took a seat near Ron, rolling their eyes at the furious Black Star. "For being a twat, Twinkle Star," they said together.
"IT'S BLACK STAR!"
"Whatever."
"These two idiots are my brothers," Ron pointed to the chuckling red-heads. "Fred and George."
"Hiya!" They waved to Maka.
"You sure have a lively family." Maka smiled.
Ron grinned. "You don't even know the half of it."
"So who are you guys?" Fred peered around his brother, blinking curiously at Maka and Black Star.
"Yeah!" his brother chimed in, pointing to Maka. "The Professor said you guys were hot stuff."
"We want to know why."
"And how."
Maka blinked. She looked to Ron with a wary smile. "Are they always like this?"
He nodded. "Pretty much."
"Hey, Ginny!" Hermione waved to another red-head, coming through the portrait door with a tall boy. "Hey, Neville! What's up?"
"My wand broke," Neville said glumly, holding up his crooked wand. "It won't work properly."
"That's because you're a loser, Neville," Fred grinned, tossing the boy a pouty look. "But it's okay. We still love you."
His brother laughed and Neville looked down with an absent smile. "Yeah. Right."
"Knock it off, idiots." Ginny reached forward and punched her brothers in the arms before turning to Maka with a shy smile. "You're the new girl, right? I'm Ginny Weasley."
"You have a large family," Maka smiled, but her smile was fading at the edges.
"Are you alright?" Hermione leaned in over Ginny's shoulder. "You look a little pale."
"She's probably just wondering how she's going to make it through the night without her precious Soul nearby!" Black Star erupted into raucous laughter and Patty smothered her giggles with her hand.
"MAKA CHOP!"
Black Star fell into a pool of blood near the fire and Maka dangled her heavy book over his head. "Say that again," she growled threateningly.
"You two live together?" Harry's eyes were wide behind his glasses.
"It's not like that!" Maka's cheeks burst into flames as Patty fell off her chair laughing.
"Excuse me!" The portrait that had let them – a fat lady with an operatic voice and long flowing hair – began to scream at the Gryffindor students. "There's someone at the door!"
"Who is it?" Hermione asked, nearing the door.
"Some odd looking boy. He keeps saying he's in Slytherin but he needs to talk a girl named Maka."
Black Star slid Maka a conspiratorial look. "Uh huh. It's not like that at all."
Patty giggled quietly.
Maka turned away to hide the blush racing across her cheeks. "I'll be right back."
She raced to the door and it swung inward revealing a red-faced Soul. He blinked at the singing fat lady and his gaze lighted on Maka. A relieved grin slid across his face.
"How'd you get up here?" she asked him, stepping out of the doorway and onto the landing.
He shrugged. "Some girl told me how to get up here. She was pretty nice about it, actually." He grinned held his hands out. In his arms, lay her forgotten suitcase.
"Oh!" she cried, taking it from him. "Thanks, Soul."
"Forget I was carrying the damn thing." He slipped his hands into his pockets and peered past her into the Gryffindor common room. "So . . . you gonna be alright in there?"
She nodded, following his gaze to the students grinning at her by the common room's raging fire. "Yeah, I think so. I've met some pretty nice people so far . . ." she trailed off and looked down.
Soul frowned. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Are you going to be alright, Soul?" She jerked her head up and her chin quivered slightly. Her gaze flashed down to his chest and away.
Soul flashed her a pointy grin. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
"Okay." She nodded slowly.
He clapped a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "Really, Maka. I'll see you tomorrow."
She smiled. "Right."
Inside the common room, Black Star was grinning broadly. He linked his arms behind his head and cracked one eye open to stare at Soul and Maka talking in the doorway. Patty giggled beside him, leaning in to watch them with bright, eager eyes.
"Hey, Black Star?"
He turned and blinked at the curious faces of the Gryffindor students.
Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and fingered a dark cowlick growing out of his thick mop of hair. "Are they a couple?" His gaze flashed to Maka and Soul.
Black Star grinned and his eyes slipped shut. "Nope."
The room released a collective sigh of disappointment.
"But don't worry." He opened his eyes as Soul wrapped his arms around Maka. He gave her a light hug before pushing her back inside the common room with a grin. "They will be."