A/N
Bursama: I'm glad you think this story avoids a lot of clichés. I was trying to make this story interesting while still using the whole alternate dimension idea. Both worlds are so fun by themselves, but when together practically anything is possible. I plan to take advantage of that.
TdiBridgette: Thanks for the compliment regarding Alfred. I haven't completely planned out his role or background yet, so he's still a bit rough. Regarding the year, ever since I heard the anniversary party's music, I felt that even if the world took place in modern times it was based on an earlier period. (I don't know if that last statement makes any sense.)
Sharuka: I'm glad Alfred is okay so far. I think he still needs a bit of work though. There's always a chance Soul Eater takes place in an alternative world but it never felt like modern day to me. I could be wrong though considering I don't remember the helicopters in the series and forgot about Soul's bike. I don't think he's ridden it in a while.
Today another important OC is introduced. This one is a bit different though. Thanks everyone for continuing to read my story. Now to present chapter four.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or Harry Potter and I am not profiting from this story. I am just a fan.
Title: Demesne
Author: Rosencrystal
Rating: T. May or may not change.
Pairings: None as far as I plan, possibly HP canon.
Genre: General
Chapter IV: Happy Meetings Amongst Dangerous Meetings
Maka threw off the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. She was alone in a small room that appeared to have bathed in liquid orange. The room was covered in orange banners, posters, and sheets that held the words Chudley Cannons written in black. Thankfully, her currently borrowed clothes weren't so bright but they weren't exactly the height of fashion either. Above her, something kept banging at the pipes making an ungodly amount of noise, not that Maka would have been able to sleep anyways. The talk with the witches only lasted about twenty minutes, but they had only managed to confuse her more.
The first thing they told her was that she was in an alternate world! Was she supposed to believe that? When she had asked them as much they only said to wait for Soul and Alfred to get here tomorrow since Alfred will be able to explain it better. Next, they explained more about Lord Voldemort and his dream of a pureblooded witches' society. Maka learned that Voldemort was a newly resurrected witch who tortured and killed to enforce his ideals. There was already a terrible and tragic war fought against the same man that had ended only fifteen years ago. When he disappeared many had thought him dead until he revealed himself last month.
"How come witches never die the first time you kill them?" Maka wondered as she thought of Medusa and Arachne.
After hearing Voldemort's abridged life story, Maka realized none of those things had much to do with her. Sure, the killing of innocent people was a huge concern of the DWMA in general, but what did he want with Maka specifically. She had asked the old wizard why Voldemort was after her and the old coot's only answer had been to say "I was hoping you could tell us the answer" while tugging his beard.
However, there were some things she could infer from the conversation she had with the Death Eaters. They wanted her for her abilities, perhaps her soul perception, or because of her connection to the DWMA but that still didn't explain why she was singled out. There were plenty of other Meisters or Weapons they could stalk and kidnap.
Unless she really was in another world and she was the only Meister available. After all, no one has heard of the DWMA but the Death Eaters. Maka shook her head at the idea. Clearly she was exhausted if she was even considering the idea. They probably wanted to capture or kill her for her soul perception or something. It wouldn't be the first time.
Maka crawled back into the bed and shut her eyes. After a few seconds of forcing herself to stay still she started to twist and turn in an attempt to get comfortable. Finally, she opened her eyes and gave up. For the next few hours, Maka stared out of the window. Maybe counting stars would put her to sleep. She began stared at the faceless moon. The oddly faceless moon…
The next morning, Harry bolted up in his bed as the bedroom door banged open. He tried to reach for his glasses but a blow to the shoulder almost knocked him to the floor.
"Ron!" a female voice Harry recognized as Hermione shouted. Ron ignored her and spoke to Harry instead.
"We didn't know you were here! What did you do, sneak into the house in the middle of the night." Ron looked Harry up and down. "All right?"
Harry picked up his glasses and put them on. The faces of his two best friends, one grinning and the other looking disapproving, came into focus. Harry rubbed his shoulders.
"Feel great. Nothing like waking up to a morning punch."
"So he is here. That explains all the noise." Another female voice came from the door.
All three teenagers turned to see Ginny Weasley leaning against the door frame. She was in her pajamas, but her hair looked brush and she seemed to be wearing a dab of shimmering lip gloss. She walked into the room and immediately sat on the edge of Harry's bed giving him a small wave.
"Hi Harry."
Ron looked at Ginny.
"What happened to your face? Where're your bed head, eye crust, and splotchy skin?" Ron asked. Ginny sent him a sharp look.
"Unlike you, I like to look presentable in front of guest."
"He's not a guest. He practically lives here when he's not at school." Ginny only rolled her eyes at his comment.
"Anyway, Harry, why did you get here so late last night?" Hermione cut in and stared at Harry a second longer than was comfortable.
Suddenly all the memories of last night came back to Harry: Slughorn, the Death Eaters, deciding to tell his friends about the prophesy, and finally the weird girl. Right now the girl was sleeping in Ron's room, as they wanted to put her on the top most floor to make it harder for her to sneak out. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were all looking at him expectantly as Harry's faced changed.
"You will never guess what I did last night and who is here in the house right now."
"Does it have anything to do with the reason why I was banned from my room?" Ron asked as he crossed his arm and gave the ceiling a dirty look.
"Actually, yes. When Dumbledore first picked me up, we went to recruit the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher."
All three of Harry's friends reacted differently to his statement. Ginny sighed. Hermione's stare became more narrowed and Ron's shoulders deflated. He grunted before asking…
"Is that all that happened while you were with Dumble-?"
"and it's perfectly fine if it was, Ron. How is the new teacher, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.
"Dunno. He wasn't too eager to come back and he used to be the Head of Slytherin though he's claims not to be prejudice. He sort of looks like a walrus." Harry paused for a second. "After that, me and Dumbledore-"
"Dumbledore and I." Hermione sounded distracted.
"Sure. We went to St. Mungos where we ran into Death Eaters who were chasing after this odd girl." At this everyone perked up again. "She's here right now. That's why you were kicked out of your room, Ron."
"Wait! There's a strange girl in my room?"
"What's her name? Why was she at St. Mungo's? Was she injured by You-Know-Who?"
"Why is You-Know-Who chasing a hospitalized girl? Is she alright?"
Everyone blurted out their own questions at once. They started to talk over each other and Harry couldn't understand any of them anymore. Which was fine by him since he didn't know the answer to half the questions. He cleared his throat to get their attention again.
"I don't know a lot of things about the girl. I think her name was Maki or something, but the oddest thing is I don't think she's a witch."
Hermione shook her head.
"Harry, she must be a witch if she was at St. Mungo's."
"Well, if she is a witch than she's worse than Malfoy."
"How can she be worse than Malfoy?" Ron asked incredulous.
"She has some kind of stigma against witches! She's thinks all witches and wizards are evil and destructive and that Dumbledore only helped her because he wants to use her for some diabolical plan!"
As soon as Harry finished, everyone let out another round of incomprehensible questions. Suddenly, the door banged open again and Fleur glided into the room which a tray of food. Harry quickly grabbed his sheets and used it to cover his unflattering pajamas. Ginny, who was sitting on top of the sheets, fell to the floor.
Fleur's long blonde hair gave off a silver glow and billowed behind her with each step. Ron stared at the beautiful woman as she placed the tray on the nearby night stand and leaned forward to kiss Harry on each cheek. Hermione and Ginny both frowned and rolled their eyes. Ginny even cleared her throat as if to get rid of excess phlegm.
"'Arry! Eet is good to see you again! Eet 'as been too long, indeed. My seester never stops talking about you. She cannot wait to see you again!"
Just then, Mrs. Weasley walked into room, also holding a tray. She was huffing and had an agitated look on her face.
"I said I would bring him breakfast." Fleur waved Mrs. Weasley off.
"'Ave you heard the good news, 'Arry? Bill and I are to be married!"
"Wha- er. Congratulations! That's great news."
Fleur nodded and began to go into a long rant about how herself, Bill, and what she thought about the Weasley's home, which wasn't so flattering. Harry could tell she wasn't being malicious but there were some poor choice of words. As quickly as she had come in, Fleur gracefully departed. Everyone stared at her as she left, for various reasons. For instance, Harry was still slightly confused by her presence. Though if he were honest with himself, he would have to admit she had a nice as-
"Ginny, help me deliver this breakfast." Mrs. Weasley said quietly but aggressively. She didn't even turn to look at her daughter, but was still staring at the door instead.
"Why? I'm busy talking to this lot!"
"Now!" Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry, her face much softer now. "Please eat Harry. I'm sure you must be tired."
Mrs. Weasley marched out of the room and up the stairs. Ginny followed with her shoulders hunched over. Once they had left, Hermione took Ginny's spot on the bed and Ron sat down next to her. Harry nibbled on his bacon.
"So was there a big fight in the hospital with the Death Eaters? Mum took the newspaper before we could really read it."
Harry stopped eating and looked at Ron and Hermione. They were both watching him closely but averted their eyes when his caught theirs.
"About Voldemort," Ron and Hermione flinched. "There's something I need to tell you about the prophesy that was smashed."
The office papers haphazardly drifted down the crowded corridor. Milo's, intern and errand boy at the Ministry, eyes remained fixed on the papers floating in front of his wand. It took all his concentration to keep the forms up and not drop them as other wizards jostled him when they passed by. Finally, he let out the breath he was holding as he made to the Ministers office. However, before he could knock on the door, the papers all zoomed to the ceiling before scattering and falling to the floor. Behind him, Milo could hear snickering.
Without bothering to turn around to see who it was, he picked up all the forms and organized them by hand. He probably should have just carried them by hand in the first place, but the stack of papers was comically high enough to make such an action dangerous. Milo wondered why they needed so many forms to be delivered at once. Then again, everyone expected everyone else to transfer items by way of magic. Too bad his magic was laughable at best. He barely scraped by in school with three NEWTS.
Yes. Just barely scraped by…
Knock. Knock.
At the soft knock at his door, the new appointed Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour, grunted. Milo had learned that a grunt meant that it was his cue to come in and that the Minister was in a bad mood. He pushed the door in with shoulders and stumbled into the office. Trying to avoid dropping the documents a second time, Milo stumbled over to Scrimgeour's desk and dumped the papers knocking over several items. An ink bottle fell over the document the Minister was currently working on and into his lap. Scrimgeour immediately jumped to his feet and pointed his wand at Milo's nose.
"M-minister… I-I'm sorry. I…I didn't mean to…" he tried to apologized. His eyes stared at the wand as it started to spurt sparks the same shade of red as the Minister's face.
"GET OUT! NOW!"
Milo ran out of the office as quickly as he could and didn't stop until he reached the break room. He plopped down on one of the fold out chairs. His shoulders sagged and he put his head in his lap. In all honesty, he didn't know what the big deal was. One wave of his wand and Scrimgeour could clean up the mess AND organize the papers.
After all he was the Minster of Magic…
Powerful…
Respected…
Confident…
Certainly someone as great as the MINISTER OF MAGIC could perform such simple magic with ease!
With ease…
Unlike Milo…
Instead Milo gets blamed!
Like always!
Like always…
Like always…
"Like always. It's always my fault."
Fifteen minutes of moping later, Percy Weasley walked into the break room with a sandwich in his hand. He saw Milo hunched forward in his chair and signed. The poor boy has caused another mishap, he was sure. Percy took a seat in the chair next to him and cleared his throat. Milo turned his slightly so he could look at him with one eye.
"I don't want to talk to you." Milo said.
"I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you think." Percy said patiently.
"…Ha! I spilled ink on the Minister and he almost blew my head off."
"I'm sure he never would have actually blown your hear off. He's probably just stressed and has already forgotten about you. All will be back to normal tomorrow so cheer up." Percy decided to give Milo a quick pat on the back as well.
"That's just it! I don't want things to go back to normal! Normal me is pathetic, weak, has no friends…"
"I'm here aren't I?" Percy said a little offended.
"You know I don't mean you. I just…I don't know."
"You just need to keep trying. One day all your hard work will pay off. You know, when I first started working at the Ministry, my employer-"
"-Crouch didn't even know your name and now not only were you Fudge's assistant but you also work closely with Scrimgeour. I've heard this all before but your magic is leagues above mine. Your life story doesn't help me at all, it just depresses me more. "
Percy frowned and abruptly got up from his chair.
"Well, I don't know what else to say. I hope the rest of your day goes well so if you will excuse me I need to eat my lunch on my way to the next meeting."
Milo watched apathetically as Percy walked out of the room with his head held even higher than usual and took refuge in the fact that he would be forgiven by tomorrow. Percy pitied him too much to hold a grudge. It was one of the few perks of being a lower life form. People continued to pity him.
Like always…
He continued to sit in his chair and decided to skip work for the rest of the day. It's not like anyone would miss him. They would forget about him.
Like always…
"Why am I so pathetic?"
"You're not pathetic."
A small hand was placed on his shoulders and Milo sat up in surprise. Next to him stood a petite woman with stunning red hair, shining dark eyes, and a beautiful smile spread across her face. She patted his shoulders in comfort and took a seat next to him, never breaking their eye contact.
"Hello, my name is Circe. What's yours?" Milo watched as a stray strand of hair from her braid fell across her plump lip. Milo wanted to reach out and push the strand away.
"…"
"Are you listening?"
"Oh! My name! My name is Milo." He answered and stuck out his hand.
Circe giggled behind one hand and shook his with the other. Her hand was soft and smooth and he held it for a second longer than normal. Circe didn't seem to mind and instead held his hand with both of hers. Milo wondered why this woman was here. He hadn't been able to attract a girl's attention since school.
Now that he thought about it, the name sounded familiar. Obviously Circe was a famous witch who died years ago, but if he remembered correctly there was a foreign witch who showed up not too long ago with a capture Death Eater in toe. She accepted a job as an auror and had quickly grown a reputation for being a particularly vicious but impressive duelist. When Milo had first heard rumors about her, he had been scared. Her methods were extreme and often violent, which is why Scrimgeour favored her so much, but looking into her soft face now Milo figured the rumors were just exaggerated. The way she held his hand was too gentle, her eyes were too warm.
"Why would you call yourself pathetic or weak? I think your friend was right. All you need to do is give it time and I'm sure you can become a powerful wizard."
That explained everything. She was just another good Samaritan who pitied him. Milo slipped his hand out of hers and shook his head.
"Thanks for the encouragement." He whispered. Circe frowned.
"I mean it. I think anyone can become more powerful if they use the right method."
"I've tried many 'methods' before. Now of them worked."
Circe began to pat his back again, the gentle smile returning to her face, and started humming a cheerful tune. Milo sat there letting her pet him, enjoying both her attention and humming.
"How about this? When you've felt you can't take it anymore. When you've felt you're ready to prove yourself to the world no matter what, come to me. I'll do more than just listen and feed you pretty words. I show you my fool proof plan to getting stronger and increasing your magic." Circe offered.
"Y-you can make me stronger?"
"Yes."
"H-how?"
Circe wagged her finger in front of his face and tsked.
"I can only show you when you're ready. You have to be completely dedicated to my training to get stronger. It won't work if you falter, but if you don't fail you'll been able to access magic you never dreamed you could. It's a method I've used myself."
"You're going to show me your training method?" Milo felt hopeful for the first time in a while. Even if her method did fail, at least he could spend more time with her so it wouldn't be all bad. Who knows, maybe he'll even make a new friend.
"Yes, but remember only come to me when you've reached your breaking point. I need your full dedication."
"Why can't we start now? I'll give it my best."
"I'm sorry Milo, but I don't think you have the drive yet. You're almost there though. I can see it in you. Wait until it feels like your soul is on fire."
"My soul..."
Circe's smile wided. "Only when you feel it in your soul."
Milo nodded. Circe got up and left the room. She gave him one more smile before turning away. He stared at the seat she just inhabited and noticed a single large dark quill sitting benignly on the seat that wasn't there a moment ago.
There was a knock at Maka's door. She rubbed her red eyes and yawned. She hadn't slept at all and continued to stare out the window well into the day. Maka started to get up to answer the door, but it flew open before she even fully climbed out of the bed.
Standing at the door was the plump woman from last night, Mrs. Weasley. She was holding a tray of food and behind her stood a young girl with the same red hair. The other girl stared at her unabashedly. Maka figured this was Mrs. Weasley's daughter and vaguely wondered if the father she had met last night had already left for work.
"Mum, why is she wearing my pajamas?"
"Shhh! Hello, dear. How are you?" Mrs. Weasley asked gently.
"Hi. I'm fine…I guess."
Mrs. Weasley gave her a looked that had pity written all over it. She set the tray on the nightstand and handed her a sandwich while the daughter poured tea into a cup.
"Is Soul here yet?"
Mrs. Weasley shook her head.
"Who's Soul?" Ginny asked, sipping some of the tea before topping it off and handing it to Maka.
"Not now, Ginny. By the way, this is my daughter and youngest child. Ginny this is Maka. She will be staying with us for while?"
Mrs. Weasley didn't seem too sure about that last part and Maka sure as Hell wasn't planning on sticking around. Ginny stuck out her hand and Maka shook it gingerly.
"Hi, Maka."
"Hi…Ginny."
"So is there a reason You-Know-Who is hunting you?"
"Ginny! Why don't you go downstairs and start peeling the potatoes for lunch."
"I don't want to be alone with her!" Ginny gagged again to illustrate her point.
"Go! I'll be down in a second."
Ginny stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her. Mrs. Weasley flinched before looking at Maka.
"Go ahead and eat."
Maka looked down at the sandwich and tea she had in her hands, both untouched. Mrs. Weasley continued to look at her, so she took a small bite out of the sandwich. That one bite was enough to remind her body how much she was in need of food and her stomach began to growl loudly. Blushing, Maka took a bigger bite from the sandwich and took a sip of the tea. When Mrs. Weasley was satisfied that she had eaten enough, she gave Maka a small smile.
"Soul should be here soon. Right now, just try to relax. I'm sure last night was a very frightening experience."
"Um. It wasn't so bad." Actually, Maka hadn't been frightening at all.
"That's rather impressive. You're a brave girl."
"Thanks. I mean, thank you."
Mrs. Weasley left the room and Maka started on the eggs. Maka had planned to refuse their food, but her stomach was twisting into painful knots. Unfortunately, she had skipped dinner last night at the hospital because the roast beef looked too iffy. Maka ate silently in her room, even though she heard a lot of voices moving about in the house. None of them came to bother her again and for that she was grateful.
Her soul perception let her know Soul truly wasn't here and she began to wonder what was taking him so long. She noticed there were less people in the house than yesterday. The father was in fact no were to be found and she hoped he was fetching Soul.
She didn't leave the room all day. She had no desire to interact with the witches. Besides, she wasn't exactly wearing day time clothes. At one point she heard screaming and a female voice mentioned something about a test. Maka furrowed her brows and wondered what kind of test witches took. They were probably scored on how many buildings they could blow up at once, Maka thought.
Boredom overtook her quickly. She soon began to wish she was still receiving copies of the newspaper. Looking around the room, there wasn't much in way of reading material. There was an untidy pile of spell books, which Maka ignored at first. Next to the spell books were comics titled The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. She searched for more stimulating sources of literature but found nothing. Giving up, she grabbed the Charms spell book and one of the comics and began to peruse both.
Late into the afternoon, Maka finally felt Soul.
Renewed energy coursed through her. She immediately tossed one book back to the piles and ran out of the room. On her way down, she passed Harry, a brunette, and another red head who all stopped to stare at her running down the stair in Ginny's pjs. Darting into the kitchen she managed to pass the red headed girl, Mrs. Weasley, and an exceedingly beautiful woman who she only spared a glance to without saying a word to any of them. She heard Mrs. Weasley call out to her but she ignored her and ran out the back.
Outside in the distance Maka could see the old man Dumbledore, a witch she didn't know, and Soul. She ignored Dumbledore and the other man, and stopped in front of Soul. After giving him the once over, she decided he was in better shape than her. Unlike her, he wasn't sporting red eyes and someone else's clothes. He was clean, refreshed, and was wearing a new leather jacket.
"Soul, you're here!"
Tears started to well up in her eyes but she held them back. Instead she took hold of his hand and squeezed it tightly. Soul broke out into a wide smile. His pointed-toothed grin made her smile too and she started to laugh.
"Maka."
Soul pulled her into his arm and hugged her. Maka hugged him back and relished his embrace. The warmth from his body spread to hers and she leaned her head on his shoulders. She let one tear fall from her eye and couldn't be bothered to wipe it away.
Just as she was about to pull away, something wet poked itself into her ears. Maka screeched and Blair jumped down from Souls backpack pawing her nose. She curled herself around Maka's leg and began to pur innocently. Maka picked up the cat and petted her. She'll question Blair later. Right now she was glad to be around people she knew. Soul began petted the cat as well.
"Maka. You Ok?"
Maka nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Soul?"
"Hm."
Maka pulled out the Charms book she was hiding.
"Makaaaaa Chop!"
"Why are these papers out of order, Milo?" a Minstry official asked as she perused the stack of papers before her. She tapped her nails on the desk impatiently.
"I-I…er…"
How was he supposed to explained someone had knocked his papers to the ground again only this time he didn't know what order to put them in.
"Milo! Why does this document have a stain on it? Is that merpeople blood? Do you know how hard it is to get merblood out? Where did the merblood even come from?" another official voiced incredulous.
Milo didn't even know the answer to that one.
"I don't think these are even all of the documents. The pile seems smaller than usual. Did you forget anything again? How is it you always do this?" a third official quipped.
He failed again, like always.
Like always…
"Milo," the first official started. "How long have you been with us?"
"Er… for three and a half years."
"Yes, almost four years and you have yet to show any improvement or move up in the office. "
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"Do you plan on delivering office supplies and messages for the rest of your life?"
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"No. I don't."
"Yet, you don't seem to have any ambition or skills at all. Every year, new students fresh out of Hogwarts make their way to the Ministry, looking to do your job so they can get a foot in the door. It's a job anyone can do, so it'll be rather easy to replace you. So tell me, why shouldn't we replace you? Why shouldn't we hire someone to do your menial job, a job you seem to have trouble with?"
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"I-I-I'm a good… that is I can… I 've been very loyal and dedicated I think. A-and I think I have improve…"
The first official raised her hand to stop him.
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"Milo…"
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"I'm sorry…"
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"I do wish you the best in the future…"
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"but your future isn't with us."
He was about to fail again wasn't he.
Like always…
"You're fired, Milo."
He failed again.
Like always…
Like always…
Like always…
Like always…
Like always…
Like always…
"No." Milo said.
"No? Milo this isn't a choice."
"I'm not failing again."
"Listen, I know this is hard but…"
"I won't fail again. I won't fail again. I won't fail again! NOT AGAIN!" Milo screamed.
He kicked the desk the officials were sitting around towards them and stormed out of room. He ignored the yelps of the Ministry officials as they tried to scramble out of the way of the desk. Milo stormed down the Ministry's halls pushing aside anyone in his path. Several people screamed and shouted at him but he ignored them. No one would attack him. They still pitied him and looked down on him. They knew he was no threat to anyone. No one feared him. No one respected him.
Like always…
He continued on in a rage until he reached the outside world. He was about to disapparate to his home when a small hand touched his shoulders. He spun around, ready to snap at whoever touched him, but calmed down when he saw Circe with tears in her eyes.
"Are you Okay?" she asked, now holding his hand. Milo shook his head.
"I-I've been fired." He said. Circe gasped and gave his hand a small squeeze.
"I'm so sorry, Milo." She shook her head. "How could they fire you?"
"Because I was incompetent."
Like always…
"I don't think you're incompetent." Milo remained silently at her words. "They're the ones at fault. How could they just fire you after all you've done? It's injustice."
Milo nodded, silent. His whole life has been unjust.
"They're ungrateful, cruel, heartless creatures. They are the type of people who uses others for their own gain. I doubt they care much about their employees." Circe continued.
"They don't. Those bastards!" Milo shouted now biting his lip.
"I bet if I injured myself and couldn't fight anymore, all of my so called friends and admires would abandon me."
"At least you have friends! Unlike me! I feel like I'm about to…to…"
"Break?" Circe hid a small smile behind her hand.
"Yes! That's exactly it! I can't take it anymore! I'm about to break!"
Circe pulled Milo close to her and leaned her head on his arm. He was shaking, quivering with barely suppressed fury and self-loathing. His breathing was growing more erratic with each second.
"And the worse part is I can't even blame them! I really am that useless!"
Like always…
Circe began to rub Milo's arm and hum again. Milo stayed still, ignoring all of the wizards and Muggles who stared at the two as they passed. He should have known he couldn't scrape by in life like he always had. He needed to change. He needed to get stronger, at any cost necessary, or else it'll just be one failure after another.
"I hope you know I'm your friend Milo." Milo remained silent but nodded. Circe smiled at him and for a second he thought he saw her eyes change. She pulled him into a dark and quiet alley and stood on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear.
"I think you're ready for my 'special' training."
"Really?"
Circe nodded and from out of her bag she pulled a blue flickering object. The object was small and round but had a tip that flared up like a flame. It flickered and looked almost intangible in her hands. Milo wondered if it was solid.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Eat it."
"What!"
"Eat it. It has special properties that make someone stronger when it's consumed. If you eat it you will become stronger without a doubt."
"What is it?"
"It's a bit difficult to explain. Just trust me. You will become stronger. Isn't that what you want above all else, to become stronger."
Milo nodded. He took the small blue object and was surprised to find he could touch it. The object was light and squishy and gave off a heat similar to that of any warm blooded animal. He closed his eyes and swallowed the object. It didn't have any taste, but from the moment it slid down his throat a strange energy seemed to overcome him. He felt alive, renewed, lighter and he liked it. His head was empty and his body felt like air.
Something inside him snapped.
Milo looked at Circe to see she was smiling widely at him. For a second he thought her eyes changed again, becoming beady and black as an endless pit. Milo flinched but the next moment her eyes were normal again. Maybe he imagined it, perhaps high from eating the blue object.
"Congratulations. You've just eaten your first soul."
A/N
Another chapter complete! Maka and Soul have finally reunited and next chapter they form a deal with the wizards. This chapter I had a lot of fun writing Milo's part to the Soul Eater Soundtrack. Kindertotenlied, Victor, and Salve Maria were the best mood setters.
Now Circe has been introduced as a villain. Is she in leagued with the Grey Man or does she have her own agenda? Next chapter reveals how the three main antagonists (Circe, the Grey Man, and Voldemort) all tie in together.
Once again the next chapter will be up in one to two weeks. Please leave a review and tell me what you think so far. A finally thanks to all who reviewed, favored, and alerted my story!
