AN: Hey guys, I'm back with the next chapter of HP: DDG. Also, as I have said in the summary, I will be updating this story every Tuesday unlike the other two where I uploaded randomly. Anyway with the success of the previous chapter, here's the second. On with the show!

Pairings

Harry/Maka

Setting

Middle of 3rd Year

"Hello" – Speaking

"Hello" – Thoughts

"Expelliarmus" – Spells

"Witch Hunter" – Soul Resonance

Chapter 2 – Harry's Story and the New Gunner

The door swung open revealing a long corridor filled with red wooden frames, each had a guillotine set on top of the frame. The trio set off down the corridor and stopped when the made it into the room. It was a rather odd room; the walls were painted like the sky, complete with moving white clouds, the ground was covered in dust and in the middle of the room was a large dais on which sat a large black mirror, topped with a white skull. As Harry stared around the room, Maka released the hold she had on his hand and gave him a small push.

"Go on, it's you Lord Death wants. You need to call him on the mirror."

Nodding, albeit a little nervously, Harry walked further into the room and climbed up onto the dais. When he reached the mirror, he stared at it unsure of what to do. He then remembered what Maka did after his run-in with the Kishin. He breathed onto the mirrors surface and wrote the numbers: 42-42-564. Like the previous time, ripples appeared across the mirrors surface and he was greeted with the cartoonish face of the Grim Reaper.

"Ah Harry, how are you? What do you think of Death City so far?"

Harry shrugged.

"It's been alright so far, excluding the weird Kishin thing that tried to kill me." Lord Death sighed.

"Ok then, could you please answer me one question. What the hell was Albus smoking when he decided to send you here! This city is filled with monsters and it's lucky that you've been trained with a gun." He stopped when he noticed the sheepish look on Harry's face and a large sweat drop appeared on the side of his face. "You haven't been trained have you?"

"Only by what I've seen on TV and what I've read in books. The rest was a little guess work."

A loud smack was heard followed by sniggering. Harry turned while Lord Death looked over Harry's head and they were both greeted by the sight of Maka face palming and Soul laughing at Maka's reaction. Harry turned back to Lord Death as he spoke again.

"Now, could you tell me the reason why you are here?" Harry stared at him.

"No offence but I'll tell you my story if you tell me how you know Professor Dumbledore."

Lord Death groaned before launching into his story.

"I met Albus back when he was a young lad, about forty or so, anyway he was here in Death City and had run into a spot of bother with some Kishin. So I despatched a team to aid him and then to bring him to me. It turns out he had been here to visit a potential student. Since then we have been rather good friends. Now I believe it's your turn to tell your story."

Harry sighed and recounted what had happened earlier that evening.

*Flashback begins*

Harry climbed up the moving staircases and began walking towards the portrait leading to Gryffindor Tower. While he was walking he was going over what he had heard at The Three Broomsticks.

"Sirius Black remains to this day…Harry Potter's Godfather!"

WHAM!

Suddenly, as he had not being paying attention, he felt something hit him over the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. When he awoke, he found himself lying outside the castle. He looked up and what he saw sent a wave of anger and shock through him. His friends were standing in front of what looked like the entire school and they were burning all of his clothes, books and precious belongings. Tears filled his eyes as he watched as his photo album, filled with pictures of his parents, was hurled into the fire.

"Look, the bastards awake!"

The next thing he knew he was hulled to his feet by Neville Longbottom.

"Neville, what's going on? Why are you guys burning my stuff?" He was answered with a punch to the gut.

"Shut it ya Dark piece of shit! You don't have the right to speak. Ron told us everything."

Said Weasley walked forward and stood in front of Harry and slugged him hard across the face.

"How do you like that you prick, is that why you kept stealing everyone's attention! So you could free your Death Eater Godfather!"

Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders and began to shake him. As he did this, unwelcome memories from the Dursley's came back to his mind.

"Freak!"

"Disgrace!"

"You don't deserve to live!"

"STOP IT, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

BANG!

In a fit of uncontrollable magic, Ron was blasted away from Harry and slammed into the castle wall. He died upon impact. The crowd roared in anger and ran at Harry, intending to kill him. So Harry did the only thing he could do. He ran.

*Flashback ends*

Lord Death stared at Harry as he finished his tale, tears rolling down his face. Maka and Soul stared at him. How could people turn on him like that, even he hadn't known. They looked up when Lord Death addressed them.

"Maka…Soul, please leave us and go find your witch soul while Harry and I discuss what to do with him."

Maka looked from Harry to Lord Death and back. Harry gave her a small smile and nodded at her. She let out a small sigh.

"C'mon Soul, let's get you your final soul."

Soul watched Maka's slightly slumped posture before shrugging and followed her out.

"Sure, after all as a cool guy we'll get the soul easily and be back in time for dinner."

When the door had closed behind the two, Lord Death spoke.

"I think it would be best if we spoke to each other in person."

Before Harry could say anything he watched as the Grim Reaper stepped out of the mirror and stood in front of him. Harry winced slightly as he felt the power radiating from the God of Death.

"Now, usually you would be sent into two different categories. A Meister like Maka or a Weapon like Soul. Unfortunately as you're a wizard you don't have the necessary blood to become either as your parents weren't a Meister or a Weapon. Instead you could become a mix of the two."

"But how could that be possible Lord Death? You said yourself that I don't have the correct the blood."

"Ah but with the correct amount of training you wouldn't need to have the correct blood, you would be known as either a Weaponless Meister or a Meisterless Weapon. You will wield only your gun and whatever guns you buy and you will be able to destroy Kishin's and collect their souls to be used as fuel."

"But why can't I give the souls to other weapons?"

"That would count as cheating."

Lord Death then clapped one of his large box-like hands and dragged Harry into the mirror.

"In here time passes at a very slow pace. I will teach you everything you will need to know about Weapons, Meisters and I will train you how to use your gun. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he knew that the time he would be learning from Lord Death would be hell.

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When Harry finally emerged from the mirror, his arms and head were pounding from the combined practical and theory lessons. As he was gripping his head tightly, he heard Lord Death gasp. He looked round and saw the Grim Reaper watching something in the mirror. Ignoring the pain he was feeling, he dragged himself over to the mirror. What he saw brought a look of surprise to his tired face. Maka and Soul, in his scythe-form, were fighting against a woman with long purple hair and a rather large bust. The woman was currently hurling glowing pumpkins at the two who were dodging to the best of their ability.

"Shouldn't we help them?" asked Harry as he was worried that they could both be killed.

"Unfortunately we can't, I could easily destroy her with a single Reaper Chop but then those two wouldn't be learning now would they?"

Harry sighed but continued to watch alongside Lord Death until a few minutes later they heard the door open. They both turned round only to see a man with long red hair dressed in a brown suit, a white shirt and a black cross-shaped tie. He was laughing as he walked down the corridor.

"Seriously? Your daughter's in trouble and you've been out drinking, jeez what's wrong with you."

"WHAT! What's happened to Maka?" Yelled the man as he scrambled up onto the dais and stood next to Lord Death.

"She and soul are currently in a fight with a witch and their struggling."

The man turned around and to Harry's amazement, scythe blades began sprouting from his body.

"Dammit, hold on Maka daddy's coming!"

"HOLD IT! As I've already explained to Harry here, if we intervene your daughter won't learn."

The man retracted his blades before looking at Lord Death in confusion.

"Who's Harry?"

Lord Death then dragged Harry in front of him.

"This is Harry Potter. Harry this is Death Scythe, he is my personal weapon."

Harry held out his hand in greeting which Death Scythe kindly returned. The three then turned back to the mirror and continued to watch the fight.

"Yeah that's right leave my daughter for her you little scumbag!" Death Scythe yelled at Soul as he was apparently leaving Maka for the witch, which led to Lord Death whacking him over the head with his large hand. Harry though paled when he heard the word 'daughter'.

"Oh crap, I'm so screwed."

Although, they were all relieved when it turned out to be a ruse and they managed to destroy the witch.

"Oh thank god, they're both ok, although there was something up with that witch." Said Lord Death, while Harry and Death Scythe both danced around in celebration of the pair's victory. When it turned out that the witch was really a cat, Harry was rolling on the ground, laughing while Lord Death and Death Scythe stared at the mirror in surprise. Finally, Lord Death turned off the mirror and looked at the pair.

"Well that was….interesting. Harry, why don't you go wait out front for the two of them while I speak to Death Scythe here."

Nodding, Harry turned and leapt of the dais. As he walked down the corridor he heard the two speaking in hushed whispers. When he left the room, it took him a while to navigate the hallways of the school but eventually he made it outside. Just in time as he saw Maka and Soul speaking to each other. Soon Soul just nodded and walked away while Maka walked up the stairs. She looked up when she heard a cough and smiled when she saw Harry and ran to him.

"Harry! How are you? Was your meeting with Lord Death a success?" She asked, deliberately trying not to mention her and Soul's loss. Harry on the other hand looked at her with a sad look on his face.

"It went pretty well but how are you feeling, I saw your fight with the witch." At this Maka felt her shoulders slump. Harry tilted her head up to look at him. Maka blushed at the look in Harry's eyes.

"Even if you lost and had all your Kishin souls confiscated, you tried your best. It's not your fault. How were you supposed to know that she was a magic cat?" Maka smiled at Harry's attempt to cheer her up.

"Thanks Harry, still all that work to collect those souls and they're all taken away." She sighed before looking back at Harry with a curious expression on her face. "So what exactly are you, a Weapon or a Meister?" Harry then began to explain about how he wasn't able to become either and that he would be counted as a sort of hybrid between the two.

"Wow! I've never heard of that happening before, you have to be the first one over!"

Harry groaned. He shook his head before looking back at Maka.

"So, tell me about yourself Maka. Have you always lived here and why is your dad a little…" He twiddled his finger next to his temple in a hand sign for 'crazy'. Maka giggled.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." She said as a large grin replaced her shy look.

Harry blinked in surprise, he was pretty sure that on some level that that phrase was usually reserved for flirting, but he grinned back at her anyways.

"Deal." And with that, they Maka began telling him about her life as they both walked into DWMA but unknown to them, someone had been watching.

"So this is where you are Harry, I must admit this was rather clever of Albus. And you've got a girlfriend already too, your father would be so pleased. I better get Sirius before we can reunite." And with that, the figure disappeared with a loud CRACK!

AN: And the second chapter is complete. May be a little worse than the last chapter but my laptop's screen broke so I had to get a new laptop as it was cheaper to buy a new one than have the screen replaced. So that means I lost the original second chapter and the first chapter of this story, my batman crossover, my Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokémon stories which is why I've not updated those stories in a while so I apologise to the people who liked those stories. I also lost the first chapter of my batman crossover's sequel, yes I will be doing a sequel but it will take a while for it to be done as will the other two. Think of it as a temporary hiatus. Any I apologies for the shortness of the chapter. This is PokeMasterShaun, signing off.