Chapter 1: The Skull in the Sky

The night was still and silent in the cold highland grasslands of the United Kingdom. Far across a patch of marshes a large cave poked from the ground like a wart, gusts of wind drifting into the entrance as though the cave were breathing.

Deeper into the abyss a scream echoed from below followed by the crack of a rock being smashed against something before the faint sound of teeth tearing into meat could be heard as a gangly figure could be seen, squatting over whatever he was eating, a bloody stone laid at his side.

The figure's face became illuminated in the pale blue light of his victim's soul which showed off his large bulbous eyes, pointed ears and sharp teeth as he stopped chewing on the severed arm he was eating and instead picked up the soul. A slimy black tongue crept out to lick his dry lips before his mouth split into a wide gape so he could swallow the soul in one gulp, a pulse of light momentarily filling his stomach.

The killer tensed as the metallic clang of a blade sounded behind him. He peered over his shoulder to see the shadow of a teenage girl standing a few meters away from him, the light of the moon shining down on her from the entrance of his cave.

"I've finally tracked you down." The girl said in a calm tone, glaring at him with emerald green eyes as the figure fully turned around and hissed at her, baring his long fangs and sharp claws. "Sixty seven disappearances of men, women and children in these highlands, all because of you and your insatiable taste for human flesh. Of all the Kishin eggs I've hunted down you have to be the most sickening." The Kishin egg screeched as the girl raised her weapon; a gigantic scythe that stood a foot taller than her.

"Mad Cannibal, Sawney Bean. You've had your last meal. Your soul is mine!" The girl proclaimed as Bean began to scamper towards her, springing between the walls and ceiling of the cave. As he lunged at her the girl pole vaulted forward on her weapon, delivering a double kick to the cannibal's gut sending him flying back and before he could even hit the ground, she leaped after him and reeled back her blade before she deapitated Bean's hideous head and his body quickly vanished leaving behind his corrupted soul.

As the girl landed and looked back at her trophy, her weapon began to glow before it transformed into a boy of fourteen. He drooled as he grabbed hold of Bean's soul and opening a mouthful of shark like teeth lowered it into his mouth as he chewed and swallowed the soul sighing with relief when he'd done so.

"You weren't kidding about him, Maka, cause that soul wasn't the tastiest I've eaten." He said as Maka Albarn looked at her partner slightly confused.

"Didn't you tell me souls have no flavour though, Soul?" She asked as Soul Eater waggled his hand in a so-so fashion.

"Eh, kinda, it's the texture that makes them so delicious. This was sorta gamy."

"Well since he ate human meat as well as souls it's no surprise." Maka replied as she began to leave the cave. "I'll see if I can find you something yummier next time."

"I'll hold you too it." Soul grinned as he followed after. The pair sighed as they smelled the night air, grateful to be out of the rank cave. But as they were about to report back to Lord Death on a successful mission, a cacophony of screams sounded across the fields and as Maka squinted into the distance she could make out the growing blaze of a fire breaking out.

"What the hell is that?" Soul asked as he too stared at the distant flames.

"I don't know...but we're gonna find out." Maka said with a hardened gaze.

"Do we have to?" Soul groaned. "It took us six hours to find this bastard. Let's just leave it to the Fire Force."

"No Soul. If this is the work of a Kishin it's our duty to investigate. If we find any trouble we'll handle it if we can; if not we'll pull back and report it to Lord Death. I won't bite off more than I can chew if that's what you're worried about."

"Fine, let's go." Soul sighed, turning back into a scythe as they set off towards the fire. As they drew closer to the location they found themselves upon a giant campsite teaming with tents, many if not all of which had been set aflame.

"Well at least we now know what caused the fire." Soul muttered as Maka looked in shock amongst the burning tents and screaming people fleeing in all directions. But as she scanned the area to make sense out of the madness something caught her eye. A few yards from the site Maka could see a group of six menacing figures. They were dressed in pitch black robes with tall pointed hoods and their faces were covered by gleaming silver masks. But what horrified Maka the most was what they were doing. Each of the figures were holding a long wooden stick in their hands and pointing them at a family they had circled. The man, his wife and their children were writhing on the ground and screaming whilst the figures chanted words Maka couldn't make sense of.

"Just who are those KKK looking freak shows, Maka?" Soul wondered. "Some sorta cult maybe?"

"I don't know. But it's clear they're up to no good." Maka glared at the distant figures as she advanced towards them. "Hold it right there!" The robed figures stopped chanting and faced the meister. One of them pointed the long stick in their hand at her before shouting.

"Avada kedavra!" Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Maka's soul perception instinctively activated, as she saw a ball of blazing green light shoot towards her from the man's stick. It glowed with a sinister and deadly energy; one she knew all too well.

'Black magic.' Maka thought as she dived out of the way of the attack and countered as she lunged towards the figure and reeled her scythe back, transforming Soul into his glistening crescent form.

"WITCH HUNTER!" She cried before she sliced clean through her attacker who screamed in agony as his body turned pitch black and twisted into nothing leaving behind his soul, dark purple and pulsing. The other figures staggered back in shock as they stared at the girl with what appeared to be fear.

"Oh god no..." One whispered in disbelief.

"What's one of them doing here?!" Another asked.

"Unless you all want to go the way of your friend, you'll start talking!" Maka snarled. "How did you come into contact with dark magic?! What were you doing to those people and why?! Answer me!"

"Better do as she says, dudes. You won't like her when she's angry. Trust me." Soul grinned from his reflection which only frightened the figures further. But before any of them could speak a fowl voice sounded from nearby that echoed across the highlands.

"MORSMORDRE!" It bellowed as Maka and the robed people looked up to see a ball of pale green light shoot into the sky like a firework before it exploded into the image of gigantic skull, a thick hissing serpent slithering from its jaw.

Maka shivered as she felt a sudden wave of fear wash over her. Whatever that mark was, it was practically radiating with pure evil. And it seemed to be too much for the figures to take as they suddenly vanished into the air in plumes of black smoke. Maka looked around in confusion as she watched them disappear before cursing.

"Dammit. I let them get away."

"Don't sweat it. We got one of their souls." Soul reassured.

"Yeah. Better turn this one into Lord Death to examine though. I've never seen anything like it." Maka said as she pocketed the soul of the figure who'd attacked her earlier.

"Plus, whoever made that overgrown tattoo appear; sounded like they're in that direction." Soul pointed his blade north towards the forest.

"Then we'd best investigate while we still have a chance of catching him." Maka suggested as she headed off in direction of the voice.

She weaved between the burnt remains of the campsites as she searched for any nearby tainted souls. but as she ran someone suddenly crossed her path bringing her to a halt before she could bump into them.

"Hey watch it, would you?!" The stranger barked, revealed to a be a bespectacled boy with black hair and green eyes. Though the lad jumped when he noticed her weapon.

"I could say the same to you." Maka muttered as her eyes narrowed when she noticed something partially hidden beneath the boy's fringe. As she looked closer she saw that it was a scar, strangely in the shape of a lightning.

"...Where did you get that?" She murmured as the boy furiously sweeped his hair over the scar.

"None of your ruddy business. And I could ask the same about that." He pointed to Soul.

"Touché. And I found him in a music shop" Maka hummed much to the boy's growing confusion as she saw the his soul. It was similar to the one she'd claimed earlier, only it it was innocent so whoever he was she was safe to assume he wasn't her enemy. Still, there was something off about it that kept her curiosity.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" She asked glancing at the giant skull. The lad stared at the ominous image before he winced in pain, bringing his hand to his temple.

"Hey. You ok?" Maka asked before her sixth sense tingled. Her gaze snapped to the right as she sensed another soul nearby; one wrought with hatred and malice. She squinted into the gloom to see the silhouette of a man looking at them from afar. He took a step toward them, prompting Maka to poise her weapon, but before he could advance any further more voices filled the air.

"Harry~! Where are ya?!"

"Harry~!" The new voices stopped the mysterious man as he turned back and began to run.

"Stop!" Maka was about to pursue him but the man had already vanished like the cultists from before. At that moment two more people arrived on the scene; a boy with red hair and a girl with brown hair.

"Who are you two?" Maka asked as the two teens approached the boy.

"His mates, what do you think?" The red haired boy snorted before he yelped at the sight of her scythe. "And watch it with that bloody thing! You'll poke an eye out, you muppet!"

"What was that now?" Maka grinned, a sign of her short fuse burning before the brown haired girl slapped the boy's shoulder.

"Might not be best to make her angry, Ronald." She scolded. "He's the only muppet here." She said to Maka.

"I know my fair share of them at home." The meister replied earning an amused smile from the girl.

"Well glad to see you two bonding over making fun of Ron." The bespectacled boy muttered. "But do either of you make anything of that?" He asked bringing focus once more back to the floating snake-tongued skull. The girl shivered from the sight of it but before she could answer a crowd of figures suddenly materialised around the group in a circle.

"STUPEFY!" They shouted as sparks of red light began to fly at them. Maka twirled Soul in hand as she deflected the attacks whilst the other children ducked to avoid them. But before she could counterattack...

"STOP! THAT'S MY SON!" The robed men stopped firing as another man with thinning red hair pushed his way to the centre. "Ron! Harry, Hermione, are you alright?!" He worried over the three before noticing Maka. "And who are..." His eyes widened when he saw her weapon to which Maka sighed irritably.

"Is it gonna be the same thing with each of you? We're just a meister and weapon for pete's sake." She said before she felt one of the men pointing their weapon at her back. She was about to wheel around to cut him down when an orderly voice stopped her.

"NO!" She looked to see a well-dressed man in a bowler hat and sporting a moustache approaching the group. "All of you stand down! She's one of the Reaper's." He said.

"'Reaper'? What's he mean by that." The boy now known as Harry asked his friends who shook their heads having no answer to give him. Maka was about to question the man when she heard a familiar voice.

"Well now. This is an unexpected turn of events." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her contact mirror to see Lord Death staring back at her. "Maka, hand me over to the man in the hat if you please." Maka nodded, somewhat confused still by the situation as she gave the mirror to the man who's eyes widened when he saw the Shinigami.

"I apologise, Sir. I never meant for my meister to stumble upon you like this, but I assure you she means no harm."

"Could've fooled me." Ron muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry, Lord Death. After we completed the mission we saw a fire breakout nearby. When we investigated we found a group of hooded figures torturing civilians." Maka explained.

"Death Eaters." Ron's Dad identified them fearfully as Maka continued.

"I ordered them to stop but they attacked me with black magic and their souls were evil so I killed one of them but the rest got away."

"She did what now?!" Ron asked aghast.

"I know, Maka. I saw the whole thing from my mirror." Lord Death replied. "And not long afterwards that frightful thing appeared if I'm not mistaken."

"It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark." The girl know as Hermione explained to her friend.

"You mean Voldemort?" He asked. The other people visibly flinched at the mention of the name which puzzled Maka.

"Which is why we are here." The man in the hat spoke up as he approached the teens. "So which of you conjured it?" He demanded. "You've been discovered at the scene of a crime."

"Barty, they're just kids!" Ron's Dad argued.

"It wasn't them." Maka sided with him. "I sensed the soul of whoever cast it when it happened and I followed it to this spot; none of them match."

"Not only that, but there was a man following me before I ran into her." Harry added to the defence. "I didn't see his face but he was shabby and wearing a large coat."

The man in the hat seemed somewhat shaken by the description before one of his men spoke up.

"Mr Crouch, over here!" The group looked to see one of the man's associates peering behind a nearby bush and as they drew closer they saw a small creature curled up on the ground, moaning. It was small and pale with bat like ears, a round reddish nose and a patch of dark brown hair. It appeared to be female and was garbed in a tea towel of all things.

"A house elf?" Ron's Dad identified the creature.

"Winky?" Hermione called the elf by her name when Harry suddenly noticed something in her hand.

"My wand!" He said in surprise.

"Yours?" Mr Crouch's associate checked as he eyed Harry suspiciously. "Is that a confession to conjuring the mark."

"Amos, do you hear yourself?! Why would Harry Potter conjure the mark of You-Know-Who?!"

"Sorry, Arthur, caught up in the moment there." Amos apologised to Ron's Dad before turning back to Winky. "Elf, did you use Harry Potter's wand to conjur the Dark Mark." The elf shook with fear under the man's stern gaze.

"I...I is not doing it, Sir. I is not performing the dark arts, Sir."

"Let's see then, shall we?" Amos pulled out his own wand, muttered something and tapped it against Harry's which caused another Dark Mark to burst from the wand which the man quickly dispersed.

"So, we find you beneath the Dark Mark with this boy's wand in hand and the last spell used on it was the one to conjur the mark itself."

"That's impossible." Maka spoke up, reminding the group she was still here. "Her voice is high pitched and the one I heard was a man's voice."

"She's right." Hermione said in a thankful tone. "We heard it too. There's no way Winky could have conjured it when her voice clearly doesn't match."

"Something she could have easily accomplished with another spell. Disguise her voice and use another's wand to cover her tracks." Amos deducted. "Do you deny it, Elf?"

"Amos, this spell can only be performed by few people. It's old and forgotten magic. Where could she possibly have learned such a spell." Arthur debated.

"Where indeed?" Mr Crouch said as he glared at Amos. "Are you suggesting that I taught my servant such disgusting magic, Amos?"

"N-No, Sir, not at all." Amos said nervously.

"You know full well both Harry Potter's story and my blatant hatred for the Dark Arts and all who practice them, if the number of Death Eaters I've put away in Azkaban wasn't enough to show it."

"Sir, I'm not suggesting that you-"

"If you accuse my elf then you accuse me, Diggory!" Crouch barked before he turned to face Winky. "Though it is possible she could have learned it from anyone."

"She's not the culprit! She couldn't have stolen Harry's wand!" Hermione debated.

"And I know what I saw! This isn't the one you're looking for!" Maka insisted.

"Maka." The girl looked to see Mr Crouch handing her mirror back as Lord Death addressed her. "As troubling and unfortunate as the situation is, it is not one for us to be involved in. I suggest you return to the academy; we have more pressing matters to attend to."

"But Sir-"

"That's an order. Leave matters of magic to the Ministry." The Reaper commanded.

"Wait, magic? Ministry? What are you talking about?"

"Like I said, it isn't a matter that concerns us. I'll explain when you get back." With that, the mirror flickered out leaving Maka alone with her thoughts. She clenched her teeth in frustration as she roughly pocketed the mirror and holstered Soul onto her back, who hadn't said a word through the whole ordeal; he had too many questions to choose from.

"Despite how the situation looks, your true culprit is long gone by now." She said to Crouch. "But if it cleans up matters quicker, always have a scapegoat handy, right?" She added in disgust before turning to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Sorry to cut our meeting short, but I'm needed back home. You three take care." She said as she began to walk away before Harry called out to her.

"Wait! I didn't get your name."

"Yes, who are you? Where are you from?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah and what's all this talk about sensing souls and this Lord Death bloke, whoever he is?" Ron questioned. The scythe meister looked over her shoulder before she answered.

"Maka Albarn. One Star scythe meister of the DWMA." She stated before carrying on leaving the group behind.

"She's from where now?" Harry questioned.

"DWMA? Why does that sound annoyingly familiar?" Hermione scratched her head. "I know I've heard it once before."

"What during one of your bouts of 'light' reading?" Ron wagered with a smirk.

"No. It was a long time ago. Before I even found out I was a witch." The boys looked at her as she struggled to remember. "Oh, it'll come to me soon, I'm sure."

"No doubt about that, knowing you."

Meanwhile, Maka was also wracking her brain. Just what had she stumbled upon. Were those people witches? She'd never heard of male witches before and more importantly why had Lord Death been so calm about it? Witches were their enemies, weren't they? Whatever the case she hoped the Reaper would be true to his word of explaining the situation when she retuned.

"The gang's never gonna believe this when we get back." Soul said breaking the silence.

"That's putting it mildly. Also what kept you so quiet?" Maka asked back.

"Considering the mere sight of me put the fear in them I didn't wanna freak 'em out any further by talking."

"Good point." Maka agreed as she looked up at the snickering moon. 'Whoever they were I know this much; that mark was an omen if ever I've seen one. Worse than a moon with red teeth.'

XXX

The return flight to Death City was a long one back from the British Isles but eventually Maka and Soul were looking upon their desert-based home of Death City.

"Home sweat home, right?" Soul grinned wiping his brow.

"Gross!" Maka laughed as they made their way to their apartment and upon opening the door Soul was greeted with two voluptuous breasts smothering his face.

"Welcome home, you two~!" Blair greeted the pair in her scantily dressed human form as Soul fell backwards in a faint, nose bleeding like a fountain as Maka slapped her forehead in frustration.

"Do you have to smother him every time, Blair? One of these days you're gonna give him anaemia."

"Oh you know he loves it." Blair laughed.

"Dream on, succubus." Soul croaked as he picked himself up, plugging his nose with some tissue from his pocket.

The team had barely unpacked when the mirror rang. Upon answering they were greeted with a head of familiar lavender pink hair.

"Crona!" Maka beamed at the reflection of her closest friend next to Soul who returned her smile with a small shy one of his own.

"H-Hi, Maka."

"Hey, good to see you, man." Soul grinned at the scrawny meister.

"Welcome back." He said before a black blob with ping-pong eyes burst from his back.

"Hi there, Mini-Ragnarok." Maka smirked at the sight of the demon sword who glared back at her.

"Damn. You're back a hundred years too early, cow! What's it gonna take to kill you?!" Maka rolled her eyes at the demon's insult, making a mental note to chop him later.

"You'd need a dragon to take me down." She claimed before turning her attention back to Crona. "So how are you, Crona? Anything happen while we were gone?"

"Actually, yes." Crona answered. "Professor Stein wanted me to let you know, Lord Death has something important to tell us. Black Star and Kid will be there too along with the girls."

"Aww come on! We only just got back and already Lord Death's calling us in again?!" Soul said exasperated.

"Sorry, I-I know you both must be pretty tired, I just thought you should know." Crona rubbed his arm.

"It's ok, Crona, thanks for letting us know. We'll see you there." Maka thanked him before hanging up.

"I can't believe this. That bonebag's gonna run us ragged." Soul groaned.

"Well at least I can get some answers about that mess we ran into last night." Maka suggested as the pair made their way off to the academy to meet up with the rest of their teammates.

XXX

Upon arriving at the Death Room, Maka and Soul were greeted by their friends; besides Crona, the arrogant assassin Black Star and his partner Tsubaki Nakatsukasa were there too along with Lord Death's son, Death the Kid accompanied by Liz and Patty Thompson. Not only that, their two main teachers were present as well: Franken Stein and Marie Mjolnir.

"Maka, Soul, welcome back." The latter greeted her students. "The mission went well I hope."

"Fish in a barrel." Soul grinned. "Or cannibal in a cave rather."

"Honestly finding him was the hard part. Taking him down was easy." Maka huffed blowing one her bangs out of her face. "Something more rewarding would be nice next time."

"Hee-hee, you sound like Black Star, Maka." Patty giggled at the busybody girl's sudden attitude which made her jolt, realising she did indeed sound cocky.

"What's gotten into me?" She groaned as the aforementioned assassin laughed boastfully.

"Glad to see you're finally following in my footsteps, Maka. Just ditch the coat and spike up your hair and I might just consider making you my protégé." He said slinging an arm around her shoulder which only earned him a book to the face.

"As if you could teach me anything, Black Star other than how to be loud and obnoxious." She said.

"At least I can still wield my own wavelength!" Black Star said back.

"Now, now, let's not start any fights. We need to get down to business." Lord Death spoke up. "You're probably wondering why I've called you all here." The group nodded. "Well, kids, I've been contacted by a certain school. Have any of you heard of Hogwarts?" the meisters and weapons looked at each other with puzzled stares and shrugs except for Crona whose eyes widened in shock.

"Ring any bells, Crona?" The reaper queried as the demon swordsman instinctively clutched his arm as he often did when nervous.

"I did hear about, o-once. B-Back when I lived with Lady M-Medusa." He began to stutter. "I-It's a...a school for witches and wizards." The others gasped in disbelief.

"A school of witches?! How can something like that exist?!" Tsubaki questioned.

"Where is it?! I'll raise it to the ground and put all their heads on pikes!" Black Star snarled.

"And what do you mean by wizards, Crona? I thought Eibon was the only wizard." Kid asked his friend. "But like Tsubaki said, how can such a school exist? Why have you never told me about it, Father?" He turned to Lord Death who raised his large white hand.

"There's no cause for alarm, kids." he said calmly. "Though it may sound hard to believe, Hogwarts is actually inhabited by good witches and wizards. Unlike the ones we deal with who wield their magic for death and destruction and primarily consist of witches, these ones have built a respectable and diplomatic society equal parts witch and wizard."

"From what we know, it's located in Britain and has existed for almost as long as the DWMA." Stein explained.

"And the headmaster of the school is a close friend of Lord Death's. His name is Albus Dumbledore." Marie added.

"But why have we never heard of it?" Maka asked before she remembered. "Wait. Those people I met. They were witches and wizards weren't they?"

"That's right, Maka." Lord Death confirmed. "And their government is known as The Ministry of Magic. The entire society is shrouded from the naked eye in a pocket space, not unlike the witch realm we know of. In fact many witches and wizards there hale from clans inhabiting the Grand Witche's realm which is why there are so many similarities between the two."

"But why would this magic school contact us? Wouldn't they be scared of us being witch hunters and all?" Liz queried.

"Well you see, Hogwarts has invited us to participate in a legendary event: the Triwizard Tournament. A gathering of several schools where each one enters a champion into a series of tasks to compete for a grand prize. Dumbledore invited us as he believes it would be a good opportunity for our two societies to learn to coexist together. After all, it would be quite the problem if any of you accidentally hunted down one of their innocent citizens mistaking them for one of our wicked witches."

"A tournament?" Black Star murmured before a huge grin spread across his face and he leapt up punching the air. "YAHOOOO! You mean me and Tsubkai get to show how awesome we are...in front of an actual live audience?!"

"That's about the size of it." Lord Death replied.

"And you're sure we can trust these people?" Kid asked sceptically. "This could be a trap."

"I assure you, Kid, these folk are good people. Besides it's not like good witches and wizards are impossible. You've met Eibon and let's not forget Kim and little Angela." Marie reassured. Kid digested her words for a moment before he nodded understandingly.

"So then." Lord Death stated to the group. "Are you in or out? I'm not ordering any of you to go and neither is Dumbledore. This is your decision and your decision alone." The others looked at each other before turning back to Lord Death to give their answers.

"Well I'm sure as hell going." Black Star said gesturing his thumb to himself.

"Then of course he's gonna need me there for him." Tsubaki added before the two smiled at each other.

"You can count me in Father." Kid said calmly with his arms folded.

"Us too" said Liz and Patty. Soul turned his head to his meister. "Well Maka? Are we going?" he asked. She turned her head to him and gave him a thumbs up.

"Damn right we are." She said. "If there really is a school full of good witches and wizards, then I definitely want to meet them." Soul stared for a few seconds before flashing her a grin, revealing his sharp teeth.

"Well if everyone's going then so am I." Crona piped up.

"Hey! Don't I get to decide as well?" Ragnarok barked as he popped out of Crona's back.

"Well Crona's the meister." Maka stated. "And it's not like you can just walk away."

"I never asked for your opinion, cow!" Ragnarok snapped.

"Then it's settled." Lord Death said clapping his hands together. "Marie and Stein will be accompanying you to the school. After all someone's gonna have to watch you for the next year."

"A YEAR?!" The children shouted in disbelief.

"That's right" Lord Death said. "The tournament roughly covers a year at Hogwarts so you'll be staying there for a year as well."

"But Sir" Maka protested. "We can't miss a full year of school!"

"Don't worry, Maka." Stein said as he put his hand on her shoulder. "Marie and I won't just be there to watch you. We'll continue our lessons at Hogwarts."

"Splendid!" said Lord Death. "Now off you go and pack your things. I'll also supply you each with some wizard money. There are quite a few attractions surrounding Hogwarts where you can spend a shiny penny or two, or as they say 'a sickle or galleon.' I want you all back here in two weeks at 9:00 o clock sharp. See you then." With that the group of meisters, weapons and teachers left the room, leaving Lord Death alone with his thoughts. He quietly stared at his reflection and sighed.

"Well Albus. After all these years you'll finally get to see what I've achieved since we last met. This is going to be quite an amazing year"

XXX

"Dammit Soul! Hurry up already! The others are waiting for us!" Maka yelled for her weapon to finish packing. She stood in the doorway of their apartment along with Crona, holding a large suitcase in one hand. The morning of their departure had arrived and needless to say it had been rather drastic. Firstly they had had trouble choosing clothes for the journey. Secondly Maka had a rough time saying goodbye to her Dad on the phone. It was almost impossible to get him to hang up what with all the sobbing. And finally neither of them had eaten breakfast since they hadn't had time to restock from having only got back yesterday, so both were in a bad mood from the hunger. And to top all that off, they hadn't seen any sight of Blair since last night. It was strange she wasn't there to say goodbye considering they wouldn't be back for a year. It was true the cat could be a nuisance at times but she was still part of the family.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Jeez!" Soul came into view also carrying a large suitcase.

"Good now let's go!" with that the two left the apartment and made their way back to the academy with Crona closely following them.

XXX

The group were now standing in the death room together. Black Star and Tsubaki had also arrived, as well as Marie and Stein, all of which had luggage of their own. Now they just had to wait for Kid Liz and Patty. A few seconds later the iron doors burst open revealing the three of them panting.

"I'm surprised we actually made it." Kid said as he tried to catch his breath.

"It's your own fault Kid!" Liz said with an annoyed tone. "You were taking forever to choose what clothes to wear. Seriously, what's so complicated about choosing between horizontal or vertical striped shirts?"

"Because they were both symmetrical and I only had room left for one shirt." Kid argued.

"Enough" Lord Death said. "Now that you're all here I can send you on your way."

He then turned around and faced his mirror, before breathing on the surface and drawing a strange symbol onto it. A few seconds later the mirror began to glow and ripple, before turning bright purple.

"Alrighty then." Lord death cheered as he stood aside. "In you go."

"But Lord Death, I thought mirrors could only be used to make calls" Patty said as she prodded at the mirror and watched it continue to ripple.

"Your right Patty." Lord death replied. "Normal mirrors here can only be used to make calls. My mirror on the other hand differs from all others. By drawing the right symbol I can turn my mirror into a portal. That's how you're going to get there and back again."

The group stared at the portal wondering what lay beyond the looking glass before Black Star charged towards it.

"YAHOO! Last one in's a Kishin egg!" he cheered. With that he dived through the portal and disappeared.

"Black Star, wait for me!" Tsubaki yelled as she chased after him and dived through as well.

"Well this is it." Stein said as he lit a cigarette and took a drag. "After you Marie."

"Thank you, Stein" she replied before walking through herself with Stein close behind.

"I'll see you soon Father. Come on, girls." Kid said after bowing to his father and stepping through with Liz and Patty.

Maka, Soul and Crona were the only ones left now.

"Let's go guys" she said before the three of them took a breath and stepped through the portal one by one.

To be continued...

To all my followers, if any of you follow me on deviantart, you might know that this was my very first story. But since my writing has improved after so many years, I decided it was time for a revamp with fresh writing and an expanded story. Unlike the last one this version will follow more of the book as well as the movie.

Please enjoy and review.

Soul eater belongs to Atsushi Okubo

Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling