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 I: Underneath the Earth, a New Source of Despair Rises

Orange, gold, and pink splayed across the sky. The sun was setting in the woods located in Eastern Europe. A family of rabbits skittered across the ground, running from a hungry fox. Most of the rabbits found their way into their underground haven but one was left behind. A hawk watched apathetically as the slowest rabbit barely escaped the fangs of the fox so that it could swipe the rabbit up with its claws. It perched itself in the trees to enjoy its meal. The entire woods a picturesque scene of the beauty of nature.

Yet, despite all of the forest creatures, the forest was silent. No bird songs, no insect chirps, even the sound of the wind faded as it came close to the swirling black mass. The vortex distorted reality, sucking in any matter or light within range like a black whole. If one were to look deep into the pit of the vortex, rippling flickers of flames and lightning could be seen as if viewing it through a pool. It gave off a noticeable wavelength, overwhelming and all consuming, like an infinite void filled with an infinite amount of matter. This characteristic did not go unnoticed by the Scythe Meister Maka Albarn.

She adjusted her weapon in her arms so that she could toss a rock into the vortex. The rock slowed in midair, as if it hit a film of thick gel like fluid, before the rock shattered into hundreds of pebbles. The pebbles were sucked deeper into the void and accumulated enough speed to disappear within a blink of an eye. The weapon's blade, both a Death Scythe and Demon Scythe named Soul Eater, reflected the scowling face of the boy in his human form.

Behind the pair, the rest of their team stood observing the rock as well. A blacked haired boy with three skunk stripes in his hair held one twin Demon Pistols in each hand. Not far off from him, a lovely girl holding a metal lantern flinched as the rock broke like shattered glass. Everyone in the group took a step back, even more cautious of the sucking black whole.

"What is that thing?" Soul asked. Maka shook her head, unsure of the answer.

"It's a portal." The boy brunet answered. "Unfortunately, where it leads to is unknown. We also don't know how it got here, how it was formed, or even how safe it is."

"Do you think it was a witch who made this thing, Kim?" Maka asked.

"Maybe, but I've never seen a calculation or spatial spell this complicated. Not to mention the fact that this portal has been here for a whole week. What witch can keep up a complex spell like this for that long?" The girl with the lantern, Kim, questioned. "What did Lord Death say, Kid?"

Death the Kid, the brunet, shrugged his shoulders. He wrinkled his forehead in mild irritation. In typical fashion, his father had not told him much and only half answered his questions.

"Before the appearance of this strange portal, a man in grey robes could be scene wandering around the nearby village. He'd muttered strange things about Father, demon weapons, witches, and someone called Voldemort but never spoke to anyone in the village. The man never caused any trouble, but no one had seen him before and no one knew where he came from. Every day, he came out of the woods and returned at night. Then one day the man stood outside the forest laughing as loud bangs were heard from the woods. The villagers chased the man through the forest, while he continued to laugh. Eventually, the man came to the portal and jumped through, seemingly disintegrating in the process. However, ever since the portal appeared strange occurrences have been taken place in the nearby villages."

"Strange occurrences? Like what? You mean like pre-kishin attacks?" One of the Demon Pistols, the elder sister Elizabeth Thompson, asked.

"Yes and no. No souls have been taken in some of the attacks but…people are dropping dead with no evidence of how. No wounds, no internal injuries, no signs of stroke, heart attacks, or poisoning. Some people even reported seeing flashes of green light in the homes of the deceased. The other attacks have the typical signs of a pre-kishin attack, yet they always disappear into the portal. The diversity, time, and numbers of attacks suggest that there may be an entire gang of them."

"So we have to destroy the portal, but only after we catch the Grey Man and the gang of pre-Kishin." Kim stated.

"So, what? We're only going to stand here staring at it?" Soul quipped.

"You have a better idea, Soul?" Maka chided. "Plus… that portal isn't normal."

"Yes I feel it too." Kid said. "The portal has a soul wavelength and contained within that wavelength is-"

"Madness."

Cornelius Fudge rubbed his temple as he tossed the paper to the side of his desk. For the past month, Aurors and scared wizards have been bombarding him with reports of strange attacks. Recently, he received news that Muggles have been attacked as well and the Muggle government has been sending out their agents. However, the problem was obviously magic. The attackers are described as having abilities that go beyond normal human skills such as super strength or blade like claws. Most witnesses say they vaguely resemble humans and some even claim they knew the attacker before they morphed into some kind of monster.

The most disturbing part was their odd ability to take human souls. Dementors should be the only creatures capable of committing such an atrocity. Yet, several witnesses claim they saw the odd criminals violently rip the souls from other wizards and devour it like was crumpet. All of the victims died in the process and the string of deaths were turning the public against him.

Fudge has spent nearly a year discrediting Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. His campaign denying the resurrection of You-Know-Who and revealing the insanity of the two troublesome wizards have been largely successful. Only the extremely loyal and paranoid still believed in Dumbledore. However, in a month all of his hard work was undermined by these vicious and mysterious attacks. Naturally, everyone instantly assumed it was the work of You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. After studying the cases, most of the members in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement agreed that this was a whole another situation.

He tried to explain to the people that there is no connection between the recent attacks and You-Know-Who but without definitive answers about who or what they are and what's going to be done about them, the wizarding masses remain skeptical. Fudge drooped in his chair. What could he do? Who were behind these attacks? What did they want? Were they really able to take souls and if so how did they acquire this power?

The only way to get theses answers was to capture the perpetrators. They were an elusive bunch, though. Some used magic to fight, but everyone displayed an odd ability that made them near impossible to defeat. Regular attacks were useless and most spells seemed to be nothing more than an irritant to them. These creatures were practically invincible. Fudge continued to muse miserably in his chair and only sat up when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." He commanded. One of the low level interns poked his head into the room, hitting his shoulder on the door frame in the process.

"S-sir, I was asked to deliver the new reports on the recent attacks."

"Ergh! What now?"

"T-there," the intern flinched. "was another attack near the Cruz's home in-"

"Merlin's Beard! Another one? Do these monsters ever take a break?"

Fudge stormed out of the room to find the Head of the Auror Department. They needed to find the criminals and lock them away in Azkaban where they can never escape. At the rate things were going, Fudge would be out of office before Halloween.

"I never thought watching an all-consuming gaping hole in time and space would be so boring." Soul complained.

After several hours of inaction, the weapons turned back into their human form. Soul was sprawled out underneath a blanket next to his Meister, Maka. Maka was leaning against a large tree, alternating between reading her latest book and watching the portal. The rest of Spartoi were similarly lazing about while half-heartedly watching the portal. Kim yawned and pulled her blanket closer to her body. Jacqueline (Jackie) O. Lantern Dupre, her weapon, pinched her to keep her awake.

"Well a portal isn't interesting until something comes out I suppose." Kid stated.

Next to Kid, Patricia Thompson was fast asleep on her sister's shoulders. Her legs twisted out from her blanket and kicked Kid in the side before falling limp on his legs. Liz continued to read her magazine and didn't even bother to pretend she was watching the portal. Kid signed and continued to watch the portal, the only one paying full attention to it. Patience was a virtue Kid believed a Shinigami needed. It helped that the portal was perfectly round and therefore symmetrical.

"Why can't we get a motel or some- ARGH!"

Kim began to complain when someone shot out of the portal. Kim and Jackie jumped out of the way and the person crashed into the spot where they were sitting forming a small crater. The dust cleared and revealed a large green ogre like monster. Its body was bulky and round but its arms hung loosely at its side. The creature turned to look at them with glowing red pupiless eyes. The creature had no lips so his fangs were constantly on display. Stuck between his teeth was half an arm that dripped blood down his chin.

"Roooaaarr!"

The members of Spartoi placed their hands on their ears as the howl rang throughout the forest. The sound created a wavelength that surrounded and compressed itself around the team. Maka felt her soul quiver uncontrollably at the sound and clutched her chest. Animals in the forest that had heard the cry dropped to the ground lifeless, still silent even in their untimely death. She stumbled and only avoided hitting the ground because Soul had grabbed her arm to support himself and her.

"Soul! Quick, transform!"

Soul transformed into his scythe form and spun into Maka's hand. The other weapons did the same and fell into the hands of their Meister. The ogre raised one of his arms and the arm stretch out like a whip to attack Kid. Kid jumped out the way and shot his demon pistols at the limb. The creature howled in pain and retracted his arm. It jumped twenty feet in the air try to crush Kid.

Once again Kid dodged but before he could recover Kim released a torrent of fire to engulf the creature. Maka rushed forward to attack while the ogre was distracted by the fire burning at its heels when it let out an awful screech. His arm shot out again hitting Maka and knocked her into Kim. Both girls flew back and crashed gracelessly into the trees behind them. They fell into a limp heap on the ground and laid there dazed. The arm swelled to four times its size and was lifted into the air preparing to crush the girls.

Kid intercepted the attack and blocked with his arms. He was knocked several feet away into a tree, the impact snapping the tree in half. The ogre twisted his arm to attack Kid again, but Maka jumped in the air and brought Souls blade down on it arms with enough force to severe the limb. The creature recoiled and Kim used the opportunity to attack. She opened Jackie's lid and let loose another barrage of flames. The ogre rolled to the side but couldn't avoid his other arm getting caught in the blaze and burning off from the shoulder.

"Roooaaarrrk!"

The ogre let out another soul screech and the Meisters froze as the suffocating wavelength surrounded them again. Maka fell to the ground; her soul felt like it was going to collapse on itself because of the pressure. Kid tried to block out the sound of the screech long enough to make the killing shot. With much difficulty, Kid raised his guns and aimed at the creature's mouth.

"Sanzu River Shot!"

Three rapid wavelength bullets shot out of his guns and into the ogre's mouth. Its head was taken clean off and the rest of his body fell to the ground dissolving until nothing but a Kishin egg soul was left. The team let out a collective sigh of relief.

"I think my ears are bleeding. Does anyone else hear a ringing sound?" Kim rubbed ears trying to clear out the sound.

"Yeah, only mine sounds more like static." Maka said. "I wonder where that thing came from."

"From the wizarding community in the United Kingdom," Said a deep voice no one recognized.

The gang spun around towards the sound of the voice. A man they hadn't noticed was standing behind them in one of the trees. The man had long white hair pulled pack in a low ponytail. His face was gaunt, pale, had a sickly yellow tint to it. He was dressed in long grey clothes that seemed to be some robes of some sort. They were tattered and stitched together but impossible clean to the point where it almost seemed to give off a dull light. His eyes were a fluorescent green that watched each Meister and Weapon without blinking. There was a soft smile on his face that did not waiver at their attention.

"Who are you?" Maka shouted.

"I am a local." He replied in a quiet monotone voice. His smiled never faltered.

"Maka, do you see his soul?" Kid asked her. Maka turned on her soul perception and gazed at the odd man's soul.

"Yeah, it's…strange. I feel madness coming from his soul but underneath there isn't any sort of insanity. The core of his soul seems to exude…happiness. No it's more like serenity or a sense of inner peace."

"Inner peace…what kind of kishin egg soul feels inner peace?" Soul asked.

"It's more than that," Kid continued. "This man must have been eating innocent souls for a while because his soul is close to becoming a true Kishin. I think this is the man the villagers reported seeing."

"If this is the guy we want, than let's get him Maka." Soul said.

"Right. Kid. Kim."

"Ready."

"Let's go."

The man only stared as the students talked. He didn't make a move when each Meister raised their weapons, prepared to attack. The first one to attack was Maka. She ran and jumped onto a tree branch to use as leverage so she could swing her scythe at the man. He simply raised an arm and blocked the blade, unfazed by the sharp edge digging into his flesh yet never actually breaking skin.

"I can actually feel the blade. I have not felt pain in a long time. This is the power of the Death Scythe Soul Eater and his Meister Maka Albarn." The Grey Man said. Maka continued to push the blade into his arm, but she wasn't making any progress.

"So you know me." Maka grimaced. "I didn't know we were so famous, Soul."

"I know a lot of things. I am an observer. I only came here to watch your fight and nothing more. Since when is observing a sin punishable by death. I have done nothing wrong."

"Tell that to the innocent lives you have taken!" Maka screamed as she pulled back Soul to take another swipe.

Instead of blocking, the Grey Man simply side stepped the attack. Seeing an opening, Kid and Kim both shot their attacks at the Man. The attacks were once again easily dodged.

"Death is nothing to fear or run from but something to be embraced. I think DWMA students should know this well. What does it matter if I killed when they were to die anyways? Time is an illusion so time of death is insignificant. Whether they die now or later is a mere technicality."

"I don't care what you think! You have no right to decide who dies! Your logic is nothing but an excuse so that you may kill as you please!" Kid shouted. His eyes narrowed as he shot another round of his wavelength at the Grey Man, each one missing its target.

"Are you angry little death god? Do you feel I am stepping into your territory? Since when is it Death's duty to command order in the world? Is not his job simply to end life? Death has always been a powerful entity, but here in this land he has stretched his bony grasp over too much."

"You talk have if it hasn't been that way for hundreds of years. Why complain about it now?" Kim asked. The Grey Man still retained a gentle smile on his face as he shrugged.

"Where I come from, most people don't believe in gods, yet alone Death. It is quite different from what you are used to young witch, Kim Diehl."

"I thought you said you were a local." Maka quipped, Soul primed in her hand to attack.

"I am a local of all worlds. I observe everything. My home is not bound by time, space, matter, or people. All existence is my home."

"So you are the one who created that weird portal in-" Maka began to shout, but before she could finish the Grey Man was suddenly in front of her face, two inches away.

"No."

The Grey Man lifted his arm and knocked Maka into the air. The sheer force of the attack made Maka drop Soul as she spun back towards the ground. The strap on her backpack snapped and the bag fell away. Maka closed her eyes and prepared herself for impact but instead of hitting solid ground Maka felt as if she had belly flopped into a pool on her back. She opened her eyes and saw Kid and Kim's worried faces as she slowly fell through empty space as if floating to the bottom of a river. She realized she had been knocked through the portal. A muddy scent filled her nose and Maka looked up in time to see a bolt of lightning strike her. She screamed as her skin ripped itself from her muscle, her muscle ripped from her bones, and her bone dissolved into millions of dust like particles. Maka's soul flickered before it too dissolved into the air.

The first thing Maka felt was her soul, so she knew she was still alive in some form. Next, she felt her limps, heavy and seemingly weighed down with led. A split second after she felt her body, she felt unimaginable pain and screamed. The pain soon dulled to numbness. That's when she noticed there were voices speaking over her. Her eyes flickered in a failed attempt to open.

"She must be awake. I saw her eyes move."

"Yes, because the ear shattering scream didn't tip you off."

"How come all you've done lately is make condescending comments whenever I say something. What's wrong with y-"

"Both of you shut! Little girl, wake up now. You're surrounded."

Maka forced her eyes open. She was prone on the floor in a darkly lit room with a high ceiling. The room was circular and lined with many doorways. Blue candles lit up the room. The floor was spotless to point where is almost looked like water.

"Where am I?" Maka asked.

"Who are you? What are you doing in the Department of Mysteries?" the same gruff voice that told her to wake up asked.

Maka saw that she was indeed surrounded by twelve men and women in billowing robes and cloaks. Each one was pointing a fancy stick of all things at her. She got the distinct impression she was supposed to be intimidated but she couldn't get pass the sticks. Were they planning on poking her eye out with them? With some difficulty Maka managed to stand and held her back straight despite the pain that reappeared when she moved.

"I'm Scythe Meister Maka Albarn and I'm a student at the DWMA. I was on a lesson to deal a serious of murders that may have been caused by an ogre. I have my ID right here in my bag as proof."

Maka reached for her bag but her eyes widened when she grabbed nothing but air. She suddenly remembered she had dropped her bag when the odd man had hit her. She giggled nervously as the stick waving people watched her expectantly.

"Um… I may have dropped my ID, but I assure you I am a student from the DWMA. If I could use a mirror I can contact-"

"What is the DWMA?" one of them asked.

"What?"

"What is the DWMA? You said you are a student but I never heard of that school."

The rest of the group murmured in agreement. They have never heard of such a school and since there were only a limited number of wizarding schools in the area, it was pretty unlikely they just missed it.

"What do you mean you never heard of the DWMA? Everyone knows about the DWMA." Maka's statement was met with silence and she huffed in anger. "Come on. You know the school in Nevada, USA that was created specifically to train Meisters and Weapons. It's runned by Lord Death."

"Lord Death?"

"Yes, Lord Death. The god of death."

"So you believe you attend a school where a god of death teaches students to use meansters and weapons?"

"Of course. The school is well known all over the world. And by the way you can't use a MEI-ster. The school trains Meisters." Maka stated matter of factly.

The gruff voiced man nodded at the rest of the group. They all raised their sticks and pointed it at Maka. A little weary, Maka backed up a bit, but before she could do anything else they all shouted the same word.

"Stupefy."

Red lights came out of all of their sticks and hit Maka. Her body stiffened and she fell to the floor unconscious. One the men shook his head and laugh a bit sadly.

"Poor thing, but a death school? Honestly."

Once again Maka felt her soul before anything else. Then she felt her heavy body but thankful no pain followed. However, there was a strange sound ringing in her ears. This time it was not such a struggle to open her eyes and they flew open rather easily. She was lying on a bed in what she assumed was a hospital room judging by the white walls, sheets, and screen curtains. She was wearing a white gown that (thankfully) did not open in the back, front, or anywhere else.

In the bed next to her a large man was asleep and snoring loud enough to wake the dead. He was probably the strange sound she was vaguely aware of a few moments ago. Maka got up from her bed and walked to the door. She tried to open it but the door was locked. Next Maka made a beeline for the window and tried to prop it open, but those too refused to open.

Annoyed, Maka began to look for something to pick the lock or break the window. Everything in the room was nailed down, soft, padded, or pretty much benign. She couldn't use any of these things. The padded objects, like the desk corner, did give her an uneasy feeling. She saw a chart hanging on the foot of her bed and she rushed to grab it to see why she was here. Belatedly, she realized the chart wasn't hanging but was instead floating. Her uneasiness increased and she read the papers to find out why she was in a hospital.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Name: Unknown

Gender/Species: Female/Witch? (no wand found but knows about the existence of ogres)

Ward: 51

Expected Stay in Ward: long term. perhaps a permanent resident.

Illness/Injury: delusions grandeur. possible schizophrenic or compulsive liar. claims to attend an imaginary school runned by the god of death whom she refers to as "Lord Death". Unknown if she was cursed or is under the influence of a spell.

Nurse: Jane T.

If Maka was to believe the paper, she was stuck in a magical hospital because they thought she was insane for believing in an "imaginary school runned by the god of death" that she may never be allowed to leave. Maka had no idea how she got into this situation or how anyone could not have heard of the DWMA or Lord Death, but none of the hows concerned Maka. All she could think was this must have been a dream but when the nurse Jane came in to give her a "potion" that would heal her injuries from her fight she promptly fainted from the blatant display of magic. She was in a witch society, and for whatever reason, they thought she was one of them. Where was Soul when you needed him?

In the receptionist area a man came up to the witch behind the desk.

"I would like to check if there is a new resident in this hospital named Maka. She was found in the Department of Mysteries."

The receptionist apathetically checked her charts.

"That girl. We don't know who she is, do you?" the witch asked and the man nodded an affirmative.

"OK and how are you related to her?"

"We are not related. I come from her home town. I am a local."

A/N: My first Soul Eater/ Harry Potter crossover. I always thought given the nature of both series, meshing them together would create an interesting story since a few things overlap in drastically different ways. This fic is basically to explore the interactions between both worlds. So enjoy the story and please leave a review and give me your feedback, the good and the bad.