A/N: My first Crossover! suddenly this idea struck me, and I couldn't get it out. I mean, combining Shinigami's with Harry Potter? How perfect is that?

Newly made reaper William T. Spears was bored. He kept re-reading the files of the souls he was supposed to collect. Damn Human Resources, they must have typed the time of death wrong, it was supposed to happen five minutes ago. This was his first case alone with multiple deaths, and everything had already been screwed up.

Finally, he heard a noise in the forest and three men came out, laughing and swinging half-empty bottles in their hands.

After reading the files several times over, Will had memorized their death reports. Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus Peverell (brothers) drowning while trying to cross the river. It wasn't an uncommon death, this river had kept his office fairly busy.

The youngest of the three looked up, his drunk giggling beginning to subside. He nudged his brothers who also began to stop giggling and they all looked up and down the stream.

"Should we turn back?" the youngest asked, "Or maybe go down the river to find an easier point to cross?"

The oldest two shook their heads. "Honestly, your so naïve, Iggy*."

"If we do that we'll lose at least half a day. No, we're crossing."

Will prepared his scythe, waiting for them to jump in. He hoped they didn't stay alive too long, he didn't want to have to chase them downstream.

The eldest, Antioch, looked like he was going to jump first. But instead of jumping, he took out a stick from his jacket. Will first thought he would throw it in to see how deep it was, but then the other brothers took out sticks as well. And then it hit him—

Wizards. He silently cursed to himself. He had only read about them in his academy studies. They were a relatively small group of mortal humans who had long ago discovered magic and passed it down through the generations (sometimes the magic skipped a few generations making it seem as though they were born from regular mortals). However, after discovering magic, they were arrogant enough to believe they had solved the world's mysteries. They didn't even know there was another world under their underworld. They knew little about demons, and nothing about angels and reapers.

They were, however, dangerous and mischievous. As death records didn't read magic, the records often showed wizards getting into impossible death scenarios (like this one) so a reaper had to be called. But when the reaper arrived, they found someone who was not close to death at all. He knew Wendolyn the Weird had his own cabinet of death files.

The three wizards flicked their sticks (or wands, whatever) and out came a bridge over the river.

Will knew he should have gone back to the reaper realm immediately. He needed to report this incident to division headquarters. However, that meant a great deal of paperwork, investigations, etc. Besides, he needed these three souls to complete his record of never leaving a soul behind (it wasn't extremely impressive as he was still only a beginning reaper, but he liked to maintain the record anyway). He might as well stay, and make sure they actually didn't die crossing the bridge, although he didn't see how that was possible. The bridge was rather well made.

He sat lazily on the bridge, waiting for the brothers to pass. Like all mortals (except those moments before death) they couldn't see him.

"Who are you?" Will looked up suddenly. All three brothers had their wands pointed at him. He looked down on himself and suddenly realized he had turned off his invisibility, as some reapers did when they wanted to speak with mortals. This, however, was a complete accident, his jacket must be malfunctioning. Damn, he really was a rookie.

"Are you a wizard, or a muggle?" the middle brother asked him. Will stared at them, speechless. He vaguely recalled that wizards referred to normal mortals as muggles.

"Neither." Will finally said. "I'm William T. Spears."

"What's that you're holding?" the eldest brother said. Will followed his gaze to his tree-trimmer, the standard issue death scythe for fully-fledged reapers (although some people like Grell made modifications, he chose not to).

Will looked at the scythe for a moment and bit his lip. Could he get away with pulling the same trick twice?**

He looked back at the brothers. "This is a death scythe. I use it to reap souls."

"A Death Scythe?" the youngest one said, "What, like the ones Grim Reapers carry?"

"What in the name of Merlin is a Grim Reaper?" The middle one asked.

"Oh, they're stories muggles tell of a cloaked figure that takes the souls of the dead into the afterlife.

"You spend too much time around muggles, Iggy." Antioch said.

"I am a Grim Reaper." Will said, slowly gaining confidence. "I was sent here to collect your souls."

"Do I look like I'm dying?" Cadmus asked. Will frowned at him.

"You were supposed to die in this river. There was nothing in the report that you were wizards."

Antioch sneered. "So we beat you, huh?" there was a glint in his eye, and Will got the feeling that this was a man who enjoyed winning. Suddenly, inspiration hit Will. A wonderful, ingenious, paperwork-free inspiration.

"Indeed, I must congratulate you. Not many have been able to defeat me so easily." This was not completely a lie. The simple truth was, he hadn't faced that many opponents.

Antioch smiled and looked at his brothers. "So, what do we get?" he asked.

Will bit his lip a second. "What would you like?"

Antioch and Cadmus looked like Christmas had come early. Ignotus was more suspicious, but Will focused his attention on the elder two.

"I want a wand," Antioch said, "That will let me defeat any opponent!" Will nearly had to bite his lip to keep in his smirk. He really was arrogant, the stereotypical wizard. With the press of a button, he extended his scythe and snapped a branch off a nearby tree. He never thought he would actually use his death scythe for its intended purpose.

He tried to hand it to Antioch, but the mortal man merely stared at it. "What's the core?" he asked.

"Oh, right." Will forgot that in order to control their magic, wizards had to funnel it through a magical core. There wasn't exactly an abundance of magical cores lying around. He puzzled for a moment, when he had an idea. Cinematic records weren't that different than some types of magic. He clasped his scythe blade around the wood again and deposited some blank cinematic record into it.***

He then handed it back to Antioch. The mortal man suddenly had a horribly sadistic look in his eye.

Will was mildly disturbed for a moment, when he turned his attention to Cadmus. "We really beat you, didn't we?" Cadmus asked.

"We've been over this, yes." Will said, exasperated.

Cadmus grinned evilly. "Than I want something that'll really teach you a lesson. I want the power to bring back the dead."

Will frowned. There was no way he could release collected souls. However, he grabbed a pebble from the riverbank and came back. He poured more blank record into the stone. That way, it would only call back an imprint of the departed soul, whatever the caller remembered about the soul from his own memory. It should be enough to fool him.

As Cadmus began admiring the stone, Will could only think that this was getting extremely elaborate for a plot to retrieve a few lost souls, but he might as well keep it up now that he was this far.

Finally he turned to the third brother, Ignotus. Ignotus frowned at him suspiciously. "I don't want any of your curses, Death."

Will tried not to show his anxiety. His plan to collect souls would not work if all three didn't participate.

Luckily, Antioch and Cadmus apparently had their hearts set on death. "Come on, Iggy. Isn't there anything you want?"

"It's not everyday you get a gift from 'death' is it?" Will looked hard into the eyes of the youngest brother. They both understood that the elder brothers obviously thought they had merely come across a powerful wizard who could craft them marvelous gifts. Ignotus, however, knew what Will really was, and therefore knew whatever Will said it was probably a trick. Will just had to convince him otherwise.

"I can give you nearly anything you want." Will told him.

Ignotus' frown only deepened. "Fine," He said, "Fine. Give me a way to hide from any enemy. Including you."

Will gave him a half-smile. He took of his jacket and handed it over. It was malfunctioning, anyway, or the wizards wouldn't have been able to see him. But again, it should be enough to fool mortals.

Ignotus took it suspiciously, but took it nonetheless. The men nodded at Will and continued on their way down the bridge.

Will smiled to himself, watching the brothers go. All he needed to do was get himself another invisibility jacket (only one slip of paperwork) and follow the brothers until his 'gifts' led them to their eventual death.

"And Sutcliff says I'm no fun."

*There is a reason I picked this as his nickname. Brownie points to whoever gets it!

**This is in reference to 'The tale of Will the Shinigami' in which he tells his 'subject' the truth of his identity in order to judge him.

***I know that JK Rowling has said at some point what the Elder wands core is, but I forget, therefore the fact is invalid and I can do whatever I want and YOU CAN'T MAKE ME SAY OTHERWISE. other than that, blank cinematic record is something I made up, but I figure it might be records of people whose lives have been cut short by demons or whatever, therefore it's unused, and reflects other memories when it comes in contact with a real memory. that will become clearer in later chapters.