Explanations of a few things are at the end. You may have questions about what kind of anime/manga logic I'm going to use, and it's all down there.
Edited as of 11/08/14. Mostly spelling fixes.
Eyes of Gold
The morning started quiet enough. There was a short scuffle before the sun rose, but then it settled as people left and others relaxed. The house dozed in the early morning. Of course, it could never last. The house rubbed its eyes and the sunlight rolled the inhabitants off their beds.
When the red-haired clan plus one shuffled down to breakfast, they found themselves squinting across the table at unfamiliar faces. After a few seconds and the cursory good morning, they left the small talk to the adults and resumed putting omelet in their mouths.
It was when the youngest of those that did not have red hair and had been there for a few weeks noticed something odd did any take any real note of the new occupants. She was the first to ask, "Who are you?"
Of course, she asked the one that stood out to her the most, the one with blue hair. So that may have skewed first impressions.
He stood, rising to a foot taller than he had been while sitting, and announced, "I am the great Blackstar! I'm going to surpass god!"
At this, the boy next to Blackstar twitched, and pulled him back down to his seat. "I'm still tired, so shut up and eat Maka's cooking. Remember, these kids are 'scared' of our school's logo." He snorted, regarding his statement with dry humour. He added in a mock reprimanding tone, as if mimicking an overly-serious authority figure, "Don't scare them."
Blackstar laughed; loud and arrogant. Hermione felt a spike of annoyance at these two kids. The white-haired boy was the same age as her, Blackstar even younger. They managed to say they were better than her and then demeaned her, the nerve! She huffed.
"Scare? How could a logo scare me? You're just being insulting."
The albino shrugged. "Just repeating what Silencio told us. Apparently, you're all scared of skulls. I'm Soul," he added after a moment of silence.
Hermione stiffened. Skulls? What kind of school were they from?
Soul gestured up in a sign of defeat. "See? You froze up at the mere mention of it."
Hermione stared at Soul, struck by how easy she was to read. A call from the kitchen distracted Soul.
"Are Kid, Hermione and Mrs Weasley up yet?" A girl Hermione's age poked her head in the room. Her wheat-colored ponytails waved around as she scanned the room with big green eyes. "I don't know if I should leave the rest of the omelet on the stove- Oh! You must be Hermione. I'll have your breakfast in a minute."
"Urgh..." Hermione looked down the dining table where two identically-clothed girls sat, their heads on the table, omelet forgotten. The one with longer, darker hair rolled her head around. "Can't stay awake, can't sleep. Kid's probably asleep right now after spending the night making the room 'proper'. Stupid asymmetrical bed..."
A plate of omelet was placed in front of Hermione at the table, beside a tall Asian girl and across from Soul. A moment later, the girl from the kitchen sat beside Hermione.
"Hi, I'm Maka," the girl introduced herself as to Hermione. She must have already introduced herself to the Weasleys, as every red-head started complementing her on her cooking when she finished her sentence. Soul and the newcomers smiled at it all; their own version of a complement to their friend.
But Hermione was curious. "Where's Mrs Weasley?"
The tall girl answered, in a quiet voice that made Hermione glad she sat next to her. "She fainted sometime last night while we showed her what skills we have from learning at the DWMA."
"Whash da 'ee doub oo M eh?" Ron asked, the food in his mouth butchering his words.
Hermione gasped. She launched into questions. "You're from the DWMA? Isn't that a military school with an entirely different form of magic? Don't you violate the Statute of Secrecy by revealing yourselves to muggles?"
Maka, Soul, and Blackstar all flinched back at her barrage of questions. The tall girl blinked at the loud outburst, and the two girls jumped.
Soul snapped at her, "Hey! We barely know anything about your world, and yes, it's a military school! Slow down and get your facts clear before assuming everything!"
Hermione recoiled at his tone. Ron dropped his fork. "You can't talk to her like that, jerk!"
Soul opened his mouth to retaliate, but was cut off by the tall girl. "Enough! You can sit here shouting at each other or you can try to settle this without conflict."
Blackstar nodded, more with anger than arrogance or for the sake of agreeing. "Tsubaki's right. Wait until Kid gets down here. He's the only one who knows how to explain things."
"Wow, you sure know how to diffuse an argument." They all looked down the table to see one of the girls that had been asleep; the taller one with longer hair.
Blackstar smirked and said haughtily, "Well, I am Blackstar."
The newcomers all groaned, except for Tsubaki, who smiled. Maka perked up.
"Someone's coming down... It's Mrs Weasley."
Blackstar nodded. "Even I can tell. Kid's footsteps wouldn't be 'unsymmetrical' like that."
Hermione stared at the two of them, wondering what they could hear. The sisters, Tsubaki, and Soul all acted like this hypersensitivity was normal behavior.
One of the Weasley twins asked, "Why did Mom faint, again?"
Soul shrugged. "She fainted while we did a demonstration of our abilities for them. She mumbled something about 'children shouldn't have sharp pointy things'. Something about hurting ourselves."
The other twin coughed. "What do you guys do?"
Hermione came back to life with the opportunity to explain something she knew. "Students at the DWMA are trained to capture criminals using muggle weapons they make themselves with magic. They avoid the UK for some reason. They're called 'Meisters' and follow a religious code of conduct."
"Er, English, Hermione?" Ron asked.
She huffed in annoyance. "They fight with swords to capture evil muggles to please their god."
All of them from the DWMA cracked up laughing at her short explanation, even Tsubaki. They laughed til tears ran down their faces.
"What?" Hermione demanded. "What's so funny?"
"It's...I-it's just," Soul gasped out, wiping away the tears as he regained his breath. "You guys have no idea what we do. That's a messed-up version. Trying to please our 'god'? Kid would be insulted."
One of the identical-clothed girls chipped in, still laughing, "Embarrassed, more like. We get a gift basket on the doorstep at least once a week."
Ron's ears went red, and they all were saved when Mrs. Weasley came in. The bags under her eyes warned everyone from saying anything reckless, and she only made any notice of anything when Maka gently placed a plate of omelet in her hands.
"Good morning, Mrs Weasley," Maka greeted.
Mrs. Weasley first looked at the plate, then at Maka. Her eyes widened and her lips quivered.
She whispered, "You're children. How can I let children..." She didn't finish, shaking her head. She sat down and stared blankly at the omelet, starting to pick at it after Maka handed her a fork.
"Yahoo! I was right!"
Tsubaki looked at Blackstar. "What were you right about?"
Blackstar pointed up at the ceiling he was staring at. "I told you Kid missed that shot at me!" Hermione looked up where Blackstar was pointing, at a black scorched mark on the ceiling.
"So he did," Tsubaki agreed, certainly mellow for the topic.
Harry didn't know what to expect when he arrived at Grimmauld Place after the trial. He supposed he could have predicted that the twins would greet him with chants of "He got off!," Hermione acted as herself, babbling on about her own theories of how the trial went, with Ron proclaiming support for Harry. It was just as expected that Mrs. Weasley would bustle around to set him up with a lavish lunch buffet when the good news was announced. What was not expected out of all of this were the extra guests milling about.
They wore odd clothes and some had such odd hairstyles that Harry often found himself staring. He counted six in all, and they seemed to all be close to one other in their group; in other words, they employed the buddy system. Two of the pairs looked similar in clothing and facial features, but the last two looked nothing alike besides height.
He understood albinism, but blue hair? And was that lady the mother of one of them? She acted like it, even if Harry wondered how old they were.
When they went on to cleaning the house, Harry realized they were like any other wizard, all appearances aside. Some of them complained, others just did the work. The girls in identical clothing (he recognized the getup as something similar to that in Dudley's cowboy movies) showed their quirks most prominently at this moment. Because of this, Harry quickly learned their names: Liz and Patty. Patty concerned herself only with enjoying playing with the darker aspects of the house, the reason why everyone was content to let her draw giraffes at the table. Liz insisted on everything being symmetrical, muttering something about OCD.
It was then that all of the strange newcomers spoke about a seventh member, one that had been there all day. The albino, Soul, went to look for him, and came back half-dragging some teen down the steps. Harry's eyebrows went up when he saw how intense the gold was in his eyes - and that was saying something, as eye color was usually the last aspect he noticed about a person.
The kid was introduced as Death the Kid - and was promptly christened as "Little Death" by the Weasley twins. He appeared haggard, with purple bags under his eyes. According to the others, this wasn't normal behavior, and that he could go days without needing sleep - he'd slept all day. When asked what bothered him, he muttered something to which Liz replied, "You're acting crazier than normal, Kid."
Harry noticed Hermione brimming with questions for them, but every time she opened her mouth and Harry was sure she'd ask a question, one of the new inhabitants would shake their head as if to say, "Not right now."
Author's Notes
I love those shouting matches. So fun to write, as so many different people have so many ways of reacting to situations like this; too many to list and too many I want to include in my stories! People can really do a 180 in an argument. Molly is a good example, but that's become something of a cliche now for her. The demonstration pushed her so far she ended up not screaming. I realized I should change it after a review predicted it. It's way too expected.
Silencio: Dumbledore's name in the atin version of Harry Potter is Silencio. A play on words on the 'dumb' part. Soul can only remember the 'Dumb-' part, but he doesn't want to be rude.
Also, you may have gotten this, but the last few episodes in the anime went differently for this fic. Thus, a few things are different. Lemme clear up my version:
1. The Lines of Sanzu activate when certain power levels are achieved, unlocking a whole boatload of Reaper power. They fade back to half-rings when the power fades. Strong stress, emotion, and training can unlock the Lines, and having strong power in general will keep them unlocked. Decrease in power will lock them again.
2. Black Blood. The 'imp' is the madness inside Soul, only more powerful and given a more sentient form by the Black Blood. Using the Black Blood results in Crazy!Maka with Soul and Maka dancing inside the Black room. If they stop dancing, their souls stop resonating and Maka is pulled back to her body. She has to shove away the remaining madness, while Soul has an internal battle to escape the room before he drowns in Black Blood. They do not resonate with Kid and Blackstar during the madness, or they risk Kid and Blackstar attacking every moving thing in sight.
3. The Enchanted Sword's new 'form' in the anime near the end wasn't well explained, so I see it as a mode of attack that's more like spells that use 'light' magic to attack. Grim Reapers are Gods of Death (which is what they are called in the version of the manga I read), and so it might have devastating effects on Kid. I may end up using the manga version of Tsubaki's weapon forms; they seem very different.
4. Weapon transformation! I've kept that part of the last episode. (Spoilers for anime!) Maka has weapon blood from Spirit, and so can transform into a scythe. She has no particular Meister, and prefers to stay one herself. She uses partial transformations when she's in a pickle, because she isn't quite used to fighting with it yet. Kid can be her Meister when needed, although he hates fighting close-combat with her (scythes are not symmetrical).
Names I will be using: Kishin will be what Asura is. Kishin egg will be an evil soul, like what they hunt. Pre-Kishin will be a Kishin egg on the verge of becoming a Kishin. No honorifics; they live in America, not Japan. Weapons are weapons; demon weapons are something like Ragnarok, having eaten human souls before. Demon Twin Guns is a nickname Liz and Patty gained before they met Kid; in other words, it's only a street name. Meister, not technician or whatever the manga calls it. I use Lord Death and Grim Reaper instead of Shinigami-sama and Shinigami.