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Edited as of 11/08/14. The first half had more phrasing revisions, the second half mostly spelling.

Eyes of Gold

Hermione stared up at the ceiling, wondering what woke her. A moment of concentration found the cause to be some familiar sounds, sounds that felt out of place even though she didn't immediately recognize them. She pulled on a bathrobe and tiptoed to the door to stare, perplexed, at the sight in the hallway.

Death the Kid, one of the newer guests with one of the odder names, was cleaning a picture frame. The portrait didn't mind, asleep as it was. Death the Kid had looked like death warmed over yesterday, yet now, he seemed in perfect health aside from the single-minded determination to clean. He moved onto a decorative table and the small silver statuette on it, taking no notice of Hermione.

Hermione leaned out, the old door whining, and peered down the hall, checking if the sounds of cleaning had woken anyone else. To her surprise, no one else peeked outside.

A floorboard creaked, and Hermione whipped around to see Liz standing in the hall. She too wore a bathrobe, and watched Death the Kid with a blank expression, like a mother making sure her child finished his chores.

Hermione whispered, "How long has he been at this?"

"I'm estimating a few hours," Liz answered,. "Don't worry. He'll be at it only another hour."

Hermione's eyes widened as Death the Kid's gaunt face flashed in her mind. "He needs sleep!" she hissed as loud as she dared. Liz's eyes widened and blinked several times.

"We told you yesterday, Kid doesn't need much sleep. He has OCD. He needs to do this."

Hermione deflated. OCD had been touched on in her curriculum before Hogwarts, and in the past summer she'd read a few tragic stories on how it ruined people's lives.

She settled with asking, "What was wrong with him yesterday?"

Liz shrugged. "We've almost never had to sleep anywhere but the best since Patty and I became his partners. I don't know how he's taking staying in a place like this. He's especially obsessive about where he sleeps. If it's to his liking, he relaxes enough to fall asleep. He could have tired himself out the other night or even come across something that affected him magically. I wouldn't worry about it," she added the last part because of Hermione's wide eyes. "He's fine now, if he's doing this."

Hermione's mouth moved like a fish, hoping to show Liz her thoughts before cementing her idea. "But-but- what about long-term effects and if it's damaging his magic-"

"Liz is right," Death the Kid interrupted. Hermione couldn't keep from gaping at him; hadn't he been focused on cleaning? "I should get more sleep tonight, however."

Liz took the cloth he had been cleaning with, and they returned to their respective rooms without further talk.

Kid was cleaning. The rest of the Meisters, the wizards, and the weapons sat around the table, watching him as they waited. It was nearing midnight, and Kid was the only one not slapping themselves to keep awake or nursing a cup of coffee. Sirius's way of keeping himself awake consisted of mumbling to no one particular, repeatedly, "How can that kid have so much energy?"

They all jerked up at the sound of the fireplace flaring to life. One glance at the green flames and the form of a figure inside had the Meisters and weapons ready for action. Kid took little notice, and ignored his own weapon's pleading for help. He simply sat at a seat and greeted Albus Dumbledore. At his action, the other Meisters relaxed, and everyone greeted the great wizard.

"Now let's see if I can remember your names," Albus jovially proposed, and pointed to each Meister and weapon in turn as he listed their names, each one nodding as his memory proved impeccable.

"We didn't get much of a chance to discuss what will happen this year last meeting. I wish I could have spoken with the headmaster of your school."

Soul sighed with a chuckle. "You know nothing of the DWMA."

"Hm? Why is that?"

"Soul, that's rude," Maka hissed to Soul. He ignored her. "We can call him, you know."

The wizards exchanged amused glances, and Kingsley explained, "Muggle phones don't work in this building. The magic interferes with your technology."

"You know nothing," Soul repeated. He waved off the wizards. "Kid, if you would do the honors?"

"Certainly," In one fluid motion, Kid waved two identical white wands, shrinking the table and sliding it to the side. He stood and made handsigns that looked similar to small horns to summon a mirror, and several of the wizards jumped back at the purple skull of bight light appearing on the floor. A tall mirror grew from the light. Liz and Patty flanked Kid a little behind, having seen the display many times before. Maka, Blackstar, and Soul, and Tsubaki watched it with wide eyes, as they had seen it a precious few times. Regardless that Kid was their friend, this was a power of their god; something to be revered. A few wizards drew their wands.

As the mirror cleared or static and light, the wizards gathered around. The surface was filled with a bouncing black and white before it slowed enough to reveal a skull mask. "Hey, hello!"

Any further greeting was cut off by a strangled shout and shattering of the mirror. The remains of the mirror retracted into the design on the ground, and blinked out of sight. Kid doubled over and fell to his knees, gritting his teeth in pain.

"Kid!"

"What did you do that for!" Blackstar demanded of Mundungus, the quivering wizard whose wand still fizzled from the spell.

The wizards were pale, their faces grave and shocked. Mundungus shivered, clutching his wand close. He muttered, "We've been found, we're all going to die." At Blackstar's shout, he yelled, eyes bulging, "That was a Death Eater! How could you reveal us to a Death Eater?"

"My father is not a Death Eater." Kid stood with help from his weapons. He practically hissed at them, "I'm going to do that again, and this time there will be no blasting spells hitting the extension of my soul." The wizards nodded at his frigid tone, lowering their wands.

This time, the skull mask did not bounce, merely tilting to the side. "Er, you're not going to try that again, are you?"

Mundungus hastily shook his head. Dumbledore stepped forward, having watched the exchange with twinkling eyes.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. I don't think you're in any danger from us unless you come through the mirror." He chuckled at his own joke.

"Nice to meet you, Albus. I am Death, but many add 'Lord' before it."

A slightly hysterical mumble came from Sirius: "Death the Kid, named after his father, Death. Creative."

"I suspect there's a reason for calling me?" Lord Death prompted.

Albus glanced around the room, taking in the troubled faces of his comrades. "I don't suppose you could remove your mask, first?"

"No."

Albus was taken aback at the deadpan reply, but went on, "I want to discuss the terms set by the phoenix to make sure it's understandable on both ends."

"It seems quite simple to me. These kids protect Harry while attending your school, and come back each summer until the kishin egg is dead."

"We're on the same page, then." Albus bowed to the mirror.

"I guess I'll be seeing you all next year! Bye, kids! I'll miss you, Kid!"

The connection ended, the image turning off like pressing the power button on a TV, and the mirror vanished.

"I need to know what classes you'll be taking." Albus addressed the kids, summoning a quill and parchment, which floated beside him as it waited to write. "Can I have your ages? The classes are decided by age."

"12!" Patty chirped.

"17," Liz said. Tsubaki said the same.

"13," Blackstar said.

"15," Soul and Maka chorused.

They then looked to Kid, who appeared to be thinking over the placement. "It would be best if I was placed with Soul and Maka."

Albus nodded. "You will receive your supply list and a list of electives you can take soon. In other news," he said, spreading his arms like he was about to reveal something, "I have nothing to report about Voldemort. Any progress in the fight against Voldemort?"

Everyone shook their heads and Albus sighed. "Meeting adjourned, then."

"Sleep!" Liz cried, running for the stairs.

The rest of the month leading to September was largely uneventful. Cleaning went on, and if anyone cared for a midnight stroll, they would have found Kid picking up from where the day left off. Hermione had a chance to ask questions, but after a barrage of her chatter, Kid handed her a book that seemed more like fiction than reality to her. Kid kept answering her questions by nodding to the book, and the other Meisters and weapons smiled and shook their heads at her. Everyone went to Diagon Alley and bought supplies using funds that Lord Death had from years and years ago. (Blackstar tried to annoy Kid into translating Gobbledegook for them, after a goblin conversed with Kid in the goblin language.) Olivander supplied them with wands, and skipped over Kid when he showed his two. Even the boggart gave them no trouble on their last day.

At the station they thought the extra precautions of the Order of the Phoenix were laughable, and ignored them and their silly code names. They spent the train ride going over each other's books and quizzing each other, so they left Harry at the mercy of another fifth year and a fourth year who had stared at them all like they were candy. The thestrals leading the carriages took a liking to Kid, and insisted on licking him the entire journey. McGonagall led them to the side, and they waited patiently while the first years were sorted. Then a great booming voice introduced them as students of the DWMA as part of a special education program, and they took that as their cue to enter.

Immediately the Great Hall filled with mutterings about their hair and dress styles. The DWMA group silently admired the floating candles and enchanted ceiling, appearing to anyone else like slabs of cold stone. They waited without word as each was called to place the ancient hat on their heads, making no displays of power as they walked forward. In a way, that made some observers disappointed, while others wondered just when they could gauge these foreigners. None of the newcomers suffered only a glance.

When McGonagall cleared her throat to read from a new list once the first years were sorted, many did not expect to hear her call out, "Death."

Nonetheless, a teen came forth from the group, ignoring the attention, never trembling under the stares and whispers. The Hat went on his head, and the minute that it lasted felt like a year before it placed Death at the Gryffindor table. The students of red and gold clapped sporadically, unsure how to react to this new housemate.

The attention was mitigated to the next to be called. "Albarn, Maka."

It settled the nerves that she had normal looks with a normal name, but it confused them that "Albarn" came after "Death." Why? Why was it so special? Maka joined the red and gold table, and they made sure to give her a warmer welcome than the first.

"Eater, Soul," gathered interest at the name, and awe at his appearance. A small buzz was made at one end of the Gryffindor table, but it was quieted. Hufflepuff cheered for their new housemate.

"Star, Blackstar" ran up to the Hat without yelling, seeming to revel in the attention. With all that pride and the ambition only a few of them had seen, it was no wonder he went to Slytherin.

"Nakatsukasa, Tsubaki" blushed at the lewd attention she gained from many of the boys. The warmest house gave her a comfortable welcome, and she sat next to Soul.

The last two were sisters, and their many similarities, despite the differences, made that obvious. Patty was saved for the very last as she watched her sister put a very large hat on her head, and sent to sit with Soul and Tsubaki. Patty ended the sorting with the Hat's cry of "Slytherin!"

Dumbledore said the yearly announcements and introduced the new DADA teacher. She interrupted him, and after her speech he continued on.

"Furthermore, we have a new class." Many ears perked up at this. "We decided to add in a class to teach what our transfer students learn at the DWMA. Their different kind of magic and what they do will be taught. Teaching this will be Professor Franken Stein and his assistant, Marie."

Students whispered and wondered around the Hall, and those raised in the muggle world muffled laughter at the familiar names. On cue, the giant doors flew open with a bang, causing many to shriek in surprise. A chair came squeaking down the middle of the Hall on wheels, the occupier grinning impossibly wide. He crashed in a heap in front of the head table, then picked himself up and sat next to a woman in yellow.

"This class will take place on Saturdays." There was a uniform groan from the student body at that proclamation, mourning the loss of sleeping in, and Dumbledore settled it with the appearance of the opening feast.

Author's Notes

Ages are based on physical height and mental maturity. If I was going by mentions in the manga, Blackstar would have been a year older than Maka. If you're wondering about Patty, let me put it this way: do any of you remember those few girls in fifth and sixth grade who were constantly called sluts and whores because puberty gave them giant boobs right off the bat? Yeah.

Kid: I imagined him having a conversation with the hat about immortal matters and where best to put him based on the others' personalities. To summarize: I was lazy.

Maka: She takes the courage and bravery thing seriously. Her view of her mother is all about bravery.

Soul and Tsubaki: They're weapons. They're supposed to be very loyal, and they are.

Blackstar: This is self-explanatory.

Liz: Liz and Patty aren't required to be necessarily loyal to the point of sacrificing their life, but I still decided on putting Liz in Hufflepuff. Patty's choice was a toss-up between Gryffindor and Slytherin. I kept switching her around so much before, during, and after writing this.