AN: Hey guys, this is just a little something that was on my mind. If you guys like it then I will write another chapter. If not then this will just be a little ramble. I hope you enjoy it :D

Chapter 1

Harry raised a brow at the man-thing before him. The skull mask, the black cloak, the abnormally large gloves that seemed to appear and disappear at will. What the hell was this being and why the hell had he brought his here. In fact, why did Harry let him. How had he thought that it was possibly a good idea to let this abnormal looking creature take him to an unknown location. The only conclusion was that he had finally lost it.

"Come Master, come. I can show you around" the thing said. It clapped its hands together in what Harry assumed was excitement. Although Harry could not be sure. The man had no facial expressions due to the mask, so it was hard to tell. Harry only gave a nod, following behind the creature that claimed to be death.

Harry had died. He knew that he was dead and yet here he was following a being that he was now claiming him as his Master. Harry had been at King's Cross Station, ready to pass over, ready to see his family again. However, as his tired feet pattered toward the nearest train, acceptance filling him to the brim, he had been blocked. The figure stopping him in his tracks, putting a hand on his shoulder. An oversized, gloved hand. It seemed as though the rest of his existence was going down hill from there. A babble of explanation about the deathly hallows, a quick resurrection and transportation to another world later and Harry was standing before an insane looking castle and a laughing sun, following death around. He felt like a lost puppy.

Harry was lead through deserted corridors, twists and turns dictating his path. His feet steadily pattered after the being that walked before him. The pair finally reached the end of a long passageway. A large, majestic door stood before them. A skull, the same as the one that death wore as a mask was situated on the door. In large letters below the words 'Death Room' were written. Harry wasn't sure that that was a good sign. Death opened the door, pulling them toward him with a creak. However, Harry was unsure as to whether his hands actually touched the wood at all. He would have to ask the being how to do that.

Harry followed behind Death as he entered the room. Although he was not sure that it could be called that. As he stepped though the door, the wall surrounding it seemed to disappear. Sand replaced the stone floor and a blue sky was revealed above them; widows floating in the cloudless twinkling blue. Crosses littered the sand, standing mostly upright. Some were crooked wile other stood tall. Varying shapes, sizes and patterns littered the room and yet all were black. A path of grey made it's way across the sand, like a scar, cutting through the landscape. It was this which they walked along.

They finally reached a large platform. A mirror situated on it. Harry was shocked to look at his appearance. His hair was dark black and his eyes still a twinkling green. However his skin was an unhealthy white. It seemed that all the colour had been sapped from it. It was nearly transparent. Harry was sure that if he looked any closer then he would be able to see the blood pumping in his veins beneath the unhealthily pale skin. However Harry couldn't tear his eyes away. It was strange to see such a drastic change to his appearance.

"Master" Death's childish voice broke though the concentration that Harry had on his own appearance. His eyes snapped back to the peculiar looking figure. "Would you take a seat Master?" Death questioned as he indicated to a seat. Harry had turned around to see two comfortable looking chairs, cushions littering them. A coffee table with a pot of tea and biscuits now sat between the chairs. Harry nodded, situation himself and letting the tension slip from his shoulders.

"Tea, Master?" Death questioned. Harry gave another nod. A fresh cup was poured into a cup of delicate china. Harry added a small splash of milk before taking a sip. He let out a sigh of enjoyment as the heat spread across his tongue. He scrabbled for a biscuit, dipping the ginger snap in his tea before letting it melt on his tongue. He let the sugar pump though his veins, his brain thanking him for the temporary high. He let his eyes flicker shut for a second. Momentarily forgetting the responsibility that had so suddenly been thrust onto his shoulders. Death let Harry finish his tea in silence and Harry was grateful for that. As he let the last drops trickle down his throat he looked back up to the being before him.

"I want to see you." Harry whispered out. Death seemed to freeze under Harry's demand.

"What…what do you mean Master?" the being questioned, some of the friendly and childish tone that he had previously held, lacking from the words. Harry guessed that if the man had been without his mask the fear would have been visible on his face.

"Take it off; the mask, the cloak, the gloves." Harry explained. His tone was demanding but not angry. "If I am to be your Master then I don't want any secrets. I've had too many in my life. I want to know who it is that I am to be the ruler of." Harry said. He was tired of the lies that had always surrounded him. Now that he had the power for transparency he would be sure to take it.

"Yes" Death said with a nod. He understood. He may not like it, but he understood. "Yes Master" he finished. He stood from the seat that he had occupied for the past ten minutes. The gloves were the first to go, they vanished into the air. The cloak came next as Death pulled it off with his now normal sized hands. Finally with one final flourish,the mask was pulled off.

Before Harry stood a tall man, towering above Harry's five foot ten at a massive six and a half feet tall. The man was pale, as pale as Harry had now become. HIs face was gentle, his features all seemingly perfectly proportioned. The hair framing his face was midnight black, darker even than Harry's. It appeared soft as silk and hung straight to his shoulders. Several strands, scattered throughout the man's hair, sparkled white, standing out harshly against the pure black. The man's eye's sparkled gold as they met with Harry's. The stood out, staring intently at their Master. Harry broke the contact, running his eyes across the man's form. On his arm in thick black letters the word 'DEATH' was visible.

However before Harry could look any further at the figure before him a loud and shrill ringing rang through the room. Death's eyes filled with surprise and panic. He pulled on his robes and mask in a flash before rushing back toward the door. Harry hurried after him, worried about the surprising reaction form the being. Death stopped before the closed door. An image appeared before Death and his Master. Two figures became visible on the screen that was floating before them. A girl with ash blonde hair and green eyes, dressed in a trench coat stood next to a boy with spiky white hair and red eyes. Harry thought that there was definitely something strange about the boy's teeth.

"I'm sorry Master, but may you allow me to let them in." Death said awkwardly. The apology was clear in his voice. "It is of high importance that I meet with my students."

"Yes, of course. Don't let me stop you." Harry said nonchalantly. Death gave Harry a look and what he assumed was an appreciative look. The mask was extremely frustrating for Harry. He didn't realise how much communication was based on facial expression until it was taken away. He would really have to do something about that in the future. However Death paused. He shuffled nervously. Harry had to repress a smirk. It was strange to see a powerful being, such as Death, acting like a naughty child.

"Master…" he said in almost a whisper. "Would you mind…disappearing" he said awkwardly. His head fell forward, his eyes not meeting Harry's as he did so.

"How?" Harry questioned. Death seemed to pick up some of his previous exuberance at the words. As he spoke again his voice held a smile.

"Well it's simple Master. All you have to do is think about hiding from me." he said in an optimistic voice. "You have the power of the cloak Master. If you can hide from me then you can hide from everyone. You just need to wish it." Harry gave a nod to the grinning mask, again sighing at the fact that he could not see the being's face. It was intently frustrating. Harry turned his thoughts from the mask, letting his thoughts drift toward invisibility. He willed himself to hide from the being before him, wishing that he become as inconsequential as the air that surrounded him.

"Well done Master" Death purred out before pulling the door open, with what Harry assumed was his mind. Harry stood before the two kids, looking at them curiously. They stepped through the entrance and into the 'Death Room'. However as the doors were closing Harry decided to take a risk. He forced his way past the pair and scurried through the doors just before they closed. He then let his concentration drop and the invisibility melt away.

Harry spent the next twenty minutes wondering the corridors, attempting to find his way around the maze that he was in. He knew that Death would find him eventually. The being was far to persistent and from what Harry had seen, protective, of his Master to let him wonder around for too long. Suddenly Harry was met with a hoard of students. They poured through the corridors in massive numbers like a river. Harry was unwillingly pulled along by the current. However the mass of students finally led Harry to an exit. The doors were pushed open and the sun hit his face. He let out a sigh of relief.

The stress and bizarreness of today were catching up with him far more quickly than he had expected. He just wanted to find somewhere he could think. Harry scurried away from the doors, finding a bench that looked over the courtyard. He sat. His hands clenched as the severity of his situation suddenly hit him. He was dead. He had been dead. He had been ready. He had been seventeen and he had died and that had been okay. He had wanted to see his family; his mum, his dad, his Godfather. He had been ready to spend the rest of eternity with them. Now he wasn't sure that he would ever even see them again.

Harry couldn't stop the tears that started to stream down his face. HIs breath hitched and a sob racked through his body. His hands came up to cover his eyes, scrubbing the tears and letting the salt sink into his skin. His whole body shook and the sobs continued to increase in volume. All the stress, the pain, the horror, everything; it all poured out of him in a river of tears. The weight of his entire life was suddenly on his shoulders and the only way that Harry could deal with the pain was through the tears, the snot and the screams.

What Harry hadn't noticed, however was the massive crowd that had now gathered around him. Many students had heard the cries of the boy and had stopped. They had wondered of they could help. However the boy seemed so distraught that no one wanted to approach him. No one had any idea what they could say to him. They could only stare. Minutes ticked by until around thirty students were surrounding the oblivious boy. However the crowd was pushed aside. Many students staggered back at the force of the push.

"Move" an angry voice rippled through the crowd in a harsh whisper. It broke through the talk of the students as rapidly as the figure himself cut through the crowd. Death stormed through the group, feeling disgust at the students that were crowding his Master. He knelt down before the sobbing boy sitting on the bench.

"I'm here, it's okay" he soothed gently. He pulled the young man's hands into his own. Death's gloves were gone, revealing a pair of pale hands. Several gasps were heard form the persistent crowd as the hands were made visible. Death ignored them.

"It's all going to be okay." Death whispered. "I'm going to pick you up Harry." It was the first time Death had used his real name and it forced Harry to look up. Harry's eyes were red and puffy. His skin was crusted over with dried tears. Snot was trickling down from his nose and his face was even whiter than before. Death let out a sigh and pulled the broken looking boy into his arms. He ran a human hand through Harry's hair, whispering soothing nothings to him.

"Get. Out. Of. The. Way." Death punched through the air in a whisper. Each syllable filled with anger. It was a tone that none of the students had ever heard Death use. They scattered in fear from the headmaster of the school. Death rushed though the courtyard, Harry cradled in his arms as he went. The students were left to only stare after him and the mysterious young man in his arms.

It was three weeks later before Harry saw another being other than Death. He'd entered into a swirl of depression, being able to think of nothing other than his tragic life. The only thing that had kept him going had been Death's presence. The being was amazingly reassuring to be around. He had an air of calm and contentment about him that made Harry feel less burdened by life. Another addition to Harry's life had made him feel the will to keep on living.

Death had adopted a dog for Harry. The dog was large and scruffy looking, coming to midway up Harry's thigh. It had the face of German Shepard but it was clearly a mongrel. Its fur was a mixture of grey and varying shades of brown that littered its body in patchy fur. Harry had named the sorry looking dog Wilson. Harry had spent the last week getting Wilson to trust him. The dog had obviously had a tough life, abused and neglected. Harry had really connected with the mutt. He had seen himself in the scared dog. It also gave him a sense of self and purpose. Wilson needed him and he needed Wilson.

So three weeks after Harry's life changing forever he was ready to engage with this new world. He needed to know what kind of world he would be living in. That is why he decided that he needed to become a student at the school that he was staying at. He wanted to learn about the society that he was now in. Death had informed him that Harry and Death himself was the one true connection that Harry would ever have. Death was able to take on the form of a weapon if his Master demanded it. If any battle was to arise then the pair had perfectly compatible soul wavelength. However due to Harry's inexperience the power of Death would overwhelm Harry. He would not be able to fight effectively. He needed training. Training that he could get within the academy. Harry could be compatible with other weapons, his soul wavelength was versatile and comparable with nearly all other weapons.

That is how Harry found himself sitting at the back of classroom, Wilson at his feet, as he watched the students file in. He went unnoticed by all of those in the classroom as he simply let his hands run through Wilson's fur; soothing both the mutt and himself. He let a small smile grace his lips as Wilson's head rested on Harry's knee. A man entered the room and the muttering from the students ceased. Instead their attention focused solely on the man. He was a very strange looking man. Scars littered his body and a giant screw was penetrating his head. Harry was unsure as to whether it was fake or real. The man's clothing was similarly covered in stitches. Harry knew who this was. The man was Dr Franken Stein. Death had warned Harry about him. He was a good teacher but was slightly unstable and may preform a dissection or two in his class. Stein sat down and readied himself for the lesson.

"Register, register" he mumbled to himself, his hands spreading out across the mess of paper work attempting to find the sheet that he needed. "Ah, here we go." Stein said as he picked up a piece of paper he was searching for. He lazily read out the list of names that were written on the page. Harry heard a peculiar list of names: Soul Eater, Black Star, Crona and Death the Kid. He was so engrossed in his thoughts about the irregularity of the names that he was shocked to hear his own name. Due to his shock he therefore answered without thinking.

"Yes Frank" he replied without thinking. He had heard Death refer to the man as such for the past three weeks and so he thought nothing of his words until muffled laughter filled the room. Some students were staring at him with wide eyes, while others attempt to muffle their laughter by using their hands as a shield. Franken just raised a brow.

"As much as I may appreciate the fact that you know my name I do expect a level of respect in this classroom" Stein grinned out. However there was a harsh edge to his tone. Harry knew that if he was to disrespect the man's orders that it would not end well. "Dr Stein or Sir are my preferred titles." Harry gave a shy nod.

"Apologies Sir, it won't happen again." Harry mumbled out. Harry's face flushed a light shade pink and he attempted to avoid the gaze of the rest of the room. The students were now staring at him. He guessed that he had lost his anonymity. It seemed that the students would now be desperate to know who he was. He let his hand run through Wilson's fur, the dog hidden under the desk, again soothing his frayed nerves. He really hoped that this did not turn out to be like Hogwarts again.

The lesson passed at a sedate pass after that. Harry understood the majority of what was going on, having spent a lot of time with Death, able to hear his in detail explanation of the lessons that he was now being taught. Death was a great teacher. Harry, therefore simply, sat and took notes, watching the proceedings with an indifferent eye and occasionally feeding Wilson a treat form his pocket.

The lesson ended and Harry watched and waited for the rest of the student population to leave the room before he stood. A quick glance toward his timetable and he made his way toward his next class. The corridors were mostly empty and Harry knew that he'd be late for the class, but he didn't really care. As long as he had Wilson with him and he avoided any of the curious gazes from the other students. Harry finally found his classroom and entered to every set of eyes on him. He noticed several people from his previous class; a girl he thought was called Maka, death the kid, Soul and a few others. Harry ignored the stares and pulled Wilson to stand with the rest of the students. The classroom was empty of furniture, other than a few large chests. The teacher continued to speak as Harry joined the others.

"Now Meisters and Weapons, today we shall be doing some general versatility training." The man before them said. He had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Harry recognised him from Death's descriptions as Mifune. "You and your partner will face many different challenges together. Your weapon may change and develop as much as you do. You need to be ready to deal with any of these changes. That means that you'll all be training with a weapon that is not yours today." The man said with a smile. There was a mumble of voices, many of which were filled with derision as both Meisters and Weapons expressed their reluctance to engage in the activity.

As people began to pair up with apprehension Harry merely stood with Wilson, watching the scene. Soon there were only two people not paired up. Himself and a pink haired kid that seemed to only be standing nervously near the centre of the room. Harry made his way over to the kid, Wilson following closely at his heels.

"Hey" Harry said with a small smile. The kid turned to face him, looking even more nervous than before. "You wanna be together?" Harry questioned. The words sounding childish to his own ears. The kid looked shocked and scared before managing to stumble out an answer.

"Umm…no…I-I-I can't work with you. I don't…I can't use any other weapon" the kid bumbled. They were, however, interrupted by another voice before they could continue.

"That's right. Crona only needs me. No one else but me" a possessive voice purred out. A being protruded from the kid's back. The head of a black creature with white eyes appeared above the pink haired kid's shoulders as it spoke. Harry stared at it for a few seconds. Watching the way it moved. It reminded him of a dementor. "He doesn't need a puny human like you" the creature growled out. It then started to punch the kid on the head, hard by the looks of it. The kid then began to whine, complaining of the pain. That was when Harry's Gryffindor instincts kicked in.

"Stop it." Harry cried out loudly, causing several heads to turn at the noise. The creature only laughed and continued its abuse. "I said, stop it!" Harry growled out. His voice was deep and vicious. "You should not hurt people for no reason. Especially when that person is your friend." Harry hissed. Unbeknownst to Harry he was letting his magic spark to the surface of his skin and skitter across the room, like rain from a cloud. Harry, as the Master of Death, had the power over any of those in Death's service. By attending the academy these students were submitting to Lord Death and by extension Harry. Therefore as the creature on the kid's shoulder felt the power radiating from Harry it flinched. It stopped punching the pink haired teenager and vanished back to where he had come from.

"Crona was it?" Harry questioned. The kid nodded in return. "Well, now that that's settled would you like to work together? I don't need a weapon either. I can fight without one." Harry said with a small smile. "Shall we just fight together instead; seeing as neither of us need another weapon." Crona gave a mumbled conformation and Harry gave a smile. He continued the lesson with Crona ignoring the fact that every set of eyes was looking at him at some stage throughout those two hours.