Just a Fact

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or Soul Eater

'Thoughts'

Harry Potter was a strange boy. He was both a weapon and half-witch. As a weapon he could change into many different ones and so far hasn't found one that he couldn't change into. He was an orphan who was forced to live with his abusive aunt, uncle and cousin.

Currently Harry and his relatives were on their way to lord Death's office. Dudley was going to be a meister at his school. Harry was going to be his weapon even though their souls weren't compatible and therefore Dudley couldn't even hold Harry let alone wield him. Harry was of course the one who was punished when Dudley couldn't hold him.

"Listen here Freak." His uncle began as they drew closer to his office. "You better not embarrass us nor any freakiness or else I'll make you beg for death."

Harry swallowed before answering. "Y-yes sir."

They stopped at the door and knocked. A few seconds later the door opens on what looks like it's own. They entered and began walking down yet another hall. It wasn't long until another door blocked their path and after knocking the door opened. It revealed a large room with a gigantic mirror in the middle and a black shape in front.

The shape turned as they walked in and Harry saw the skull mask. Harry had to hide a giggle. The mask was comical especially with his large gloved hands.

"Hello, hello, hello. I am lord Death." He waved his hands causing Harry to hide another giggle while the Dursley's had a hard time hiding their disgust.

"Good morning lord Death. I am Vernon Dursley. This is my wife Petunia and my son Dudley." He said proudly. "Oh and this is my wife's nephew and my son's weapon, Harry Potter." You could hear his disgust as he said Harry's name.

"Mr. Potter can't be your son's weapon." Lord Death told them. "Their souls are incompatible."

"Excuse me?" Vernon exclaimed as he glared at his nephew knowing it was his fault.

Harry flinched when he saw the look his uncle was getting him. He knew that his uncle blamed him and that meant that he was going to get it when they went home. He could only hope that it wouldn't be the cage or the collar and leash.

"Come here Harry." Harry did it for two reasons. One he would be away from his uncle and the other was because lord Death was the boss here.

"Sir?"

"Mr. Potter I am removing you from this abusive family." Harry looked at the death god in shock while Vernon turned purple in anger. "You are going to live with my son and I."

"You can't do this!" Vernon yelled.

"Actually he can." A voice said from behind the Dursleys causing them to all turn. "It is obvious that you are abusing this young man. The oversized, worn out clothes are one sign of neglect. The bruises and scars are a sign of abuse. From the way he looks it is pretty obvious you don't feed him often or enough. It is all the evidence lord Death needs to remove Harry from your care."

Harry, unlike his relatives, found this new man to be fascinating. He had snow white hair and had a giant screw sticking out of the one side of his head. He was just as pale as his hair and he wore white clothes. His eyes were a couple shades lighter than his own and duller too. Both his skin and his clothes were covered in stitches. It made Harry wonder if there was a place on his body without them. He mentally shook his head when he realised where his mind was going.

The Dursleys on the other hand were horrified. Not only was that man disfigured but he was also taking the freak's side. Petunia sneered at the man.

"You don't want this freak." Harry paled as he realised what his aunt was about to tell him.

"Why wouldn't he?" The man asked as he took note of how pale the child had become.

"That boy is half witch." Harry closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain that he knew would come.

"So?" Lord Death asked causing Harry to open his eyes and look at the death god in pure shock. "He hasn't harmed or killed anyone on purpose."

Harry wasn't the only one in shock. The Dursleys couldn't believe what they were hearing. Vernon was so purple he was almost black.

"As a death god I am able to see the souls of the living. This young one's soul is still pure."

The three left in anger. Harry looked at the two men in the room in both confusion and fear. He had never been in this situation before and didn't know how he felt about it.

"Mr. Potter we are not going to harm you." The white haired man said.

"Why not? I'm a half witch!"

"The only time we hunt witches is when they are evil." Death explained before he carefully took the child's hand. "Now let us get you some new clothes. Ones that actually fit you."