A Reaper and a Weapon.

Disclaimer: I don't HP nor Soul Eater.

'Thoughts'

Parseltongue

(December 22nd, 1985)

"FREAK!"

"Y-Yes uncle V-vernon?"

"Get out!"

"Y-Yes sir."

Harry was always kicked out of the house on Christmas Eve on Christmas. He wasn't allowed to celebrate. He was a freak and freaks weren't allowed. So they forced him to stay out in the cold until the holiday was over. They always hoped he would freeze to death.

"Good riddance."

Harry shivered as he sat in the snow. He made sure to stay out of sight. If someone saw him He would be in deep shit.

"What are you doing out here in the cold?" A red haired man asked him.

"Ah!" Harry screamed as he backed away.

"I'm sorry little one. I didn't mean to startle you."

Harry whimpered and backed away even further. The man controlled his face. He sat down before speaking.

"My name is Spirit Albarn. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"BOY!" His uncle bellowed causing Harry to whimper.

Spirit didn't like his reaction."Who is that?"

"My uncle." Was the whispered answer.

"I see." He frowned. "Does he know you're out here?"

Harry didn't respond as his uncle exited the house. "Who are you?" He demanded.

"I'm Spirit Albarn, you?"

"This is private property. Leave at once, sir."

"Your nephew is out here in the freezing cold."

"I didn't know." His eyes promised pain.

"I believe you are lying."

"Excuse me!? I demand that you leave at once sir. If you don't I shall call the authorities.

"Spirit?"

They turned to see a woman. She had short dirty blond hair and light green eyes. Her arms were crossed as she waited for her husband to speak.

"Hello dear."

She looked between the three across from her. "What is going on?"

"I found this little one outside alone. This man is trying to tell me that he had no idea he was out here."

"It is the truth. I had no idea. Why do you care what happens to this freak?"

"Spirit."

Spirit nodded before changing. Soon in the woman's hands was a scythe. She pressed the blade against his throat. Vernon paled.

"Y-your like him."

"What?"

"Show him Boy!"

"Y-Yes sir."

The two watched as Harry glowed as he changed forms. Where the child once stood was a sword. The blade reflected the moonlight. It looked pretty sharp. The handle was black with emeralds encrusted around the hilt.

"Whoa." Spirit grasped.

"We should take him with us."

"Yes we should." Spirit agreed with his wife.

"You want him you can have him. I never wanted the freak." Vernon went inside before returning. "Here is its things." He threw the few items out into the snow before entering his home since more, locking the door.

Harry and Spirit shifted back. Spirit went over to the sobbing child. He picked him up while his wife picked up Harry's belongings.

"Let's go report this." She said as she put a coat around Harry.

"Of course."