Hey everyone who managed to look at this story! I know I have plenty other stories to write buuuut…I couldn't help myself.

Okay everyone, this is a Soul Eater and Harry Potter Crossover (obviously) Now, I will have a poll up on my page for this story because I have a few ideas for it. Harry's weapon form and his meister.

Knights Sword and Scythe (I have images on my DeviantArt account under the same username)

And Meister options are Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Kim. (I'm kinda leaning towards Hermione…I see a lot more options with her, but I will leave up a poll just to see what ya'll think). Please vote! Poll is on my page.

Prologue

Third Year was ending, and young Harry Potter was sad to be going back to the Dursley's, but he knew that it was only for a few months. He quickly ducked into an empty compartment, letting his friends join in after him, stuffing their trunks up top on the luggage racks.

"There's supposed to a Quidditch world cup this summer nearby!" Ron said excitedly. "My dad's going to try and get some tickets so we can all go!"

Harry grinned. "That sounds awesome, Ron." Then he looked at Hermione next to him, who had her nose already stuck into a book, with a quirked eyebrow. "What do you think, 'Mione?"

The bushy haired brunette, looked up and gave the boys a smile. "That's great, but make sure not to forget to do your summer homework. That pretty important too." Causing Ron to groan and Harry to roll his eyes, but he nodded anyways.

"Sure. So long as the Dumbley's- 'scuse me, Dursleys, don't lock away my books again, which they just might, knowing them." The teen grimaced and looked out the window. He hated that place so much. "They do it every year, so I don't think this year will be any different."

Hermione gave him a concerned frown. "You should be notifying the professors if that's going on Harry, I keep telling you. They might be able to help."

Harry sighed and scrubbed his hand across his face. "I know, and I've tried, but their teachers 'Mione, they won't believe me. They will just think I'm trying to get out of a failing grade."

She nodded slowly in understanding. "Maybe you should try sneaking you school stuff out?"

He shot her a small look. "They put it under lock and key, and I can't use magic outside of school."

Ron blinked. "Maybe you should threaten them with Sirius? I mean, he is a 'convicted' serial killer, tell them that he might be upset if they lock things away on you?"

Harry's eyes brightened behind his glasses. "That's brilliant, Ron! Imagine their reaction!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but he could see a corner of her lips quirking up in amusement. Harry grinned at her causing a pink hue to appear on her cheeks, just before she ducked behind her book. The black-haired teen blinked before shrugging and turning back to Ron to carry on their conversation. The Quidditch Cup and the team's that will be playing each other. Going in depth about each player and their seeker's, and how they could win the cup for each other.

The time talking with his friends before his summer with the Dursley's started passed too quickly for Harry's taste and the train was pulling into Kings Cross Station. He sighed with a foreboding feeling settling like led in his stomach. He got up and yanked his trunk down from the rack, and made his way through to crowds off the train, and exchanging it for one on the platform. His friends came to his sides and they both placed a comforting hand on him, seeing the despair on his face. Soon, the Weasley's and Granger's showed up, talking amongst each other. Harry soon spotting his relatives and his face twisted like he bit into a sour lemon. He sighed and told his friends before making his way thought the crowds once more, to the three people he despised.

"Bye Harry! Have a great Summer!"

Green eyes turned back to his friends as they waved behind him one last time. He gave them a grin and waved farewell back, while on the inside his stomach was rolling. He turned and looked back to his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin who were waiting rather very impatiently for him, scowling at him and his friends in the distance.

A summer with his relatives was never fun. Hogwarts had always been his home for that past three years. His summers were always filled with foul names and slave labor, along with a minimal amount of food.

He finally reached his relatives side and his Uncle grunted irritably as his Aunt sniffed in disdain as she looked down her nose at him. They turned without a word and him and Dudley, his obese cousin followed quickly behind them to get to their car. Once his trunk and bags were loaded, he crawled into the back seat, squished between his cousin and the door.

The pig took up over half the back seat.

Sighing inwardly Harry rested his head on the cool window and watched as they left Kings Cross Station and headed back to No. 4 Privet Drive.

This wasn't looking forward to another summer with his 'family'.

One week had passed, and as he predicted, he was back to slave labor and subjected to jabs at his deceased parents. It sounded like his Uncle Vernon had been taking some lessons from Aunt Marge on how to get under his skin about his parents. Looks like he didn't learn about what happened to the miserable hag when his buttons got pushed like that.

"Boy! Get over here and clean up this mess!" His uncle roared from across the house, making Harry cringe at the volume and the extra work that was being loaded onto him. It was just him and his Uncle right now since Aunt Petunia and Dudley went to the game store to get him another game he would never finish.

Once he arrived into the kitchen a few seconds after the unnecessary noise, the fat man pointed into the kitchen as the mess across the counters. Making him wonder how it got there, he was normally the only cooking meals in the house. It took a few more seconds for registration to kick in, and for him to grit is teeth, forcing him to take a deep breath to calm himself down.

Dudley.

Without further prompting, the small teen made his way into the kitchen and proceeded to clean the kitchen with a damp rag and cleaning supplies. Food scraps and bits of paper and plastic went into the trash, dishes went into the sink for washing and dirt was swept up and thrown away.

While he was washing the dishes, he ended up tuning into his Uncle's conversation over the phone with his sister, Harry's Aunt, Marge. Sounded like they were making more jokes and bad mouthing his parents.

Again.

Once again, the young wizard in training had to grit his teeth and his scrubbing on the plate in his hands were getting rougher, almost splashing water out of this sink. His Uncle knew he could hear him, and he was sure he was talking that loudly and boisterously on purpose, trying to get a rise out the teen. He obviously didn't learn after the last time.

"That boy is so worthless. Petunia used to tell me about how useless and freaky her sister was. I'm guessing the rotten apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

Harry casted a glare over his shoulder towards his Uncle, fire in his eyes. The makeshift Walrus was looking right at him with a smug look on his fat face. Growling, Harry turned back to the dishes, and dropped the plate into the rinse side of the sink, before moving to grab the next one.

"I do sometime wonder what sort of drugs they were into. Meth heads maybe? His mother had to have been the worst for it to have somehow carried over to the boy. I bet she didn't even care about him! I Bet she-!"

"Shut up." Harry found the words slipping out of his mouth before he could stop them. Oh Merlin, please don't be a repeat of last year.

"What was that boy?" the adult snarled.

Screw it. He will keep his magic under control this time, just keep it under metaphorical lock and key. Slamming the plate down in the sink, hearing it break in two, the teen whirled around and roared. "SHUT UP! DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TO YOU LIKE I DID MARGE LAST YEAR! SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT MY MUM! YOU KNOW SHE DIED TO SAVE ME! SO, SHE DID CARE!"

Vernon was turning read in the face, and Harry new it was a bad sign, but he was past caring. He wouldn't keep letting these jerks keep talking about his parents, especially his mother like that. It made his blood boil.

Harry watched at the large man slowly stand up, placing the phone down on the table. Harry could still hear sprits of noise and static coming from the mic, so he knew his Uncle didn't hang up and Aunt Marge was yelling into the phone. Refusing to back away from the looming muggle, Harry bared his teeth and widened his stance, preparing to defend himself.

"Why you little, brat! How dare you speak to me like that! You ungrateful little-!" Vernon had been raising his hand, either to slap him or punch him, Harry didn't notice. Only let his instincts take over and brought his hands up to block to hit.

And for his Uncle's fist to slam into cold silver steel.

End Prologue

Now, from here, it where the poll will start. I left it like this it could draw you in and get some votes. What do you want the steel to look like? Please remember to Vote!

Rae