Haha! So I don't own Harry Potter or Death Note! Sucks to be me I know! Ha ha -sobs-
I sit looking at the strange leather notebook in front of me. This will be one of my horcruxes, I'm sure about it.
On the front, it says something in Chinese (Japanese you Baka of a Dark Lord) and then something in spiky English letters which I can't quite make out. I can just about read the word 'note' so it probably says 'book note' or 'pad note' which is typical of those Chinese (Racist Baka)
I wave my wand and the words "Riddle's Diary" appear on the front. Perfect.
I quickly write inside "If found please return to Tom Marvolo Riddle" I wonder if I should magically charm an image of my face into it..No. I don't want to associate myself with that name! I've only written it because my seer told me that in the future Lucius needs to slip it into the Shopping Cauldron of a redheaded Weasley starting at Hogwarts and, thanks to my school award, this name will beguile her into thinking that this book holding a fragment of my soul can be trusted!
"Malfoy!" I bark and Lucius enters with a quick bow. I thrust the book into his hand. "You know what to do. No LEAVE!" I give him a dismissive flick of my hand and he scurries backwards, the huge oak doors slamming with a 'BANG' behind him.
Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in my chest, black, white and red dots cloud my vision and I hit the floor.
DEATH NOTE!
The answer is clear in my head. Shit! I wrote my name in a Japanese death note. I really am a suicidal bastard. But I won't die-right? I ca-
Third Person
And, breaking off that thought, Tom Riddle collapsed. Sure, he wasn't properly dead. He'd come back like in the books but he was half dead and it sure would be a hell of a lot easier to kill him when the time came.
