A/N: I wish there was more Ghost Hunt/Harry Potter Crossovers out there so I decided to start writing one. This will be Lin/Harry so if you don't like then don't read. Chapters will be longer once we get to the main story line and people have met.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Ghost Hunt and am not making any money off of any of this. ( this will be the only disclaimer for the whole story)

Summery: Harry thought walking through the veil would solve all his problems. Unfortunately, being the Master of Death meant his life isn't over yet; even if he has to live in a parallel universe.

You're Hunting What?

Prologue

By this point, he was beyond annoyed.

Seriously. How was this even his life? It seems no matter where he went fucked up shit always happened to him. He just so happened to currently be sitting in a police station, in a foreign country, in some kind of parallel universe to his own. If he'd know walking through that bloody veil would have spat him out alive on the other side he would have taken a more permanent journey in the privacy of his own home.

But no. It seemed that damn veil was a fucking doorway to some place where the magic is messed up and he couldn't even get the bloody translation charms right. Now he just gets to sit here listening to foreign babble and looking like a god damned suicidal moron. Oh, did he forget to mention that he walked out of the veil and into a suicide forest? Seriously, what kind of fucked up peoples have a specific place to go and commit suicide. He was stuck wandering there for three fucking days with his magic acting wonky, not to mention the place was pretty fucking creepy.

When he finally found the end of the damn forest he came out on a road with a god damned car coming straight at him. But instead of passing by, like any decent folk, the asshole had to go and pull over. Then he had to stand through him miming suicidal gestures once the driver figured out he had no clue what he was saying. That was a fun moment.

Apparently you can't just leave a suicidal foreigner on the side of the road. Fucking good samaritans.

So yay.

Police station.

Oh and did he forget to mention the ghosts that are freaking everywhere?

Chapter 1

He figured the police were trying to ask him his name when they kept pointing to themselves and speaking and then pointing to him and waiting.

"Harry Potter, British" he said. Hopefully they'll tell him where he is. Hell, hopefully British is a thing here.

"Ah, Eigo" the officer replied. Yet just when Harry opened his mouth to speak the officer turned to the guy standing near the desk and said something to him. When he turned back he said, "You wait. English."

Harry just nodded his head and looked around. The place looked pretty normal. Not that he knew what normal police stations looked like, but everyone seemed human, even the random dead people walking around were human. He supposed he should be thankful that he didn't end up in some sort of alien world. Though knowing his luck it's possible that it only looks normal superficially.

When he turned back to the officer at the desk he noticed that the guy wasn't even paying attention to him anymore. How is that safe? Aren't you supposed to keep an eye on people in police stations? He shrugged.

When the translator guy finally showed up Harry had already been sitting there for half an hour, but he knew better than to show his annoyance. The original officer finally looked up only to stand and walk off after a few words to the new officer.

"Hello my name Akihide Takahasi. Can I get your name and date of birth?"

"Harry Potter, thirty-first of July, 1980. Can I ask why I'm here exactly?" He replied.

"Ano, the man who brought you weren't sure if you were trying to commit suicide and decided to bring you here. We just need general information about the situation and then you'll likely be free to go. You're currently seeming pretty stable."

Harry hummed quietly. He supposed he was technically trying to commit suicide when he walked through the veil but that's not what he was doing in the forest. So it's not like he was really lying. "I just thought it'd be cool to follow a path in there but then I got lost and ended up spending three days walking around before I stumbled out. It's quite the creepy place, why would he think I was going to commit suicide?" By this point a lot of the ghosts in the room had been paying more attention to him than he'd like, so he was a bit tense.

"I see you were unaware that that forest is particularly famous in Japan for suicides. We've been trying to change the image but it's not going as well as we'd like. Do you need any help medically at the moment? Three days can be a long to inadvertently camp out."

"No, I'm alright. I had a couple of waters with me and now I'm just extremely hungry," Harry lied. "Is that all that you needed? Am I free to go?"

"Is there anyone we should contact for you?"

"No thanks, I was initially just passing through and now I'm a few days late getting back home. I'll just be grabbing some food and then heading back out of town. No forest stops this time," he chuckled.

"Alright then, you can head on out. Sorry for your bad experience and have a good day."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped outside. None of those ghosts had followed him and it seemed he ended up in a place that's not completely foreign to him. There was a Japan back home so it may be safe to assume that this really is a parallel world and the magic just seemed to revolve more around the dead than back home. He really needed to think about everything he had just learned.