Death's Magical Connection

Sadly I do not own either death note or harry potter all that I do own is this story idea and the puppetry that is required to make the characters do what I want.

Prologue

It is a strange and abnormal world that we live in, but it is in this strange world that we live those two boys that should never have meet encountered one another. A large whale of a man named Vernon Dursley was on a business trip with his family for the year in Japan. Normally this would be a joyous occasion but since three years ago nothing in his life had gone his way. Three years ago his wives freak of a sister had got herself blown up and now here they were forced to care for their burden of a so called nephew. The poor boy that was on his uncles mind was occupied otherwise, he was on his hands and knees using a holed up rage that had been his only pair of socks. He was coughing due to the numina from the cleaning products that he was given to clean the house while his relatives were away. Suddenly he heard his uncles bellow of Boy. His relatives never called him his name to the point it was vague. Springing up from the floor running as hard as his four year old legs would carry him. Tripping on the enormous baggy clothing that covered his petite form, he rose approaching his uncle. He could smell the alcohol rolling off of him in waves; it was never a good thing when his uncle came home with that smell it normally meant pain would soon follow. Shacking in what could only be described as pure terror the young four year approached his uncle. His aunt was out shopping for his cousin Dudley, probably for something else he did not need but the only thing the poor boy realized that his uncle would not hold back now. An hour, three broken ribs, and a fractured wrist later the boy was outside doing his best to pull up stray weeds from the yard. This boy's name is Harry Potter and he was about to encounter his first friend.

Seven year old L. Lawliet was watching the new neighbors from the window in Whammy's house for the gifted. This was only the second week that they had been there and something was obviously wrong. The family seemed picture perfect except for this one boy, he was like a smeared out picture of a person a misplaced shadow it seemed. It appeared that the child only showed up to do chores, despite what the weather might have been and the clothing was horrendous. The family was not much better both the husband and what could only be the man's son were extremely large while the wife resembled a horse. They were disgusting in his brilliant mind but the child who stuck out like a sore thumb doing those chores was a mystery, one that he was determined to solve. After hours of watching the house the family left leaving the younger boy by himself, something that seemed wrong and yet he did not say one word. Instead he left the house putting on loose ad hated shoes and quietly approached the small child. At a closer look the boy could not be more than two or three and was noticeably hurt from the way he was favoring one hand more than the other. Unexpectedly the young boy who he was approaching looked up and L. was frozen. The boy's eyes were green but no green he had seen before of knew of, for that matter, could describe what kind of unnaturally green and drew him in like a black vortex. Fear was displayed in those eyes and a curiosity much like his own solely he raised his hand and did a traditional wave and hello. The boy looked at him as though evaluating his every move and slowly raised his own hand swiftly waving it and then continued to weed the yard. L. closed the distance between them in what seemed like a graceful display and sat on is feet observing the work the boy was doing. They sat there for five minutes before L. got bored and asked the shabby looking boy what he was doing. "chores." It was progress the boy had spoken to him despite his failure to look at him and the one word response it was something. "Why?" the boy shrugged "because Uncle Vernon said so." Better. It went on like that L. asking questions the boy answering with one or more words until L. saw the family coming around the bend. "I have to go." The boy looked at him with eyes that screamed a plea for him to stay but the look was gone as soon as it appeared and the boy was looking back at the task at hand. "What is your name?" the boy was about to answer but heard the door burst open. The fear was back in the boy's gorgeous eyes as he jumped and started to push L. farther and farther from the house. Getting the idea L. went home determined to find out more about the boy.

Unfortunately L. had to wait three days before the boy appeared again once more pulling the weeds out of the lushes lawn. He once more waited for the family to leave before going to the boys side once more. Though it seemed imposable to him the boy looked worse than before. His clothing had trace amounts of blood that most probably came from his busted lip. His frame was thinner and L. would swear that if he had lifted that shirt he would have seen his ribs not accounting for the black eye and a whip mark that was on his arm where the sleeved had slipped. "hello." It was enough for the green eyes to look up and cause a smile to appear on the bruised face. They started talking L. asking questions and the boy answering them. "What is your name?" the boy paused then looked at him "Boy." puzzled L. repeated the name and Boy nodded. It continued with questions like what was his favorite color, why they moved there and other such nonsense questions until Boy's family arrived and L. left leaving Harry or Boy with only a name and happy memories to face the beating that was going on behind locked doors.

It was two months of the same progress that finally drove L. to confront the family. Normally L. would find his answers and loss interest but with Boy the mystery went on for eternity, so summoning Watari he advanced toward the house. It took some convincing and a small bribe from to the Dursley's as they were called before they allowed Boy to come over to Whammy's house as a so called playmate for L. . They left the house of the Dursley's and when Whammys came into view he heard Boy gasp. To Harry this all seemed like a dream someone coming to rescue him during the days, though he had to go back and do his chores at night, and talk to him despite that he was a freak then heading to a castle. Harry looked at his knew friend L. and grinned unaware the L. looked away a pink tinge to his cheeks from the sight. When the car stop and L. got out Harry followed grabbing onto the older boy's clothing. L. glanced down and patted his head and led them into a room that was filled with lots of toys and a computer. L. viewed the boy that was clinging to him "you can play with whatever you want." L. had wanted to watch Boy doing something he would normally do for fun and went to sit at his computer as he observed Boy's reaction. What he did not expect was Boy to just stand there looking in awe at the toys that surrounded him not touching a thing, instead Boy went and sat behind him watching his every move and action on the computer. Harry had been told that he was to never touch a toy no matter what someone said and Harry stuck to this rule going to sit beside his friend and watch him. L. had taken off his shoes and sat hunched over like a glorious bird waiting for something to happen. Harry waited for the questions to start so that he could answer them but L. never asked them. Silence filled the room for hours as Harry fidgeted in the awkwardness of it all, finally he gathered what shred of courage he could and spoke first "hello." It was quiet and shy he knew that because he had never spoken before but to reply a yes mam or yes sir. L. who had been looking at case files looked up at the small greeting and nodded. A few minutes later Boy walked over to him and the computer and looked at the profile that he had pulled up. The man's name was Mitchell Laurence, he had gone to jail for attempted rape and was now a prime suspect for the murder case he was working on. Beside his picture was another of the crime scene from the murder he was accused of. L. watched as Boy's unnaturally green eyes studied the pictures the pointing to the man shock his head. "He didn't do it." L. looked at him and pulled up the pictures of everybody that was related to the case. Finally Boy pointed to the husband "he did it. That was all he did and then went and sat down as though waiting for L. to do something. Two weeks later L. noticed four things he was not growing bored of Boy as he did other things, next Boy was correct that the husband had murdered his wife though he had no idea how he knew, that Boy was smart though undereducated and stranger than normal boys his age, and he could stay lost in those mystic green eyes for hours forgetting all else like he was doing now. Boy had taken to hugging on a large black crow doll that L. had recently gotten whispering to it and was now looking at L. curiously. L. stepped closer and sat down in his normal position and glancing at Boy started the first conversation they had in days. "How did you know that man was the culprit?" huge round eyes shrunk in confusion "what, cul…culpit?" L. thought of how to phrase this to someone small then himself "the bad guy." Boy nodded, "bad guy have something in the eye and his foot print is on the window pane and under the bed." It was the longest sentence L. had heard Boy speak. "Oh." Boy then went back to talking to the bird and frustrated L. growled out "what are you talking about?" for some unfathomable reason Boy started to shake in fear. "My dream." Blinking L. asked another question soothing his voice until Boy's shaking ceased. "What do you dream." It was the start of a conversation that opened L.'s mind to the wonders that Boy held. Boy started talking about Dragons and men with pointed stick, people who turned into large dogs and flying on brooms. If L. did not know that those things did not exist he would have sworn they did the way Boy told his stories. It was not but three days later that L. started to teach Boy all that he could and have him help on a case, and to his amazement Boy was never wrong about the culprit it was like magic. It was a paradise were time meant nothing to them and neither noticed when five months had passed.

Shortly after the end of the fifth month Boy did not come over and nothing L. and Watari could do could make the Dursley's hand him over. It was two weeks before Harry came over to Whammy's house and his image was horrible. After spending his days at Whammys they had brought Boy back to a slightly better weight and a lot better clothing but now in front of them were a disgusting child. Holed clothing was worn and blood spots were clearly seen. Boy had bruised and cuts some fresh some not and when L. tried to touch him he pulled back, not a normal reaction. L. turned trying to go investigate on his computer what was going on and felt the familiar tug on his clothing from Boy's touch. Smiling he led them back to their sanctuary though L. was forever changed.

Harry had loved the time that he had spent with L., it had made him forget all of his problems at home unfortunately it also made him forget the things he was not meant to do. At L.'s house he could talk to L. about what he thought was wrong and after going home to his uncle and corrected his cousin Dudley in his speech. His uncle had beaten his so hard he thought he was going to die. He had been locked in the pantry, his room while they lived here and only taller than his previous room the cupboard under the stairs, healing the wounds. It was two weeks before he could walk and to his uncle that was good enough to send him to earn his keep at his so called 'friends' house. He was worried when L. looked at him in disgust and turned to leave. Desperate he grabbed his shirt and L. smiled leading them to the haven that was L.'s room. After that event Uncle Vernon had taken to beating him every night one he got home to keep up his proper education and every day he would go back to L. and talk and play as though nothing happen. It was another two months before things changed and although Harry would have loved if it was for the better it wasn't.

L. had been worried Boy was getting more and more pitiful looking if that was how you phrased it. The younger child came in with more injuries until while walking around the school he passed out blood seeping through his clothing. He picked up the small child his fear only causing more worry at the lightness to Boy's frame. It was then that he discovered the extent of what was going on at the Dursley's. The adults had said something about child abuse and after looking it up L. was sickened to the point he vomited. Anger filled him how dare they do something so horrible to someone so innocent so sweet. By the end of the day the Dursley's were called to come get Boy and L. planned on confronting them. Boy was so scared he was shaking. When Vernon Dursley came he took Boy's hand and led him to the car. Somehow he had convinced the adults to let them take him and L. could see the bone breaking pressure of the man's grip. He ran after the car and watched in pure terror as Vernon pulled Boy out of the car by his neck and Boy despite his effort could not escape. The house door slammed and he waited, he heard Boy scream in pain and nobody was around but himself to hear. By morning it was silent and Whammy's house had located him. After telling them what he heard they adults went to the house to see the child but the Dursley's claimed he ran and after the police had searched the house and found no evidence of the child even existing they left. It was the last time L. ever saw his friend and the only thing he would remember was the fear that was in those eyes that he so loved, and the promise that he would save him. It became the reason he quit caring and became a detective, one day no matter how long it took he would find Boy's body and send the Dursley's to jail.

Years passed and neither expected to see the other again, L. thought Boy dead and Harry though L. was part of his imagination. It was only after Voldemort's defeat and Harry's determination to leave the wizarding world behind that they would encounter the other again.