Disclaimer, Don't own Harry Potter or Death Note

My name is Harry Potter. I'm an unusual kid. My parents died in a car crash landing me with my most hateful family. I don't know much about my parents. All I know is that I had Mum's green eyes. At least until the age of two, from what I determined from my drunken Uncle's rant. But now I have red eyes. I don't mind it. In fact I love it. With these eyes, I can see a person full name. It was a while before I realized that the number underneath a person's name was their lifespan. The only downside is that I can't see my own death's date.

At school, the kids avoid me, not because of Dudley, my cousin, but because of my red eyes, and how every time I'm nice to a person, they normally die within a week. That's how I got the name Harry the Reaper. It was not my fault I wanted to make a dying person's last days peaceful. The teachers don't like me either. I don't know why, I'm doing well in school, and being the best at keeping quiet. Maybe my eyes unnerve them. But if I could save the kids from death, then I would, but believe me, I have tried and failed.

My current family isn't nice. I think if my eyes stay the same, then maybe they'll treat me somewhat decently, and maybe, I wouldn't be beaten, scorned at, derived of food, and live in a smaller cupboard, than the one under the stairs. My entire sanity is always at the end of it rope, but I desperately clung on, knowing it'll give them the satisfaction if I was sent to the crazy house.

Now, I'm at the zoo looking at the snakes for Dudley's birthday. Dudley was such a pig. He stormed onto the next cage after the snake he was staring at wasn't moving.

"Must be boring." I said, staring at the snake. What? It not like I got anything else to do besides staring at it. Aunt Puggy Petty (my nickname for my aunt) was avoiding the snake, and Uncle Vernon was far off. Dudley was looking at the snakes with his friends. So I imagine the snake lifting it head up. I also imagine the snake speaking to me.

"You speak?" the snake said.

"Of course. I'm Harry. You being in this cage must be boring. Wouldn't you agree?" I asked.

"It is boring, I want to go to Brazil. I'm sure it'll be interesting. But then again anything is more interesting than this" The snake muttered. Before I could say anything Dudley pushed me into the ground. I glared at him.

'How dare he? I'm his better! He knows that. I can outrun him, I know his future death, and I know his embarrassing secrets. Yet he pushes me aside like I was nothing? I wish you'll DIE.' I thought furiously. To my surprise the glass that separate the snake from people vanished. Dudley fell into the cage and the snake launch itself out, not wanting to miss an opportunity

"Thanks." The snake said. I was stunted. Then I grinned when Dudley tried to get out of the cage and found out the glass was back. Knowing that Vernon will find a way to blame me for this, I ran off around the corner and laugh my head off.

Several weeks later...

I still regret laughing. But at least I got this freaky letter that sent me off in a homicidal mood and paranoid. I wrote back in an unbelievable manner. I wrote back using an OWL. Yes, you heard me right, an OWL.

It was July 30, 11:58. I was bored, bored, bored, and did I say bored? Anyway I was bored. This cramped cupboard wasn't the best place to be sleeping in. So I was counting the time. I should be allowed up to say happy birthday to myself. Heavens knows the Dumb and Dumber won't say that. Thanks god Vernon is only going to live for another 11 years then no more wicked uncle. Dudley got 12 more years and Petunia got 20 years. It's 11:59 now. Too bad the cramped cupboard was locked, I would have tried to wake up Dudley just to annoyed him, or maybe try out that technique of putting his fat finger in warm water. Too bad nothing ever happen on my birthday. It was now 12:00.

"Happy birthday." I whispered to myself before moving softly to make myself comfortable. Petunia won't wake me up. She never had me make breakfast, because she said, and I quote "Those beastly eyes of yours is making my poor Dudley upset. Especially this early in the morning." But that witch still has me make lunch and dinner. Why can't she die sooner? Darkness claimed my mind.

I was completely awakened by my aunt's screaming. For once I never knew she could scream so loud.

"What are you doing here?!" She shrieked before lowering her voice so the neighbors won't hear her. Too bad she lowered it. Now I couldn't hear her. I could barely hear another voice. But I could tell it was a male. Maybe he was Aunt Petunia's ex-boyfriend? But I didn't think too long on that. Instead my mind wander off to the letter I receive a few weeks ago. Those weirdoes (or Dudley, but then where did he found the time to train an owl?) knew where I lived and claimed that I'm a wizard. I'm pretty sure I didn't join a cult or anything. Last I check, I didn't sign anything yet. Did Dudley sign anything while pretending to be me?

"POTTER?" A male voice shouted out. Startled I jumped, and banged my head a bit too hard and lost my balance, slamming down onto buckets and knocking my head on them. Stupid cupboard. I was going to be in it now. I'm not supposed to make any noise in the cupboard. Vernon is going to kill me!