Wammy's Boy
A Harry Potter, Death Note Crossover
By: Super NEET
Rated: T (for now, at least)
Summary: Harry Potter grows up not with the Dursleys, but at Wammy's House, where he gains new friends and enemies and eventually works alongside L, a man he has great respect for. Too bad the righteous and stubborn Order of the Phoenix wants him to carry on his parent's famous legacy...and use his name as a rather crude form of blackmail to ensure his cooperation. Main Characters: Harry, Mello, Matt, Near, L, Dumbledore, Snape, Remus, and Sirius. Language, slight sexuality/innuendo, and violence lie herein.
Super NEET's Super Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing but the plot.
A/N: Wow. Never thought I'd get around to writing this. It's been in my head forever—a Death Note, Harry Potter crossover that was both lengthy and had depth. Originally I had intended for Harry to find the Death Note, but decided for this instead. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it.
Warnings: This story will have language (mostly thanks to Mello, really), sexuality (though to what degree I do not know), name spoilers, and a good amount of violence. Also, I want to make it clear now that I have moved the HP timeline up by roughly a decade so that it coincides with the Death Note timeline. I did this because I am less familiar with Death Note, which leads me to my next and final warning: I have never written anything Death Note related in my life, and I am not an expert. While I grew up with Harry Potter and know it like the back of my hand, Death Note is more foreign to me. I am really looking forward to writing L, as he is undoubtedly one of the most amazing fictional characters I have ever come across, and definitely the most unique. Oh, and this will probably have NO MAGIC. Because that would be a bitch to fit in and explain…gah, just thinking about it gives me a headache…
Enough of this. On with the show!
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Prologue
Roger Ruvie had dealt with many children in his long years, and never, not once, had he enjoyed their company. They were loud, foolish, and were in constant need of attention; attention that he—being an old, stern man with too much to do--was nearly reluctant to give. Perhaps, if he hadn't been in such a precarious and important position of power, he would have hated his job, and made it a point to quit. But the fact of the matter was, his job held great—and mostly undisclosed—significance. Underappreciated, overworked, but, in the end, a very important player in the games of Justice and those who brought it to light. No matter how much he disliked the company of children he could never simply quit his job, even if they did cause his blood pressure to rise dangerously. He couldn't imagine working somewhere other than at Wammy's House, with these 'gifted' children and their noise, and their insufferable intelligence, and, of course, their whining.
Bitter though he undoubtedly was, Roger loved the institution that was Wammy's and everything that it stood for. And, sometimes, he found children that he could stand—children that were quiet and mostly unassuming; children like Nate River, who wished for nothing more than puzzles and toys that hid a frighteningly high IQ. Children such as that, he knew, grew up to be someone. Be it someone righteous or someone terrible he did not know, but someone important all the same.
His job was a difficult one. He ran Wammy's when Mr. Wammy was away—and, with L Lawliet (who he had known quite well at one point) being the world's greatest detective and the closest thing to a son he had, Mr. Wammy was away a good deal of the time. Roger had never approved of Mr. Wammy's devotion to L over the orphanage that had been named after him. A part of him knew, however, that L could never get by on his own—he was too childish and had a need for someone to keep him grounded. In the end, Roger grudgingly admitted that perhaps Mr. Wammy's role in L's life was incredibly important not just to L, but to the civilized world. He also had to admit that his dislike of L-the-child clouded his opinion on the subject.
His secondary—and altogether secret—job was training and overseeing L's successors. It had long been decided that L would have one or more persons of astounding ability to succeed him. Mr. Wammy and L had sat him down one evening and laid down nearly every characteristic that made a child a good choice. Everything from a certain look in their eyes to more concrete aspects of their personality and intelligence—such as quirks and test scores—were to be taken into account. Roger did this job well, and even then he had a good idea of who would be in the final running to become the next L.
As the head of Wammy's House when Mr. Wammy was away, Roger was forced to do the more trivial tasks that came along with running an orphanage for gifted children. One of these tasks was discovering these gifted and parentless children in the first place. They came from all over the world, spoke every language, and had every face. Children with amazing artistic abilities and children with amazingly powerful intelligence were accepted at Wammy's with open arms. Then there were the children who had this look. They did not excel greatly in any one area, but their eyes were beyond them and those around them, and these eyes were often the only thing keeping them in Wammy's House.
Roger was intrigued by these eyes--sought them out, even--and that is why he decided to take in young Harry Potter who, at six years old, had no living family and a rather shoddy past. His school grades were decent, his teachers thought him very polite, and he had that look in his eyes that Roger searched high and low for. They were so round and innocent, so far away from the normal belligerence that children wore over them like cloaks in winter time. Those ridiculously green eyes were so smart, and so old; they reminded him of Mr. Wammy's eyes. Roger knew immediately that this boy was something, would be someone, and had decided he wanted to be a part of the process that determined what that something or someone would be.
Another thing that Roger detested about his job at Wammy's House was the paper work--but, in cases like this, he didn't mind it so much.
A/N: Review, perhaps? I'd like to know whether I should continue or not. :)
Oh, and for those of you wondering why I made Roger so bitter—it has been mentioned that Mr. Ruvie prefers the company of insects over children. I find this very amusing.