"Look, I know you took my chocolate!"
"Why would I take your chocolate?"
"You're Near, for god's sake! You'd do this just to wind me up!"
"If I had, I'd be pretty pleased with the outcome."
"Near, I swear that when we get to Hogwarts I'm going to grab your head, kick it a few times, slam it against a table and toss it in the Lake."
"That would work. . . but how would you get your chocolate back then?"
Harry sighed inwardly as the two continued bickering. They'd been on the Hogwarts Express for two hours now and the pair had argued for every single minute of the journey. Hermione had managed to escape to another girls' carriage after an hour of constant squabbling, but all Harry's friends' carriages were full. After searching for fifteen minutes, Harry had resigned himself to waiting it out. But they never even paused in their fights, and Harry seriously believed he'd go insane if he had to listen to a minute more of unceasing argument.
Beside him, Ron slumped in his seat and shot Harry an angry look. Harry resented the glare, but he couldn't exactly blame Ron. It had been Harry, stupid Harry, who invited them to sit in their carriage. Rumour had it they were two Chinese geniuses who had only just discovered they were magic, and Harry was. . .well, curious. Is that a bad thing? he thought. Definitely in this case, his mind answered immediately. If only they had turned him down! But no. Mello and Near had accepted his offer, then promptly ignored him for the next 120 minutes (if you don't count the seven times that Mello had asked Harry to lend him a few Galleons for the sweet trolley). Well, I know one thing for sure, Harry thought grimly. I'm never spending time with these two again.
Harry was so lost in his hatred that he hardly registered the whoosh of steam that marked the Hogwarts Express stopping, only noticing when Ron leapt to his feet and bounded towards the carriage door. He thankfully grabbed his case and was about to leave the cabin when Near spoke to him for the first time. "Harry-san?"
"What?"
"Thank you for allowing us in your carriage."
Near bowed stiffly from the waist, his movement more robotic than respectful. Mello mumbled something that Harry guessed was "Yeah, thanks", although he couldn't be sure. "Oh, it was no big deal. " Harry replied, out of politeness rather than friendliness. "Bye." And with that, he fled.
I was reading various HP x Death Note crossovers and I thought it'd be interesting to write my own take on them. Sorry this first chapter is so short; the next one should be much longer, and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing! Any ideas for future chapters, opinions on my writing (I know it's kinda drawn-out. I'm attempting to fix that) or general Death Note/ Harry Potter nerdiness is welcome in the reviews, as is any corrections or edifications (new word. Ha). Oh yeah, and I should probably thank y'all for reading. So, thanks. Go do something else for a few hours while I write. Just don't practise Mello's method of punishing chocolate thieves (he really loves those Chocolate Frogs)!
- Querulous Night