Disclaimer: Me being the owner of Death Note? You got to be joking! If I really did, then you will be seeing L and Raito making out and L will not die. That's how I see it.
A/N: My first DN story. I don't even know why I'm doing this or what I'm doing this for. Oh wait, now I remember. This nifty little story was just part of my fantasies then my online friend, Lindsay just had to challenge me to write it down with the theme: Harry Potter and it's a big fat MUST to include L and Voldermort in it. She has a crazy obsession for bad guys and so here it is a challenge fic.
Of course, my story will be like the usual. 6th years and usual stuffs. Order of the Phoenix thing. And for that, I'm going to kill her later. –smiles- On with the story! Oh and please tell me if you want this to have pairings or not? I'm also opened to suggestions.
Summary: (Challenge Fic) HPDN crossover. Life at Hogwarts had always been full of adventure but when the holder of a certain Death Note made an appearance there, life there will never be the same again.
A Nasty Note is all I see…
Bringing deaths to people I see…
Someday or sometime the note will cry,
Sending you to the pits of hell to fry.
CRACK!
A loud crack echoed through the small room in the crowded and cramped apartment. A battered and shabby looking man stepped out from the clouds of dusts, which were there due to the untidiness of the cramped room or probably due to the result of his apparation. Cursing slightly at the dust, which accidentally got caught in his throat, he let his magical eye wandered around the room.
It was much too dark for his liking.
Placing the object of his mission on a small desk, he sneered before disappearing in another loud CRACK.
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Dong! Dong!
The sound of the old grandfather clock striking midnight echoed throughout the entire household. The minute and hour hand both pointed to the number '12' in the night, signaling that it was midnight, a night when unexpected incidents happened. Thus, changing the lives of two unexpected teenagers on how both of them will react in a particular place of all places.
Dong! Dong!
The loud sound which the old and shabby looking grandfather clock didn't pose much of a threat to the sleepy inhabitants of the small apartment. They simply thought of it as the most annoying thing ever in their entire lives, waking a couple of people who had once desired to chuck that old clock out of the house but to no avail since the owner wasn't keen at the idea of disposing it.
Dong! Dong!
Clearly annoyed and irritated, Matsuda raised up from the floor, obviously tired from his whole investigation on the whole serial killer on the loose thing. Yawning and stretching, he reached out to scratch his sore back for sleeping on the hard floor all ever since. Thinking that a small glass of water will do him fine, he made his way slowly to the dark kitchen (nearly stepping on a couple of people on the way and ignoring their loud cries of protests) only to find the said master detective there.
L was crouching on the small stool, which apparently didn't give away under the boy's weight. Matsuda only sighed before seating himself beside the weird and quirky boy. As if he's not tired enough. He sighed again. L was the most hardworking person in the group and Matsuda really was thankful for that. But surely a young boy of his age still needed his sleep! He was about to open his mouth to speak when suddenly L raised his finger oddly to silence him up.
"Shush…" was the solid reply.
Quirking his eyebrow questioningly, Matsuda opened his mouth to speak again.
"Ryuuzaki-kun, it's midnight." He stated calmly, not letting anymore of his motherly instincts getting the better of him again.
Turning to face the older man, L or rather known as Ryuuzaki at this moment stuffed a thumb into his mouth, biting on it intently, his black-coated eyes bored into Matsuda's in interest. "And?" He asked innocently.
Matsuda felt like he's going to bang his head on the wall for the next few seconds.
"And you're supposed to go to sleep." He answered, wondering why the hell must he do this again.
Silence elapsed them as Ryuuzaki momentarily turned to face the object in front of him again. It was a simple mousetrap with a small piece of mea tied at one end and deadly rat goo spread out under the board inside the trap. Matsuda eyed the cage warily before turning again to Ryuuzaki who was watching the victim squirming inside the trap, a young mouse in interest.
The poor mouse was squirming and twisting helplessly as it was held captive by the strong rat glue. The more it tried to move, the more body parts stuck to the cardboard. At first, its free hind leg was free but in its desperate measure to try to get up, the leg was stuck firmly to the board.
"In ten seconds, the mouse will stop moving." Ryuuzaki calmly said, his eyes continued to pry at the helpless prey.
"Huh?" Matsuda blinked in confusion.
"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One." He finished as Matsuda looked on.
Sure enough, the poor mouse was dead as soon as he counted 'one'.
"Its breathing system was cut off instantly when the nose hit the cardboard. If you didn't happened to notice, the mouth is glued together by the goo again..." The teenager explained, his eyes getting heavier by the minute. "Death…. Insufficient supply of oxygen…." His voice trailed off as he toppled from the stool, falling straight onto Matsuda. The investigator sighed for the third time that day, dragging the teenager to an empty sofa and tucking him in for the night.
The black-haired man was about to go to sleep when a small hooting noise caught his attention.
It was coming from the window.
Turning to face the window, Matsuda was apparently shocked as a small tiny spotty owl pecked angrily at the window as if ordering the man to just open the window up so he can get in already! He finally regained from his aftershock and opened the window, letting the small tiny owl in. It hooted in annoyance. The owl seemed to be carrying a letter, which seemed to be a bit big than it's size.
A letter which was addressed only to Ryuuzaki. But the question was who and why…?
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"YOU FOOL!" A loud voice shrieked throughout the large mansion, causing the inhabitants of the abandoned mansion to flinch. "Did you realize what you have done?.!"
The fire blazing in the dust-freed fireplace danced timidly and cast shadows across the dimly lit room. The occupants consisted a small short and sniveling man. He trembled at the angriness of the croaked voice and slouched down to his knees because of it, begging for forgiveness. "My Lord…Please…" He pleaded. "Please give me another chance!"
"My patience is growing thing, Wormtail." Came a shrill voice that was closed to explosion.
The man known as 'Wormtail' gave a small squeak and lowered his head even more. "My Lord…Please…I did not know well of the map!" He whimpered.
"That is no excuse. You're of no use at all, Wormtail. It looks like I have to dispose of you first." The pale man stated, lifting his pale and skinny finger in his fury. He seemed to not care about anything in particular anymore. He would murder him later for the sake of his mission.
The pale man struggled to stand up but failed since his body wasn't well enough to move yet. He needed more power. A power that is strong enough to eliminate the others pathetic beings, especially that annoying brat and the man behind his back – Harry Potter and Albus Dumbeldore. He cursed inwardly at his lack of strength, deciding that he will dispose of this useless being later.
He had more use of him for now.
Wormtail was shivering at the silence, which fell on them. Knowing the fact that the lord will surely punished him for his carelessness, Wormtail fidgeted nervously for his death. The lord never showed any mercy to anybody much less a being like him.
At that moment, the abandoned television (1) at a small corner flickered to life. A reporter was currently reporting about a killer who was currently holding a family of six hostages.
"…The family which consisted of four children and two parents are still in that mansion. Police forces have the place surrounded and no one is told to move unless the money is safely sent to the killer who was also known as John Steward…."
"Master!" Wormtail immediately stood up, running to the muggle thing's side, trying to shut it off. "I will turn this down for you, master. It's unhealthy to your eyes." He was actually hoping that his master would forgive for this but apparently not. The lord was showing an absolute interest on the muggle news.
"Stay back, Wormtail. Somehow, I have a feeling that this muggle thing will not disappoint me like you will."
Alarmed by the sudden changed in the tone, Wormtail could only stepped back and watched it carefully. Actually, he was wondering why the lord would be interested in a simple muggle news. It was not like the muggles have anything up their sleeves or any special murdering techniques. Wizards like them used wands and spells but they mainly used their knives and guns. A simple defensive spell can deflect them off easily.
Suddenly, the commotion changed. The hostages came running out of their house and this peaked up the lord's interest immediately.
"The hostages are coming out one by one! I wonder what happened! The police forces are commencing their run into the house to capture the wanted criminal! It's a miracle! Ah! And here comes the newest news now. The criminal…has died of an heart attack!"
Wormtail shuffled his feet nervously. Why did this interest the lord that much?
"This..This must be of Kira's doing again!"
"Kira…?" The pale man said to himself quietly.
"As much as you all know, Kira is one of the most wanted serial killer in the world! He can kill without touching any of the criminals. According to the police, Kira seemed to be in Japan! A deadly person ----"
The television dropped to the floor with a loud bang.
"Master…?" Wormtail spoke up hastily, his carelessness forgotten long behind.
The lord shifted in his seat, turning to face his only subordinate at that time. "There will be a change of plan. Spread words among the death eaters. I want this Kira person found…now."
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"Raito! Megumi-san had called and said that the tuition is cancelled!" Mrs. Yagami called out from the staircase to her only son.
Raito narrowed his eyes and said a loud "Yes, mom!" before slumping onto his chair in defeat. He just came home from school and thanked god that Mrs. Megumi cancelled the class. It was just a normal gym period during school and yet, it made his whole body hurt like hell.
"Ne…Raito. I'm hungry." A voice whined behind him.
Dressing himself in a pair of brown jeans and an black t-shirt, he flung an apple in the voice's direction in which the 'voice' cheered happily in return. "You still haven't changed…Ryuk."
The death god scoffed. "Like hell you're changing too. Still the same old Raito I see even after the summer vacation."
"Is it my fault that you're scared of airplanes?" he retorted, flipping through his notes in a bored manner.
"I'm not scared of airplanes!" Ryuk protested, taking a large bite out of his apple. "Actually, I was wondering. It's not that I'm worried. I'm just wondering. Since there isn't any murder cases out there when you're gone, won't you arouse any sort of suspicion towards you?"
Turning his chair around, Raito gently rested his head against his fist, the other hand tapping the desk patiently. "Who say they aren't? During my whole vacation period in Europe, my job in serving justice for a new world didn't remain forgotten. Just like yesterday on the return flight back to Japan, this Note killed a man called John Steward and a Japanese crook in Japan."
"I see." Ryuk replied, stuffing the rest of the apple into his mouth, munching on it slowly.
"So I don't think the other investigators except this L person will be suspicious of me yet. Besides, my father will probably proclaim that I'm no murderer and have been a good boy like I have always been." He continued unenthusiastically.
"My thoughts have been correct after all. You humans are very interesting…much more interesting than in the Death God World." Ryuk said, cackling in respond. "You didn't make my trip here a waste."
Raito dragged out his drawer, used his pen to flip the hidden board up and took out his prized possession – the Death Note. "As long as I have this book, L's days are numbered." He chuckled mildly. "How should I kill him? Bombing at his house? Accidents? Tear him apart?"
Ryuk just looked on. "Sometimes…Raito. You're much more crueler than us in the Death God World."
"I'll take that as a compliment, Ryuk." The orange-haired boy replied, smiling. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have my homework due to be passed up tomorrow."
The next half-hour would have been a perfect bliss for Raito if Ryuk hadn't interrupted him for some creature of absolutely no importance.
"Raito, there's an owl clawing at your window." Ryuk began, pointing at the window.
Raito sighed and concentrated on his work, not bothering to face the bored death god. "What're you talking about, Ryuk? In a place like this, owls are a rare species here."
"That blasted bird is pecking at the window again."
"No jokes now. I got an exam tomorrow."
"But…"
"Ryuk. Enough. I can't get my study done with you blabbering into my ear about some stupid owl."
"Raito…I hate to say this but that bird is flying off with your underwear."
"For the hundredth time…what did you say!" Raito nearly screamed as he faced the window just in time to see the nasty little owl that was obviously trying to get his attention all this time. It hooted in victory as it dumped the underwear, going back to peck at the window swiftly. It looked like it wanted to come in.
Ryuk grinned madly before saying, "I told you so."
Raito glared at the death god before proceeding to open the window, complaining on the two minutes and a couple of seconds he will lose for this useless bird. The seven o'clock news can't wait or that will cause suspicions to arise.
The owl dived into the room, dropping an old-fashioned letter onto the desk before perching on the bedpost. It gave a small annoyed hoot.
"What's this?" Ryuk asked warily.
Raito eyed the letter cautiously. Sensing that there was nothing dangerous about this letter, he approached it warily, hands clutching onto the Death Note tightly. He made a grab to the letter and was surprised at the address it was delivered to.
Yagami Raito
First Bedroom on the First Floor
Yagami Household at the end of the Street
Kanto Area
Japan
The way the words were written were more of a scribble and it smelled ghastly of heavy black ink. Flipping the envelope around, a wax was printed as a seal. The wax seal itself implanted more questions into Raito's mind. Ryuk watched on closely as to what might happen next. The latter picked up a cutter and cut through the envelope, allowing him to access the letter inside.
Dear Mr. Yagami,
We're pleased to inform you that you're accepted to Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In this place, you'll be able to study the properties of magic, potion as well as your own self-defense to protect you from others. Along with this parchment, there will also be an enclosure with a list of the things you'll need to buy to see whichever deemed fit for you in the school's classes.
Since you're a late starter, you will begin as a year 6th student, and all equipments must be bought for you to catch up with other students. Classes start this coming September and will last for an entire year. If you wish to enroll, please kindly attached an acceptance letter to the owl.
We wished you all the best.
Signed,
Deputy headmistress,
Head of Gryffindor House,
Professor Minerva Mc. Gonall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
He skimmed through the words rapidly, baffled at the contents. Ryuk could only suppressed the urge to laugh. "Looks like they got you there."
"You're talking nonsense again. For all I know, that master detective doesn't look like a person to send this lame letter as a joke." He said, rubbing his chin, as he appeared to be in deep thoughts. "Who could it be and what do they want?"
"Are you one hundred percent sure that the guys who are now hot on your trail didn't send you this?" The death god asked.
Raito nodded. "They already have enough problems on their hands. And I don't think they will stoop so low just to make me walk into this trap. This letter's texture can only be found in England…from the way my instincts tell me."
Tilting his head to the side, the death god asked hastily, "How do you know?"
"During the geography lesson, the teacher brought us a couple of bark samples from all kinds of trees and this one seemed to fit the same exact assents which the bark which I was given earlier. And if my memory is correct, yep. It's form England."
Cackling, Ryuk was really impressed at how Raito's mind works. To say it again, this human was much more interesting than the previous Death Note's holders.
"But to get me to believe into some magic crap…get real. They have to do better than that. We used logic nowadays, not magic." He exclaimed boredly, crumpling the letter and aiming it at the wastepaper bin.
Wanting to open his mouth to say something, he immediately pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. Oh well, Raito's bound to find out soon enough if this magic is really real.
"Why the hell did you have to get our hopes up? Why the hell did you say you'll bring us to be champions!" – Kogure, Slam Dunk, Volume 8.
(1) Television: I hope no one forgot that Voldermort is half-muggle and half-wizard. So the muggle half of his family will have non-magic folk stuffs hanging around.
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