Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Death Note
A/N: Timeline set in the Manga-version of Death Note, meaning L/Harry was born in 1979 (whereas in the HP books, Harry was born in 1980)
Oh, and MoonDust1012-kun, please go read/watch Death Not if you haven't already. Immediately. That's an order. XD
-Death Spells and Death Notes-
Prologue
by AzulCeleste14
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"Vernon, did you hear something?"
"Hmm?" The fat man rolled over to face her. The bed springs groaned under his weight.
"I think I heard a motorcycle…"
"Probably just some hoodlums, mucking about after hours. Little bastards…"
"I heard voices, too."
"…waking honest people up. I'll show them…"
"I'm going to go look."
She climbed out of bed, slipped into her fuzzy pink slippers, and shuffled into the hall. The house was dark…too dark…what happened to the street lights? The motorcycle revved again, and slowly its sound faded away. As she came down the stairs, she could see the lights come back on outside, one by one. Curiosity piqued, she quickly made her way to the door.
Peeking out the front door, she didn't notice anything amiss. She opened the screen door, just to be sure, and started when it hit something. A wailing sound came from somewhere at her feet. An answering wail came from within the house. She looked down and gasped.
"My goodness!" She picked up the baby and rushed into the house before any of the neighbors woke up.
"Vernon! VERNON! Get down here!"
From upstairs came the sound of thudding and creaking wood. A minute or two later, the hulking man made his way down the stairs.
"What's all this ruckus about, Pet?"
"Vernon, look!"
He did, and his face reddened.
"Where the bloody hell did that come from?"
Petunia noticed an envelope tucked into the blanket.
"To Petunia Dursley nee Evans," she read. "I am sad to be the bringer of bad news. Your sister, Lily Potter nee Evans, was murdered in her home today, along with her husband, by Voldemort. He failed to kill their young son, Harry James Potter. I know you will give him a loving home...Albus Dumbledore? Vernon, it's from their lot!"
"Is he from their lot, too?" sneered Vernon.
"It says he's my sister's brat, so yes."
"No freak like him is going to defile my home!"
Petunia hesitated, but nodded, agreeing with him.
"Take him now, quick, to that orphanage, you know, Slammy's House or whatever the place is called."
"Believe it's Wammy's House. Where are my keys? Need to change…" He continued muttering, going back upstairs to get into some proper attire. Petunia put the now-whimpering boy on the couch. For a moment she caught the boy's bright green eyes, and her breath hitched.
"Lily…" She shook her head and remembered her own boy, who was still crying. She rushed off to the nursery. Vernon came back down and grabbed the letter. He went to the kitchen, turned on the stove, and burned it to ashes. Then he went back to the living room, grabbed the child, and rushed out the door. A slam of a door, the turning of keys, the revving of an engine, and they were gone.
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A/N: This plot bunny bit me really hard earlier today, and I felt obliged to follow its wishes.
This is not a yaoi (aka slash) story.
Hogwarts years will be mostly skipped. Story will resume normal pace once I reach the Kira plotline. There will be magic. O.o
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