Authors Note: Hey everyone, I'm back with chapter 1, and as the, hm, nine of you who have looked at this story so far may notice, the title's been changed, I made some story revisions soon after finishing the prologue. So, I now bring you the first real chapter (and beginning of the actual crossover) of Lawliet Potter and the Death Note of Fire.
Disclaimer: I don't own blah blah blah, shoudn't it be obvious what I do and don't own here?
Lawliet Potter and the Death Note of Fire
Chapter 1
Of Very Confused Detectives and Kiras
L woke up.
The act of waking up didn't particularly surprise him, as the last thing he remembered was finally managing to fall asleep around 4:30 AM on a couch in his hotel room. He'd been sitting up, but considering, it had been a pretty good sleep. He usually fell asleep sitting anyway. None of that was unusual.
What, however, was perplexing the genius detective was the fact that he was now lying in a bed. And, despite having not opened his eyes yet, he didn't seem to be wearing his usual jeans and white shirt either.
L opened his eyes.
'No, not my hotel room.' He thought, staring at the plain white sealing that should have been a patterned cream color. But he'd been expecting that. He lifted the faded red blanket that covered him and looked at what he was clothed in. Nope, not his clothes either. He appeared to be wearing blue and white striped pajamas.
L sat up and surveyed the room. It was a medium-sized, generally average bedroom from the look of it. A chest sat at the foot of the bed, black and unopened. A few books and papers were scattered on the floor, but besides that, it seemed relatively clean. A window to his right showed a house beside…well, wherever this was, and it seemed like the night sky was just beginning to lighten. There was a closed door to his left, next to which was a large wooden armoire, which was open just a crack. It was also all rather blurry.
L rubbed his eyes. Looked. Nope, still blurry. Were his hands a different color than usual? Looking directly to his left, there was a small bedside table, on which there seemed to be a pair of glasses.
'Well, might as well try it' L thought, picking them up and putting them on. The objects in the room instantly came into focus. He pulled the covers off quietly and sat up.
"Mirror." He said out loud. Another surprise there. His voice definitely didn't sound like it should. And his head felt strangely light. Where'd his usual messy mane of black hair go? He got up, his bare feet touching the cold floorboards. Bare feet. Well, at least something was the same.
He walked over to the armoire and opened it. There was a mirror on the inside of the door.
"As I thought." L whispered to himself, stepping back to get a good look in the mirror.
The boy who was his reflection was definitely not him. It was instead a teenager who looked about 14-15. He also had messy black hair, but it was much shorter than L's. His eyes, even with the glasses and in this light, were a lively green, with no dark bags under them like L had. His skin also seemed to be a healthier color, L's normal skin being a bit pale and grayish from sitting at computers so often and rarely getting out. Taking a closer look at his face, L brushed aside his bangs and right almost in the middle of his forehead was a lightning bolt-shaped scar.
'That seems really familiar…' He thought, letting the bangs fall back into place. He continued studying himself another minute before saying,
"Interesting."
-ELSEWHERE-Light yawned and stretched. It had been a good nights sleep, and he was ready to get up and get out of what was essentially some of his school clothes. Except…
"What the hell?"
Green, silky pajamas. Light Yagami was now in green, silky pajamas. And, come to think of it, his bed wasn't supposed to face this way, was it? Or have black blankets. Who the HELL would have black blankets? He kicked the covers off and jumped out of the bed, to see a room that seemed to belong to someone very rich. Did rich people have black blankets? Well, maybe this one did, a good portion of the other things in the place were black too.
'Oh, who gives a shit what blankets rich people use, WHERE THE HELL AM I?' He thought, panicking. Had someone found him out as Kira? That could be the case, which would make this some sort of kidnapping, but if it was, why put him in a nice room with silk pajamas. Wait-
"Did someone undress me?" He asked the air, voice raising slightly. The feeling of panic rose in him until he forced himself to push it back down.
'No,' He thought, 'I've got to stay calm, and assess the situation.'
Looking around once more, Light spotted a door leading into another room, and quickly headed for it, opening it quietly. If someone HAD abducted him, he'd rather them still think he was asleep. Unless there were cameras…
'Never mind that.' He thought, groping around the wall on his right until he felt a light switch. He flicked it.
Bathroom.
"Oh, that's helpful." He muttered. Seeing a mirror, he headed over to it on impulse. He looked, and froze.
"What the hel-" No, that wasn't appropriate.
"What the FUCK?"
Staring back at him was an obviously distressed teenager with pale skin, certainly paler than Light's, gray eyes, and very light blonde hair.
On an impulse, Light ran back into the main room, and yelled.
"RYUK!"
The shinigami appeared instantly, grinning like always, and not the mention laughing his death god ass off.
"What. Did. You. Do?" Light asked, his voice low and dangerous. Ryuk laughed a bit more before quieting himself and managing a reply.
"I was getting a bit bored with what was happening, Lord Kira," He said the name mockingly, and Light clenched his fist in anger, but kept quiet as he continued, "So I decided to liven things up. Congradulations, you're now Draco Malfoy."
Lights jaw, for the first time since he was maybe nine, dropped.
"Draco…Malfoy?" He asked.
"Yep!" Ryuk replied, now back to his raspy laughter. Light had never liked the sound, and now he was absolutely loathing it.
"As in…the Harry Potter character…?"
"I thought it would be the most interesting place to put you, it's hilarious so far! You and the mirror!" That brought on a fresh batch of laughter better suited for a horror movie. Light's face flushed, he wanted to ask Ryuk how he'd seen that, but it would be a stupid to say, of course Ryuk had seen it, he followed Light everywhere, even if he couldn't see the shinigami. Instead, he opted for,
"Since when did you even know what Harry Potter was?"
"Come on Light, with all of the hours you spend 'spreading justice', I had to find something to pass the time. Which just shows why I did this! I found the books in Sayu's room."
Well, it did sort of make sense, in a twisted, impossible kind of way. Light did tend to get absorbed in his work as Kira, and Ryuk being a shinigami, who knew what powers he had besides what he'd initially mentioned, the death god had left things out before.
"So, what exactly did you do, Ryuk?" Light inquired, a sense of dread creeping into him.
"Easy, I switched yours, L's and a bunch of other peoples' bodies with the people from Harry Potter."
"So, the Harry Potter characters…" Light trailed off, knowing the answer, and being horrified at the idea.
"Are now in your bodies." Ryuk finished, and began laughing some more.
Meanwhile, in both worlds, a good amount of people were waking up to a big surprise.
Author's Closing Note: I'm rather proud of this, so I hope you enjoyed it too everyone! (I'm also moving the story into the HP section as I think that'll get me a couple more people checking this story out) SO, R&R everyone.