Harry Potter and the Death Note

Chapter 3: Discovery

Things had changed much for Harry Potter and his family over the course of the next several years. While the changes in Dudley and Harry were quicker to manifest themselves, Petunia had changed much in the next several years as well.

The school psychologist, Penny, who had begun advising Petunia on Harry and Dudley's development, began noticing Petunia had some rather unhealthy habits of her own. As she was technically not supposed to advise anyone outside of the schoolchildren, she began seeing Petunia in a non-professional capacity, coming over several times a week for tea.

As time went on, the two became closer, and Penny began helping Petunia get rid of some of her worse habits. Petunia stopped obsessing so much over perfection, and more importantly, on her figure. She gained some much needed weight, ironically the opposite of what had Dudley needed, and stopped looking so horse-like. In fact, she began to look very much like her deceased sister.

However, when Petunia stopped obsessing over keeping the house perfect and maintaining a perfectly 'normal' image, she lost many of her friends around the neighborhood, until all her friends were from her work, and Penny. In fact, one of the reasons she lost the support of so many housewives was because of rumors that Penny and Petunia had begun seeing each other.

Although after the years, those rumors took on the semblance of truth. Though all Harry and Dudley noted was that Penny became almost a permanent fixture of the Dursley household, and that Petunia became much happier.

In a twist of fate, Petunia and Penny's salaries combined was higher than what Vernon had provided, and Harry and Dudley were much better provided for.

Everything was finally perfect in the Dursley household, for all of them.

"Harry, darling, you've got mail." Penny called, walking into the kitchen with her arms full of envelopes. Harry paused from making breakfast with Dudley and scampered over to the curly haired woman, curiosity burning. Did he even know anyone that would send him mail?

Harry took the mail and noted with some confusion that, while it was made of heavy parchment, it glowed slightly with a golden color, as if a flashlight was being shined on it. He shrugged and focused on the writing itself, written in green ink, with very peculiar handwriting. It was his name, address, and eerily enough, it even had down the room he resided in.

Frowning, he turned it over and noticed the flap was sealed shut with a dollop of actual wax, with an elaborate emblem stamped into it. A bird, a snake, a badger and a lion, all surrounding an ornate letter H. The stamp itself was practically glowing with the same light that barely illuminated the rest of the envelope.

"So, are you just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna open it? Not every day that a mysterious letter comes for weird children." Harry levelled a glare at the dark spirit that was maneuvering around the kitchen, stealthily stealing bacon strips, but heeded his advice anyway. He tore open the envelope and unfolded the two thick papers inside.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc, Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"What've you got there, Harry?" Petunia had come down for breakfast, still fixing her hair into a bun on her head, kissing the top of Dudley and Harry's heads.

"I got a weird letter, Auntie. Some prank." Harry made a dismissive gesture and set the letter down on the table, loading his plate up with some bacon and toast. When he raised his head from his plate to ask Petunia to pass the butter, he saw she was frozen.

"Harry…" She said calmly. "What does that letter say?" At her tone the rest of the family looked up, and Penny had a strange light in her eyes. Harry hesitated at her demand. "Go on, darling, tell her." Penny coaxed.

"It says I've been accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry got out. Dudley snorted in laughter, but lost his air of amusement when Penny and Petunia exchanged significant glances.

"No way…" Harry breathed. Could it be true?

"Keep reading." Petunia commanded. Harry groped for the other letter and brushed his hair out of his eyes to read better, now out loud.

"UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad."

Harry set the letter down and looked nervously at Penny and Petunia. Dudley met his eyes and looked at him questioningly. "Those don't even sound like real names." Dudley said dismissively, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"Not now, Dudley." Petunia snapped. Dudley looked shocked that she would do so, and Harry doubly so. Petunia never snapped at Dudley.

"Now now, Petunia, we knew this would happen someday." Penny put her hand on Petunia's shoulder comfortingly.

"Wait, so this is true?" Harry blurted out. He had known magic had existed for years; the Death Note was absolute proof of that. But Harry himself was actually magic? One that could use a wand and do magical things?

Petunia gave him a measured look, and for a moment Harry thought she was looking at someone else. Then something seemed to give inside her, and she nodded sharply. "Yes, it's real. You're a wizard, Harry."

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"Holy. Shit." Dudley gasped.

"Dudley! Watch your mouth, young man." Petunia berated. But neither Dudley nor Harry were paying attention, as they were far too busy being amazed at the surrounding Diagon Alley. Even Penny, who was usually measured and composed, was as wide-eyed with amazement.

The family had decided to go off to Diagon Alley after waiting for a few days for a professor to show up, but none did. They all agreed it would do no harm to go themselves, as Petunia knew what to do, and if a professor showed up then they would already be done.

But this place was so amazing that just staying to getting school supplies might take a while.

Before Harry and Dudley could run off into the crowd, Petunia grabbed the back of their shirts and kept them in place. "Now, both of you, I know this is exciting, but we need to get Harry's supplies. After we get those you both can look around. But for now we go off to the bank to convert some money." She ordered.

Dudley and Harry both grumbled, but complied.

Time to go shopping.

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Hagrid flew through the air, zooming around close to 200 MPH on his enchanted motorcycle, Orion. It was so infrequent that he got to take Orion out for a spin that he treasured every opportunity to take it out, especially at this speed.

But it was already getting close to the end of his trip. Hagrid tilted the bike down and came down closer to the ground, quickly coming down into the residential district of Surrey. He pushed the button to turn off the invisibility when he hit the ground, not noticing the man out getting his mail that noticed him flickering into visibility.

That man then went inside to hang himself. Sadly enough, this had nothing to do with him having seen a man use magic. He just had a sad life.

Hagrid finally slowed to a stop on the street opposite Number 4, Privet Drive. It looked rather different from when he had last seen it. Everything looked…less organized. Not that it looked worse, but it looked less like a set from a stock photo. It looked lived in.

Hagrid parked Orion and removed his goggles, brushing bugs out of his beard as he got off. He lumbered over to the house, not noticing that the lights were off and no one appeared to be home. He enthusiastically knocked on the door, grinning happily at the thought of once again seeing little Harry.

Unfortunately for the door, Hagrid's knocking caused the door to cave in. Hagrid grimaced slightly and looked around to make sure no one was around. He stepped inside and waved his pink umbrella, refitting the door pieces into the frame.

"Sorry o bout that, didn't mean fur that to happen." Hagrid mumbled apologetically. He looked around and squinted. Huh, they should have been waiting for him to take Harry to Diagon Alley. Maybe they were asleep or something.

Hagrid cast the magic detection spell around the house, getting back only a single response from upstairs. Hagrid pounded up the stairs and cast the spell again, narrowing down the room he needed to go to. Hagrid made sure not to cave in the door this time, now simply unlocking the door magically, allowing it to swing inwards slowly.

" 'Ello, Harry! I've come to take you to Diagon Alley!" Hagrid announced joyfully, stooping to come into the room. But the room was completely empty. Hagrid frowned and cast the spell again. The wave of magic washed over the room, and got back a ping, from over by the bed.

Hagrid looked closer at the bed and noticed an indentation; almost like a very large something was resting on it. Or someone…

Hagrid may not be the most intelligent of men, even among wizards, but Hagrid did have what most people would call a heart of gold. When he found no people in the house of the Boy-Who-Lived, and what appeared to be an invisible person in one of the rooms, he jumped to a pretty logical conclusion.

Though how he went about it was pretty… explosive.

Hagrid whipped his pink umbrella around to point at the bed, a Bombarda shooting out of the end. The spell impacted the bed and tore the bed apart, not hitting anything else. Hagrid moved his eyes around the room, checking for any of the inconsistencies usually present in disillusionment charms, but catching none.

Hagrid cast the detection spell once more, not getting any results. His giant brow crinkled in confusion. There had been someone here , and they had just disappeared? No one could do that. There were no signs of Apparation at all, and not even Dumbledore could Apparate silently.

Hagrid thought over the situation and flushed slightly. Maybe he hadn't cast the revealing spell properly. He did that sometimes. And perhaps family was just out for breakfast or something.

Hagrid was about to repair the bed, when his eye caught on something among the rubble. A thick fancy book that looked out of place among the more pre-adolescent features of the room. Hagrid leaned over and picked it up, leafing through it curiously. It was some sort of business textbook, really advanced stuff.

When Hagrid was about to set it back down and repair the bed, a smaller black book slid out of the pages, falling on the ground. Hagrid's curiosity peaked, and he ignored the small voice in the back of his head that told him to leave well enough alone.

Hagrid cracked open the book and found it to be a notebook, filled with names and times.

"Ooooh, isn't this a conundrum?" Hagrid dropped the book and turned, startled.

Like a bat, the man clung to the ceiling, his dark cloak mixing in with the room's shadows, and an insane sharp smile on his skull-like face.

" 'O are you? What are you doing 'ere?" Hagrid demanded. He pointed his umbrella at the strange creature, prepared to use lethal force to protect the home he had already invaded.

The creature cackled and fell from the ceiling, then crossed the distance between the two, lifting up the large man with a single arm. He leered up at the chocking man, dark fire dancing madly in his empty eye sockets.

"I did not expect this to happen." The creature mused out loud. Then he laughed again, looking up at the struggling half-giant. "I wonder what Harry is going to do when he gets here…"

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"Why hello, Mr. Potter." Ollivander murmured softly. His pale eyes focused on Harry in an odd way that seemed oddly familiar. He then turned his unblinking eyes to Dudley. "And the young Mr. Dursley, I was not aware you were on the Hogwarts list."

"I'm not…How did you know our names?" Dudley questioned, looking faintly uncomfortable. Harry had to agree with his cousin, it was creepy. Harry didn't exactly feel comfortable being alone with this man, as Petunia and Penny had elected to go down the street to the pet shop while he and Dudley got the wand.

Ollivander clapped his hands and smiled. "Oh, it's so good to see family coming together like this; you would not believe the division that magic wreaks on most families." As he talked he waved his wand and various tape measures began to assault Harry, measuring his arms, legs, and various orifices. He didn't answer Dudley's question.

Dudley stifled a laugh as Harry awkwardly tried to pretend that his personal space wasn't being invaded. Ollivander nodded and the tape measures all flew into a drawer, then an array of dusty boxes flew out of the depths of his shop.

Harry awkwardly picked out a wand from one of the boxes, a length of white wood, but Ollivander whipped it out of his hand, muttering something under his breath, placing it reverently back in its box and handing Harry a new one.

That process continued for almost a half hour, so long that Dudley began browsing among the wands, commenting on which ones were 'cool' or not. Ollivander was too focused to tell the boy off, too concerned with being delighted with Harry's lack of results.

Finally, just as Harry was about to lose his temper, Ollivander gained a thoughtful look. "Maybe we're looking at the wrong wood…" Ollivander muttered. He swished his wand thoughtfully and brought out a new box, one that was smaller than the rest.

Ollivander opened the box and handed Harry a wand that was a handsome brown, and perhaps only six inches long. Ollivander practically stuffed the wand into Harry's grasp. Intrigued, Harry waved the wand, and felt something pull.

A wave of white sparks flew out of Harry's wand, and a cool rush of air blew through the air. Harry closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze for a moment.

"M-Mr. Potter, if you could s-stop that please." Ollivander's voice was oddly weak and stuttering. When Harry opened his eyes, he saw the man's teeth were chattering, and had a look of near emotional torture on his face.

Harry tried to stop, but ended up pulling harder. Sparks began swirling around his wand and the breeze got stronger. Harry grit his teeth and cut off the pull in his gut. The effect was immediate. The breeze stopped, and tears of relief began streaming out of Ollivander's eyes as he took great breathfuls of air.

Harry stared at the wand in his hand with disbelief. How had he done that?

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Dudley came wandering in out of the isles of boxes, looking confused. Apparently the effects of Harry's magic hadn't reached him. "Did you find your wand?"

"Indeed he did." Ollivander seemed to have regained his composure, and stood tall, an odd look in his eye. "That was a very powerful reaction, young Potter. Completely unlike your parents, theirs were rather…fiery. Yours remind me of a different young man."

Harry's grin at his powerful reaction dimmed slightly when he heard that. He did have a family now, a great one, but… he still wanted to be like his parents. He only really knew what Petunia could tell him, and Harry didn't like pushing her.

"Willow, six and a half inches, coupled with phoenix feather. Odd combination." Ollivander moved closer to him, looking him intently in the eyes. "Why is that odd?" Harry kept the waver out of his voice at the old man's creepiness.

"Willow is a powerful wood. In fact, a famous Ollivander family motto is that those who have willow wands will go far. It is said to embody magic itself, to have strong connections with the cycles of life, especially death and rebirth. It is linked to the willpower of the user, the more powerful the will, the more powerful the magic. It cleanses the mind, and opens the way to a truer sight."

He got closer to Harry and Dudley edged closer, prepared to pull the old man off of Harry. "It is also the kind of wood your mother's wand had."

That was the most important information. All of the rest of that mumbo jumbo didn't really matter after the information about his mother. Harry looked down at the wand in his hand.

Dudley put a hand on Harry's shoulder and tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "You've got a pretty tiny wand there, Harry."

Ollivander tutted in disapproval. "My wands are not meant to be phallic substitutes, Mr. Dursley."

The two boys chuckled, and Ollivander held out an expectant hand. With a twinge of disappointment, Harry tried to hand the short wand back to the man, but he shook his hand. "No, Mr. Potter, that wand is yours. However, I require payment. Seven Galleons, if you please. Or 119 Sickles, or 3,451 Knuts. Whichever is easier."

Harry nodded, and fished for his bag of wizarding money. He pulled it out and counted out 3 Galleons, all he had. He flushed slightly, looking over at Dudley, who shrugged. "Uh, this is all I have on me." Harry muttered.

Ollivander gave him a look of disappointment. "I suppose you will have to go fetch your guardians then. I cannot allow a Hogwarts student to leave without a wand, so Mr. Dursley will have to go get them." He decided.

Harry and Dudley shared a look. Even if he did provide Harry with a wand, the man was still super creepy, and neither was comfortable with leaving Harry alone with him. Stranger Danger and all that. For the first time Harry wished he had brought the Death Note with him.

"I'll go get them then." Dudley said. "Stay put, Harry."

Dudley darted out the door, and disappeared into the Alley.

A hand clamped down on Harry shoulder, and he screamed in panic. "STANGER DANGER! STRANGER DA-!"

Suddenly no noise could come out of Harry's mouth, and he looked up to see Ollivander's wand pointed at him, as well as an exasperated look on the old man's face.

"Please do shut up, Mr. Potter. I'm not going to molest you. I do have a wife after all." Ollivander sighed. "But we do need to talk."

Harry glared at the man and tried to bring his magic forth, tried to force the pull in his stomach. No result. He couldn't do it on command.

"Oh stop that, I'm here to help. You have them to don't you? You have the Eyes." Harry froze, and looked at Ollivander in disbelief. A look of concentration appeared on his face, and the man's pale eyes turned a bright, bloody red. They faded, and the man chuckled. "Yes, you must learn to control that, lest you scare your classmates. Yours activated when you were using your wand."

Rather than comfort him, this scared Harry. Somebody else out there had the Shinigami Eyes? That meant… the old man had a Death Note too.

"Don't be scared, Mr. Potter. While it is rare, those who have the Eyes of Truer Sight are not uncommon. In fact, many famous men and women have possessed them. However…you are the first person whose life span I can't see with mine. Curious…"

Wait a minute… Truer Sight?

Ollivander began pacing, and his voice took on a lecturing tone.

"I assume you do not know much about your power, so I shall take the responsibility of informing you. Ahem…We don't know why or how some magicals obtain the Eyes of Truer Sight, but they gain it at birth, and it is a sign of great things to come. After all, we are the few people who are able to see magic in its truest form. A strange side-effect of this is the ability to see a person's name, and lifespan."

Ollivander gave Harry a very serious look. "It is a great gift and burden, to see how long a person has to live. Some have gone mad with that very power. In fact…" The man brushed Harry's hair to the side, revealing his scar, a bolt of lightning on his forehead.

"The best example of someone who could not handle the burden is the very man that killed your parents."

A cold overtook Harry. His parents… had been killed? Vernon had always said they died in a car crash, and Petunia didn't like to talk about the accident that killed her sister. Harry moved his mouth, trying to speak, and Ollivander flicked his wand at the boy.

"They were killed? How? And by who?" Harry demanded. Ollivander raised a single wispy eyebrow.

"You didn't know?" The old man was very surprised. "Your guardians never told you?"

"Never. I was told they died in a car crash."

"Well then, never expected that, now did he…" Ollivander muttered. He cleared his throat. "Your parents were essential members of a rebellion against a very dark, very powerful wizard. They defied him so many times that he made it a priority to kill them, so they went into hiding with you, to protect you. Unfortunately, they were betrayed by a friend, and that dark wizard tracked them down, and killed them."

"Luckily for you, and for all wizard kind, something peculiar happened. He tried to kill you, and failed. His own magic was reflected back at him, destroying him, saving all of us. No one knows why, or how, and that's why you are beloved. You are the only one who has survived the infamous Killing Cure. You are the Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry felt an unpleasant chill go through him. Those words felt significant, and powerful. He wasn't just Harry, he was someone. Someone his own parents had died to protect. Someone who had defied death.

"Who was it? Who killed my parents?" Ollivander stared at him with an odd look on his face, not speaking for quite a few moments.

"The world knows him today as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, for his very name strikes fear into our hearts, and reminds us of the darkness of the world. But those who are strong enough… call him Voldemort."

Voldemort. The name sounded exactly as ridiculous as wizards would come up with, but was malevolent all the same. It was the name of a man who killed and destroyed, who tore flesh from bones and laughed among the corpses of innocents.

Harry didn't want to use the name. He didn't feel strong enough, he was just Harry.

"You're wrong."

Harry looked up into the eyes of Ollivander, questioning. The old man chuckled. "I could see it on your face. Survivor's guilt. Doubt. It's all very clear when you look for it." He put a hand on Harry's shoulder, but Harry didn't freak out this time.

"Every person who doubts themselves is greater than they believe. You will do great things, even if you don't mean too. Because you are Harry Potter; not just the Boy-Who-Lived. It is up to you to decide in what way you will be great. For even He-Who-Must-Be-Named was great, but he was not good. It is how you will decide to use your power that makes you who you are."

Harry looked at the man and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, tell him about the Death Note maybe, but just then the door flew open, and Dudley flew inside. "Hey Harry, I got the money. Thank you Mr. Olliander, but we have to go."

Harry's cousin grabbed his hand and dragged him out after putting down several gold coins, not giving Harry the chance to talk to the man. Before he was out the door, Harry heard Ollivander say something.

"Remember, it's the intentions, Mr. Potter, that make the man."

Then he was gone.

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By the end of the day, Harry was exhausted. He had purchased everything he needed for Hogwarts, bought several prank items with Dudley, gotten an owl, gotten a wand, and most importantly, learned about his parent's deaths.

The whole day was an emotional rollercoaster he had not prepared to ride, but he was keeping it together best he could.

On the other end of the spectrum, Penny and Dudley were still ecstatic despite their tiredness, chattering excitedly in the car all the way home. One may have mistaken them for the ones to find out they had magic.

Petunia drove in silence like her nephew. Her eyes were distance, looking at something no one else did. Harry sympathized with that.

They got to the house as night fell, and they all agreed that moving most of the things into the house would be a task for tomorrow, except for the essentials. Harry grabbed the cage out of the back of the car that housed the family's new pet, a snowy white owl used for communication.

They were all so tired that none of them noticed the giant black motorbike parked on the side of the road.

As they got in, everybody returned to their rooms, intent on sleeping very well that night. It had been an exciting day.

For Harry though, things were about to get even more exciting.

When Harry entered the room he expected to see the Shinigami playing with toys on the floor, not for him to be sitting on the chest of a giant man in a coat, braiding the man's scruffy beard. Harry almost dropped the cage, but caught himself, and closed the heavy door before putting the sleeping owl's cage in the corner.

"What are you doing? Who is he?" Harry hissed.

The Shinigami laughed, as he often did. "Well, this is one Rubeus Hagrid, and I'm braiding his beard. I have to say, his beard is very soft, he must condition it."

"But why is he here? Why is he unconscious?" Harry came over and looked at the man's face, seeing that his name was indeed Rubeus Hagrid.

The Shinigami shrugged. "Hell if I know. All I know is he barged in here and blew apart your bed. Then he found the Death Note. He kinda passed out after I choked him a little. What a wimp…"

Harry froze, and then looked over at the other side of his room. In his confusion, he hadn't even noticed the state his room was in, nor the black notebook sitting innocently among the wreckage.

This man was a wizard, and he had found the Death Note. Some of the writing in there was clearly Harry's, and if he went back to the wizarding world with that news, Harry would be a murderer, and probably never be able to go to Hogwarts.

"What to do, what to do. Quite a conundrum, isn't it? You could kill him, but then you have a dead man in your room, and you'll never find out why he was here." The Shinigami thought out loud, while fixing Rubeus's hair into pigtails.

It was quite a conundrum. Harry didn't even know this man, not really, but Harry's life was finally complete, and this man being here could screw the whole thing up. He bit his lip and a bead of sweat dripped down his face.

Finally, a thought came to him, and he came to a decision.

Harry looked among the fluff and wood, finally coming upon his little pencil. He flipped open a page in the Death Note and thought for a moment on the exact wording on what he needed to do. Time to put this theory into action.

Rubeus Hagrid wakes up at 9:30 PM and repairs what he destroyed. He then explains why he came to the Dursley household to the nearest person, as well as answering any heard questions. When he has done that, he goes to put his affairs into order, doing his best to not raise suspicion, and then has a fatal heart attack at 11:30 PM, in public.

Harry put the last period on the last sentence and waited. When it hit 9:30 the enormous man sat up, his body passing through the Shinigami's, who squawked in protest. Harry felt a shot of elation go through him. It worked! He could control people before their death!

Rubeus's eyes focused on Harry, and he was surprised to see no fogginess or cloudiness in the giant's eyes. Didn't mind control usually do that? Rubeus waved his pink umbrella, magically repairing Harry's bed, which he then sat on, making the wood creak.

"I was sent 'ere by Professor Dumbledore to take Harry Potter to Diagon Alley." Rubeus started speaking, his voice deep and gruff. "I was to take him to get his money, and then retrieve the Philosopher's Stone." Oh shit. This guy was supposed to be the person to take him to Diagon Alley.

"Hehe, I guess that was a mistake." The Shinigami chuckled. Harry turned to him and opened his mouth, but the Shinigami cut him off. "No, I cannot cancel the Death Note's effects. Once it's written, then there's nothing to be done."

Harry clicked his tongue. This certainly was annoying. He didn't even notice that his mind was so warped he considered killing an innocent man to be more of an inconvenience than anything else. He planned to dismiss the man, but then the man stood up and began pulling things out of his pockets.

"What are you doing?" Harry questioned the man. "Putting my affairs in order." Rubeus said curtly.

As he searched two keys fell out of his pockets, both of them clicking down on the ground, both of which Harry picked up and examined. One had an ornate 'P' on it, while the other had the number 713. All the while Hagrid's attention was focused on pulling things out of his pockets, searching for something.

"I can't find 'em now, but the key with the P on it is 'Arry Potter's, while the other one is Professor Dumbledore's, it's the key to the Philosopher's Stone. Please give those to them." He then pulled out what looked like motorcycle keys, giving them to Harry.

"These are also 'Arry's, they're the keys to Orion, I left it outside." Rubeus patted the rest of his coat, and then shed it completely, letting it fall to the ground. Then he started for the door.

"Where are you going?" Harry was confused. "Public." Once again the answer was curt and clear. "What about your affairs?"

Rubeus shrugged. "That's all I 'ave. No family. No Gringotts vault." He stood still for a moment, as if waiting for more questions, but when Harry stayed silent, he simply left.

Harry stared at the keys he now possessed, then put them in the coat and hid it in his closet. He would have to find a better hiding place both for his new inheritance and the Death Note in the morning. For now he put the magic artifact back in its old hiding place and got into bed.

He lay there for a long while, looking up at the ceiling. Finally he looked at his clock and found it was already past 11:30. Rubeus Hagrid, the man who left Harry all he had, was already dead.

Harry rolled over and went to sleep.

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Chapter Three! Yeah! Sadly this is probably the farthest I've come on a story so far.

Yes, Hagrid is dead. Have you noticed he never dies? Or if he does, it's never a big deal. Hagrid's death will have repercussions in this. And also I wanted to show that Harry is already screwed up.

Something I think is unique to this Harry Potter/Death Note crossover is that more people are born with Shinigami Eyes, which is actually canon, as it happened to Beyond Birthday. In magical people, it also allows one to see magic, which is important.

And if you were paying attention, you'd know a very important person has Shinigami Eyes too.

Also, if you flame me, whether for killing off Hagrid or for making Petunia a lesbian, just know that I don't care. And just to make it sweeter, every flame makes me more likely to kill off other likable characters. Don't make me turn this into Game of Thrones.

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