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Oh.. and some one asked who the fourth murder was and if they missed some one, so currently Amity has killed: a school bully, a child murderer, Vernon Dursley, Marge Dursley and Quirrell.

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"Speech"

'Thought'

"Shinigami speech"

Chapter 6- The Voice in the computer

Amity was laying on her stomach, stretched out on her bed, she was staring down at the death note in front of her; with a conundrum on her mind.

It was her first day back after second year had ended, and she didn't know what she should do...

Still written in the Death note was five names, she hadn't wrote in the note in over a year, but a lot had happened since then... she had found out she was a Parselmouth, all of the school had turned their backs on her but the Griffindors had stuck by her this time, she had given them one more chance and they'd stuck by her, well, she could tell it was a farce and they were lying about not thinking she was the heir but she hadn't made a big deal out of it, they were lying to keep her on the Quidditch team (like she said she had given them another chance).

She hadn't said anything about them lying to her because many people lied and she was exceptionally good at spotting lies, she had always been good at reading expressions (even micro expressions) because of how many times she had seen Uncle Vernon's fake expressions when he lied to the neighbours, and all the tells that let her know he was going to try to hit her and that she should get away. She'd been good at spotting lies anyway- she really was a natural- but for their eighth birthdays her and Dudley had been given a choice; they had had the option of getting either a computer or a PlayStation, Dudley picked a PlayStation whilst she picked a computer, and as well as stalking all of L's cases she had looked up free on-line courses for reading micro-expressions and lie detection. So she had always known the Griffindors were lying but she spotted lies everywhere so had simply ignored it, it wasn't worth making a big deal out of it especially because it might have been a farce but the other houses didn't know that.

She also knew that Draco had been telling the truth when he had said he didn't know who the heir of Slytherin was, which was why she didn't get involved with Ron and Hermione's polyjuice scheme, intending to prove that he had been lying when he had told her that.

She technically was an heir of Slytherin from her mothers side through a squib branch of Salazar's family but that didn't matter.

After she had walked out of the chamber of secrets after killing a basilisk with the Griffindor sword she had had a feeling who the diary had originally belonged to, after all she had heard from Draco about his 'mad' house elf that keeps hurting itself every time it does something wrong, how he has had to stop him from shutting his ears in the oven in the past...

And it had all added up so well, Lucius Malfoy was behind the whole thing, he was responsible for Hermione being petrified and Ginny being so close to death.

She had paid Lucius for Dobby, it had ate into her trust fund by about 500 hundred galleons and she had had to use some of her best lying skills to convince the man she didn't care about what had happened or what dark secrets Dobby might say to her. She had mainly wanted the elf so she would never have to cook unless she really wanted to her phobia's still pretty strong but getting better; she was still top of potions class though (and everything else for that matter even though official tests were cancelled).

Dobby currently had her old room under the stairs because he wouldn't except the spare bedroom.

But anyway, back to her conundrum; she hadn't had this problem before... she wanted to kill Lucius for what he did; for putting her friends in danger, but he was the father of another friend, who would undoubtedly be distraught if his father died... plus Lucius was only 38 so he couldn't just die of a heart attack or in his sleep because it would be extremely suspicious.

She didn't want to take away Draco's father, who he looked up to so much, but if his father kept being such as huge influence he might head down a the same death eater path as him and she didn't want Lucius to get away with what he did, plus quite a large part of her wanted revenge for her other friends.

"I don't see the issue... kill him, and there is justice for your friends," Ao commented from where he was crouched on the floor next to her bed.

"It's not that simple!" She snapped frustrated, "If I kill him, I'll have murdered one of my best friends fathers!"

"He won't know."

"That's not the point!" Amity cried, she wasn't afraid about anyone hearing her, she had started to look into runes first year and was pretty proficient in blood runes by this point- even if it was borderline dark magic- she had cut her hand and used her blood to paint small silencing blood runes on the walls, as soon as she had activated the runes they turned jet black and were permanently etched on the walls she would only be able to get them off if she used a cancelling rune. It had also been simple to cover up the marks with a poster or painting or even a drawing (she had a lot of them on her walls, she had always thought drawing was so calming).

So now she had a completely sound proofed room as long as she had the door shut, she might have also buried large stones- with blood runes on them- all around the property to stop the ministry from knowing she was using magic out of school but only Ao would be able to tell you that and that might be difficult as you can't see him. If he could, he also might tell you that Amity was making her own martial art mainly featuring kicks and aerial movements but using the Chinese and Japanese trick of imbuing her limbs with magic to increase the size and power of her movements and she was getting really good (but he wouldn't even tell her that).

"Look... kill him and make it so Draco sees the darker side of his father, and you won't have an issue," Ao said, quite fed up, she had been staring at the death note for 3 hours now.

"So... you think I should do it?"

"Yes..." he stressed the word, "if you do you'll be doing the little dragon a favour as well; even if he doesn't know it right now."

"Fine..." She said, holding out her hand to Ao.

He rolled his eyes at her and grabbed a pen from her desk, handing it to her.

Amity sighed as she positioned the pen two lines beneath Quirrell's name.

'At 12 AM, June 21th, Lucius Malfoy shakily writes a note stating: "I can't live with the guilt anymore... I thought that I could carry on because I knew I didn't do anything of my own accord, but I can't continue to live knowing about all the lives I ruined under the imperious influence... it might not have truly been me at fault but I just can't carry on any longer living behind this façade that everything is all right, that all the things I did don't matter because it was just the imperious curse at work. I have carried this guilt for eleven years now... but each year it gets worse... I haven't been able to walk down a street without wondering if some of the people I see were hurt or knew someone who was hurt because of my actions under that wretched curse... I will dearly miss my family but it just makes the guilt all the worse knowing that I could have unknowingly dragged them into the darkest of paths... there is nothing that awaits me after death but hell, I know that... but I want it to be known that it isn't possible to walk away from the darkness even if you say it wasn't your fault, even if you think you can go back to a normal life... the darkness can always find you and it will stalk you for eternity." After writing the note and leaving it near where his body will be found, he will commit suicide by hanging himself in the foyer of his manor.'

Amity let out a shaky breath as she finished writing.

"Well that's that done now... why don't you put the Death Note back in its hiding place and put those shielding blood runes all around the inside of your bag... they looked really interesting... not only will they stop even the most powerful spells from destroying the object in question, they also stop anyone but the person whose blood made the runes from reaching into it... even though it was originally designed to be used with rooms or safes, it should work just as good on a bag. "

"Yeah... good idea..." She muttered as she got up from her bed, her heart heavy.

The next night a Eagle owl flew into her room through the open window, Amity had just been getting ready for bed when it swooped in and perched on her desk; Eru looked imperiously at it.

Amity went over and removed the letter hanging from its leg, she noticed it bore no wax mark and the envelope wasn't even closed properly. Normally she would have thought that the letter had been intercepted on its way to her but not only does the owl look completely unruffled and she could also remember this owl belonged to Draco and she was in fact named Himiko (in fact Amity herself had named the owl when Draco couldn't think of a name for it, she had named her Himiko after the- supposedly shamanistic- ruler of Yamatai in ancient Japan, also known as the queen of Wa. Himiko, her country and her people are part of one of the greatest historical debates of Japanese history and Amity had done a massive report on her for a history project back in primary school; year 5).

Himiko stood patiently on her desk and appeared to be waiting for a reply. Amity opened the letter; physically stopping her hands from shaking.

It read: 'Dear, Amity... I don't really know how to say this- I've not even come to terms with it myself yet- but my father has died... he killed himself... not even like a wizard would with the killing curse... he hung himself like a muggle. Mother and I had walked down the stairs and he was hanging from the chandelier in the foyer... I didn't know anyone else I could confide in... I don't know what to do, I feel so lost... and confused, I just don't understand, even the note he left doesn't make sense... I just... don't understand it... why did he do this?!... Mother wants me to stay at a friends house for a while, he's being buried two weeks from now; on the 5th of July... She's finding it really hard, but is putting on a brave face for me... she wants to get me out of the house... I think it's for her benefit as much as mine... She obviously needs time to grieve and I think she doesn't want to break down around me... I'm trying to be strong for her but I feel so lost... I think its for the best as well that I get out of the house for a while... do you think I could possibly stay at your house from August first until term starts? I don't really have anyone else I would trust to see me when I'm feeling so low... I know its asking a lot to stay at someone else's house for a month but... I really need your help... can you send your reply with Himiko as soon as possible please? thank you...'

Amity could see quite a few tear stains on the parchment and she felt like her heart was splitting in two as she read his disjointed words.

Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes and dropped onto Draco's letter alongside of his own. Her knees gave way and she collapsed onto the floor, kneeling over his letter as she cried. She felt so guilty, she had never felt like this, not even with her first kill had she felt this bad... her tears truly began to fall and they poured down her face. Great hiccuping sobs racked her body and she lay crumpled on the floor, clutching at the carpet with her hands, as she cried out. She felt truly in pain, she wasn't bleeding but her chest hurt so much, this was something she had never experienced before. Never before had she felt so guilty or heart broken. Draco trusted her more than anyone else and she had caused him so much pain and he didn't know she had betrayed the trust he had in her. He didn't know she had killed his father and he wanted to confide in her! Her conscience was weighing so heavy on her heart that she desperately wanted to tell him it was her fault, she was so tempted, so he had someone to blame; someone to hate... so in a way his grief would be less...

"What else did you expect? you killed Lucius... and you're his sons best friend... he would obviously pick you to confide in... this is the justice you wanted, you can't cause someone's death without hurting someone, somewhere... this is why a lot of Death Note owners go insane..."

She felt so sick, she felt bile rising in her throat and she dashed out of the room. Seconds later Ao heard the bathroom door slam, he sighed, it was going to be difficult to get her out of this hole she'd dug herself in.

She had asked Aunt petunia if Draco could stay in the guest room from the first of August until term started or until whenever they went to Diagon alley because then they could stay there.

Her aunt agreed of course and Amity told Dudley in advance not to bug him when he arrived. She did a good job of hiding her guilt and the heart ache she felt whenever she said Draco's name. But as soon as she was back in her room her eyes blanked and and she sat on her bed staring at the wall, eventually a loud hoot from Himiko brought her out of her stupor and she hurried to write a reply to tell Draco how sorry she was and that of course he could stay over. It took 5 attempts; she kept crying over the letter she was writing and her hand writing was often barely legible, the fifth attempt took ten minutes to write because she was so careful that Draco wouldn't notice anything off.

She felt so bad but she also knew she could never say anything to him, she could never admit it... she wouldn't have the nerve...

Ao kept telling her she had done the right thing, that she had nothing to be ashamed of and Draco would be better off in the end, and she couldn't be sure if he was telling the truth but it did help.

To be honest after the first couple of days she stopped being so cut up about it. She wasn't entirely sure what that said about her as a person but she didn't think it would be anything good. Ao said it showed strength of will, she thought it was heartless.

She walked down to breakfast on the 25th of July; her conscience practically free. She as just munching on some toast when something caught her eye on the news.

"...The public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hot line has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately."

The criminal in question had a gaunt face that was surrounded by a matted, elbow-length tangle of black hair. His name was Sirius Black, an odd name for sure but that wasn't what struck her as odd. What did strike her as odd was that he had supposedly broken out of prison and the news man wouldn't say from where. Why would they say he's broken out if they don't tell you where? that's pointless... She was interested to say the least.

She hurriedly finished her toast, and put some 'Whiskers' in Eru's food bowel and refilled his water bowel.

Ao rolled his eyes at her, already so used to her by now. She rushed up the stairs and went straight to her computer, leaving Dudley and Petunia staring after her bemusedly.

She instantly went and searched Sirius Black on Yahoo.

She was looking for half an hour, Eru and Ao had the amusement of watching her hair switch through many different colours in this space of time, but she found nothing!

"This is Ridiculous!" She finally snapped, leaning back in her chair, "There is nothing! nothing! Sirius Black just popped up out of nowhere, before he- supposedly- escaped from prison, he didn't exist!"

"You certainly can do thorough research Miss Potter," A distorted voice spoke through her speakers.

An all white background flashed onto her screen followed by an all black, capital L, in an old English type face.

"AH!" she squealed and toppled back off her chair, smacking the back of her head hard on the floor, "Ow..."

"Miss Potter... are you okay?" The voice sounded uncertain as it said it, as if unsure they should be asking or if it was the right thing to say.

"Maybe..." She said, as she pulled herself up off the floor, trying to get her hair under control (which was flashing every colour in existence every millisecond or so), "I think I might be breaking the statue of secrecy..."

"I know about magic... so no, you're not breaking the statue of secrecy. I was unaware you were a metamorphmagus, however."

"Good..." Amity said as she yanked her chair upright and sat back down.

"Miss Potter-" "Amity" "- I am L"

"Yeah... right," Amity scoffed, "I admit this is good... and accurate, but I'm not going to believe that L has hacked my computer and probably my webcam too."

"Evidently you're smart, but I already knew that... How can I prove I'm L, then?"

"Tell me something about L that you can't find out on the internet and then I'll believe you, I'm a bit of an L fan-girl to be honest, so I know a lot of stuff about L" Amity said

"That's fair enough, I suppose... I took my first case when I was six, and It's certainly not a sense of justice that has kept me taking cases since then. Figuring out difficult cases is my hobby. If you measured good and evil deeds by current laws, I would be responsible for many crimes. The same way you probably like to solve mysteries and riddles, or clear video games more quickly. For me too, it's simply something I enjoy doing. That's why I only take on cases that pique my interest. It's not justice at all. And if it means being able to clear a case, I don't play fair, I'm a dishonest, cheating human-being who hates losing."

Amity was gob-smacked, "Okayyyyy... that I didn't know"

"Has that tarnished your picture of L? because I am in no way a hero or anything like that."

"I don't think of L as a hero, that's not why I'm more than a bit of a fan girl, I think L's cool because he's evidently one of the smartest people on the planet... I bet your IQ is over 210, that's what's cool. That's what I look up to. A few years ago I did think you were a hero, I really looked up to L, I used to think it was great that when no one else could solve the case you could count on him... all the messed up crimes that happen and its terrifying to think that the ones responsible are out on the streets somewhere, free to commit more crimes and ruin more people's lives but L could always handle it when no one else could... I used to think L was seriously cool... I gave up on that last summer... you're still cool, don't get me wrong but now I think you're more of a mysterious, genius cool than a hero cool."

"So I have convinced you that I am indeed L?"

"Yeah... I've looked over your cases closely, there are always a pattern of so many murders, a certain amount of money stolen, or something weird in the case... otherwise its ignored... that fits with what you said, and even though your voice is distorted it sounded honest... you might think this is weird but this kinda makes you even cooler... 'a dishonest, cheating human-being who hates losing' that is pretty cool..."

"Why?" "Why?" two voices said at once. One gravely voice incredulous, the other computer generated voice merely curious.

Amity forced herself not to glance at Ao, Since L had hacked her web-cam he might notice if she looked at the Shinigami even if he couldn't see him himself and it obviously would be suspicious.

"Well... it proves that you're just as human as the rest of us, doesn't it?" She asked rhetorically, "You're just like everyone else but your more than a lot of people because you are a genius, you're incredibly smart and no one knows who the hell you are, you've just got something a bit more than what everyone else has... you might be ridiculously clever but that's like your advantage over the rest of the world yet you did so much with that advantage... that's what's cool."

"You are... quite wise, Miss Potter..." L said.

"Dumbledore seems to think so, but I think I'm more likely to take your word for it than his... and I already told you it's Amity not Miss Potter." She said leaning back in her seat.

"All right then, Amity, I am now certain that I was correct in contacting you... I was unsure if this was the right course of action, even with the research I had done on you, but now I am positive this was the right decision... Amity, the information you were searching for on Sirius Black is obviously not there, I came across this same issue and my searching methods are much more thorough than Yahoo. I admit I was intrigued when his escape was announced but not from where he escaped- as you evidently were- I obviously acquired this information a few days before it reached your news... when I found nothing I realised it was likely he was from the magic part of the world, I was correct. Sirius Black recently escaped from Azkaban prison, this is what truly caught my attention, no one has ever escaped Azkaban prison and no one knows how he did it, I- well Watari, who with your research you probably know about- contacted some one inside the British Ministry of magic, for some inside information, this also revealed very little."

"An insider? why would anyone in the Ministry tell you anything... your name (well, letter) doesn't mean much in the wizarding world..."

"I think you understand secrecy and I can't tell you certain things... people may be listening," L explained.

"There isn't an issue with information, I won't tell anyone what you tell me or that we even had this conversation (no one would believe me anyway) and you don't have to worry about people using legilimency to get the information because I already know occlumency and I like to think I'm proficient, I also have blood runes around my room so its completely sound proof to the outside... oh and my curtains are always shut so even if they could look through a second floor window they wouldn't be ale to see anything... plus I'm still a minor so veritasium is out of the question in any circumstances, plus you can fight veritasium if you know occlumency."

L seemed to sigh, or at least let out a slightly impressed breath.

"Very well, I should have known a child turning into a teenager would have insatiable curiosity... but I certainly didn't expect such pre-cautions..."

"I'm not a child for a start! and I just like my privacy."

"If you say so... well, Watari is responsible for opening several orphanages around the world, we acquired our information from someone who is a former charge of one of these orphanages and he was only to happy to help... they didn't have any idea how he escaped and assured us that no one else in the ministry did either, but that they would inform us if anything changed."

"Okay, but what does that have to do with me?" Amity said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Well... Sirius Black supposedly was Voldemorts right hand man... but there is something else, before I tell you and get to why I actually decided to contact you, you have to promise that you won't do anything stupid when you find out... I don't know a lot about your character or what you will do with information, there is a 55% chance you'll do nothing, but there is also a 45% chance you'll do something stupid, like go hunting for Black."

"I won't do anything stupid, promise." Amity said without hesitation, "Why would I? Someone isn't insisting on keeping me in the dark for once..."

"Make sure you keep that promise... Sirius Black was James Potter's best friend; He was even best man when James married your mother Lily, James Potter trusted Black over everyone else... hence that when the Potters found out that Voldemort was after them, Sirius Black was the one they chose to keep their secret. They used a complicated yet incredibly powerful spell called the fidelius charm, which will hide a building to all but those who have received the location from the secret keeper... Black was their secret keeper and he gave the location out to Voldemort. The ministry thinks he was on the 'Dark side' for many years and was passing information from the 'Light side' to the 'Dark' until he decided to show his true colours the night he gave away their secret. Once Voldemort was destroyed he ran for it (apparently) but was tracked down by another of the Potters friends; a runty sort of man named Peter Pettigrew, Black killed him and thirteen muggles with a single curse and destroyed a whole street, he was carted off to Azkaban without a trail laughing maniacally..."

Amity was stunned, but felt very angry, she got up from her chair and began pacing around her room, muttering under her breath. Silvery-white bled into her hair and her eyes burned blood red. Eventually she sat down with an angry huff on her bed.

"So Black is responsible for selling us out to Voldemort..." She growled, big fox ears growing from her head and a long thick fluffy tail starting to lash behind her, "Was anyone planning on telling me this? apart from you of course..."

"No," L said, "They believed it would torment you... you are an Animagus?"

"Learning... but Professor McGonagall thinks I should have it mastered by the end of this school year, I managed to convince her to teach me in the middle of my first year... ears and tail is as far as I can get currently..."

"Do you know what animal you are yet?" He asked curiously.

"Nine tailed kitsune... of course I start of with one tail, and the others spilt off from the first one as I get older, hence the reason the first tail is so massive, fat and poofy looking... apparently there have only ever been two kitsune Animagus before now and they were both from Japan a couple of hundred years ago." Amity could tell he (for she was now positive L was a he, although it was just a gut feeling, as she couldn't really tell) was trying to distract her from Black so she had a chance to calm down but she didn't really care.

"I learnt to be an Animagus two years back... I think its one of the most useful pieces of magic in existence... a kind of fox says you have physical or mental responsiveness; increased awareness, Cunning; seeing through deception, and an ability to find your way around; to be swift in tricky situations."

Well that sentence through her for a loop, "What animal are you?" she asked, her eyes and hair going back to normal.

"Wolf."

"Ah... cool... I thought I was a wolf at first because it wasn't exactly obvious... Wolf means: sharp intelligence, deep connection with instincts, appetite for freedom, its an expression of strong instincts and a lack of trust in someone or in yourself, right?... well L obviously can't trust a lot of people..."

"You are correct of course, if you have already reached this stage of the transformation by thirteen, I must admit I am impressed... I am even more convinced that I was right to contact you."

"Why did you contact me?" Amity said, as she pulled her legs up to sit cross legged on her bed, "Because no offence I doubt it was out of the goodness of your heart..."

"Our ministry insider, tells us this is all around the ministry by now, but no one is letting it get out to the public... Black is (apparently) delusional, however he has been heard saying: 'At Hogwarts... at Hogwarts...' in his sleep, the ministry thinks he's going to try to kill you, thinking it will bring Voldemort back... but things about the Black case aren't adding up... for one I don't know any curse that can blow up a wizard, 13 muggles and a whole street and yet leave the culprit unharmed, all they found of Pettigrew was his finger but the case picture shows it to be a pretty clean cut wound and doesn't look like it was blown off at all, but this doesn't match with eye-witness stories that said Black blew him up... and Black never got a trial... he didn't confess and veritasium was never used on him, the case was taken at face value and he was sent straight to Azkaban... but I think there is more to it than that..."

"You've still not told me what this has to do with me... and as much as I appreciate being told a mass murderer was after me it still doesn't explain why you bothered..."

Amity nearly fell off her bed at his reply, "I want you to help me, Amity."

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