AN: Hehe, Hi, its been 2 years I'm sorry. I have a muse now, so I might have a somewhat consistent schedule, but oh well. Onto the story I guess…

SLYTHERIN!

Beardy-san (L couldn't remember if his name was Dumbledore or Dumbdore) didn't give anything away with L's placement, but L managed to notice the small twitch of the eyebrows and the even slighter widening of the eyes. Those blue eyes, nestled behind their half-moon glasses lost their shine and sparkle, looking at the two newly sorted students. Light, still chained to the child detective, looked confused as he took in the staring match between teenager and old man. Light himself had noticed the facial expressions of the man, but did not understand the reasoning behind such looks.

"Ah! Well then my boys! Two Slytherins then, most wonderful! Please, let me call up Professor Snape and he can lead both of you down to the Slytherin dungeons." Beardy-sans jovial nature and eye twinkle returned with full force, ready to blind with its brilliance. Light almost had to sit down for fear of fainting in the presence of that manipulative happiness.

Greasy-san, now dubbed Snape-sensei, walked into the room, letting the big wooden door slam behind him. The robe he wore was most impractical, both L and Light thought, and it was a miracle that he had not tripped over it yet. L deduced that at some point in this weird adventure, Snape-sensei would have a 80% chance of tripping and falling on his cloak. The mental image made L snicker a little, quickly turning away as Snape's dark eyes bore into his very soul, poking at his psyche and trying to rack his stronghold of a mind for answers.

That one can do mind magics Snape thought as he stared at the small child, easily dwarfed in his presence. The older child, still strangely chained to the supposed Potter child. He stilled when face-to-face with Dumbledore, and with a small nod to the gray-haired headmaster, he led the two temporary Hogwarts students out into the hall, forcing himself not to sneer when Ryuuzaki, as Potter now called himself, flipped the edge of his oversized shirt and pulled out a chocolate bar, rubbing the hem of his shirt as he trudged, the chain around his wrist pulling the unfortunate Light alongside him.

Snape noticed that he cannot access the mind of neither Ryuuzaki or Light, which was unprecedented, aren't they a weak wizard and a muggle? Snape would dwell on this later. His musings now over, they rounded the corner into the dungeons and arrived at the brick wall that his the entrance to the Slytherin dorms. The ornate snake carved into the door hissed with magical alterations, and Snape turned to the emotionless teenagers and began his "Welcome to Slytherin" speech:

"This is the entrance to the dorms, do not forget, there is a passcode to open the door, right now the password is Vipera the passcode changes once a week and the new passcode is posted in the dorm. Do NOT forget it. As Slytherin, we stick to one another and protect our ow.n. Have all the arguments you want in the dorms, but outside them, stand united. That is all" Ryuuzaki nodded, and Light looked deep in thought.

Snape ushered the children through the opening in the bricks, and pointed out their shared dorm, quickly created for them courtesy of the castle and her magic.

He turned back out the dorm opening when the two disappeared down the steps to the rooms, and headed back to his own quarters, analyzing everything that had happened until that moment. This will be very interesting he decided, I wonder what they will do to throw a wrench into the Headmasters plans, he certainly would deserve to have his plans screwed up every once in a while.

Light and L walked into their shared room, the only vacant one (this magic castle is both a blessing and a curse) L, being L, immediately hopped onto one of the ornate chairs in the corner, claiming it as his own, and investigating the contents of the note in front of him. Completely forgetting that Light was attached to him and was tugged onto his warpath for his chair, he began turning the pages of the death note and trying to identify to which Kira it belonged to. Kurou Otoharada, the man that held the children's class hostage, and the first confirmed Kira kill, was not in this notebook, neither where the instructions given by Kira to his victims to write suicide notes and perform actions.

L could say with 96% certainty that this Death Note belonged to the second Kira, the one that had Shinigami eyes, and most likely, Misa Amane. Light on the other hand, was frantically trying to see which note L had brought over with him into this magical school. If it was his, then he was screwed, L had seen his handwriting, and would know that he was Kira. When he noticed that it was Rem's and by extension, Misa's note, he relaxed minutely, but not enough that L would notice, that would only increase L's suspicion of him. The teenager in front of him frankly looked adorable, even he could admit, as he poured over the pages with his panda-like eyes, and adorable nose scrunch in concentration.

Light strengthened his resolve to be kinder to L, but still undecided on L's fate as of yet. Sayu, his little sister, was at a similar age, and if his sociopathic and psychopathic brain could feel anything, he felt it for her. He would never bring himself to kill her, but could he separate his feelings for his sister and the uncanny mannerisms that both L and her share? Light was unsure, but that was a situation for another day.

He stretched the chain as far as it would go, and settled on the bed closest to L's ornate chair, resolved to doze to the sounds of pages turning and intermixed munching from L's slowly dwindling supply of snacks and sugary material. His mind started to cloud right when he heard a crash, and a sharp yanking on the chain around his writs, expecting to see an L injured on the ground, but witnessing L scuttle away on the ground into a dark corner, the chair overturned and dented, as a familiar shadow entered both of their visions.

Emerging as from the shadows, but actually just floating through the wall, Rem, with her bony body, bandaged face, and purple tinted hair. Her cat-yellow eyes stared into his very soul, swiping hand at the air and watching his reaction. Probably to see if I can see her Light thought, tracking her movements as she floated over to the steadily whitening L, who had scooted across the floor as much as he could. This wasn't the first time he had seen Rem, but she was always scary, shinigami were recurring characters in his nightmares since the time he entered Whammy's House (AN: he associates Voldy with shinigami)

"Detective, Light" Rem addressed both of them. L stood rigid at attention, and Light straightened from his half-sit on top of the bed to a full sit, pulling L up onto the comforter to lessen the pull of the handcuffs,

"I've come to see you were alright, we need to talk"

AN: AND THAT A WRAP TWO YEAR LATER. Again, so sorry I haven't updated. I legit forgot about the story until I checked by account a while ago.

But, I have a muse now, so we should see somewhat regular uploads.

For now, Flames are fire, not food, and I do not appreciate them, but criticism is always nice! Review away!

LATERS!