Favored by the Master of Death Chapter 8
Light tried to pay attention to what Harry was saying, but he just couldn't. Something was there. In the room. Right behind him, and it was angry. Light had a feeling this things anger didn't bode well for him.
Harry held back a laugh at the look on Death's face. The primordial stood behind Light with a mix between a scowl and a glare that twisted his face into something Harry had never seen before.
The meeting for how the investigation would progress was about to start and Death had appeared mere seconds ago to relay to Harry the amount of paper work that was left and to inform him what was being done with Rem. Harry was pretty sure that the sentimental old being was just checking up on him.
As Draco swept into the room Death disappeared and the meeting officially began, causing Harry to stop his small conversation with Light and Mr. Yagami. Draco settled between L and the red head as Harry stood from his seat at the head of the long conference table. He strode to a stack of packets that were on a small side table that had been pressed into the corner of the room and hefted them into his arms.
"Gentlemen," Harry began as he made his way around the room, dropping a booklet in front of each person, "it seems that the presence of a magical being has made all of you lose your heads. Upon the discovery of the Death Note, several steps should have been taken in order to track its previous user, or users. In the packet I am handing out to you now, there is a list of the things we will be doing, some of which I have already started myself. We will run tests, analyze bonds, watch video feed. We will comb through everything we have and follow the notebook back to its master. Any questions before I give a more detailed explanation of our next steps?" Mr. Yagami shifted and spoke as Harry planted himself firmly at the head of the table, where he had begun.
"Yes, how is it you know about the Death Note?" he questioned, making the rest of the team blink in realization that, a supposedly uniformed man, knew everything they knew about this case.
"The answer is simple. I followed the clues laid before me in the meager evidence you had gathered. I personally have a suspect, but I decline further comment on that matter until more of the results come back. Anything else?"
"Yes, um," Matsuda trailed softly as he gestured to the strangers in the room, "who are they?"
"Right," Harry began, "the blonde next to L is Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family. To his right is George Weasley, one of a set. He runs a joke shop back in his native country. Opposite me is M, one of L's apprentices, his counterpart being N, the lovely lad with the white hair. Matt is the one with the bright red hair. These fine lads are here to help us with the investigation."
"A pleasure." Draco drawled as he inspected his nails in a relaxed position. Harry clapped his hand to bring the attention back to him.
"Alright gentlemen, let's go through what exactly we will be doing for the remainder of this investigation. On the first page of your packets you will find what exactly we will be examining different pieces for. Please review the list so that we may move on." There was a rustle of paper as everyone opened their small booklets and began to look at all the evidence they would begin to gather.
"Finger prints, video analysis, handwriting analysis, bonds between objects, yada yada muggle mumbo jumbo. The only thing on here that I see that looks even remotely up my alley is historical documentation. I'm assuming you want Weasley and I to search the vaults for anything useful." Draco spoke as he casually leaned forward in his chair, fingers twining together to form a perch for his gently rounded chin. Harry acknowledged him with a simple raised eyebrow as a confused look crossed everyone's face. "We will get right on that. No need to stay for the unimportant part and waste time. Come along Weasley, we have some family heirlooms to raid." Draco commanded George as he stood and swept from the room, the ginger simply rolled his eyes at the blonde's theatrics and followed his companion at a more demure pace. Harry smiled and looked straight at Light as he continued to address the group as if nothing had happened.
"Well then," he grinned, finally settling into his seat, "let's move on."
2 years earlier
L's age: 23
Harry swept through the Ministry, causing the crowd to split before him in shock. His strong frame commanded respect as he allowed his power to roam free for the first time in years.
Flanking him on either side was Draco, his pale features no showing any sign that the man he was currently following had struck him not ten minutes ago. His body radiated confidence, even as he strode through the hall next to a man who had only been seem once before in this millennium; Death.
"Really master, is this necessary? Master L holds my protection and this swine," Death shot a glare at a smirking Draco, "can do no harm to any of us. This world no longer holds any impact on your life.
"L told me to help Draco." was Harry's only response as he passed cowering guards and stormed up to the minister's office. The door slammed open as Harry approached it, causing the person within the room to jump to their feet.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as she stood. Said man stopped just short of the huge desk that filled the space in the room. Hermione's stance tensed at the feel of Harry's magic brushing up against hers.
"Hermione, a pleasure to see you again after so long. What's it been, several millennium?" Harry grinned evilly, "I would love to chat, but I am afraid my time is limited and I simply can't waste my time with idle talk. I have come to make a… request."
"Harry, what? Where have you been? Why are you here with Draco? What-" Death waved a hand and Hermione let about a strangled sound before her voice box stopped working.
"Thank you old friend." Harry drawled, his posture still stiff, "Now, as I was saying, I have a request. Stop your crusade on the Malfoy family. This is your only warning. Normally I wouldn't get involved, but someone important told me to intervene. If you don't stop, well let's just say Death will pay everyone you love a visit." The room darkened as Death allowed a grin to stretch tight over his face. Hermione backed away, fear showing in her features.
"I believe the message had been made clear master." Death informed.
"Quite," Harry intoned, "then my job is done here. Have a good day." Harry winked from existence, Death and Draco following in suit.
Okay, finally an update after ages. Thank the lord for the inability to sleep. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I did! Tell me what you think!
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