AN: Hi again! It hasn't been a long time since last upload, but welcome back! I am on a writing craze and will not stop. My muse is only enabling me lmao
Onto the story…
Rem floated down to the ground, her feet brushing the ground before finding purchase and balance of the stone facade. L shifted towards Light as she did so, looking more calm, but curious as to the purpose of her visit. Light's eye shone brilliantly in the dim gloom coming from the overhead lighting - candlelight really knew how to set a scene - and his mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out whether Rem needed something, Ryuk had any intel for him, or if the shinigami was working for Misa, who had asked Rem to find her "Light-kun" (Which still irritates him by the way)
"Misa sent me, she was worried when you, Light, disappeared from the headquarters, it took me way too long to find this place, why are you here?" Rem looked almost inquisitive, staring her yellow eyes in our direction as she waited for a reply. (after later questioning, Rem revealed that the wards surrounding Hogwarts had kept her out originally, but after a while of pushing, she had found an opening which she used to get through (no one thought to ward the ground, an object that a shinigami can phase through, who knew!))
"We are fine Rem, we got transported here through magical means, I was wondering if you, being a shinigami, would know anything about it?" Light tilted his head to the side, watching Rem's mannerisms, expression, and cat eyes as she ingested his previous statement. He knew she came here with a purpose, and whatever information she had needs to be said behind closed doors. Light needed to stall while L was still awake.
Rem looked upon the face of Light, her holder's love (unrequited but still), her eyebrows rose, and her eyes drooped, as in deep in thought. She hand't heard of wizards in quite a while now, weren't they all extinct? Apparently not, she had always thought that Light and L, with their minimal powers, were descendants of the magicals, not a descendant and a squib respectively.
"Do you remember how you were transported? I know of a couple Shinigami artifacts that are mistaken for magical objects or creatures, like the Lethifold and Resurrection Stone, but the soot you guys left behind at the command center isn't connect to either of them."
"We were covered in fire, blue I believe, it started with L, and spread across to me, who was and still is connected to L, and it transported up in front of a certain chalice, it was stone, and had blue fire for just a moment before going out. I only spotted the flames for a moment before I blacked out. L, do you remember anything else?" Light looked at the detective in question, who up until this point was staring back and forth between the first Kira and the supernatural death god. L blinked owlishly, shaken out of his stupor, and looked to Light then Rem before responding.
"That is right Rem-san, both Light-kun and I were taken to this place by means of a blue fire. It didn't burn, and only fatigued the traveling individual. With the history of shinigami, I believe that there is a 12% chance that the 'chalice' or what the magicals call the 'goblet of fire' is a shinigami artifact, but that is unlikely. I would need to study it for more information. All I know so far is that I am trapped here, ergo Light-kun will also remain trapped here until the Kira investigation comes to an end." Light looked slightly annoyed and turned his head in L's direction, a sneer forming on his lips before deciding against a snide remark.
L was the one stuck here after all, and if he could prove his trust to L, he might have an easier time continuing his work as Kira while keeping L alive, he was quite adorable as a young teen, and their mind games back at the control center for the Kira investigation where to die for. Directing his attention to L, Light tugged on the chain, and pushed the detective along as they exited their dorm into the adjacent bathroom. Rem looked at them strangely, silent in this interaction, content to stay until Light would give her more information. She had told Misa she would keep an eye on her boyfriend, and she was going to honor her Death Note holder.
In the bathroom, Light shoved L into the bathroom with a bundle of clothes, he couldn't take the tense atmosphere in the dorm, and getting himself and L into the uniforms would let them explore, research, and find out what the hell is going on with the situation at hand. While Rem was taking everything in, Light began to scheme. To get himself away from the wizards, he would need to go along with L, and work around the detective when they return. The more time he spends with the little detective, the harder it seems to kill him, or be ready to kill him when the time comes. He just looked so squishy sometimes, so lost, and that one little piece of red still remaining in Light's heart beat faster whenever L was munching on a snack. Light was so lost in thought that only the tug on the chain around his wrist broke him from his reverie.
L had trudged into the room, clearly having washed his face, still red from the water and friction.
He had outright refused to change out of his white long-sleeve shirt, but he haphazardly tied the neck tie (green and silver of course) around his neck. It was loose, it was uneven, and Light wanted to walk up to him and straighten him out. His Slytherin wizard robe hung off one shoulder, and he was munching of a chocolate frog that was previously hopping, but was now just a piece of chocolate. L would later tell Light that Severus-sensei had given him a couple just before directing them to their dorm (is Snape-sensei an ally? Maybe).
Light brushed L up, set him aside onto a chair, where L settled with the Death Note in his hands, studying the names. Light wonders if L has raised or decreased that chance that he is Kira. He himself enters the bathroom, and with his already prim looking outfit, only changes into a tie and robe, looking at himself in the mirror before turning out. He felt quite snatching, as his mother would say. His sister Sayu would have said that he looks like a businessman in a dress, and would have giggled in his face. He smiled lightly at the possibility, and left, tugging the petite teenage detective behind him, chocolate still smeared on the edges of his face.
"Come of Ryuuzaki (the where outdoors, codenames are a must) we have to find the library, maybe they have information about the tournament that you have been unwittingly entered in. There must be something in the history books!"
"if you must pull so hard Light-kun, please tug on the other arm, I have my final batch of panda crackers in there." As usual, L would not directly focus on the task at hand, but would rather make sure his snacks were safe. Light rolled his eyes and tugged softer on L's sleeve as they entered the library.
The towering bookshelves left both Light and L speechless. L was speechless because there was so much information that was unknown to him in one room, and Light was speechless because of the vast height of it all. Light's mind was running through any possibilities of magical artifacts that could be used as shinigami weapons. Rem would have to tag along later. The crinkled and yellowed books pages released dust when they were opened, and any crinkle of paper sent the librarian in a tizz. L pulled up a chair, crouched upon the top of the upholstered seat, and settles into a squatting position, holding one of the lighter books on magical tournaments between both thumbs and pointer fingers. Students around him looked strangely. With their weird looks, Light realized that they probably should not have left the Slytherin dungeons. Rem was there, they could have investigated there, but also, they had appeared one day, spent another in the infirmary, and joined the student populace without any hassle.
Light could imagine how weird it would be is he was part of the major student body. He himself pulled an incredibly aged book off the shelf, broke the fused spine to open the front cover... and immediately closed it. There was a mysterious green thing in the front cover, and he would not like another trip to the infirmary, no thank you. He managed to put the book back carefully, and has settled into another novel when he heard footsteps, many footsteps. He glanced ahead, under the edge of the bookshelf where he could see the soles of peoples shoes as they walked by.
There where people walking towards him and L, who was still embroiled into the non-fiction account of the Tournament of Champions in 1274. He nudged the boy, pulling him out of his fantasy, the both of them looking up just in time to see a group of people walk up to their little table. Light could see Charlie Potter (Chubby-kun according to L) Hermione (Light didn't know her last name, but L called her Book-chan) and Ronald Weasley, for who L has no nickname yet (he was debating of Ginger-kun or Freckle-kun). The looks on their faces were slightly murderous, growing more so when they saw the green on their robe collars and the snake on their House crest. Charlie sat down forcefully, his two minions flanking him on either side, before he finally spoke, spittle flying in L's face as he flinched at the volume of his estranged brother's voice.
"HOW ARE YOU A BLOODY SNAKE YOU BLOODY TRAITOR!"
AN: Hello once again! I found creative drive at midnight on a school night, and here I go. This is a word dump, so feel free to criticize, but please not hate!
I have a question for you guys, my awesome readers! I cannot decide whether I should write Charlie Potter a redemption arc, where he grows morality, or if I should keep him and the Potters as scumbags (the Potters would be included in the redemption arc). What do you guys think, what should I do? Feel free to review and voice your opinion!
I will see ya'll later, and remember, flames are fire not food, and any bad reviews suck ass. Enjoy your week my dudes! Enjoy!
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