A/N: So basically I've started my last semester of university and the horizon of life is approaching and boy does it suck :(

Disclaimer: I don't own either work.

Chapter 15: Emerald Ferocity

Ginny and Moaning Myrtle were taken to the hospital wing to be treated by Madam Promfrey. As per usual, she didn't ask what happened, which was convenient as it was irresponsible. She wasn't like a regular nurse, she was a cool nurse. Mean Girls fans, WHADDUP.

Misa Amane was still tied up and snoring when Snape and the others shuffled into Dumbledore's office. However, she wasn't alone.

"Peeves, please stop throwing owl turds at the Second Kira," Dumbledore asked politely.

The poltergeist blew a raspberry at the Headmaster. "They're not owl turds, they're Filch's turds," Peeves whined. "You're no fun, Dumbledore!"

"Actually, I would rather you do it somewhere else," Dumbledore said mildly, "such as the Slytherin common room, because Slytherins suck Gryffindor balls."

"If only," said Harry in a low voice, peering at Snape from under his dark eyelashes, his pupils dilated with lust. "If only Slytherins sucked Gryffindor balls."

Snape almost peed his robes. "Potter," he growled, "If you've been ingesting questionable substances, I will not hesitate to –"

Harry's expression cleared. "Er, sorry, I think I just got subjected to Snarry fan service. Anyway, what's going on here? Who are all these Muggles? Why must my life be filled with such danger and drama?"

Peeves was thunderstruck. "Dumbledore is actually giving me permission to wreak havoc? WEEEE!" And off he went, through Dumbledore's door spinning like a mini-tornado.

"Now, Harry, you may head back to the Gryffindor common room. Shouldn't you be doing homework or getting Miss Granger to do it or something?"

Harry gaped at Dumbledore. "So... you're not giving me any points for being loyal to you, pulling the sword out of the Hat, or rescuing Fawkes?"

"Bitch, Fawkes is immortal," said Dumbledore.

Harry spun on his heel and stormed out the office, slamming the door behind him.

"That boy is going to grow up with anger issues," Dumbledore sighed, shaking his head. He then proceeded to lift the sleeping spell from Misa. The young woman's eyes fluttered open, and her gaze landed on Light, whose wrists were also bound.

"No!" Misa immediately shouted. "Ryuk, do something! Help us!"

"Ryuk? Who's Ryuk?" Aizawa and Matsuda were confused. Dumbledore handed over Ryuk's notebook, and the two Japanese detectives gaped at the Shinigami, now visible to them.

"Oh geez," Aizawa groaned.

Matsuda whistled appreciatively. "Much more well-dressed than Rem, but scarier-looking, like a vampire on crack. A butterface, basically."

"Sorry Misa, I'm not going to lift a finger," Ryuk scoffed. "Unlike Rem, I actually have a brain, and like HELL am I going to sacrifice my beautiful purple ass for either of you."

"They're both mass murderers," Snape muttered to Dumbledore. "I say we hand them over to the Ministry to deal with."

"I am way ahead of you, Severus," said Dumbledore. "I'm offended you didn't think I'd already planned that myself. I'm basically the Supreme Master of Forward Thinking."

On cue, the flames in Dumbledore's fireplace blazed with an emerald ferocity. A quick Google search will tell you that the description "emerald ferocity" has never been used before. Perhaps it should be copyrighted, like what Drake is attempting to do with the whole "yolo" thing. Not cool, Canadian bro.

Two figures stepped out from the fireplace – John Dawlish and the Minister for Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge. They both bore grim expressions. Snape's blood ran cold, as though he had missed the bottom step of some stairs, or looked up "trypophobia" and its relevant images (don't do it. DON'T DO IT).

"Misa Amane and Light Yagami," Fudge declared, "you are being arrested for posing a threat to the wizarding community as well as assaulting Ginevra Weasley. Your Muggle crimes as Kira and the Second Kira will also be taken into consideration. Due to these special circumstances, Azkaban is a possibility."

Misa began to cry as Dawlish summoned pairs of magical handcuffs for both her and her fiancé. Light merely scowled, since he had already wasted his "God of the New World" monologue and he didn't want to drag things on like how the last fifty pages or so of the manga did.

"What's Azkaban?" Light spat out instead.

"It's a high-security wizarding prison, where Dementors stand guard," Snape responded with barely disguised relish.

"And what are Dementors?" Light asked over his shoulder as he and Misa were pushed towards the green fire.

"The worst fate a man could ever face," was Dumbledore's haunting whisper. "If they ever kiss you, your soul will be sucked out."

Light turned white as a sheet. "No...no. Then I... I give up my ownership of the Death Note!"

"Losing your memories is not going to help," said Ryuk, grinning. "Your heart is still mine, as soon as your friend Dumbledore gives me back my notebook."

"Nobody's going to be killing anybody," Fudge commanded. "These Muggles will receive fair trials."

"Damn you! I'm going to eat your little green hipster bowler hat," Ryuk threatened.

"I draw the line there, Ryuk. Fudge was wearing bowler hats before they became hipster," Dumbledore asserted.

"Thank you, Dumbledore," Fudge blustered before stepping into the fireplace and disappearing with Dawlish and the two Kiras.

A/N: The next chapter will be the final one. Indeed, this story is almost done!