Summary: Before he could snap the Death Stick in two and leave the Resurrection Stone behind, Harry finds himself in a precarious situation- employed as Deaths' Servant. It doesn't help when Ryuk drops the Death Note into the Human Realm and Harry is sent to deal with the trouble caused by the Shinigamis' boredom.
Pairing: Most-likely LxHarry
Warnings: Profanity, Alternate Universe, Cussing, Maiming, Death, Spirits, possible snarkyness along with possible yaoi.
I don't own DN or Harry Potter- so there!
PS. Yes, I did my homework, all places in this chapter are real (possibly not described accurately but real) except of course, Whammy's Orphanage- though one might exist somewhere in this crazy world of ours. Also, when I said I was going to update 'soon', soon just happened to be 'in about 20 minutes'. Don't expect such a quick update often, kay?
Deaths' Servant
Written By: -Ciel Leon-
Chapter 1- First Job
Harry Potter scowled at his companion as they made their way through the lobby of Sandals Royal Bahamian Spa Resort just off the northeastern coast of Nassau.
The Master of Death was currently very irked with Death, seeing as how the deity had decided to take the journey from the Death Planes into the Mortal realm (a month long trip mind you) for a vacation.
This wouldn't have been such a bad thing if Harry had wanted to have a vacation.
He didn't.
He was supposed to have started on his first assignment; a task that Death was supposed to have done over 5 years ago and Harry- who had wanted to get started right away- had been dragged from preparation for his assignment (kicking and screaming) to take a vacation of all things!
Needless to say, the Boy-Who-Lived was Pissed Off.
Death had given the assignment to his subordinate only a two days before he'd been taken to the Mortal Realm, the file of the assignment that had been given to him had stated that his task was to locate a child who possessed Shinigami Eyes born in a minor city in England who was now living in some unknown orphanage, and remove the Shinigami Eyes from the child before he/she reached the age of five (the age at which the feature became permanent) if the child so wished.
Harry had been lucky to discover the existence of the 'Birth and Death' Files within the Death Planes Library.
The Master of Death had been severely aggravated when he had found the file of one Beyond Birthday, age twelve years old, living at Whammy's Orphanage, Winchester England.
So here was Death nine years earlier, with all the information needed but too lazy to help a kid that was the victim of a Shinigamis' stupidity and boredom.
As soon as Death and his aggravated assistant walked through the door of 'their' hotel room, Harry promptly and blandly told Death he was going to England, and turned on his heel, the gunmetal-gray messenger bag on his shoulder containing the files, the Deathly Hallows, money, extra food, his own collection of books (consisting of books copied from the Death Planes Library), as well as numerous vials of various potions- which had all been shrunk to fit- swinging slightly due to his brisk pace.
Harry exited the Hotel and headed straight for the parking lot.
Ducking between a Mini-Cooper and a van, Harry disapparated, reappearing behind the Winchester Cathedral- a place he had visited in the company of the Dursleys'- and quickly maneuvering himself towards the street he began the long walk from the Cathedral to St Cross Park.
It took 45 minutes to reach the park, even though Harry didn't have to battle the crowds on the sidewalk due to his intangible form. The park was busy- but that was to be expected considering the nearby school which had probably just released its students as well as the nearby neighborhoods.
The park was a simple open field with the occasional raised incline to indicate what could only be described as a half formed hill, but mostly the ground was level. Everywhere he could see had some type of person in the immediate area, most of the grass available was occupied, but Harry maneuvered himself so that he was underneath a tree facing toward St. Cross, and settled himself down so he sat cross legged with his back pressing up against the bark of the tree.
Deaths' subordinate wasn't all that sure why he had decided to enter this park, the probability that it was close to the orphanage the child, 'Beyond Birthday' was located in was low and there was also the fact that the child could possibly hate to be outside and wouldn't even consider coming to a park.
Harry frowned slightly, logically the chance of meeting the child here was little to none- however there was a feeling in the young wizards gut that this was where he was supposed to be.
Despite this, it took until the sun started to set for anything earth-shattering to occur.
The fact the event occurred however, was nonetheless a great feat.
Harry had been napping when he had heard the approaching footsteps, and in response to this sudden change Harry lazily opened one eye, attempting to determine if it was simply another park inhabitant attempting to steal his napping spot, or a different occurrence.
The sight he was met with was a dark haired boy around eleven or twelve years old with an oddly slouched figure, wearing a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of lose jeans peering at him calculatingly with odd red eyes.
And when Harry lifted his gaze to read the boys' name, the red lettering above feathered black hair read 'Beyond Birthday'.
Beyond was a smart child.
Exceptionally intelligent, and he preferred to believe that there were very few people, even as adults who knew about as much about the world as he did.
He had had eight years since being able to read and speak on his own to study it after-all.
Beyond had realized quickly how uneasy his above average intelligence had frightened the caretakers at the orphanage he had been living in, and had left the place relatively soon afterwards.
Young Beyond had also realized early on that no one could see exactly what he could.
No one could see a person's name above their head, nor did they have the ability to notice the row of numbers located underneath the name, nine seemingly insignificant figures that in reality were fatal.
It was odd though, he had been living on the streets for a fair amount of weeks- steeling food and money from passersby to survive- when an old man who had introduced himself as Whammy- but who's actual full name was Quilish Whammy, death date August 27th, 2019- had invited him to live at an orphanage for 'gifted' children.
Beyond had reluctantly agreed to live at the orphanage, however, a mere two weeks later and he had figured out what the orphanage was actually for- not that it had concerned him much.
The 'House' as it was called by everyone living in it, had been made with the purpose to produce 'copies' of the 'World-Renown Great Detective' L.
This realization had hit B when he had been making another one of the Wara Ningyo dolls he was so fond of.
Beyond had cackled like mad for almost a whole hour before calming himself enough that his amusement was only shown by a small amount of almost hysterical giggling, a great feat considering that even now, after years since the discovery, he still had trouble to keep from chuckling the whole time he was inside the orphanage.
This circumstance had lead BB to spend most of his time outside, only returning to the orphanage for sleep since he packed his breakfast, lunch and dinner within a knapsack he carried around with him every day.
Today, was special however, seeing as how Beyond had barely been able to contain the befuddling sense of giddiness he had woken up with in morning- and it had been that odd sense of giddiness that had lead him to enter St. Cross Park just after sunset that day.
Beyond liked St. Cross Park, it was fairly well sized with a wide open grass area and the occasional tree was planted sporadically within it.
It was a place he had visited frequently so he could just think.
Despite this, Beyond had been surprised when his feet had led him into the park and toward the tree he usually sat beneath.
It had taken a moment for Beyond to realize his spot was occupied, and another twenty-five seconds for him to realize that no one left in the park was looking at the adult beneath Beyonds' favorite tree- and then it had taken the young genius another ten seconds to realize that this person was supposed to be dead.
He was supposed to have died on the 16th of June in 1998.
Beyond was –understandably- baffled considering that today's date just so happened to be August 30th, 1998.
