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.: Just a little note: L is one year older than Harry and two years older than Beyond in this story. For those of you who want specifics, L was born, (according to numerous Wiki articles) on October 31st, 1979; Harry was born, (also according to numerous Wiki articles and other sources) on July 31st, 1980; Beyond Birthdays' date of birth is unknown, however in this story it will be during mid-spring in the year 1987.


Deaths' Servant

Written By: -Ciel Leon-

Chapter 2- Companion


"What are you Harry James Potter?"

Harry blinked up at the twelve year old that was currently peering at him in interested confusion.

The dead wizard couldn't help the slight upturn of his lips as he regarded young Beyond. The twelve year old male in front of him appeared- for all intense purposes- to be a child, with his small stature and the way he dressed but as Harry gazed into blood red eyes, the Master of Death found this was not the case.

Beyond was an adult stuck in the body of a child.

"Calling me a 'what', not very kind of you is it young Beyond?"

Beyond jerked back eyes widening slightly.

"You can see them too, can't you? That's how you know my name!"

Harry tried to fight the shark –like grin that threatened to overtake his features but failed.

He chuckled slightly as well before replying.

"My, my, anxious are we? Yes, I can see 'them', but please, next time dear Beyond try to elaborate on what 'them' could possibly be."

Beyond flushed indignantly, anger contorting the young males face as he spat his reply at the Master of Death.

"It shouldn't matter, you're supposed to be dead for Christ sake!"

Harry scoffed, "'Supposed to be dead'am I? Young Master Beyond, I am dead. I would have figured that my death date had told you that."

Beyonds red eyes widened slightly before narrowing and before Harry could realize what the pre-teen was up to, Beyond had already lashed out towards Death's servant- attempting to kick the eighteen year old in the face.

Harry decided that it was a good thing that he hadn't figured out how to make himself tangible yet as he heard more than felt the solid sound of sneaker colliding with bark.

Wincing slightly at the prospect of being hit in the face Harry quickly yanked Beyond down onto the grass in front of him in order to explain his reason for 'existing'.

The expression on the twelve year olds face when he finished was incredibly amusing.


It was past dinner time at the orphanage when Roger noticed that one of his charges was missing.

Sure, it wasn't unusual that Beyond ran off during the daytime, but the black haired pre-teen always showed up before dinner regardless of the fact that the young genius carried his meals around on a daily basis.

So, understandably, Roger got worried.

Not for the right reason of course- but he got worried none the less.

It was around eight o'clock in the evening when Beyond walked through the orphanage doors- eyes wide with wonder and drenched in rain water.

Unfortunately for Beyond, Roger had already told Quillish of the young genius's absence and thus, the twelve year old was subjected to interrogation.

Neither man got anything out of Beyond- and realized that it would be impossible to even think of attempting to interrogate the raven haired boy when he had given both elder males a glare that would turn even the most volatile gas to stone.

And with silence echoing the child's footsteps, Beyond left for his room- intent to think about the story his new companion had told him while making new Wara Ningyo.

He snagged a jar of strawberry jam from the kitchen before heading up the stairs, unaware of the adults' agreement to tell L of the new development if Beyond returned late to the orphanage again.


The Master of Death grinned smugly to himself as he walked throughout the doors of Death's hotel room around eight o'clock in the evening.

It was hard for the black haired youth to resist the urge to cackle gleefully and scare the rest of the patrons residing in the rooms near him; and so, stifling his cackling- which began to slip from the corner of his mouth as slightly insane giggling- Harry approached the bed before unceremoniously flopping onto it.

Mmmmmm… a bed…

Death's servant couldn't reign in the smugness radiating off of him either, and considering he now had a friend in an exuberant, exceedingly curious, slightly homicidal, twelve year old genius, Harry could honestly say that no one could have possibly done better.

Even if the young Master of Death had to spend two hours answering rapidly fired questions pertaining from his childhood to how he became the 'Master of Death' and 'what type of Jam do you like?'.

In all honesty the confrontation had turned out better than the young wizard had thought possible, and he had even managed to convince the young genius to write to him when the twelve year old needed assistance via a charmed two way- never ending in length, scroll of parchment.

Beyond had stared at the small roll of parchment with wide eyes before blinking owlishly at the young wizard- an act which had sent Death's servant into fits of laughter.

Just remembering the exchange threw Harry into peels of unstoppable laughter.

It just so happened that this was the scene that Death walked in on, clothed in a black robe made of silk, long black hair swinging idly at his back, obsidian black eyes blinking at the figure on the bed before the deity shrugged its broad shoulders and moved toward the bathroom.

Death had seen weirder after all.