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!

P.S.: So umm… Hi, welcome back and all that rot *grins*, hope everyone's excited, this chapter is amusing to say the least, and it's probably the longest… Though there isn't much L or Beyond, too much ass-kicking being dished out by one H.J. Potter to make room for it. Anyways, yes the place exists, and I've been there too- and if anyone goes there sorry, nothing personal- place just kinda creeped me out when I went there one time during the summer and the place was empty… Yeah, that was my version of walking into a creepy graveyard. Anyways, enjoy, read the next authors note, hopefully, let out a few laughs, and review! Chao!

PPS: I have a poll up, it's about which fic of mine you want updated first, I'm going to let all my other readers know about it as well so anything will be fair game.


Deaths' Servant

Written By: -Ciel Leon-

Chapter 4- Mission


L watched the figure before him with calculating eyes.

"A frog you say?"

"Would you prefer a ferret? I could turn you into one of those instead if you'd prefer." The man was about L's age, possibly a couple of years younger, with black gravity defying hair with bangs that nearly obscured his bright green eyes with their length.

"No, neither option is appealing at this time… nor is this the place, even if you could attempt to do so without me incapacitating you first."

L's voice was bland, almost unemotional yet his eyes were narrowed slightly in challenge.

"Well… this is such a nice lovers spat, but Harry, isn't about time you returned to your dearly departed master?" Beyond snarked from the sidelines, grinning unrepentantly when his two companions glared at him.

"Beyond!"

"Backup!"

Beyond blinked then shrugged before gleefully shouting, "BB!"

The glares swiftly turned into outright glowers before Harry huffed, and without even a good-bye, disapparated with a crack, startling L enough for him to shift into a defensive stance.

Beyonds creepy smile made another- very wide- appearance.

L couldn't hide his slightly anxious look, before his gaze fell back to the spot 'Harry' had once stood, cautiously he crouched down to stare at the innocent spot before reaching out to prod at it, quickly withdrawing said finger as if 'Harry' would pop up out of the ground and make good on his promise.

L continued staring at the spot, oblivious as his thumb made its way back to his mouth and the quiet words that escaped his mouth.

"That isn't physically possible…"


Harry arrived behind a cluster of bushes in the parking lot of the Sandals Royal Bahamian Spa Resort and quickly began to head for the front doors simply phasing through them before heading to the stairway and beginning to climb.

Upon reaching the room Death was staying in (ironically room 1134) Harry phased through that door as well only to freeze at the site before him.

Barely containing a shriek of absolute horror, Harry bolted for the suite bathroom becoming corporeal only long enough to hastily open the bathroom door and quickly slam it shut.

Distantly Harry heard a shriek followed by cussing even as he slid to the floor attempting to cover both his eyes and ears at the same time, while trying to tell himself that he 'did NOT just see that!'

He heard muffled voices, the sounds of someone scrambling around, and then a door opening and closing.

A sigh.

"You can come out now."

"Is your company gone?" Harry's voice quivered slightly as he reluctantly moved to stand.

"You scared them off you pain in the ass! And a good lay too!"Deaths' voice was both aggravated and mournful, an odd sound to Harry's ears.

"Well excuse me for actually caring about my next assignment you bastard!"

"Oh? And what happened to the little Shinigami eyed boy you were assigned to? You take the kids eyes out or what?"

"Its been seven years since those eyes could be removed you moron! Something you could've done easily, if you actually got off your lazy ass and did something!"

Harry opened the door moving silently past Death toward the armchair in the suite, inspecting it closely for contamination before sitting in it.

"I wouldn't call what I was just doing being lazy."

Harry glared.

Death simply huffed in response.

"What do you want me to do now?" Harry asked exasperatedly even as he squirmed in his armchair.

"There's a Shinigami to deal with."

"Where? Why?"

"Arizona, some school called 'Marcos De Niza'."

Harry shrugged, he guessed the why didn't matter all that much.

Well, that or the deity was just to pissed at him, and was attempting to avoid talking to him as much as possible.

"Coordinates?"

Death handed him a folded piece of paper without looking at him, before making an annoyed shooing motion in Harry's general direction as the paper was snatched from his fingers.

Rolling his eyes, Harry opened the paper, read the coordinates, and then turned on his heel, apparating with a loud crack.

As soon as Harry vanished, Death sent a glare frostier than hell frozen over at the spot where his servant had stood only seconds before.

"I can't even get laid without being interrupted now!" The deity whined into the empty room.


When Harry arrived, he was faced with attacking branches, which caused him to fall gracelessly, face first into the rock covered dirt.

Death's Servant groaned slightly, sure it didn't really hurt, but the sensation of falling as an incorporeal being was weirder then the sensation of apparating (especially since he didn't know whether he could phase through solid ground or not yet- he wasn't taking any chances).

Harry stood carefully, looking around curiously, only to cringe.

Good god! What was this place? A school for the dark and gloomy?!

Harry shook himself, making a mental note to come back to the school when it was in session, it was way too damn gloomy without anybody alive walking around!

Sighing, death's servant scanned the courtyard he had landed in grimly, quickly coming to the conclusion that it was empty and that if the thrice damned shinigami wasn't on this schools campus, he might have to pull a grim reaper and kill it once he found it.

Turning his gaze towards the tallest building Harry blinked.

There above the schools' name was the schools' mascot… which just so happened to be a grim reaper.

Harry burst into laughter at the sight.

"Oh m-my goddd! Shina- ggami at a grim rreaper schooool!"

"Excuse me, but were you just insulting my intelligence?"

Harry Potter jerked up from his position on the ground, laughter coming to a dead* stop as he stared up at the figure looming above him.

The creature was very gaunt looking, skin pale and clinging to bone as if there were no muscle in between; it wore an odd mixture of shredded black clothing and gaudy bronze jewelry.

Somehow it managed to look even creepier than it already was with the glare it was directing at death's servant.

Harry somehow found that he could still manage the 'foot in the mouth' technique very well even though he was dead, since the next thing that came out of his mouth was less than inspiring.

"Well, is it my fault you were stupid enough to land yourself in a school that has Death as its mascot?"

The shinigami's eyes flashed in pure rage before launching itself at Harry, seemingly intent on finding a way to detach Harry's head from his shoulders to put it on some pike (or possibly in a jar somewhere- just for safe keeping you know?).


Harry found himself thankful several minutes later that he could fly through anything, at any speed without dying.

Turns out shinigami could hit hard.

Who would've known?

Scowling, Harry forced himself to become corporeal enough to where his form was able to connect with a classroom wall (well enough that it didn't injury him or force partially through it) before launching himself off said wall and at the furious shinigami in order to enact some much needed revenge.

Only thing is, Harry ended up grabbing something from the creatures belt as the thing side-stepped him, sending him through another series of walls.

Forcing himself to come to a stop once more, Harry -without looking- deposited the unknown item in the inside pocket of the trench coat he was wearing- and then waited until the shinigami had one foot in the new classroom before the undead teen lashed out purposely with a foot, sending the shinigami through yet another series of walls- only this time, the creature was sent through the series of walls on their right.

Instead of going after the shinigami immediately, Harry took his time wandering the halls, and had a sudden spike of inspiration.

He grinned evilly before beginning to skip down the halls, calling out 'Here gaunty, gaunty, gaunty!' in an overly cheerful tone like some kid.

A fist suddenly punched through the wall on Harry's right- only to go straight through the teen.

Death's Servant cackled madly, stepping back, and becoming incorporeal before grabbing the shinigamis' extended forearm and yanking the creature through the wall towards him, so the creatures face met Harry's left hook.

Harry grinned smugly as he watched his recent annoyance collapse into an unconscious heap, before he grabbed the creatures' wrecked shirt and apparated back to the hotel.

At least now Death would have something to torture instead of his servant.


*No pun intended here…pft…