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. I'm sorry, but I'm updating out of order for a moment (Poll said winners in order were: A New Beginning, Change of Heart Change of Mind, and then Death's Servant), but I sat down and ended up spitting out 2,000 words in practically one go… so here enjoy! Be free! Give a cute Beyond a Jar of Jam!

P.P.S. See these: ~.~ those are breaks, FF is giving me trouble when entering line breaks, and that is what I ended up with.


Deaths' Servant

Written By: -Ciel Leon-

Chapter 5- Return


L wasn't quite sure what to make of the event that had occurred about two weeks ago.

He still didn't know exactly what to make of the whole trip he'd taken to St. Cross Park, and for some reason, L had come to believe that the event was as much as a blessing as it was a curse.

'Harry' as Beyond had called the… incorporeal creature/ possible homo-sapien had opened up various new ways of thinking for L.

L could now contemplate the supernatural as well as life after death and possibly the undead.

Thus creating a situation that also caused significant problems in relation to L's increasing neglect of cases and subsequent distraction that had Watari worried beyond anything that had happened to L before.

And really… L couldn't blame Watari, after all, it's very unusual to have a almost constantly occupied genius staring off into space for hours on end- especially if he was staring at a wall and not his computer.

Sighing, L smoothly slid from his position on the computer chair and walked over to the wind of the hotel suite he was currently inhabiting.

The sight of bright sunshine spread over a large strip of beach greeted L's gaze.

If L hadn't winced at the slightly sudden change of light to his retinas, he probably would have seen something relatively important.

~.~

Harry watched Death's most recent series of dramatics with slight exasperation from his position on his newly claimed armchair.

Death was entreating it seemed, and consequently ignoring his 'bored to hell and back' servant.

Harry cursed slightly as Death's guest- a sun-tanned woman, quite possibly a native- sat down in the chair his incorporeal for was perched in.

Women.

Couldn't they at least realize that they were around something unnatural? Weren't they also supposed to be smarter than men too?

Because this broad was certainly no Hermione.

Scowling, Harry reluctantly stood up just as Death leaned over to peer into the females eyes- probably saying something sexually inclined- causing Harry to jerk his face to the side so he didn't somehow manage to kiss his unwanted and – most-importantly- undesired employer.

Damn it, if this was the treatment he got for doing his job quickly and efficiently, he was just going to retreat to England to spend some quality time with his favorite homicidal kid genius.

Anything was better than being constantly ignored for two weeks straight and then almost being kissed by the 'Lord of the Dead'.

Wait.

Homicidal. Kid. Genius.

Beyond.

Harry began to cackle ominously as he exited the hotel room, leaving Death with one thought.

Maybe I pushed him too far?...Nah…

~.~

Beyond was beginning to get bored again.

L had left the morning after B had introduced him to Harry, and Harry hadn't returned since scaring the crap out of L.

He didn't even say 'good-bye'!

Beyond huffed as he made his way towards his class, ignoring the wide berth he was given by his fellow orphans due to his aura of killing intent.

If he heard from Harry anytime soon, the specter had better have a good reason for not coming to see him sooner or so help him, Beyond would find a way to detach Harry's arms from his body, throw the limbs into the Thames and watch from the sidelines as Harry had to swim for them.

He paused in the middle of the walk-way.

Could spirits bleed to death?

Beyond contemplated this new question for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and continuing on his way.

Even if Beyond couldn't detach Harry's arms from his body and watch the specter bleed out, he could certainly torture the older male in various other ways.

Almost to his only classroom, Beyond paused a second time.

Goddamn it, he was starting to have jam withdrawals again from thinking so much.

Beyond promptly turned on his heel and nearly bolted down four floors to the kitchens.

Jam was more important than his class any day.

~.~

Beyond silently mourned the now empty Jar of what used to be 24 ounces of gooey sweet strawberry jam even as he shuffled around the kitchen pantry for another container to place in his backpack before he headed out to the park for the rest of the day.

Beyond, like the rest of the top five in Whammy's only had to go to a two hour long class on Fridays which was in place to ensure that the 'possible future L's' were still as intelligent as the week before.

He didn't enjoy the class. Sure it was only two hours, but all that was done during the timeframe were tests and really… those could be made up anytime- not that Beyond cared about his status at Whammy's.

Beyond quickly made his way out of the front door, stealthily avoiding the cameras placed throughout the first floor by usage of blind spots.

He traveled quickly across the lawn and only relaxed when he was a several blocks away from the orphanage.

Where to go now…?

Hmmm… he had several bottles of jam in his bag to last the day so no Jam Shop… He couldn't be bothered to hike to the library…

St Cross Park it was.

~.~

Harry was almost giddy as he entered St Cross Park.

He finally had something to do!

Plus, he would be able to see Beyond and this time the child prodigy wouldn't look psychotic because he was talking to thin air!

Harry grinned happily as he made his corporeal way to the tree he and Beyond- well Beyond first and him when he came round- as theirs.

He sat at the base of the tree, ignoring the incredulous stares being sent his way by various people that were regulars at the park.

It was only about forty minutes later when he spotted Beyond at the park entrance, causing him to grin eagerly with anticipation as Beyond came closer step by step.

Beyond, Harry realized, was too absorbed in his thoughts with his gazed focused on the ground to recognize Harry's presence, a circumstance that had him to actually fall into Harry's lap when he moved to sit down.

Beyond jerked his head up to stare at the person in his spot, checks flushing with embarrassed indignation until he realized who it was he was sitting on.

He promptly did two things, wrapped his arms around Harry's neck in an awkward hug and slap Harry in the back of the head.

Harry made an indignant noise in the back of his throat but otherwise made no protests.

~.~

"Hold on. You want me to take a trip to the Bahamas without parental advisory to keep you company so you don't have to be bored all the time with only the company of your 'Master' who has ignored you for the past few weeks."

Harry grinned and nodded happily.

"Sooo… you want me to come with you to prevent your boredom."

Beyonds' tone was caustic and held a hint of annoyance, as well as chastisement.

"Kind of not really, I really want you to be there because I enjoy your company, personality and slightly homicidal tendencies over anything or any conversation I have had with Death so far."

Beyond blinked and hummed contemplatively.

"You can't lie about this right?"

"Hmmm?"

"…Your not lying right?"

Harry blinked, looking down at the twelve year old prodigy in his lap worriedly before gently resting his chin in Beyond feathered black hair.

It took him a moment to phrase his next words carefully, even as he reassuringly rubbed his thumb up and down one of Beyond's forearms.

"Beyond… I'm not lying about what I said… And I have never lied to you before. Don't get me wrong, I can lie even though I am a supernatural… thing for lack of a better word. But I wont lie to you about anything unless it is for your safety- in which case I will simply tell you that I can't answer a question you might ask, or I'll avoid whatever subject I might lie about entirely. But I will never, purposely lie to you."

Beyond, was still young, and despite being a genius, he had his moments of insecurity- especially with the treatment he'd had before arriving at Whammy's House.

He hid it well, he had to- he was already considered to have slightly questionable sanity by those that lived in and worked at Whammy's House including Roger and, if he had translated the slight twitches he'd seen when he'd met Quilish throughout his life, the old man also thought there was something wrong with him.

So in retrospect, all he had was L… and Harry.

Beyond fought valiantly, with marginal success, not to cry, even as he squirmed around in Harry's lap to hide his face in the older teens neck.

He distantly heard Harry's voice murmuring words of comfort into his ear as he sobbed quietly for several minutes.

"Shhh…Shhh Beyond… It's alright, I'm here…Come on now… It's alright…"

It took several minutes for Beyond to regain his composure, as well as a tissue from one of Harry's deep pockets to clean Beyonds' face before the twelve year old could speak relatively normal.

"Al-alright… Ummm… do you think you could actually…Adopt me or…"

Beyond almost choked on the question, before looking carefully up to see Harry's expression.

It was an odd mixture of shock pleasure, determination and wistfulness all wrapped up in one.

"You know what Beyond…I'll see what I can do. But for now… Would you do me the honor of letting me kidnap you and take you across several country borders, illegally, without any form of identification?"

Blinking tiredly with heavy lidded eyes, Beyond did something he'd never done before.

He answered a question with a simple, plebeian, and slurred "Suuure."

~.~

Harry protectively held a sleeping Beyond Birthday as he apparated to the Sandals resort choosing to land in a spot just off the beach coast to make it appear to witnesses that he was just a father taking his kid back to the hotel room after a tiring day at the beach as well as to avoid interacting with the staff at the front desk.

He made his way back to the room he was sharing with Death, knocking and waiting patiently for the door to open. He was greeted with a shocked expression, before he barged his way into the hotel suite and rummaged through his messenger bag for his wallet which he pocketed, slipped his bag on his shoulder and exited the room to make his way to the front desk, careful not to disturb Beyond through the whole trip.

He waited in line at the front desk before purchasing a room for an undetermined amount of time.

It didn't really matter how long he stayed, considering that the credit card he had was directly linked to one of Death's many, full, bank accounts.

Retrieving the room key, one that placed him a few floors beneath the floor Death was currently lurking in, Harry, accompanied by a still sleeping Beyond, made their way up to their fresh and unused room, where Harry placed Beyond on the Queen sized bed before setting down his bag and going to take a shower.

He silently wondered how he was going to do his 'job' and take care of Beyond at the same time, but figured that until Death at the very least groveled for forgiveness, he wouldn't give a damn about his job.

Beyond was more fun, and Harry was needed more with Beyond than with Death right now anyways.