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. Yeah, Sorry it's been so long everyone! Hi! Sorry got really distracted, god –damn, the month of May is hectic. Anyways, my mind is scatterbrained as usual and decided to go on a reading binge. Meh, I blame AO3. That's all beside the point, here's a new chapter, sorry it's so late and OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT NUMBER! Arghinakjsd! *Flails* You are all amazing! No Seriously! I love you all! Okay, whew, shutting up now…


Deaths' Servant

Written By: -Ciel Leon-


Chapter 6- Plans

Harry left Beyond asleep on the bed, and after finishing his shower, went downstairs to the lobby in order to retrieve some food.

The trip was short but it gave Harry a little while to think.

Honestly, Death had ended up being a nuisance since the moment he'd popped up in Harry's life- death-thing- oh whatever!- either way the damn deity was more trouble than he was worth and Harry was really tempted to ask Beyond about torture methods.

He probably shouldn't give into the temptation.

Even though the arse deserved it.

Anyways, question was, what would he do about Beyond.

He loved the manic genius like an older brother or possibly a father would and if the boys' reaction in the park was any indication, Beyond was continuously surrounded by people who only feared or hated him, and really, Harry was not going to allow that any longer.

End of Story.

So he was keeping the kid, alright, now if Harry had understood a bit about L then the detective would probably be all over Beyonds disappearance soon. The way Harry figured it; he would need to find a way to reassure L that B hadn't been kidnapped or some such rot.

Detectives. What a paranoid bunch.

Disgruntled, Harry returned to his hotel room and set down the food he had bought before leaving the hotel completely.

He had a bread-crumb trail to lay.


When Watari got a call from Whammy's House, he usually dealt with the problem in private away from L's ears because the detective would usually turn and scowl at him because of the interruption.

Despite the usual reaction he received, as soon as Watari heard: "It's about B-" he shoved the phone into L's grasp.

The insomniac stared at it before rolling his obsidian eyes at Whammy.

"What is it?" Short, demanding, and to the point. No niceties.

Really, Quilish thought he'd taught L a bit better than that but… oh well.

L shifted his weight in his computer chair causing it to swivel slightly.

Then, the detective uncurled from his normal crouched position.

Whammy's instincts, so in-tune with L's needs and reactions instantly began screaming.

'Danger! Danger! Explosion Imminent! Evacuate! Evacuate!'

He listened and bolted from the detectives' room as fast as his legs would carry him.


L glowered at his computer screen where he watched the CCTV footage of Beyond leaving the orphanage.

Why had he left Roger in charge of the House again? The man hated children, even if they were geniuses and the man seemed to hate Beyond most of all.

However, such feelings should be devoid from a necessary and a professional conversation, and yet the elder man had let his emotions catch up with him which happened to be unprofessional, unnecessary, undesired, and unwelcome.

L had very low tolerance for multiple things such as shoes, socks, people, idiots, and yelling.

The detective promptly chucked Whammy's cell phone blindly behind him, listening only to the satisfying thwack it made upon impact before returning to the camera footage.

It really wasn't that hard to deduce the likely-hood of events as soon as he watched Beyond entering St. Cross Park.

L sighed.

Now he had a spirit/being to find and interrogate.


When Harry returned to the room, night had already fallen and Beyond was perched on the queen sized bed munching upon a chocolate chip cookie.

Harry raised an eyebrow and Beyond merely smirked in response before proffering the rest of the food (a carton of salad) in his direction.

Chuckling, Harry sat down beside his little genius on the bed, wrapping and arm across bony shoulders and pulling B to his side before opening the salad container, hunting down a fork and beginning to eat.

Beyond was hesitant when he spoke, as though he was choosing the words so carefully he was afraid of what would happen if he said the wrong word.

"What are you going to… do about me?"

Harry tightened his arm around the young genius' shoulders before resting his chin atop the mess of Beyonds raven colored hair.

"Beyond, you're not going back to Whammy's unless you want to, I'd love to adopt you, but I'm supposed to be dead and well… I figured we'd talk to L about forging adoption papers or-"

Harry's eyes widened slightly as he felt Beyonds slim, though strong, arms wrap around his throat in an awkward hug.

"I'm not going to let you go Beyond, I'll never leave you behind."

Beyond quivered slightly as a small huff of relief escaped him, and Harry couldn't help but smile and press his lips into Beyonds hair.

"Sooo… how would you feel, about say… pranking Death?"

Beyond jerked his head up to meet Harry's eyes which he searched for a moment before a wide grin broke out across the twelve year olds face and a cackle slowly began to fill the room.

Harry's smirk was all teeth.


L sent young A to check out the park.

Sometimes L wished he didn't have to work with the kids in order to see if they had the right amount of potential but in all honesty, it was the best way to test them.

You can never trust a written test; they never accurately depicted how a person would react to real situations and times of emotional stress.

And young A was stressed, L could see it as clearly as if he was counting the number of M&M's in his cookie (16, five blue, three green, two red, six yellow).

L knew A wasn't stressed because it was B that was missing; no he was stressed because he believed B had been kidnapped.

In retrospect, it would be understandable if that was actually what had happened, Beyond was second in the race and wasn't even trying (that said quite a bit on its own), but Beyond was absolutely ruthless when threatened and had several fighting styles mastered to back up any claim.

Well, A didn't really know that, all A had to reflect upon was- oh, that day when he had started (more-like tried) to pick on B only to find himself flat on his back, winded, arm broken, and ankle twisted. Beyond had put a stop to any bullying he might have become the focus of fairly quickly.

Now, A was shakily holding the laptop L was using to communicate to him with and walking around an almost deserted park in the early morning with only L for company.

There was a 72.693% chance that such a situation was not helping A's nerves.

Well, the kid would have to deal with it.

L monotonously told A to approach the tree where he'd met Harry, and there, carved into the trees bark, was a simple, almost unnoticeable lightning bolt- an imitation of Harry's scar.

Nodding, L ordered A back to the orphanage, not commenting on the near sob of relief that escaped A as the boy fled the park.

L rolled his eyes.

Didn't kids have any sense of adventure these days?


Harry and Beyond were briefly disturbed in their prank planning when an odd chirping noise interrupted their debate on materials.

"What the heck-"

Beyond was already bounding off the bed and towards his backpack, where he rummaged through several pockets before retrieving a silver Nokia 3210 cell phone which he proceeded to answer with a bright "Yello!"

Harry blinked and cocked his head slightly when B grinned before shoving the cell into Harry's hands.

"I trust there is a reason why you kidnapped my successor without informing me."

Harry blinked, smirked and said, "Why L darling it's so nice to hear your voice again! How's your life fairing?"

L's response was quite indignant, "Heathen! You stole my genius!"