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. Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait, here's Chapter 7 in all it's glory! When you finish reading, be sure to thank Starlight Pheonix for the update, I got her review while I was on vacation in New Mexico last week and typed this chapter up on my laptop. It would have been posted sooner if the hotel had free Wi-Fi. *grumbles* Anyways, Enjoy!


Death's Servant

Written By:-Ciel Leon-


Chapter 7- Idiocy

Harry didn't expect it to be as easy as it was to get L to agree to letting him adopt Beyond.

He ended up explaining to L everything that had happened in the past few days- from his meeting with Beyond when he went to take him to the hotel, Beyonds' request as well as also telling L about his problems with Death and what Harry viewed as his 'silent rebuttal'.

L simply said that his actions were understandable, but to inform him when he was planning on towing Beyond around with him.

Harry scoffed and responded with: "So you want me to tell you whenever I go out?"

L didn't respond, ending the call without a word.

Harry grumbled quietly to himself as he returned to the hotel room, scooping up a hidden Beyond Birthday (who let out a shriek of surprise) as he made his way out of the lobby.

"Honestly, one would think the Greatest Detective in the world wouldn't need to be informed every time I leave a room."


It started about two days later.

The news of the heart attacks originating in Canada that is.

Harry and Beyond had left for the nice city of Santa Fe in New Mexico a day earlier and both had already checked into the Buffalo Thunder Hotel and Casino.

The hotel was nice, large and spacey, with two pools and multiple bars and restaurants.

This didn't matter too much at the moment since the duo were secluded in their hotel room, their recently bought suit cases and supplies (courtesy of L and a handy credit card) thrown haphazardly in the closet as Harry cuddled with an exhausted Beyond on the queen sized bed.

"Well this certainly is a mess than hmmm?"

Beyond merely mumbled quietly into Harry's shoulder before shifting into a more comfortable position in Harry's lap.

The reporter began with explaining that hundreds of criminals all over the world started dying of heart attacks. Healthy young criminals.

Harry sighed.

"Really? I left that bastard behind and this happens? Goddamn it, I hate the afterlife. Next time I see a Shinigami, I'm gonna beat its head in for this."

Sighing, Harry decided to wait until Beyond woke to make a move- he didn't want to see Death anytime soon.

Unfortunately, both time and Beyond seemed to be against him in that aspect since his recently adopted son stirred in Harry's arms, reluctantly opening his red eyes before yawning cutely.

Not that Harry would ever call Beyond cute within hearing range.

Beyond was a devious little blighter when he wanted to be, much like Harry in that aspect, so much so that Harry wouldn't be surprised if Death was cursing them still even when they were hundreds of miles away.

"Whah iz it?"

"Some crazy got his hands on a Death Note."

Harry sighed, he'd been hoping to ignore the whole thing for as long as he could, but that didn't seem possible.

As it turned out, Harry didn't need to lift a finger.

The police arrested the culprit easily since the moron had gone to a bar, gotten drunk and spewed his guts to his disbelieving interrogators.

Harry ended up apparating to the man's cell, dosing the idiot with veriterserum, getting the location of the Death Note, retrieving said Note and as he'd vowed to do, beating the Shinigami's head in.

Harry was majorly thankful that he'd avoided going to see Death, even if he had to see the curious fascination on Beyonds face as he'd thrashed the Shinigami.

Harry was very happy when an embarrassed Beyond admitted he was interested in finding out if he could thrash the undead as well.

Harry grinned evilly in response and let Beyond throw a punch at the magically bound Shinigami.

As it turned out, Beyond hit the creature hard enough to give it whip-lash.

The duo celebrated with chocolate and strawberry jam.


L was beside himself.

He'd been watching the interrogation of the drunk Charlie Whimser in an attempt to figure out if the man was simply telling a tall tale, and then of course, he'd found the camera footage of Harry interrogating the man.

Conclusion, 'Death Notes' did exist and Harry was either in charge of them or supposed to be getting rid of them.

L had multiple theories, but these two had the highest percentage and while the first hypothesis held less ground when compared to Harry's personality than the other, it remained that there was a possibility.

L disliked the fact, but no matter what he thought of the deceased young man who had cheerfully taken in young Beyond and even bantered with L did not mean L could let his feelings overwhelm his logic.

It didn't matter how intriguing it was to watch Harry interrogate someone, or how L could notice his heart rate increased slightly.

L broke off that train of thought and roughly shoved it into a section in the back of his mind labeled 'Under any circumstances do not examine.'

L spotted Watari watching him from the corner of his eye as the older man began placing a great selection of candies and cakes upon the desk L was sitting at as he watched the footage.

L immediately reached for a slice of cheesecake, grabbing a handful of Oreo cookies that he then mashed and sprinkled upon the cake slice.

The desire to reach for the bottle of chocolate syrup placed on the desk a second later was nearly overwhelming but L managed to resist.

"L?"

L minutely shook his head.

He would be fine, he just needed his sugar and a new case.

Needed to keep his mind occupied.

L sighed and turned back to his laptop.

A second later, he frowned.

Harry hadn't called to say he was going out.


Death scowled as he leaned against his hotel room window, bringing his hand up to examine it.

It had been dyed orange with purple poka-dots, and his hair was now a bright neon green.

He wasn't happy, and he believed he had his servant to blame.

Though he was dumb founded as to why he couldn't get his skin to stop itching.