AN: I was going to writer an Easter fic, but I decided against it. Sorry, by the way, I have a song lyric of the day thing now. They will be Death Note related…So that's it for this AN. Thanks to my sister who is my beta.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warnings: Character Death, Matt/Mello, Spoilers for Matt and Mello's real names and HP book 4, Hatred of the number 4, Matt goes through withdrawal, and No smexy Mello.

Song Lyric of the Day: My long lost buddies say I'm gettin in too deep. But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it, I try so hard, I can't rise above it. I Like It; I Love It by Tim McGraw. (Matt's addiction anyone?)

First Night and Matt's Addiction

He inhaled the sent of the chocolate wrappers. Mello, they smelled like Mello. This act of smelling the chocolate seemed fine to him, but to others it seemed very odd.

"Mail, what are you doing?" Ron asked.

"Smelling these wrappers." He said as he took a deep breath. He sighed as the sent overpowered him.

"You are aware that if you are attempting to get high wrappers are not an inhalant." Hermione asked. Because she was raised a muggle she knew that people did things like that.

"I've been high, not fun. I am not trying to get high. I just like the smell of chocolate and really need to smell it." Ron just nodded and looked at Matt like he was insane. Matt just shrugged it off and smelled the wrappers again. He then put them back into his bag and pulled out pajamas. Green and Pink stripes. He loved stripes. He didn't know where these came from though. He didn't wear pink at all. He threw them on the bed. He felt the other two watching him. He didn't like it. He looked at them through his goggles.

"Must you two stare at me? It is quite annoying." He saw Ron quickly turn his head and Hermione shyly look down. Matt groaned on the inside. He knew what that gesture meant. She had a crush on him. He knew from the few girls that looked at him back at Wammy's. They would always look down like that and then say that they liked him. Matt was considering putting a sign that said he was gay on. No, not a great idea he decided. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the pink and green pajamas. He started to head for the door. Then he realized that he had no idea where the bathroom was.
"Where is the bathroom?" Ron gave him the directions. So Matt went to change in the bathroom. Once he got changed he looked into the mirror. He took off his goggles and put them on the counter. He splashed his face with water a few times.

"You look like a watermelon dear." A female voice said. Matt looked around. He heard the voice again.

"I mean look at your self. Pink and Green are not your colors."
"Hello voice…who are you?"

"In front of you dear." Matt looked in front of him. All he saw was the mirror.

"All I see is a mirror…"

"That's me." Matt just shook his head and accepted the fact that the mirror was talking to him. It made just as much sense as every thing else.

"But you do look like a watermelon and you should also never put those goggles back on. They make you look like a fly…" Matt got angry at the mirror and punched it. The mirror broke. Matt shook his hand. Blood flew a bit. He looked around for the source of the blood. He looked at his hand. The pieces of glass cut his hand up. He threw his goggles back on. He went back down to the sitting room and saw his mother and two oldest brothers. He put his hand behind his back.

"Um…Mom…do you have a first aid kit?" She looked at him.

"No why do you ask?" Matt clenched his teeth and breathed in.

"Well, the bathroom mirror was insulting me…so I punched it. It kind of broke and…well…" He pulled his hand out. She gasped. The older boys went over and looked at his hand. One pulled out a stick and said a few funny words. Then his hand felt a lot better and wasn't cut anymore.

"How did you do that?" He asked. His brother laughed.

"Magic…did someone give you that talk?" Matt nodded.

"I forgot all about that…" He then thanked his brother and went back up to the room he was staying in. He saw Ron and Hermione reading a letter. He went behind them and attempted to read it. The penmen ship was bad and he couldn't.

"I'm back, who's the letter from?" They jumped a little when they heard Matt talk.

"It's from our friend Harry." Ron answered. Matt took the letter from them and opened it. You could tell a lot about a person by seeing how they wrote. The handwriting was messy.

"Your friend is a boy right?"

"Yes." Matt nodded. He looked at the signature next.

"Is he famous?"
"Yes…"

"Does he hate being famous?"
"Yes but how did you know that?" Matt held back a laugh.

"I took a handwriting course. I had to pay a lot of attention to it. In the line of work I want it would be very helpful." Matt looked over the letter more.

"I would say this letter was written by a male your age. With…brown hair…not to sure about that. He has long arms and great reflexes. Right handed. Hates it but is famous. Any of that right?" Ron and Hermione's eyes both widened.

"All of it but the hair…how did you do that? No one can tell that much from a letter." Matt shook his head.

"You see the way the handwriting is? That indicates a dark haired person. You know, I could never tell if it was black or brown. People with lighter hair have better handwriting and a better style. The way he signs his letters makes it seem like he hates to sign his name. So I can infer that he is famous, but hates it. The long arms and great reflexes come from the fact the ink slipped a bit. But the ink isn't smudged at all, so he must have great reflexes. If you pay attention to all this you can often tell if a letter is forged or not."

"You're making it up. There is no way you can tell that from one letter."

"There is. I wanted to be a detective, so things like this help."

"You wanted to be a detective?"

"That or work right under one. I could've been either." Matt knew he was going to one of these. He would either beat both Mello and Near, or Mello would win and he would work with Mello. He would be a very hip young Watari. He laughed at this thought. He ignored Ron and Hermione's stares of question and got into bed and took his goggles off. Ron and Hermione got the hint and Hermione left with a goodnight Mail. Ron got ready for bed and went to bed, too. The two slept soundly for a time, then Matt had a nightmare. He woke up almost screaming. He was terrified. Normally after a nightmare he would crawl into Mello's bed and sleep there for the night. Then in the morning Mello would ask what happened in the nightmare. The same thing happened the other way around. Mello would have a nightmare and crawl into Matt's bed for the night. But Matt didn't know what to do now. He looked in the dark to Ron. He got out of bed and went to him. He shook him awake.

"Ron? Ron are you up?" Ron grumbled.

"What is it Mail, I'm trying to sleep."

"I know, but I had a nightmare." Ron lifted his head up a bit to look at Matt.

"So what? Just go back to bed." Matt shook his head

"I'm scarred do you think I can sleep with you tonight?" Ron looked at him.

"What?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight, I had nightmare." Ron just looked like he might laugh at Matt.

"Bugger off, go sleep in your own bed." He then went back to sleep. So Matt started whimpering to get him to let him in. Ron threw a pillow at him and yelled

"Bugger off and sleep you pratt." So Matt walked to his bed and tried to get to sleep, but it wouldn't come and he was scared. So he picked up his goggles and wrapped a blanket around him. He reached for a something to protect him. He found a small baseball bat. He would take that incase zombies showed up. So carrying his goggles, and a weapon he walked through the halls. He stopped at the first door. The girl's room. He decided no to go there. He continued until he found the twins and the Rodger wannabe. He didn't want to enter that room at all. He walked on and thought he saw something. He ran into the closest room. The oldest boys' room. They weren't that bad. Matt tried to remember their names. Bill and Charlie, he thought it was it. He chose one of the names and went to one of the boys.

"Um…Bill?" He poked the boy. The boy squinted and looked at him.

"I'm Charlie, but what is it Mail…and why do you have a beater bat?"

"The bat is for the zombies…and I had a nightmare and was wondering…" He looked down and mumbled his request.

"What? I really can't hear what you wanted." Matt looked embarrassed.

"I said I was scared and wondered if I could sleep with you tonight?" Charlie just looked at him. That was an odd request for someone his age. But he just moved over and let Matt climb up in the bed.

"Just this once okay." Matt nodded and used Charlie as a pillow. Charlie wondered why he said Mail could sleep with him for the night. Charlie didn't get much sleep that night. Mail was loud when he slept. He was surprised that Bill didn't wake up. When he finally did get to sleep he was woken up an hour later by his roommate.

"Charlie, why is Mail sleeping on you?" Charlie yawned.

"He woke me up in the middle of the night about a nightmare and asked if he could sleep here tonight. I just let him."

"Isn't he a bit old for things like that?" Charlie nodded.

"He didn't grow up with parents maybe that's why he's like this?" Bill shrugged and attempted to wake Matt up. Matt did wake up with a yawn. He opened his eyes to see a red-head. He remembered a nightmare, but he didn't know where he was or who these people were. He thought for a moment then remembered he had a family.

"Morning…head hurts…ow." Matt was going through withdrawal with out cigarettes or video games.

"Morning to you too…were you really that scared to sleep alone?" The other boy (that must have been Bill) asked. Matt nodded. He got off the bed and found where he dropped his goggles on the floor. He picked them up and put them on. He blinked a few times. The two other boys were making morning small talk. Matt didn't understand a lot of it, but what he did understand he commented on. Soon he left the room and went to the room he was suppose to be in. He saw that Ron was sleeping. Matt smiled and went to the bathroom. He saw the mirror was fixed. He put a towel over it and got a bucket out. He filled the bucket with cold water. He carried it up to the room. He went to the side of Ron's bed.

"Hey Ron." Ron just told him to bugger off. So Matt dumped the bucket on him. He jumped out of bed and chased him. Matt ran down the stairs and into the kitchen behind his mom. Ron followed cussing him out.

"COME BACK HE-" He stopped screaming when he saw his mother.

"Ron, why are you all wet?" Ron half growled and looked at Matt.

"He poured water all over me while I was sleeping!" She turned to Matt

"Is this true?" Matt shook his head.

"No, I woke him up first. I know he was up, he told me to bugger off, and then I dumped water on him. He was awake and I did warn him I was there."

"You never said that-"

"I have a picture of whose fault it is…" Matt said.

"Let me see." Matt gave it to Ron.

"This is a picture of me…"
"Then you confess! Cool." Ron looked confused. He then started taunting Matt about being afraid of sleeping alone. Matt's headache was getting worse and he told Ron off.

"Will you shut up? I have a headache already, must you make it worse?" He rubbed his temples and shut his eyes. He needed a cigarette, a video game he just needed something to make the pain stop.

"Mail, do you want some breakfast?" Matt shook his head at the person. If he opened his eyes to see who it was that would let light in his eyes. Matt didn't like light. But the voice would not go away.

"Are you sure you don't want breakfast Mail?" Matt shook his head again.

"Sure? It's really good." Matt was fed up with it now.

"Really Reall-"
"SHUT UP BITCH! I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT ANYTHING!" He screamed at the person. He opened his eyes to see it was Hermione. She looked ready to cry.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled I don't want anything ok." She nodded and left him alone. He knew that what he just said would get him in trouble, but he didn't care. He was mad and his temper wasn't too good at the moment. He didn't just want something, he needed it. He felt his stomach ache for tobacco. He started to go up to his room, but got stopped by the twins. So he was dragged to breakfast. He was thrown into a chair and food was put in front of him. He didn't even play with it. He just looked at it.

"Mail, why don't you eat your food?" One of the twins asked.

"I don't feel good." Was all he said. His mother put her hand on his forehead.

"You seem fine." She said. He shook his head.

"I'm not feeling good." The twins snickered.

"What do you have?" Matt looked to them. His head ached so bad he could have swore that there were more then two of them.

"stomachache, headache, my eyes hurt if I open them, I feel tired, and I'm not hungry."

"Sounds like a hangover..." One of his older brothers said. Matt shook his head.

"No, hangovers aren't this bad. I have hangovers all the time…I think there fun really." His mother didn't like this.

"How do you know this?" Matt rolled his eyes…bad idea, the world was now spinning.

"My friend and I would go down to a corner bar and get drunk once or twice a month and then have hangovers in the morning. You never could tell we were drunk the night before, we were so good at hiding it. Rodger never knew…" Oops, he shouldn't have said that.

"What! You did what? How could you do that? First the cigarettes and now you drink! What if something had happen? I wish you would have been caught!" His mother exclaimed.

"We almost got caught once…we took this other kid with us and gave him something. We told him it was water. He got so drunk he was drunk the next morning and he sang love ballads to everyone. Then we dyed his hair green…My friend and I were so good at hiding it we didn't get in any trouble." He chuckled a bit, then he hurt himself by laughing. His mother didn't look to happy.

"We learned things, too. Like 8 year-olds and whiskey don't mix. We stuck with Beer until we were 12... Then he really liked rum, I was more of a vodka man." His mother was furious now.

"You were drinking when you were 8?!" Matt nodded.

"Ya…Only once a month, we only got to twice a month when we were 14...We never drank much anyway, I only drank enough so I could get a hangover the next morning. He was never that drunk." His mother was very angry.

"Were you drinking last night? Is that why you are like this today?"
"No, I'm having withdrawal symptoms. It's from not smoking." Matt rubbed his temples again. He had one eye open and one eye closed. He saw Hermione watching the discussion very carefully. His mother was now just looking at him. The family got on a discussion on Quidditch. Matt had no clue what that was.

"What is Quidditch?" He asked. Soon he was launched into a full explanation. As far as he could tell it was some game like basketball that was played in the air on brooms (that's very cliché he thought). But it had three rings to score in. He nodded and half got it. Then his mother said something about shopping for a wand. Matt didn't know what a wand was, but he just let her talk. He just wanted to smoke and sleep. But cigarettes were bad and sleep was out of the question. He hated having a family.

AN: Ok, end chapter. This is a terrible chapter…Matt likes hangovers and Mello loves Rum. I need a life and Near has green hair(if you didn't know that they got him drunk.) The sad thing is, that is the summery of the St. Patrick's day fic I was writing. Ok, Matt is having withdrawal and is not happy. Poor kid, Ron is so mean to him. Ok, few questions again.

1. Sigh Once again I ask What house? Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? Please put why you think he should be in this house.

2. Last time I'm doing this question too. Moody's pet. Snake or Platypus? Those are your choices. I don't need a reason just pick one.

3. Am I making Matt too annoying with his addictions? I'll cool it a bit if I am.

5. Mello/Matt or L/Light?

6. What is your least favorite chapter?

Ok, once again Matt and Mello are fictional. Drugs, Alcohol, and smoking are very bad and don't do them. Hope you have a nice drug/alcohol/smoking free day. See you next chapter, happy Easter.