Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Death Note. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, and both Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata respectively. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. So in short, don't sue me. It'd cost more in legal fees than you'd actually get, considering I own nothing besides my own plot.

Authors Note: Yay another chapter and it didn't take me forever to actually write it! It's kind of short compared to the others. I have more written that was going to be a part of this chapter however I think it would be better split into it's own chapter, so I basically have half of the next chapter already written. Thanks again for reading, reviewing, so on and so forth. Oh and I'd like to thank the anonymous reviewers who I'm unable to thank individually, I really appreciate the feedback. I suppose in retrospect my last chapter wasn't so terrible but at the time I was rather cranky from trying to work through killer writers block. I'm glad you all seemed to like it. On an ambigious note I will elude to the past warnings I have made and just say for future reference, don't let your guards down and always remember, in my story no one is safe. Well beyond that happy reading!

"Deathly Hallows, Death Notes, Saviors, and Sleuths"

By Pink Bismuth

Chapter Five: Airplanes, Articles, and 'Accidents'

"So you really are leaving already?"

Harry turned around to see Ginny leaning against the door-frame of the room that had once been hers; it had since been transformed into a guest room. Arms crossed over her chest, she was sending him a worried look. He sighed as he turned back to the trunk he was packing. He closed it, activating several magical locks, shrinking it down to stick in his pocket before addressing her.

"Yeah Gin I'm heading back sooner than I'd thought, Molly's not too mad is she?"

"Mum? Nah, she's not mad, worried but not mad," she answered pushing off the door-frame to go sit on the bed next to Harry. "Course I think we're all a bit worried Harry, you've been acting really odd lately, well, odder than usual," she amended playfully before pausing to give him a stern look very similar to her mothers. "And if you think that glamour is enough to hide those bags under your eyes you're sadly mistaken." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously before continuing, fixing him with a piercing gaze, "You obviously aren't getting any sleeping, you've been all jumpy and I know you're hiding something, when you told us what you've been up to lately I knew you were holding something back." When she finished her sentence, she allowed herself to fall back so that she was leaning against the wall behind the bed. The look on her face clearly defying him to deny what she'd said or explain himself.

Harry was surprised to say the least; he thought he had done a better job of acting normal than that. To think she even noticed the glamour, he just hoped Molly and Hermione hadn't as they were the ones he was most trying to hide it from. He hated it when they coddled him, as though they didn't do it enough already. If they knew that he was missing sleep, there would be no end to the mothering. Keeping track of his eating and sleeping habits seemed to be a mutual interest of theirs.

"What makes you think I'm hiding anything?" he asked attempting to keep his voice casual and failing miserably.

Ginny gave him an exasperated look before rolling her eyes, "You're joking right? How long have we known each other Harry? You know you're terrible at lying to people you're close to, Hermione knew from your letters that something was up, but she hasn't said anything because Ron thinks you'll tell us when you want to."

"And you disagree?"

"Oh I'm sure you'd tell us eventually, probably after whatever it is that's bothering you is over," she said looking out the window at the darkened orchard where they usually played Quidditch, it was rather early in the morning and the sun had yet to properly rise. "Honestly if Hermione had known you were leaving this early she'd probably be here to question you too, they're only waiting because they thought you'd be here longer."

"It's no big deal Gin really I'm just going back a bit early to check on something," he told her following her gaze out the window avoiding eye contact. It really wasn't a big deal, he was just being irrationally nervous, he would go to Japan and find nothing wrong and realize how foolish he was being. Yet for some reason Harry couldn't help but feel like he was lying to Ginny and perhaps to himself.

"If it's no big deal," she turned her head to look him in the eye, "than why are you calling me Gin?" a little bit of anger seeped into her voice as she asked this. "You only call me Gin when you're hiding something."

"That's not true-," he started; he noticed her hands clenched into fists at her side and found himself horribly annoyed at her. What right did she have to demand answers from him or to be angry when he didn't comply?

"Yes it is and you know it! Now tell me what's bothering you, I just want to help-," she demanded loudly, a definite hint of frustration coloring her voice.

Harry cut her off, "Really, help me? You want to help stop what's bothering me? Well go away and you'll have helped a ton," he said waving at the door. He was starting to get very irritated with her prodding, it was not her business, she never knew when to just let things go. One of the reasons they didn't work out as a couple.

Ginny narrowed her eyes at him as she rose from the bed, her hands going to her hips. "Fine, I'll leave you alone, but don't say I didn't try to help you when you end up back in Saint Mungos or worse!"

Their tempers had also been a contributing factor in their break up. Harry hadn't meant to snap at her and he certainly didn't want this to be the way he said good-bye. He quickly jumped up from the bed to follow after her, "Damn it Ginny wait, I didn't mean to snap at you," he took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm sorry please don't be mad."

She halted in the doorway before turning around to look at him with a guarded expression, her arms going up to cross over her abdomen. She searched his face for a few seconds, and seemed to find what she was looking for before taking a deep breath and looking at her feet.

"Yeah, it's alright, sorry for being pushy. I-" She looked up at him, her face softening. "Oh bugger, I'm just worried about you, I mean none of us have seen you in a month and the last time I did see you, you were a mess all because of that Bastard and now you're all jumpy and keeping secrets. I just don't want you getting into any kind of trouble when you're so far away from all of us."

Harry smiled as he responded, "You don't have to worry Ginny I can take care of myself and if I get into any real trouble I couldn't handle you know I'd tell you guys."

The corner of Ginny's mouth quirked into a half smile as she nodded her head, "Yeah I guess, won't make me worry any less though,"

"Wouldn't expect you to" he responded.

"Idiot," she muttered childishly.

"Nag," he responded just as childishly as he walked passed her to the doorway bending over to pick up a long, flesh-colored piece of string off the floor. He then said, "You hear that Ron, Hermione you've got nothing to worry about."

Sure enough, a very sheepish looking Ron and Hermione appeared at his doorway. They both looked embarrassed at being caught, though Hermione alternately sent Ron her patented 'I told you so' look. From this Harry guessed using Extendable Ears must have been Ron's idea. Ginny seemed surprised, apparently she had not been in on their spying, she turned to glare at Ron.

"Whatever happened to, 'He'll tell us when he's ready'?" she asked her brother.

Ron just shrugged his shoulders as he responded with, "Er- Constant Vigilance?"

Ginny huffed and Hermione rolled her eyes before saying, "He wanted to know just as bad as you and I did."

"And yet none of you got any answers," said Harry cheerfully, smiling as he pushed his way past them and out the door. As he headed down the stairs he paused to look back at them before saying, "Come on lets go have breakfast, I'm going to need you guys to run interference between me and Molly, I don't think I can take another one of her guilt trips before leaving."

After a long and dragged out breakfast during which Molly went to great lengths to lecture on the virtues of home and the disadvantages of travel Harry was finally on a flight back to Japan. As anxious as he was to get back in a hurry it could not deter his great dislike of magical travel and thus he had been sitting in an uncomfortable plane seat for hours. He was next to a window currently staring out at the wispy white puffs of cloud that passed by.

On his other side was a toddler who kept staring at him with an unnervingly concentrated gaze, a tiny drool covered hand in mouth and the boy's mother who appeared to be reading a Japanese entertainment magazine, a ditsy blond staring out from the cover. He glanced at the picture and the first word that sprung to mind was 'jail-bait', honestly what was it about Japan and Lolita style clothing? He sighed, shaking his head as he turned to look back out the window.

Harry couldn't help another sigh, this one wistful as he looked at the clouds. It had been far too long since he'd flown. Traveling by airplane was a completely different experience when one knew how it felt to really fly, to touch those clouds. Sure brooms couldn't go as high up as an airplane could but flying by broom was so much more exciting. Maybe after he settled in again he could go to a public Quidditch court somewhere in Japan and fly for a bit. He smiled as he thought about it, yes that was something he would definitely have to do.

'Haven't flown since...' he paused, smile dropping off his face as his eyes ran down to his left hand and the ring. It had very much become a handcuff, anchoring him to something he just couldn't seem to let go of. He hadn't flown since the day before the Quidditch World Cup, when he and Oliver had been flying together; it had been one of their favorite pass times.

'The flying was almost as good as the se-' Harry suddenly blushed bright red at his sudden line of thought as he become horribly aware of the innocent toddler who was still staring at him. Harry viciously tossed aside the inappropriate thoughts he was having as though afraid the toddler could somehow read his mind. He nervously went to grab the plastic cup of apple juice that the flight attendant had given him (and oh didn't Harry just love getting that particular drink) but his hand bumped clumsily into it and he knocked it over spilling juice all over the tray it was sitting on as well as himself. The toddler laughed and the mother looked up from her magazine, seeing his plight she smiled as she said "Oh here I've got some wet naps you can use," reaching into her bag before handing him a few wet naps to clean himself off with.

Harry felt an unpleasant choking sensation as the Japanese translating charm he'd applied before getting on the plane switched over to English allowing him to understand and speak his own native tongue. It was probably one of the most annoying features of translating charms, each translating charm was unique to the language you tried to speak and unless you could say the individual spell in the language you hoped to translate in you couldn't perform it. Most annoyingly if you knew the spell in a variety of languages all it took was one sentence in said language for the charm to automatically switch over. He had learned the spell in Japanese for the sake of his trip, and of course being a native English speaker he knew it in English. He also knew the charm in French thanks to Fleur, he suspected it was an attempt to bridge the language gap between him and her sister Gabrielle. Fleur's attempt at playing matchmaker after Harry and Ginny's break up.

He tried to ignore it as he answered back, "Thanks," he said gratefully, embarrassed as he wiped himself off.

"No problem, you have kids and wet naps become your best friend," she replied smiling, she than looked at her son who had now stopped laughing and was instead attempting to poke Harry who was just out of his little reach. She grabbed another wet nap and proceeded to clean the drool off her son's face. Reaching in her bag again she grabbed a small box of crayons and a coloring book setting them up on the tray in front of her son's seat to distract him. "I'm sorry, I've been really into this magazine all flight, he hasn't been bothering you has he?"

"Oh no, no he's fine, very good kid you have there, hasn't cried once since we took off, first time I've ever seen a child not cry on a plane," he responded quick to reassure her. He was wondering though how she could read that Japanese Magazine if she spoke English, "So... good read?" he asked gesturing to the magazine.

"Hmmm... Oh yes, well sort of," she blushed a bit. "I can only understand bits and pieces of it, I don't actually speak Japanese fluently I found this sitting here, probably from the last flight, thought it'd be good practice." She held up the magazine before continuing, "From what I can understand it's pretty interesting though, this article I'm reading is all about some guy named Kira, goes around killing bad guys, apparently the model on the covers a big fan of his or something."

"You don't say," he said while mentally sighing, of course more Kira talk.

"Yeah, but I think all this translating is giving me a headache, think I'm going to switch over to my own book," she finished putting it aside to reach into her seemingly endless bag to grab a novel from it.

Harry knew he shouldn't, he was telling himself to just let it go, not to do it but he couldn't help it as he turned to the women and asked, "If you're done with it mind if I borrow?" he asked cursing himself the whole time. She nodded with a simple, "Sure," as she passed it to him before settling into her novel.

Ms. Jail-bait was staring up at him from the cover accusingly before he tore the stupid thing open and read. Again he was seized with the unpleasant sensation of the charm switching languages. This time it was accompanied with blurred vision as his eyes adjusted to the Japanese symbols being transformed into letters of the English alphabet. It did not seem to be a particularly classy magazine, quite a bit of gossip in it; apparently, the Sakura Corporation owned it. Harry rather disapproved of their news show and he doubted his opinion of their magazine would be any different. As Harry flipped through it, he came across a picture with a heavily censored face of what appeared to be a victim of Kira.

'This is why I hate Sakura corp. they have no shame,' Harry thought frowning as he looked at the picture of the man splayed out on the ground dead. His frown deepened further, there was something odd about the picture, but he couldn't figure out what. It looked like it was shot from a cell phone. Something about it bothered him though, besides the fact that he thought it tasteless to put a dead man's picture in their magazine. The title of the article read "Mystery Victim of Shinjuku Station". Harry's eyebrow rose at that, 'Mystery? What kind of a Mystery?' he wondered as his eyes scanned down to the article below the picture. He skimmed the article finding himself revolted with the obvious cult like worship the writer seemed to hold for Kira before the article finally got to the point.

Our mystery victim was punished in Shinjuku Station after just getting off the train. He collapsed of a heart attack; we believe he is a victim of Kira. Another man, a criminal by the name Yonegoro Nusumi, reported to have raped several women had also been punished at Shinjuku Station just hours before our mystery victim. However unlike Nusumi we were unable to get any information on him and the police have made no comment as of yet.

Harry quit reading there as the article went back to praising Kira, he frowned, 'Just because he had a heart attack doesn't mean it's Kira,' he thought, 'but then either way why couldn't they get any information on him and why didn't the police comment?' he questioned himself. If it wasn't Kira than they would have at least denied it and if it was, well they had been rather open about all the other deaths.

"Hmmm..." Harry hummed, as he looked at the censored picture once more, eyes narrowed as he examined it closely trying to figure out what it was about it that bothered him so much.

He tilted his head in confusion and then suddenly, his eyes widened in shock and he gasped as an idea struck him. The mother next to him looked up from her novel at the sound. "Hey, is something wrong?"

He looked, his head shaking no, whether at her question or in denial of his own thoughts he wasn't sure. She seemed concerned but merely shrugged her shoulders as she went back to her book.

'It's not him,' Harry told himself firmly still shaking his head looking piercingly at the picture. 'J-Just his coat, same coat, lots of people wear the same coat,' he continued as he looked at a very familiar looking gray trench coat on a man that was of the same proportions as Ray.

As soon as Harry was off the plane, he rushed through the busy airport. He hurried through the crowds; sparing no thought for the people around him as he pushed his way to the Magical part of the station. A sense of dread and urgency had gripped him as he continued to think of the nervousness he'd been feeling lately and that article he'd read.

He ran past the transportation's regulator with a called, "Apparation, Other Local, in a hurry!" over his shoulder before he quickly entered the apparation booth and disapparated to the booth in the magical post office a block from his hotel. After he quickly made his way there, he ran straight to Naomi and Ray's hotel room, number 113.

As he made his way down the hall he muttered the numbers on the doors hurriedly as he passed, "-110, 111, 112..."

"113!" he shouted before knocking roughly on the door, a sinking feeling overcoming him as nobody answered.

"Naomi! R-Ray!" he shouted loudly, pounding even harder on the door, silently willing someone to answer.

He gave up and turned to leave, when he heard the click of a lock on the door being undone. He turned around hopefully as the door opened and gave a sigh and smiled in relief as he saw Naomi. When she didn't return his smile a feeling of dread returned. He looked at her, she was dressed all in black, her normally poised and confident posture looking slumped in defeat. But it was when he looked in her eyes that he knew. That dead look said it all, before she said one word Harry knew; the mystery victim was no longer a mystery.

Harry was sitting on the couch in Naomi's hotel room watching her as she impassively poured him and herself some tea in a robotic manner. They sat there for several minutes drinking their tea, Harry quite at a loss for what to say and still rather shocked. How could this have happened? However, if Naomi's state had not been enough confirmation what she said upon his inquiry of Ray's whereabouts was.

"Ray is gone Harry-kun."

"G-Gone?"

"There was an accident, he- he passed away."

After that she hadn't said anything beyond inviting him in for a drink, he had given his condolences and tried to find a tactful way to ask what had happened but he couldn't find the right words. He watched her worried she seemed calm, but he knew that had to be just a cover.

"So Harry-kun-"

"Naomi-san I-," they both started, interrupting one another.

"You can go first, Naomi-san,"

"Well... I- I have to say good bye Harry-kun."

"What?" he asked startled.

"I'm going to be leaving soon," she answered; there was a very determined look in her eye.

"Leaving? Where?" he asked still startled and confused.

"To visit a friend," she answered shortly looking to the side.

"To visit a friend," he repeated, eyes narrowed at the look she had, something seemed off here. "You'll have to give me a number or address I can reach you at," he continued.

"No, I'm afraid I can't do that Harry-kun," The answer was laced with seriousness as she looked at him with an intense stare.

"Why not?" he asked ignoring the look that clearly said 'stay out of it', there was something in her eyes a determination that made Harry very nervous. He had a good idea what she was going to do, what he would do if he was in her place.

"I-" she started then looked at the cup in her hands, "It's complicated Harry-kun."

"So explain I'm good with complicated things and I have all day."

She gave him a piercing look, "Somehow I don't doubt that Harrison Evans, considering your background." Or lack thereof was implied.

Harry winced. So she had investigated him and came up empty-handed, he suspected she would.

"But even so I can't get you involved Harry-kun" she continued softly, "It- well, you don't have the right insurance."

"Insurance?" he parroted confused.

"Yes I wouldn't want you to get into an accident like Ray." she answered, "The friend I'm visiting, he's an old co worker, and he wouldn't be happy if I involved someone without the right paperwork."

'Oh,' Harry thought, 'she doesn't want me to die, co worker, does she mean FBI?'. Of course, it made sense that she would want to catch Kira, but he wouldn't let her do it without him.

"What if I said I've almost been in accidents like Ray-san before, as an- occupational hazard, working for a lesser known insurance agency for years and although I don't have the official paperwork I could be extremely helpful in... lowering the costs?" Harry asked playing along. If it wasn't such a serious situation he might have found what he'd said amusing as he actually did part own a muggle insurance agency though investments the goblins at Gringotts ran.

Naomi seemed to struggle with her thoughts, indecision seeming to make her unable to answer immediately. "I- I really don't think-" she started before Harry interrupted.

"Please, Please Naomi-san let me help you. I can't let you do this alone."

"I won't be alone-"

"You're my friend Naomi-san and I- I know things, about all these accidents, I have... friends too that may know more, I might be able to help you, give you information your friend won't have, I can't tell you everything, but maybe, if the cause of all these accidents is what I think it is and I can get permission, I can tell you then. Please Naomi I don't want you to have an accident too."

Naomi stared at him for a moment and she really did seem to want to take up his offer, but at the same time, she seemed unsure. Then Harry thought of something to try to convince her further.

Dropping the facade he stared her straight in the eye holding her gaze, "Just give me a day, just one day to prove I can be useful, I just need you to hold off investigating for one day. Please just promise me you'll wait and if I can't give you new information on Kira I promise I'll..." he swallowed thickly, "I promise to not to bother you again."

After what felt like hours of staring intensely at each other she finally answered, "Alright Harry-kun, I'll wait. I've thought there was something you've been hiding, every time Kira came up you acted as though you knew something, I-" she looked to the side before looking back at him, "I promise not to do anything reckless either way."

He examined her for a second before taking what she said as truth. They finished their tea, and as Harry walked out the door she said, "You're a very good friend Harry-kun, I- goodbye Harry-kun." Something about the way she said that sounded horribly final and Harry had the feeling she didn't believe he would be able to help, or that she just might not honor her promise.

"Goodbye Naomi, I'll see you tomorrow," he said emphasizing the last as she shut the door. Before leaving Harry looked around, seeing that the hallway was empty he turned back to Naomi's closed door. Whipping out his phoenix feather wand, he waved it in a complicated set of motions muttering under his breath. He put a monitoring and a tracking spell on the door, both action released spells that would transfer to her, should she leave her room and keep him privy to her health as well as her whereabouts.

He spared only a second to feel guilty for not trusting her and invading her privacy before pushing the sentiment roughly had been far too complacent, too content with just minding his own business, he might not have been able to save Ray but he was not going to make the same mistake with Naomi. He could not just ignore this any longer; things with Kira had now become personal.

Meanwhile the world's greatest detective was staring absently at his computer screen, a small blue lollipop in his mouth. He was going to be meeting with whatever was left of the investigation team tomorrow, the FBI had pulled out from the case, his resources were becoming uncomfortably limited. He would have to show his face a sure sign that he was losing. But for now all he could do was stare at the message Kira had sent him.

"L, did you know shinigami only eat apples?"

He bit down harshly on the lollipop cracking it into pieces in his mouth, eyes narrowed angrily at the screen."I will be sure to remember that Kira, when they give you your last meal."

Authors Note: Well there we go another chapter, it's rather shorter then the others or indeed than I had originally intended but I'm happy with it. I had more planned to happen during this chapter however I thought the events to come should be a chapter of there own, on the brighter side I'm sure to get the next one out soon. Well tell me what you think!