Death's Magical Connection
Sadly I do not own either death note or harry potter all that I do own is this story idea and the puppetry that is required to make the characters do what I want. Ps. Thanks to those that reviewed and commented I enjoyed the wonderful advice.
Chapter 2
L. was having hard time breathing. In front of him stood a being that held no record, a being that was not meant to exist. It was not possible. Putting his mask of distance and lack of feeling he approached the pair. The being in front of him, he refused to admit that this was Boy, gave the impression that the being was female but small things like the small Adams apple and lack of chest told L. that this being was male.
Watari stopped his laughter and saw that the young man beside him tense. "L." it was a question in a statement that L. picked up easily and raised his eyebrows, but gave no response. Watari turned to the youth that held green gems for eyes and bowed. "I am afraid that I must leave Mr.…"
Harry gave a wary grin "Potter" the name held an instantaneous effect. The elder man rose eyes wide in shock and the other youth who looked only a few years older than himself looked as though he was lying holding a hatred in his eyes that would be on par with Snape.
Watari took a brief moment as he regained his composure. The name Potter was a well-known family name. The Potters where nobles of all kinds and the current heir was one of the richest men alive. In a magazine that he had read the Lord Potter was the most popular and out of sight being that could exist not including that the current Lord Potter had taken on the title of Lord Black not including the fortune for that family being its only heir and hold the wealth of the older family of Lupin not as well of a known family like the Potters of Blacks.
Watari was in shock as it dawned on him that he has just called on of the world's most prestigious men a woman and started to bow and apologies. He only stopped when a melodic sound of laughter filled his ears.
Harry could not help but laugh as the elderly man seemed to understand just who he had called a girl. It was a common reaction that many people had to seeing him. The best one that he could recall was the time he had gone into a shop for really nice suits wearing what a lazy teenager outfit and had gotten told by the manager that he was not welcomed there. He then went to a little shop that was being outshone by the store and brought what he thought was even better suits.
In the end he told the press about the store and who he was, case in point the store that refused to serve him was out of business rather quickly.
L. was confused something he was unaccustomed to. The fact that this was a Potter led him to the conclusion that this could not be Boy. He sighed a breath in relief that this was not his Boy. The eyes could be a connection to Boy though and that meant he would have to carefully observe the young man in front of him.
Approaching the Lord Potter L. held no restraint while he looked the young man over. Harry stopped laughing his eyebrows raising past his fringe that he used to hide his famous scar.
"You look to young to be Lord Potter from my information he was nineteen and you could not be passed fifteen."
Harry scowled turning on a forced smile that hinted at death. "Yesss I get that a lot but it does not mean that I am not nineteen and have a baby face." He had not meant for his s's to be covered in parselmouth yet the effect was in his favor and he watched as the younger man felt the displeasure Harry was thrusting at him.
L. could only remember seasoned warriors that were able to thrust that much displeasure at someone with just there voice. The only exemption to that where people who had a past haunted by blood and murder something he could not see for a Lord's child.
Watari felt the tension between the two blowing up; even the crowd had started to form some kind of bubble to avoid them. Placing his hand on L.'s shoulder he shook his head. "L. that is uncalled for. I do not think that this young man would lie to someone he had just meet."
Harry smiled sadly at the old man, he could never lie efficiently everyone always said his eyes gave away his thoughts thus gave away the truth. Suddenly he felt grief for those that he would never see again and lost all continuing this outing even if it meant he had to starve.
L. watched as what appeared to be depression consumed the being in front of him and felt an unfathomable guilt. There was no need for him to feel guilt; he had done nothing wrong and yet….
Narrowing his eyes L. held out his hand to the young man who was on the verge of leaving shacking, something obviously wrong. "Come with me." The tone of his voice left no room for anyone to argue and still Potter hesitated. Reaching out and gripping the others wrist L. started to lead the Lord to his second favorite restaurant that held the best cake.
Harry did not fight the strange man as he led them past the crowd into a restaurant that was practically empty. It was small so he did not feel as nervous or as paranoid as they took their seats. A waitress that looked amusedly at him with the look of giggling being held in, she came almost as soon as the three of them were seated to take their order.
It was a simple order tea and cake and yet Harry could hardly believe the amount they served. The chief himself came out and asked the strange young man what he thought and asking them to give their opinion on the new cakes for free. The young man's face was practically glowing and he could not suppress a snicker at this and the elderly man was smiling and shaking his head. It was then that the chief noticed his presence.
The chief could not stop staring at the beauty that his most frequent customer brought in. the shape of the face was dainty and the small statue only added to the fae like appearance, but it was the eyes that told of the real beauty. Green eyes that shone and seemed to glance at his soul. Bowing he placed one of the ice creams in front of what had to be a noble man's daughter because of the silk kimono. A soft thank you was his reply and the chief could not help but blush.
Harry could not really understand what the man was doing giving him on of the experimental desserts but he just gave a soft thanks and dug into the sweet. Now growing up deprived of regular food much less sweets, Harry could not but help but become a sugar fiend despite how much Madam Pomfrey tried to stop this. As the chilled sweet hit his tongue he could not help but blush with the excellent flavors that were not only unique but delicious.
Turning to the chief Harry spoke in a excited tone like that of a child "is that pickles, brandy, apples and apricots?" surprise filled the chiefs face "only a little bit of pickle juice and the apples and apricots where socked for hours and cooked before they were mixed in. you have wonderful taste buds Madame."
The excitement fell slightly from the woman's face. "I am sorry but I am male." The chief then went blushing back to the kitchen but Harry could feel the man's eyes on him throughout the meal.
L. would have been laughing if not for his control and the look of disappointment on Potters face. "My name is L. and this is Watari." Green eyes looked up and a smile followed only enhancing their splendor.
Harry nodded pleased to finally have their names and pulled out his money to pay. Watari started to protest but a silent look from Harry quickly cut them short. "Thank you for this. Now that I feel better I have better start that shopping for the food this week." He looked and found that L.'s eyebrows had disappeared into his hair line.
L. thought he had not heard correctly "you are shopping? What of your hired help?" The lord Potter looked offended and huffed much like a child would. "I do not have hired help to much could go wrong when you depend on someone else to care for you." L. nodded it made sense to him and was surprised that more of the wealthy still had the help though.
Watari was the one that offered to escort him around the shopping area. The older man had seen something in L. that had been forgotten long time come to life and was not about to stop the progress it held for his twenty two year old ward.
Harry really did not mind and they all just talked. It was nothing big mainly with L. questioning Harry with that detective glint alight in his eyes and the Potter lord answering them. "What is your first name?" that threw Harry for a loop he had thought he had given it already… "Harry, Potter Harry." L. made the comment that it was an unusual name that caused Harry to laugh. "Yes it is but it is better than names such as Longbottom or Dragon." L. was silent for a minute "did you know someone with such ridicules names?"
By the time Harry had finished his shopping the sun was setting. He was also carrying several large bags with what seemed like great ease shocking both of his companions. "Do you need a ride?" that question from L. had Watari on alert. His ward never gave free rides there was always something for him in the end be it a clue to a case or he learned the address of someone he wanted to investigate.
Harry shook his head declining politely taking off slowly to the sunset. Watari rounded on L. quickly but for once L. was plainly not listening as he stared after the Lord Potter and for some reason Watari gave up leading them to the car doing nothing else but smiling.
Once Harry was at home he swiftly put the food up and set to the garden. He wanted to paint the strange man who had gone by one letter that meant something. Harry also had to prepare for his 'guest' for tomorrow. He was to paint some unicorns that were coming in to model so that he could have the color correct.
After what seemed an eternity of failure at capturing L.'s face Harry choice to head to bed. That night was one of the worst ones he had in a while. He had woken up screaming and started to break things that shadow had moved.
It was a long time since he had a dream that bad. The red eyes of his capture as the curses cut into his skin, the cruciatus curse threatened to steal his sanity. His tormenter consisting of Greyback and Bellatrix had laughed as he bleed to death beneath their feet. He could feel the breath of Greyback as he taunted Harry with the possibility of his rape, as he forced him to watch his friends die under their hands.
Remus and Luna had been the last straw for him. Filled with grief his magic had set him free in time to save Luna but Remus's blank stare still haunted him. Fawkes had brought him Gryffindor's sword while his magic set the base on fire. Voldemort didn't even have time to see him come his power's flare leaving what looked like wings behind him.
But the blood… shaking Harry headed to the shower. He knew that the blood would never leave him that even if he scrubbed his skin raw it would still be there, while the scars held on to the nightmare and past he wanted to forget.
The shower was a relief to his muscles and mind. What he did not expect was that the unicorns had shown up early giving him a chance to paint them under the moonlight while there cream silk coats glinted. He sat for hours mixing into his paint his magic giving each that otherworldly feeling that went to well with his painting of the magical world.
For each painting he put enough of his magic in it that no one would be able to replicate them or his technique. He also had an exhibit coming up, a surprise for the people of Japan. He needed another five paintings to accompany the ones that he had chosen for the Exhibit of the Heart and he knew the ones that he was going to do.
The unicorns helped him calm and by the time he had finished the sun had risen into high noon. Smiling at his guest he entered the kitchen mixing sugar and milk one of the unicorns favorite dish and gave his guest their treats before falling asleep against the lead stallions hide until tomorrow morning.
L. sat staring pointlessly at his computer screen. No matter how hard he stared he could not concentrate, the image of Harry was on his mind. The data that was displayed on the screen was all about the Lord Harry Potter.
It told him that his parents were murdered and house set ablaze and that the criminal had only marked Harry for a latter purpose. He went to live with his mother's sister, going to school with his cousin showing marks that where not that high and yet he suspected more especially since his grades where only right below his cousins. His uncle worked for a drill company so that could mean that he did once come to Japan before but that was only a possibility. Then at age eleven what records he had pretty much vanished when he went to a private school.
Records showed the grades he achieved high in some average in others; it also showed that he had a degree in healing and battle a strange combination. His school had been attacked and destroyed by the man that had marked Harry.
Yet it was his family history that was most interesting. The Potters were indeed lords who had all gone to the same school as Harry, while his mother was a commoner. His godfather was also a lord and had named Harry his heir when Harry was thirteen before he mysteriously died leaving everything but a small amount to the young lord.
Most shocking was that another man who was in Harry's godfather's will had been killed by the man who was after Harry. The attacks on Harry stopped shortly after that and it left L. to ponder and the connections.
The young Lord Potter could have killed his godfather to obtain money yet that was highly improbable. It also seemed to leave the young lord with paranoia if that was any clue to how Harry had acted in the crowd today most likely from having a mad man, for that is all he could have been to have marked and hunted a child for eighteen years.
The data also stated that the lord had just brought a house six months ago and was living alone. Sighing he leaned back into his chair. The data was pointless in things that he wanted, no real medical records or legal records except his birth record along with his school records that were near impossible to obtain. The whole thing seemed fake and he would have said a wild goose chase for someone that did not exists if he had not seen Harry.
A knock on the door brought him from his thoughts and Mello followed by Near entered. The boys were the next in line for success in Whammy's house and the y each held a look of admiration on their young faces. "Yes?" The boys look sheepish and it was Mello that spoke up, not a surprise considering that he was the louder bolder of the two. "We have some information on Wizard."
L. had never thought one sentence could affect him as that one did. He stood up and grasped their shoulders. "What?" all thoughts of the Lord Potter gone as the case he was meant to be working on came into his line of sight. The boys shivered slightly and he pulled back sitting in silence waiting…. "well there is a whisper going around that he is doing a surprise art show in one of the galleries here in Japan in five days… we couldn't find out where they say he normally shows up in the middle of the night and leaves his paintings on the walls."
It was enough for L. turning to his computer he banished all thoughts of Harry from his mind. He knew that they would most likely never meet again and despite the abrupt pain in his chest he had a case to solve. A case of murder and paintings not one filled with his past and green hypnotic eyes.
That was how Watari found him dozing in his chair muttering of green eyes when he went to give his ward his cake. Making up his mind he set out to find Lord Potter and bring the two abnormal young men together for hopefully the better.