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 3
L. sat watching the hundreds of screens that had been set up on all the known art galleries three days after receiving word of Wizards surprise. He had been then sat watching for three days and so far only one thing was out of place.
One the third day one Lord Potter turned up. He was walking abnormally compared to the grace he had when they had meet, as though burdened with something heavy. The stranger part was that the grace in his step had returned when he had left.
He had come and gone rather quickly and yet L. seemed to recall every detail of Lord Potter and it appeared that despite the fact he was still wearing a kimono no one took notice.
Harry was smiling with pride. He had done it again and it was all thanks to the maraurders. Harry had the surprise galleries down to a fine art. He would place a notice me not charm on himself and the paintings then carry them to the gallery under his father's invisibility cloak.
After the drop off he started to walk around, deciding that since he was out he might as well do the shopping for that week. It was subconsciously that he went into the tea and sweet shop that L. had shown him. Harry was finding himself there every time that he went out.
He could not explain it, it was as though he desired the company of a man he had only meet once. Also he was in frustration at the man who called himself a letter. He had been trying to paint the man since there meeting and yet he still could not get the image correct. It was as though something was missing.
Shopping was simple and now night was falling and Harry could hardly hold in the excitement. The plan was simple and just as the clock stuck ten thirty Harry finished dressing. He wore a loss fitting black outfit that would blend into the background of the gallery.
Appariting silently into the gallery he went and uncovered his paintings and set to work taking some of the others down. Carefully putting them on the manager's desk before he hung up his own.
If L. had been a normal being he would have been asleep but it was thanks to his insomnia that he noticed movement. There had been no sign of change since the taping had begun and now nearing eleven a shadow could be seen passing though one of the galleries.
He watched carefully as the shadow he had now identified as human wove his way through the gallery seemingly knowing the layout. It indicated that he had been there recently or very often, he would have to go over the past few days for his suspect.
It was obviously not a thief seeing as he had placed all the portraits that were previously hung on to the managers desk before hanging his own. He was delicate with the paintings that he had taken down tending to them as a mother tends to her sick child.
He made sure that each was well before leaving them be, but when it came to hanging his own, it was done nonchalantly. He obviously did not understand the value of his own paintings; it told L. that he had low self-confidence.
Nothing he had thought about this man fit his previous profile. He had thought him full of poise that he would not get caught. That this painter was bored and was doing this for fun, like he had nothing better to do which indicated wealth.
From his assumption so far of this man was the opposite. This man was shy only furthered by his reluctance to show his face. He was also was moving in a way that indicated caution of that of a low born, much like that of a street urchin, raised with swift movements that were highlighted with accuracy.
It was exactly at midnight, that he finished after rechecking the other paintings. L. was watching the screen with interest wondering how he got in and out without being noticed. Suddenly he was gone, like the shadow he had shown up in he left with just the slight light being shown.
Harry released a sigh of relief as he entered his house. He knew he would have to make a guest appearance so that he would never be suspected as a painter. He understood that wealthy people would often go to great lengths to try and buy his pictures.
Bell like laughter erupted from his mouth; he had placed a sticking charm to each painting. Any who knew his paintings also knew that only the painter could remove them. Harry was considerate though and to show his apparition always left a painting hanging.
He left paintings of his friends so that they could travel the world going to places that they loved and wished to return to. Hedwig had gone to Venice, Hermione hung in Washington's library, Luna and her Krumpled Horn Snorklax rested in London and now Remus holding his son, both in their wolf form, rested in Japan.
He grinned slipping out of the skin tight outfit and into the silk kimono that was traditional, or so he had been told. By the time he was dressed and heading out it was eight in the morning. Harry knew that the gallery would be crowded. In fact most of the galleries that discovered his paintings had started a guest list that only the rich and wealthy were allowed to view first.
It took only a few hours to walk to the gallery and only a few minutes before he heard the protest and awe of people. Making his way through the crowd, a near impossible task considering his paranoia, he made head way to the door.
A large guard was standing was standing in the path of entry. "Hello may I please pass." The man before him was at least seven feet and pure muscle. "Sorry little miss but no one is allowed in that is not on the list." Harry glared "you will want to let me in…I am also male." The last came out in a growl and the larger man let out a barking laugh that could rival Sirius.
"Oh and why would I let you in little man?" Harry grinned wickedly. To the older man it held the view of some old war veteran that knew something that he did not, something that would end in his death.
"Would you get your manager?" The larger man went and hundreds of the people outside were demanding why he should be let in and not them. The manager was a stuffy man that wore extra fine clothing for the Wizard surprise display.
"Who are you?" Harry smiled "I am someone that would like to enter and view the paintings." The man sneered "these paintings are to be viewed only by the" he looked at Harry with a sneer "wealthy and not the tourist." Before Harry could open his mouth a voice that had been taunting Harry for nearly a week called out to him. "Ah Lord Potter I was wondering when you would show up."
L. was not all that surprised that someone as wealthy as Harry would show up to such an extravagant event he was after all one of the most wealthiest men alive but what was surprising was the way he was dealing with the pompous people that were stopping him.
Most nobles would wave there wealth around and demand entry some would even have used a bribe to enter the most popular gallery in Japan at the moment. It was a mystery to L. as to why this man was different.
So when L. had spotted Lord Potter he could not help but watch feeling his heart beating with great speed in his sight fell upon the strange clothed lord.
After watching how Harry handled the bouncer he thought it was high time to intervene.
Before L. could stop him he had called out to Lord Potter and grinned darkly at the manager's face. The man's face paled and the crowd was silent for the first time since the gallery had discovered the paintings in their places.
Then the whispers started. Lord Potter was one of the more used ones and Harry's face was red with embarrassment. Finally the manager pulled himself together "you're the Lord Potter." Harry nodded shyly as people started to pull out phones, no doubt calling the presses.
Harry then pulled a stunt that amazed them all. L. could not believe his eyes as Harry turned and bowed to the crowd. Then in a whimper pleaded to them all " please do not call anyone. I wish to live in peace not in the papers. I just wish to be left alone." The voice was s and desperate L. knew that none were going to call.
It was the managers turn to bow and with a wave of his hand beckoned the Lord Potter in. Harry smiled nervous thanks and entered the gallery. Harry did not stop to greet anyone instead heading to L. who stood in front of the painting of the hippogriff entitled Buckbeak's Escape. It had Sirius riding on the sky with Buckbeak.
It did not show Sirius's face, mainly because he was still a wanted man, but also it was from his point of view from when he and Hermione had saved them both. "Do you like the painting L., Watari?" they nodded but it was Watari that answered further.
"Yes I must admit that it is wonderful but the unicorns happens to be my favorite." Harry nodded and without thinking spoke "understandable, they are magnificent beast that are the symbol of purity almost as much as the phoenix represents…" L. interrupted him "life and death we know." Harry shock his head "no the symbol of spirit and nobility."
L. had to admit he had never heard of that one "is that the symbol of your house?" Harry shock his head smiling at L.'s question. "Not really the Potter family has no symbol. It is one of the few that does not."
"Really that seems abnormal considering the age and size of wealth." Before Harry could retaliate a flash caught their attention. L. suspected that the manager had called the press to further the gallery once the pictures left, but Harry's reaction was just like he was, unanticipated.
Harry was having a panic attack, it was the best way to describe what he was expecting. He had tried to turn and get into a fighting stance but the clothing he was wearing only resulted with him on the floor fighting to breath. The entire gallery froze at the sight of the world's most prestige's man on the floor in a panic.
"Harry, Harry, listen to me, calm down breath…" L. was worried Harry was going to pass out if he did not start to breathe… too late. Lord Harry Potter was on the ground passed out from the stress the panic attack had put onto his body.
Picking up the boy L. winced at how light he was even with the full kimono outfit. "Watari the car, and have Whammy come by and take picture I trust no one else." The elderly man nodded rushing surprisingly quick for his age.
Harry woke up to white. There was no sound, no color, no people, just white. He hated white it was even worse than the color black. How he saw it was that while black was dismal the end to the beginning white was nothing. It was not life not goodness and most importantly it was going to drive him mad.
He tried to rise off of what he guessed was a bed, considering the softness that he rested upon, only to find his wrist tied to the bed. He did not panic as most people would instead his mind went into combat mode. If he screamed that would attract people that had him captive.
He struggled and managed to dislocate one of his shoulders when the door opened. It managed to reveal L. who was wide eyed at his position. "What are you doing?" it was a simple enough question that Harry should have been able to answer easily and yet … "would you believe me if I say resting?"
L. could not help but laugh at the response to the question and position that Harry was in. "not really considering you now have more injures then you came in with." His head indicated towards his dislocated shoulder.
Harry laughed nervously and slammed his weight against his shoulder, painfully knocking it into place then turned to grin at L. "do you have any proof?" L.'s eyebrows were no longer visible. He knew from experience that dislocating and relocating was painful and yet there was this rich lord blowing it off like it was nothing but a bug bite.
"You are quite strange." The look in Harry's eyes faded into a remorseful forced smile "yeah just can't seem to be normal. Mind untying me I have a problem with being restraint like this." L. did not move and Harry was growing nervous. "Look I really can't stand being tied up." L. nodded "I already came to that conclusion. What I would like to know is do you have a severe case of sikzofrenia paranoia?"
Harry glared and growled unnaturally like a real dog or wolf would. L. had never heard something as realistic as that and though he was tempted to step back he moved forward pressuring the youth upon the bed. "Well do you have sikzofrenia paranoia?"
"I don't know." L. blinked unsure how that was possible unless the young lord never went to the doctor, and considering that he had dislocated his shoulder to get out of a bed…. "Why did you not go to get it confirmed and treated?"
It took another half an hour and Harry trying to dislocate his shoulder again for L. to give in and untie the young lord without further answers. "Do you think you can tell me where I am so that I can go home?" It was L.'s turn to shack his head no.
"I will have us driven so that you do not pass out again and this time without anyone to help you." Harry rolled his eyes and muttered something that he most likely did not want L.'s fine hearing to pick up, too bad nothing ever goes as you want it. "I live alone anyway so it really would not matter."
"Then I will set up cameras and a guard so that in case something does happen to you I can help." "No!" This was not Harry's normal reaction; for one thing it was loud and held the authority of a Lord. L. knew he was hiding something and now he knew it was somewhere at his house.
"Why not?" Harry blushed at his sudden outburst. "The can stay but the cameras I can't do…technology doesn't really work around be."
After a long discussion and an even longer car ride L. found himself in front of a traditional Japanese household that would even leave a large dent in his own fortune, it left L. wondering just how rich Harry really was. In the end a guard was left and only one camera placed at the front of the house was the best Harry would give in to.
Harry could not believe that this was happening. He stared at the guards that wore rich suites and sunglasses so cliché if you asked him but no one seemed to. "Are any of you hungry?" none of them answered until one of their stomachs growled. "I guess i will make some dinner, Lasagna good for you?" they nodded "alright just wash up in your rooms they should have your names on them, and stay out of the garden please."
The smell of the lasagna and the taste not including the rooms and manners of the boy they were watching they knew they were going to a nice time watching this young man. They were rather surprised he lived alone and by the money and house followed by the fact that he was a Lord…it left them pondering.
They had a job to do find out if the boy had anything out of the ordinary and report to L. . At first they really didn't mind doing this but now that they meet this lad they felt bad. Hopefully he did not do anything they would have to report about.
All Harry could think was that it was nice to take care of someone and hopefully he did not get caught with magic. Summoning the paprika so that the chocolate would not burn, he heard gasp turned and found the guards gapping at him…now he was really in some deep trouble. "Hi guys, chocolate cupcakes?"