A.N

Been a bit, I think longer than last time, but… I'm sorry?

I want to do something a better different with the narrative than before, as I had a form of perspective before whenever Harry analyzes something or thinks, but I wanted to incorporate it into the narrative as well.
Saying that, enjoy!
-O

(I don't own Harry Potter or Death Note.)

King's Crossing Railroad station, London

(2:00 o'clock in the afternoon, September 1st, 2022)

"Mister Potter, I do believe it's time for school?" A light voice spoke in the still quite busy station, drawing Harry from his deep sleep, and made him starkingly aware of the painful treatment he had received from the wooden bench.

He'd been lulled to sleep, by some odd chance, in the long period of waiting for some staff to come for him.

He'd assumed, of course, that Dumbledore himself would arrive, but he was wrong.

Fillius Flitwick, his head of house, former dueling champion despite his biracial heritage, now stood before him.

Rather than looking annoyed at Harry's non-responsive behavior, the half-goblin simply looked amused.

Harry shrugged as he pulled himself from the bench, and stood before the professor, his form relaxing as he looked down towards the diminutive man.

"Professor Flitwick, so nice to see you. I'm assuming you're my escort for the evening?" Harry said with a straight face, a little humor slipping through despite his struggle to remain composed.

Flitwick tried to hide a snicker, as he fished a long, plaid sock from his indigo robes.

"Indeed I am," Flitwick said, his face shrinking into a firm look as he continued with his explanation. "this, Mister Potter, is known as a Portkey. It allows one to… teleport, much like another form of travel known as Apparition, but you can learn more of this in your sixth year.
Portkeys can travel from anywhere in the country to another location… anywhere farther than that requires what's known as a international portkey. Anyone with a license can make a regular one, but only with the consent of the Ministry can one create an international one."

Following that logical line of thought, Harry made a guess as he continued with the idea of portkeys.

"I am guessing that this portkey is to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, his gaze direction at the sock in Flitwick's hand.

"Correct Mist- Harry, this portkey leads straight to Headmaster Dumbledore's office, though due to the wards surrounding the land, only the Headmaster of Hogwarts can create portkeys." Flitwick provided, seeing what he assumed was confusion, on Harry's face.

Hmm… teleportation… I can get behind this…

"Any way Harry, here you are," Flitwick said, handing the sock to the boy, before instructing him, his own hand clasped on the other side of the sock.

He looked at Harry then, his eyes scrunching up as he observed him. "The activation phrase is the first hands on spell you learned in my class. Hold on tight, and don't let go under ANY circumstance, you understand?"

Harry nodded sharply as he quickly thought back to his first class with Flitwick, his first Charms lesson, along with what followed.

That had been… difficult.

Hogwarts Castle, Scotland

(Noon of Halloween, October 31st, 2021)

Halloween had started well.

His few roommates had already left by the time he'd awoken, leaving him to dress and prepare himself in silence.

His room and house mates were an odd and assorted bunch, ranging from the textbook scholars, to the rare paranoid genius.

Ravenclaw welcomed them all.

Harry didn't know many of the people in his house, besides a few of his roommates.

Terry Boot was a very bland boy who didn't stand out in a crowd, but Harry knew that behind the boy's straight face and choppy brown hair, lie an impressive mind. He had been the first to introduce himself when Harry had settled in, explaining essentially who he was, and what interested him.

The others in their dorm were similar in personality, though they were… interesting.

Michael Corner, another one of the boys, was a lanky teen that defined the antithesis of a Ravenclaw.

He was outgoing, charming, and carefree in almost anything he did.

Harry knew he wasn't the first to be confused by Michael's nature, though the class grades revealed that Michael wasn't in fact, an idiot.

There were a few other boys in the dorm, but the only other one that even drew his attention was a surprisingly tall, sullen teen by the name of Oliver Rivers.

From what Harry knew, Oliver was mute, never speaking a single word in his entire life. Despite that, curiously, Oliver could perform magic… silently.

Harry knew that the ability was rare, beyond rare even, making it a delight to simply see the boy do what many considered impossible.

Though, he considered, that Oliver could be a very real and dangerous threat if the event were ever raised.

Overall, Ravenclaw had treated Harry well, but his reflection would have to continue later.

He was late after all.

As he walked down the hallways of the school, he knew from the smell of baked pumpkin pies and the smell of fresh ham in the morning, that it was Halloween.

The Hogwarts House elves hadn't prepared anything even similar to Autumn related foods the entire time he'd been there, besides on Halloween day and night.

Regardless, he was excited for the day, which was rare in itself.

Hogwarts didn't provide much of a challenge to him, though he knew he'd disagree with that the coming year, as the addition of electives would surely change that.

Until then, Harry would settle for boring days, and simple mind teasers. His classes worked wonders in providing those, Charms being a godsend to him.

With the way his mind worked, he always needed distractions, otherwise he'd probably lose his mind.
A book that can kill anyone and a shattered mind wouldn't mix well he assumed.

Charms was perfect however, as it always introduced some little novelty of a spell, that would always seem useless, yet he knew that they had practical uses as well.

Such as the severing charm, a delightful little trick that served one purpose. Slicing something nice and neat.

He was very positive when he stepped into Flitwick's classroom that morning, and filed in with the rest of his house for the class.

He'd noticed that it was another joint class for the day, and nodded to some of the Hufflepuffs he knew, when he locked eyes with the one that made him particularly nervous.

He didn't know why Hermione Granger wanted to be friends with him, he wasn't the best person after all, but it was more to the fact that he simply wasn't good with people. Didn't know how to act around him, or even how to be a friend.

Yet, despite it all, she was determined to be his, even though she was trapped in a different house.

A wide smile greeted him as he walked past the girl, a nod from him being the only response he would give her as he settled down at a table on the other side of the class.

When everyone had settled in, Professor Flitwick announced to them that they were to start with the levitation charm, something which had near amazed all of the students when he had first made use of it by making all of their quills fly around the room in synchronized patterns.
It reminded Harry faintly of ducks, or falcons in a way.

Flitwick instructed them on the proper wrist movements and gave them the page number in the Goshawk Charms book, and left them to it.

But of course, there was the kicker.

Partners were assigned, meaning Harry couldn't work at his own, albeit accelerated, pace.

He would admit, he could have gotten someone much, much worse than he did. Harry's partner was a girl in his house he had never really spoken to, a part of one of Hogwarts' twin duos, Padma Patil.

With light caramel skin, and near shining brown eyes, she watched him as he moved to her table and set his messenger bag down.

When he sat back up however, he found her inquisitive eyes following him as he laid out his notes on the table.

"Something you find interesting Patil?" He whispered to her as he pulled open the text and began turning the pages briskly.

"Just the fact that you are so very good at pretending to be something you are not." She said with a hint of a grin, her eyes betraying that she knew something about him, though he knew not what. He'd been very careful to hide his darker tendencies, unless she'd been talking to Malfoy…

"What makes you say that?" He asked, his face blanking as he knew that any attempt at false confusion wouldn't pass if she was this suspicious of him.

"One, being the fact that you're looking for a spell that you already know. Another being the fact that there is something off about you, has been from the beginning." Padma said in a clear manner, her eyes meeting his wand, as if she knew that he did in fact already know the spell. He was just trying to meet what people expected him to do, to actually look for the spell.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said as he finally locked his eyes with hers, a battle of wits and willpower forming between the two as they both tried to deduce what the other knew. "And I'm assuming that you already know the spell?"

"Of course I know the spell," Padma said proudly, a laugh following her grin. "But I also know something else Harry." She said, leaning close to him, her mouth just next to his right ear, before speaking softly to him.

"Normal boys don't whisper to thin air."

A shout of stupidity was what saved him from the girl, slight fear coursing through his veins.

Perhaps he had been proudful himself, as he hadn't considered that any other student would discover him so quickly.

He calmed himself with the thought that she couldn't possibly know about the Death Note, but he would have to stay on his toes from here on out.

The shout in particular, had come from a pompous Hufflepuff who was waving his arms like he was engaging in a dramatic duel against a house fly.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The boy shouted, his arms somehow not knocking over everything around him.

Harry recognized the boy, just slightly, Justin Finch-Fletchley, a rich muggleborn that lived his life on a shining cloud of ignorance. He wasn't surprised the fool was in Hufflepuff, as he had not an ounce of any of the qualities needed for any of the houses.

Harry assumed the Sorting Hat simply plopped the boy in Hufflepuff and called it a day.

"You're saying it wrong," Harry heard the boy's partner, of course, Hermione lecture to him. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

Harry wasn't surprised truly, as Hermione did tend to instruct her fellow classmates, from what little he had seen of her in classes.

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Justin spat out in a venomous tone, as he dropped the pristine feather that they were told to levitate.

Accepting the challenge, Hermione rolled up her cuffs and proceeded to cast the spell with perfect clarity, causing the feather to rise off the desk and hover above the heads of all of the students.

Of course, Flitwick praised her for the well pulled off spell, though he immediately moved towards Harry's own table as he and Padma had already performed the spell before both watching Hermione with careful eyes.

They hadn't realized however that they had been holding the spell up the entire time.

"Splendid work Mr. Potter and Ms. Patil! Simply wonderful. How long have you've held it for?" Flitwick asked, his eyes following their respective feathers which held still in the air.

Frankly, Harry was surprising he was even doing that well, as he tended to fall behind in practical work.

"Roughly five minutes Professor." Padma said in a sweet voice, as she smiled a little grin at the professor.

He had to admit, the girl was good.

"Well done, the both of you! Two points to Ravenclaw."

And with that, Flitwick left them behind as he walked back to the front of the class.

Harry let his mind drift then, only noticing Padma's sly grin and the explosive look on Justin's girlish face.

The boy is unstable, and will likely erupt into violent or simply volatile behavior, likely directed at myself and Patil, or towards Hermione.

We all excelled while he failed miserably, making him remarkably agitated or jealous of the attention that Flitwick showered us with.

By Justin's polished history, and his snobbish personality, I can only assume that he had lived a life of being gifted with everything that he had desired and rarely been overlooked in any circumstance.

Due to his startling stupidity, and his short temper, he warrants watching, yet I have no means of doing so.

He needs a watcher or his behavior could evolve to a dangerous level, either to myself or others.

I must find a way of keeping track of the angry imbecile.

Before he had noticed however, the class had come to an end, his fellow students making their way out of the room quickly.

Gathering his stuff quickly, he almost missed the cheeky wink that Padma sent him, as he was sure that this wouldn't be the last time he spoke with her.

He'd have to cover his tracks, and his activities, much better.

She was a threat to him, as he couldn't afford for anyone to discover the black book that rested at the bottom of his locked trunk, the cover spelled shut.

Yet another person too smart for their own good.

Just as Harry was passing through the hallway with his fellow Ravenclaws, intent on reaching their next class, he was startled by a person suddenly bumping against his shoulder during their quick retreat from the classroom.

In the distance he saw the very loud and angry figure of Justin spewing hatred at all who was listen, his words aimed at one person in particular.

Which brought to perspective the person who'd bumped him.

The flash he saw of thick brown hair made him turn, as he saw the distraught form of Hermione Granger dash down the hallway, away from him and anyone else that could possibly help her.

That… that isn't good. Not at all… He thought to himself, as he turned back to the bulk of his housemates who had already began walking to their next class, leaving him alone in the hallway with just his thoughts.

He'd heard of crossroads before, theoretical moments when things could change drastically, all hinging on one decision.

Making up his mind, and disregarding all of his instincts, he began jogging to catch up with the bushy haired girl.

He hated his heroism.

I don't claim to… understand people, never have.

Though I claim to be a master strategist and an expert at philosophy and sociology, I'm not the most… charismatic person in the world.

I'm not good at friendship, or magic for that matter, but I make up for it… mostly.

Perhaps it's my PTSD, perhaps I'm simply a loner who's got delusions of self-attraction. I can only assume a licensed therapist could explain that one, though there isn't a chance in Hell I'd go to one.

I may waste money like it's water, but I would not in a million years spend time filling someone else's coffers to simply 'feel' better.

Regardless, I knew that the words of that idiot Justin had affected the girl that had introduced herself to me with so much confidence, a girl who appeared to be a shell of who she had been before.

From what little Padma had told me, I knew that Hermione was extremely depressed in Hufflepuff, and had very little left in her.

She was likely to leave at this rate.

While she had many 'friends' in Hufflepuff, I knew as well that none of them were good company for the girl, as I understood her need for challenges very well.

It does not do for one of an impressive intellect to be surrounded by ones of a different sentiment than their own.

Hufflepuff did not value knowledge as a vital goal, not to be rude to them.
I needed to fix this for her sake.

Despite my gut telling me not to, I had to speak with her, to make this right.

Who knows what could happen otherwise?

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts

( September 1st, 2022)

"Hello there my boy, welcome back." Headmaster Dumbledore said warmly as Harry and Flitwick appeared in a flash within the cozy office.

Harry at the voice, and saw Dumbledore smiling at him, wearing the most horrible robes he had ever seen in his life.

"Hey Harry, I told Beard Guy! He said everything's cool." Ryuk said wildly as he floated in the air beside them.

Harry held back from greeting him, as Flitwick definitely didn't know of the shinigami's existence.

"Hello sir, have I missed the sorting?" Harry asked the man, though he didn't really care that much, he was just hungry.

Dumbledore seemed to read his mind, as stepped away from his large desk to reveal a full course meal set up already.

"I'm afraid you have, but if you'd like, you may enjoy a meal with me. I admit I was quite busy myself, and would appreciate the company." Dumbledore offered him, Flitwick showing himself out with a smile directed at Harry.

"I'd like that sir." Harry said quickly as he took a seat. Before he could he pick up a single utensil, he felt a sudden, odd presence on his shoulder.

His heart near stopped, as a large flaming bird rested itself on his shoulder, it's eyes focused on him.

"Ah, I don't believe you've been introduced," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. "Harry, this is Fawkes, my familiar and dear friend. He is a member of a very rare and selective species, the Phoenix."

"Yeah... another bird." Ryuk added as he stared at the bird with fire in his eyes, no doubt wanting to rip it apart.

Harry just nodded, as he simply looked at the magnificent creature and it's glimmering feathers, though was startled when the bird disappeared in a quick burst of blinding golden fire.

Harry just looked to Dumbledore, his eyes wide in surprise as he tried to wipe the ash off of his shoulder.

"Hmm… seems he has somewhere else to be…" Dumbledore trailed off in curiosity, before looking back at him. "Well, do help yourself, there is plenty to go around." His arms waving across the wide selection of food resting on the desk, Harry's eyes locked on the plate of beef sandwiches with a hunger.

Harry meanwhile filed that nugget of information away, as he thought it could be useful to know, Phoenixes were… interesting.

"Sir, do you know anything about why the barrier was closed off?" Harry asked the man, though he had a slight suspicion, he couldn't prove a single thing.

Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed then, as he seemed to be deep in thought.

"I'm afraid Harry, that I don't. It was sealed with strong magic, I know that, but not magic I completely recognize. It appeared to be Elfin magic, but House Elves can't leave their posts without permission, and the Elder elves are long gone." Dumbledore explained, one of his hands coming to rest under his pointed chin, as he grabbed hold of a pastry with the other.

"Sir, isn't it possible that someone commanded their elf to block the barrier? Perhaps to leave me vulnerable and trapped?" Harry proposed to him, a thick sandwich being attacked by his ferocious teeth, fueled by his surprising hunger.

"I don't believe that's the case, as you weren't necessarily trapped. You were in a crowded muggle station, and there wasn't anything keeping you there. Furthermore, nothing targeted you while you were resting." Dumbledore pointed out as he dipped a slice of bread into a small pot of what appeared to be honey.

"I do suppose that wasn't smart on my part." Harry admitted as he thought about his stupid decision to fall asleep in public in an area commonly traveled by muggles and wizards alike.

"Perhaps, but no matter. All is well, and classes begin tomorrow." Dumbledore said to him with a comforting smile, as he leaned back in his throne-like chair.

"Now, I do believe it's late Harry, and I'm sure that you'd want to meet some of your house's new additions. There are a few new people that you're bound to find… interesting." Dumbledore said deep in thought, as Harry picked up on the hint.

What kind of person would Albus Dumbledore, eccentricity personified, find weird?

Harry wanted to meet this person, of that he was sure.

(That Night)

What do I do now?

That thought was plaguing Harry, his mind swimming with possibilities. He was back at Hogwarts, and was sure to have plenty to do, and likely many problems lie before him, but that was the Harry side of himself.

Though that was largely who he was, there was this burning beneath his skin, this anxious lust within him.

As he sat in the dark of the dorm room, his room mates long fallen asleep, he rested the Death Note in his hands.

He flipped through the pages, his eyes reading over every name he had written, and pondered who was next.

He depended on his news feed for the most part, but for the last few weeks there had been nothing.

No recent murders, or robberies.

Just silence.

That was wrong, he knew it, but there was nothing he could do.

His eyes lingered over the possessions he owned, his chest open to the side of his bed, a series of books lying on the top of his robes.

Though before he could reach a single one, a beep sounded through his Bluetooth, which he had put on only for the chance of watching the news.

He knew that beep however, breaking news apparently.

He looked down at the screen, expecting to see the overly paid, Ken doll news anchor once again.
He was proven wrong however, when a stylized letter covered the news screen instead.

Before he could question it too much, a soft but harsh voice began to speak.

"People of Britain, I have an announcement to you all, a warning.

A series of deaths has occurred across your country, some subtle, some obvious, but it has been happening nonetheless.

You know what I'm speaking of.

The criminal deaths, so sudden and random, yet helpful as you think.

Some of you may think it is justified, some of you may even be happy that this is happening, as all of the deaths have been of known criminals, but I know what is happening.

This, is the work of a serial killer, one I am sadly familiar with, that is worse than all others.

He thinks he is righteous, that he is a god and that it is his job alone to correct all that plagues the world, and that no other may compare to him.

However, I have a message for him.

Listen to me… I know you're out there, and I know you think you're helping the world, but you aren't…

You are wrong.

Pass it on, let go of it, destroy it even… or you will regret everything.

I am L, and I am coming for you Kira."

And with that, the news feed ended, and the screen went dark.

Did you enjoy?

Let me know if you did, and I'll appreciate it.

Sorry for the wait, but I'll glad to say that I'll be finished with university soon, so I'll be able to update more often.

Don't have much to say really, just that next time you'll see more of Chamber's plot, and Harry having a, you could say… Revelation.

Have a good night everyone.

-Oscar