I finally updated! I hope you readers will enjoy this chapter as much as the others. The only other comments I have to say is that I have decided what punishment I want to give Light, and no, it won't have anything to do with Misa, because it's something she'll be punished with, as well. I think you readers will be very surprised by what I have decided on, though. I think that's pretty much it.

Disclaimer: As I said before, the fuzz should know…I don't own anything….T^T

Warnings: Rather dark/graphic towards the beginning, but I don't think it's that bad. Character death is implied, though.

The Hunt

Running….

Panting…

Screams in the distance...

'HurryhurryIhavetohurrygogogo'

Smoke blocked the moon from shining down. Tree branches scraped against his cheeks, leaving welts behind. Whatever pain there was, it was easy to ignore after practice of ignoring more severe injuries when faced with a fight for survival.

The "Point Me" spell broke some hours ago, unable to hold with constant motion and lack of concentration.

'Hurryhurryhavetosaveher'

The forest thinned, creating a clearing.

His heart stopped.

Death Eaters cackling and shrieking as they debauched a fresh, mutilated corpse.

'Ohgodohgodforgiveme'

The smell of piss, semen, and blood filled the air as a vile mixture.

'I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryohgod'

He was too late to save his friend.

Cho Chang.

Bitter tears ran down his cheeks as he stared blankly at the limp body, not even fully intact.

One Death Eater leisurely tossed a bloody eyeball up into the air before catching it in a gloved hand as he watched his companions have their fun.

None in the group noticed he was there.

Bright green eyes glowed with rage as he whipped out the Elder Wand.

Thick fog settled in before he could do any more, and he fell to the ground as whispers of the dead filled his ears.

'I'msosorryforgivemeforgivemePLEASE''

Pale, bloodstained hands clutched at his ears, trying to block out the voices. Whimpers and pleas where ignored.

The same green eyes snapped wide open as Haruhi struggled for breath. Slowly lowering his hands from his ears, he looked over to check the time. The time 3:00 A.M. blinked on the clock before the zero changed to a one.

'Great, just great. I thought I would be able to sleep by now.' Harry thought as he slowly got out of the bed, trying to ignore the last of the whispers of the dead.

Stretching, he sighed as his muscles slowly lost their tension, and he headed towards the bathroom for a quick shower before trying to decide what he should do now.

'From what I have seen so far, the wizarding society in Japan is far more competent government-wise…but…They never had to deal with Voldemort the way we had to over in Europe. I was able to stop him before he could spread his forces this far. They wouldn't understand my dreams and the torture I've gone through.'

Shuffling into the kitchen, Haruhi fixed himself a cup of Chamomile tea before sitting in the small rocking chair he had bought before leaving.

The slow rocking soothed his nerves as further reminders that he was at his apartment in Japan. The people in his dream were dead now.

Sighing, he placed his cup on the counter before picking up his two-way mirror.

"Luna Lovegood."

During his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry found Luna Lovegood to be a close friend. Her personality lacking in judgment and expectance refreshing compared to the volatile one of Ron and the "all-knowing" one of Hermione.

As such, after the debacle at the end of fifth year, Harry immediately sought to replace the broken mirror Sirius had bought for him.

Sensing a need to keep in contact with Luna, he gave the corresponding mirror to her with the promise that he would contact her whenever he needed help or advice.

Now was as good a time as any for help.

"Hello Luna," Haruhi stated, giving her a tired smile.

"You called for help, Haruhi. The Springersnubs* have infested your dreams, haven't they?" Luna stated more than asked. Her clairvoyant eyes large and unblinking as she took in the bags under Haruhi's eyes.

More than used to her turnabout phrases, Haruhi merely shrugged, "I did not wake you too early, did I?" After all, he was not sure what time zone she was in anymore.

Instead of answering, Luna tilted her head, as if an invisible being was whispering in her ear, before giving him a small smile. "I shall be there tonight. I hear the number of Blibbering Humdingers in Japan are particularly high."

Sighing in slight exasperation, Haruhi gave her a real smile before cancelling the call.

Glancing at a clock once more, he gave a small smile before heading down to the bakery kitchen to get prepared, feeling slightly more lighthearted.

After all, he had a cake to prepare.

~~~~~~The House of Chief Yagami~~~~~~

Step.

Step.

Step.

Pause…

Change in directions.

Ryuk floated in the air, eyeing Light in amusement as he paced the floor of his room in anger.

Fuming, Light snatched the apple sitting on his desk, and tossed it over his shoulder towards Ryuk's direction, not even bothering to know if he caught it or not.

Catching said apple, Ryuk chuckled before devouring it in one bite, core and all.

"You're amused…Ryuk…" Light stated, annoyance apparent in his voice.

Ryuk only grinned, but otherwise ignored him. After all, Light was only a temporary source of amusement, and there were others in the world just like him.

Fuming at the thought of Ryuzaki, Light quickly rushed to his desk chair and started staring at his computer screen, lost in thought.

"Something Ryuzaki said this afternoon…." He contemplated, half to Ryuk and half to himself. Quickly stretching his hands out, he started to hack into the search engine, looking for any mentions of new bakeries within the last week.

Peering curiously over Light's shoulder, Ryuk gave him a questioning look, curious to see where he was heading with that statement.

Seeing Ryuk's reflection on the computer screen, Light sighed, as if the Shinigami should be smart enough to figure it out on his own, before explaining.

"Up until this afternoon, Ryuzaki only ever went to one particular bakery for cake. Not only that, but he always sent Watari to get the cake for him. Especially if he thought that getting cake by himself could cut into time that could be spent in solving the Kira case."

Light gave a self-satisfied smirk. "After all, that's logical. It's what Ryuzaki would do…However, that day in the park, Ryuzaki left abruptly. It was unusual, even for himself. He probably didn't think I noticed because of Misa, but I did. Ryuzaki found something or someone that caused him to leave. The only question is what?"

Light was about to drift off on his thoughts once more before a newspaper clipping caught his eye. It was from an English newspaper, talking about how a Sir Potter Harry would be opening a bakery called "Dulce de Leche".

Light quickly bookmarked the article before searching for information on Potter Harry. However, what Light found was sorely lacking:

Name: Harry Potter

Birthdate: 31 July 1980

Parents: Lily Potter nee Evans (deceased), James Potter (deceased)

Relatives: Petunia Dursley nee Evans (deceased), Vernon Dursley (deceased),

Dudley Dursley (deceased)

As Light scrolled through Harry's history, he was annoyed at finding more questions than answers on who this 'Harry' was. Why was his family dead? Why was there no mention of him from the ages 11 to 17? And most importantly, what did this person do to get 'Sir' as a title?

While Light was floundering around with these questions, Ryuk grinned inwardly at all the information written on the Potter boy. For what Light did not know was that the newspaper article was written by a muggle branch of the Daily Prophet, designed and maintained by a small group of squibs for squibs and muggle borns.**

While the majority of the Wizarding World never heard of electricity before, the major newspaper company spent an abundance of money in creating a way for their news to spread and, in the process, achieve more profits than ever before. They paid for the best, from the best muggle born scientists, to theorists, searching for a way to combine a website with magic.

The end result was a website where it wasn't so much 'soaked' in magic like wizarding cameras and cars, but where the website would take a computer's ID number, and scan through to see if the owner of said computer was muggle, muggle born, or squib. Depending on how magical the person's family was depended on the search results in the website. In short, it was very similar to a light form of glamour, subtly cloaking any mentions of magic to any muggle who stumbled across it.

This; however, did not stop Ryuk from reading everything about the boy. Ryuk's eyes narrowed in amusement as he realized that this was the boy that had managed to acquire all three Hallows. For indeed, Harry was big news in the Shinigami world, all having grumbled that the boy gained them fair-in-square.

Though this boy managed to acquire the name "Master of Death," it was really in title only.

'Or it's supposed to be in title only. I wouldn't be surprised if he manages to gain a power or two at his position, if he really is as powerful as we Shinigamis have heard.'

Ryuk turned his head to study Light. 'This human just provided me with more amusement. I can't wait to see how he reacts.'

~~~~~~Dulce de Leche Bakery~~~~~~

While waiting for the cake to cool on the cooling rack, Harry checked the time. Seeing that it was around midmorning, Harry dialed Ryuzaki's number.

"Hello? Ryuzaki? I'm just about done with the cake…Yeah, it's okay to come pick it up now…okay, bye."

Harry hung up, and went back to work, carefully decorating the cake with strawberries, and making sure that the finishing touches were as perfect as he could possibly make it.

Right as he finished the cake, Harry looked up and saw a figure about to knock on the door. When he opened the door, Harry flushed a little.

"H-Hello, Ryuzaki."

~~~~~~Upington, South Africa~~~~~~

Staring up at the airport building of Upington, South Africa. A certain platinum blonde-haired girl smiled absentmindedly before slowly entering the building for her trip to Japan. Her head in the clouds, she started humming a nonsensical little tune as she waited for her flight.

'I am coming…Haruhi…'

Asterisk Note:

*Springersnubs: Little parasites that tend to attach themselves to troubled or depressed people, making people lose sleep. Here, Luna is using it out of context to show that she knows Harry's having trouble sleeping.

**Okay. So, my thinking is that how can wizards know about cars and cameras, yet still not know about electricity/engines/etc.? The way I see it is that Wizarding cars don't actually have magic cast upon them. After all that wouldn't make them run. But, rather, specific parts of a car are lightly 'sprayed' with magic. For example, the wheels to make a car jump ahead of traffic. I would think it should be the same with a computer or a laptop, only less complex. I'm really hoping that people buy this idea, because it's going to be important in later chapters for Ryuk to know who Harry is.

Okay, so I'm hoping that people who wanted Luna in the story are happy now that she's mentioned. I guess I should have put this in my last chapter, but, I'll just say it now in case people think that chapters are short or that somehow I'm abandoning it:

No, I'm not abandoning it, I was waiting for some feed back from a friend on this chapter, and never got it. I really wanted to make sure that the newspaper idea had merit. *Grumpy Face* But, anyways. Please realize that, outside of this story, I DO have a life. I'm a senior in college as a music major with a job. That said, within the next few weeks, don't expect another update until next month.

As a music major, I have to undergo a…trial, I suppose you could say. In short, I have to do a hearing, pass it, then do a senior recital in order to graduate. My hearing is the week after next. If I don't pass the hearing, then I don't get to graduate next semester. That would be bad.

So don't think it's abandoned. Personally, I would say that, after a year, a story could be considered abandoned…not two months and three days. I'm hoping that the person who reviewed, asking if it's abandoned understands this. :)