Alright, so another idea. So, a while back I was reading a few Death Note/Harry Potter crossovers. Some were good, others… not so much. With all fics, it's the luck of the draw. I'll be honest, it's the oversaturation of slash!fics, but that's just my opinion on that. Go ahead and do your thing, I don't care; I just won't read it as I'm not into it.

So, the idea? What if the Master of Death title came with a more… important role than just being immortal and Death's bestest friend? What if that role was being the quintessential boss of the Shinigami? The big guy? The Great Bambino? I'm running out of quotable titles here. But you get the point. What if that was the case? Well, this pilot is my answer to this question.

By the way, before I begin, I did finish watching the Netflix Death Note and I have to say it was not a bad film with pretty decent acting and effects overall, but not the greatest adaptation; so yeah, take the good with the bad. But let's get this show on the road. For a frame of reference for the time, this fic will take place shortly after the Kira killings (IE: when people start acknowledging Kira as the god behind it all).

Rating: T as there will British smugness, a specific kind of dark humor, and of course mentions and very general descriptions of death carried out by the Death Note.

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my laptop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Death Note belongs Tsugumi Ohba and VIZ. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

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Light Yagami was on the top of the world. His world. He stood on the corner of a busy street and listened to how the common man praised the actions of Kira, the killer god who struck down those who preyed on the weak. But little did the weak-minded populace know, their god was among them. HE was among them. After all, he was Kira. He was the one that observed the injustices of this world and delivered his justice upon the predators with the use of his Death Note. With this supernatural notebook, he would create the perfect world in his own image. And those that disrupted that perfection would be… excised.

Across the street, he saw the most peculiar thing, a foreigner dressed in a business suit. Italian made if he was not mistaken. There was even a red silk tie around his neck as well. He seemed to be watching Light, but more in the way of observation like a curious bystander. He pulled out an old-school pocket watch seemed to be checking the time, 'nothing odd there,' Light noted.

A city bus passed between them. One moment the man was there just glancing up at Light, the next he was obscured by the bus. When it passed the foreigner was no longer there. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end; usually, this would signify danger of some sort, but there was nothing to fear here, right?

"You are an interesting person, Light Yagami," a voice said from beside him, causing him to jump in surprise. Standing right next to him as if he too were waiting for a bus or taxi was the man from across the street. What shocked Light all the more that the man was speaking fluent Japanese with little to no accent.

Light made sure to take note of his face in the case he became a threat. "Oh, and why would that be? Have we met somewhere before?" He was ready to put a name to the face. Next to him, Ryuk was absolutely dead silent. Something that he never was.

"We've never met, young Light. However, I do know of you."

"Are you a friend of my father?"

"No," the man simply replied, clearly intending on annoying Light with that smug, wry grin.

Light was clearly annoyed. "So why am I so interesting to you?"

"This requires a story, don't worry as it's not a long one," the man started. "You see, when I was young in jolly old England I went to school just like any other child and one day we had a philosopher from Oxford come one day and ask us a very interesting question: if you had the power of God for one day, what would you do? Perhaps end world hunger? Would you keep those that you love from dying? What if you could banish sand from getting in your shoes when you walk on the beach? Eat all that you want and not gain a kilo?" He then turned to look at Light directly out of the corner of his eye. "Kill anyone you want in whatever sense of justice you have."

Light noted that the last one wasn't a question at all but a statement. He snapped towards the man and saw the smug look on his face. He KNEW that Light was Kira. "Who are you?" he demanded. He looked to Ryuk who was dead silent. No quip, no smartass remark. Nothing. It was if he feared the man.

"Why don't you tell him, Ryuk?" the man asked (see: ordered) Ryuk with a smile.

"T-this is Harry Potter," Ryuk replied nervously.

Light immediately took out his Death Note (which was jacketed to look like a textbook) and wrote Harry's name down. He smiled at the man maniacally while Harry just stood there with his own smile. Light looked down at what he wrote: 'Harry Potter, killed instantly by an out of control car.' The forty seconds ticked by slowly, the pedestrians who were completely oblivious to them, walking around them as if they were compelled to. Finally, the fortieth second came around and nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. Light was confused, after all, he didn't write down any postponement of the death.

"Expecting something to happen?" Harry asked in a very polite yet condescending tone.

The callout caused Light to look up at the mystery man who was still smiling at him pleasantly. He snapped to Ryuk, "Why is he not dead?"

"Maybe you should take another look at what you wrote."

Light looked down. To his shock the ink that Harry's name and the cause of his death were fading into the paper, as if the paper itself was absorbing the ink itself; eating it even. When it faded completely Light flipped the page and checked the other side and there wasn't any ink bleeding through the other side, just plain white paper. He flipped it back and the paper was completely absent one name and death; there wasn't even the imprint of a ballpoint pen to even signify that there had once been something written there.

Light took out his pen and wrote Harry's name one more time, this time skipping the specific death. 'A heart attack will do,' Light thought.

Unlike the previous time, the ink sank into the paper once again like a sponge. Light tried again. And again. And again. No matter how hard he wrote, no matter how many times he wrote the name 'Harry Potter', nothing happened to the man and the ink disappeared slowly, taunting him each time causing cracks to appear in his demeanor. Had the crowd around them been paying any attention, they would have noticed him looking more and more insane, desperate to kill a man. He even considered killing the man himself with the pen in his hands.

'Yes, if I jam this pen into his eye with enough force, it will go right into his brain, killing him,' he thought.

"I wouldn't do that," Harry advised. Sensing Light's next thought, Harry added, "More like it wouldn't work." Light blinked. One moment Harry was right in front of him, when he opened his eyes he had vanished. Light's eyes scanned the crowd, but it was unneeded as his Note was plucked from his hand. He turned to look to see Harry reading through it. "You've been a busy boy, haven't you?" Harry chided with a tone that one would use with a misbehaving child as he read through all of Light's additions to the Note. "I'll be honest, I'm impressed with all the names added. You do lack originality though. Just heart attacks? Come on, you could have been more creative. You could have made them more ironic and more poetic; put some thought into it." Harry shrugged, "I expected more from someone who claims to be more intelligent than his peers." He then snapped the Note shut with one hand, a sharp crack echoing as if there wasn't a single noise; the crowd still unaware of what was going on. "But here's the thing: you've been a naughty, naughty boy."

This struck a chord with Light. The only person who had, and was able, to chide him like that was his mother. Light shouted, "You-!"

"Enough!" Harry interrupted, his voice echoing; yet still, the pedestrians didn't notice a thing. Light immediately was quiet. He felt power he had never felt before rolling off this man, assuming he even was one. "Do you know why you've been 'naughty'? Because you didn't do your research into every person you killed. You killed innocents on top of those who were legitimately guilty. A percentage of those in Japanese prisons? Innocent as they took plea deals to avoid a long trial which could have landed them longer time for crimes they didn't commit. Those names of rapists that came from the States, the UK, and the rest of the Western world that were submitted to your little fan site? All allegations, no convictions. In fact, only about one percent of them were actually guilty and all of them were being taken seriously by the police in investigating them thoroughly. In fact, there were even a few people on death row that were one hundred percent innocent and were in the process of having their cases vetted and dismissed." Harry stared into Light's eyes. "'Kira saves'," Harry scoffed. "What kind of Justice kills those who were legitimately innocent?"

Harry looked into Light's eyes, examining every little twitch that they made. He watched his hands ball up and release. He saw the shift in his posture which signified he was on the defensive and was ready to bolt. He didn't show one iota of remorse.

"Do you know how much your little killing spree has caused the Powers that Be more annoyances than the American Civil War and both World Wars combined? Of course, you don't. You see, when you squishy mortals die you get judged by Arbitrators who determine if you're worthy of Reincarnation or not, and the 'not' is the easiest to deal with. Reincarnation is a very lengthy and annoying process for us, and the judged at the time. You see, when someone gets reincarnated they have to sign a huge number of forms in the realm of a few hundred pages. These chosen people have to sign and initial each blank in the documents, one of which states that they waive their rights to the memories of their former life, that one alone is around ten pages long itself, and the Arbitrator assigned to them during this process has to sign and date their own names acknowledging that they did watch the person sign and date the blank spaces, but they too have to include the time down to the second."

Harry saw the outright disbelief on Light's face. "Paperwork sucks everywhere. And unfortunately, a lot of the operations of the afterlife runs on it. Order demands it," Harry rolled his eyes. "But here's the thing. With those wars, we were prepared and were ready for the huge number of incoming souls. But you and your little crusade? Caught us completely off-guard." Harry turned to Ryuk, "She is not pleased with you." Ryuk gulped.

Light was outright shocked. Nothing made Ryuk fearful. Not any of the murders that Light committed nor any of the trade-offs that Light made to ensure his perfect society a reality. But this Harry person had intimidated Ryuk with the ambiguousness of an unnamed woman. But the question was, what person could make Ryuk shake like that in fear?

"The thing is, Mr. Yagami," Harry interrupted Light, bringing him out of his thoughts, "this is one of the few things that you are incapable of understanding. But we have reached an impasse, especially with you." Harry let the ending hang. "But we of the otherworldly have a conundrum as we're not allowed to interfere with squishy mortals like yourself directly. We rely on chosen agents, coincidence even, to deal with people. Why do you think religion has existed as long as human history has even with the advent of atheism and agnosticism? But your situation is a little more… unique."

"Unique?" Light asked, his hand still grasping the Death Note. Well, if it was there, that is. So empty air.

"Oh yes," Harry replied with a grin. "You see, it's not every day when a Death Note makes its way into the mortal population; in fact, there are a few times where they have. Hitler was killed by one." Light found that to be very interesting. "Oh, yes. A survivor of one of the infamous death camps wrote that Hitler would commit suicide. They figured that it would prudent to show the remaining true Nazis that Hitler was a coward and chose the coward's way out instead of being prosecuted by The Hague for war crimes. A fitting end. But now we come to you." Light felt shivers run down his spine as Harry's eyes looked him over. "What shall we do with you?"

"Are you going to kill me?" Light attempted to sound confident but fell flat with his voice cracking like some pubescent teen.

Harry laughed. Not a maniacal laugh, like Light did when no one was watching, but one that sounded like Light made the funniest joke in the entire world. "No. Don't you remember? Us immortals can't directly interfere with you mortals. No, we have something else in mind for you." Harry then looked at Ryuk. "Why did you give him the Note?"

"I never gave him it," Ryuk replied quickly.

"Why did you allow him to keep it?" Harry reiterated.

Ryuk looked around as if he were searching for answers. "He looked like he would do something interesting with it."

Harry looked at Light once again, this time more critically. "Hmm, you're right. He certainly is 'interesting'." Harry took a few steps forward. Light made no movements to retreat. "Perhaps we can make this more… interesting. This little game of yours."

"What did you have in mind?" Light carefully asked.

"Hmm," Harry hummed with his hand on his jaw in a Thinker's pose. "I got it!" he snapped his fingers as he pulled his hand away. He rapped his knuckles against the Note and then handed the Note to Light. "Here."

Light looked at him as if Harry had grown a second head. "Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"What's the catch?" Light asked as he took the Note.

"What makes you think there's a catch?" Harry answered innocently.

"Because you just went on this whole tirade about how I'm a problem for you. What, are you going to go tell L who I am?"

"While tempting, he already suspects who you are out of a pool of suspects. The catch, as you say, are some new rules added to the Note. I would go ahead and get acquainted with them as they now determine what you can do with it. As I said, the immortals sometimes like entertainment, and you've caught the attention of my… employer. Hope, for your sake, that her interest isn't a waste of her time." Harry made sure to leave that on a very ominous note. "What are you waiting for? Read the rules," Harry ordered.

Light opened the Note, specifically towards the end of where the rules had ended once before as that seemed to be the logical place to put new rules. In fact, it seemed as though a new page had been added just for new rules to be added on. Light saw the new rules and his eyes widened, this would definitely put a screw into his plans that he would have to work around.

"What are you waiting for? Read them aloud for the rest of the class," Harry said with an insulting tone as he treated Light like an elementary school student.

"The wielder of the Note may not use said Note to kill off members of their family, especially if said family stands in the way of their agenda. Nor may said wielder use another person to write the names of a family member nor trick said family member into writing their own name into the Note," Light read with annoyance, realizing that he nor anyone else could kill off his father, who is a police officer, if he got in Light's way in building his new utopia. "The wielder of the Note may not give the Note to another individual to carry out their agenda in their stead without relinquishing absolute authority of the Note; that meaning that may have no influence over the new wielder's choices. If absolute control is not relinquished, then the names written in the Note will have a decreasing level of effectiveness to the point of single-digit percentages."

"As you can see, there's been a few… constraints placed upon you now because of your little spree killing of those you see as the scum of humanity," Harry said, pulling Light's attention away from the two new rules in the Note. "Personally, I think the rest of my fellow immortals wouldn't have cared if you got rid of the legitimate scum because we can process them quickly and thoroughly evaluate those who should have a chance at reincarnation. But hey, you can't change the past and that's hindsight for you." Harry then raised a hand in a salute that wouldn't be amiss in an anime anti-hero or childhood rival. "Have fun!"

Light stared at the mysterious man who vanished right before his eyes. It wasn't like he faded. No. He was there one moment and gone the next. And when Harry vanished, the crowd seemed to resume as they would have had Harry not been there in the first place. Light thought upon his plans, these new rules would change everything.

Meanwhile, hidden from the eyes of mortals, two individuals stood on a rooftop. One, of course, was Harry. Next to him was what looked like a girl that could have easily had been his daughter had people seen them and ignored the fact that they were standing on a roof precariously.

"Was this the wisest decision?" the girl asked in a very monotone way.

"Maybe, maybe not," Harry replied with a shrug. "We'll have to see."

"I hope you have contingencies in place?"

"Do you really think I'm THAT cocky?"

She gave him a deadpan look. "You forget that I've known you for many years across many timelines."

Harry shrugged. "Ok, I am THAT cocky, but I wouldn't be that cocky if I didn't have a backup plan in place. Plus, you wouldn't allow anything to happen to me, right?" There was no response. "Right?" More silence. "Well, let's see how this goes, shall we?"

To be continued…?

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So. That happened. As you can see this was a pretty short pilot in comparison to my normal pilot length. About 2.9k words. Not bad. Actually, it's quite the perfect length for a first chapter. Before I get into my normal post-pilot things I want to do with this, I do have a couple of notes.

First and foremost, I did have more rules I wanted to implement to really mess with Light. By messing with Light this challenges me on how I can get him to think his way out of it without being caught. Also, that remark about Hitler being killed by a Note? I thought that was pretty funny at the time because how poetic is it that he did commit suicide rather than face the consequences of his actions on the world stage, makes his ideology look weak when he has to take his own life. Third, did you know that there's a theory that states that Death Parade and Death Note share a universe? Interesting stuff.

Alright, so what do I want to do with this story? Well, as you can tell, this will be a "what-if" scenario where Harry as the Master of Death (and Death's bestest friend) mess with Light just to see if he is as intelligent as he claims to be. Already Harry has interfered with Light's plans, just how much can he screw them up for the lulz and Light attempting to gain some semblance of recovery. Basically, when Light overcomes one hurdle, he has to look over his shoulder to make sure that our favorite Brit isn't looking back at him to issue him another challenge that will mess his plans up even more that he has to fight through. Basically, Harry will be a huge troll doing things just to fuck with Light and the living people just for laughs.

But that's all I really have for this one. Do you have any suggestions on how I can make this one really work? What did you like? What didn't you like? Let me know. Have any suggestions for future ideas? Also, let me know, I just might use it. And before you ask Shadowz101, I'm still working on your idea that you messaged me a while back.

Until next time!