-8-
As a wizard, he was supposed to look down on muggles and their technology, their lack of magic, but in truth, Harry actually enjoyed his flight to America; really, travelling First Class was the best, and thanks to the Potter family fortune and the money his mother Lily had left, he had more than enough to ensure he had a top-notch seat for his trip to America. He had amazing service to make him feel comfortable during the long flight, and beautiful stewardesses to see to his every whim even if he treated them with respect and kindness.
When he was younger, Harry had been fascinated and amazed by the explorers of old; Vasco De Gama, Christopher Columbus, Marco Polo, and James Cook. They had changed the world forever, making their marks on history for better, or for worse.
Harry wanted to become just like them when he was a child, aware that there was so much more left to see. But as he grew older, he put aside most of those desires until he went to Hogwarts and discovered a whole new world to explore. Or worlds; with magic, Harry could effortlessly use his powers to help him travel the world, just so he could see it all by himself. It was just a shame that so many people were in the way.
But at the same time, Harry was a little disappointed with how…boring the flight was; oh sure, there were a few inflight movies, and the stewardesses did their best to provide for everyone.
But Harry did not really enjoy being confined to a metal tube thousands of feet above the ground, he would have preferred the slow lumbering bulk of an airship, like the ones he had seen in history books before the Hindenburg disaster. It would have been like a cruise, in the skies.
He would have wanted to take the time to do some sightseeing up in the skies, just passing through the clouds as the airship travelled ponderously on its way towards America.
Sure, while he knew many if not all wizards and witches, especially the Weasleys, would be repulsed at the idea of travelling so slowly while they were used to getting to places quickly, Harry would still have enjoyed something like that.
Still, he enjoyed the flight anyway.
As he read a sci-fi novel to help pass the time once the inflight movies had lost their charm and appeal after a while, Harry thought about what was happening in the magical world right now.
He couldn't help but ask himself how his absence would go with Black, but while he couldn't answer that question, he wondered what was going to come out of the Dursleys' murders.
Dumbledore would have found out about it by now, and he would likely be going mad, as he tried to find Harry, and work out some new contingency.
While he knew he would have to be careful and he would have to lay low for a bit before he went to his next magical school, Harry did intend to do something permanent to Dumbledore, but while he was prepared to write down Dumbledore's name in the Death Note book after all the shit he'd pulled off, Harry decided to sort it out now.
Putting his book away, Harry pulled out his backpack and he pulled out the Death Note book and a pen. After flicking through the pages, Harry reached the page where he'd written down the Dursleys' names.
In his head, he had a list of Death Eaters and their master in his mind. He wrote down Lucius Malfoy's name first, but he decided to leave the cause of death as blank, deciding to just make it appear to be natural. He only hoped that it was a painful heart attack after the basilisk was unleashed. He didn't feel anything for Malfoy's wife and son; the bastard had unleashed a deadly snake on the school through the idiot Ginny Weasley, and he had threatened Harry, who had promised to end the bastard's life, forever.
One day.
He just hadn't expected the day to come so quickly.
Lucius's name was now down. Now it was time for other Death Eaters.
Next on the list, Bellatrix, Rabastan, and Rodulphus Lestrange. After what he heard, they deserved it. Within five minutes, he had written down the whole of Voldemort's inner circle down on the list, before he decided to write down Peter Pettigrew's name, and he smirked as he pictured the reaction.
Harry leaned back in his seat, idly picking up a piece of chocolate from the stash he'd picked up. As he sucked on the hard piece of chocolate, feeling it melting on his tongue, Harry thought about the next part.
He knew enough of Tom Riddle's past to know about him, about what he had done to make himself immortal, and he knew that every single Death Eater had to be on the list.
Slowly he got to work, writing down the various names while writing down the name Tom Marvolo Riddle. It took him the best part of half an hour. Once the names were written down, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's over," he muttered to himself, "it's over."
Picking up another piece of chocolate in celebration, Harry leaned back in his seat, a smile playing across his lips. He had been looking for a way to end the threat of Voldemort for a while, now he had done it. But as he sat celebrating, he wondered about the other potential futures he had seen, and many of them he had not liked.
Sitting back up straight, Harry wrote down the names Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge in the book, deciding that the world would be better off without them, especially after seeing himself experience those blood quills. The woman was deranged, and Fudge was a simpleton.
After a while, Harry shrugged his shoulders, before he had an epiphany. He would spend a bit of his time going over muggle news, TV and newspaper, and he would look for people who had escaped justice, and he would just write down their names in the book. Fortunately, he had more than a few newspapers around him to help him compile a decent enough list of people, a bit more research and he should hopefully have a decent enough list of names to write down.
When the plane landed in America, Harry grabbed his things and he moved through the terminal before he saw a sign with his name on it. The MACUSA had become used to wizards using muggle - No, No-Maj - methods of travel, so they'd become knowledgeable of how they worked and what they needed to quickly get magicals out of the way before they made some stupid mistake.
"Welcome to America, Mr Potter," one of the wizards said to him after Harry greeted him.
"Thank you," Harry replied.
In the car, Harry was forced to endure the typical MACUSA lecture - the MACUSA took the Statute of Secrecy extremely seriously, and they didn't like it whenever travelling wizards came and caused problems, and they always stamped down hard on those who broke the law. Once that was over, Harry was treated to a really nice conversation. He was asked if he planned to move here. He was asked about Hogwarts, stuff like that. Harry, truthfully, was really unsure if he wanted to go to Ilvermorny, despite the school's glowing reputation.
So, he just told them that he planned to do some long-awaited sightseeing while he was here, but he would be using magical transportation from time to time. The wizards had no problem with that, thanks to what had been arranged already through the goblins. He would only need to carry out an interview in their HQ, where he would register his wand.
In return, Harry asked them some questions about where he could go, and what he could do, see and experience of the MACUSA. He had never travelled before, and he wanted to experience the best, and by the time he had got out of the car, just outside of the MACUSA's HQ, he had a nice list.
Escorted by the wizards, Harry got his first look inside the HQ. Dominating one long wall, was a very long painting, depicting a vast swath of New York, with a huge magical bird his shaky grasp of magical creatures told him was a thunderbird, travelling in flight.
Nearby were statues, Harry had learnt enough about the MACUSA to know how seriously they took their history, and how they'd made memorials like this, and he guessed their history was taught at much higher standard at Ilvermorny than at Hogwarts.
Harry's time at the HQ was fairly quick; his wand was registered, and he was given a portkeys to use in case of emergencies and a way to direct them, before he was subjected to more lectures alongside other magicals from other countries. Some of them were troublemakers; Harry was a bit of a troublemaker himself, so he could tell. Something told him they wouldn't last long here.
-8-
Once in his hotel, Harry began writing down the names of several magicals and muggles. There was a serial French rapist, Jean Calvet, who had been sentenced to 30 years in prison, in France. Harry wrote down his name, writing that he should be beaten to death. Added to the list were a few old schoolmates from his primary school days, along with Yvonne, his aunt's BFF.
A corrupt Swedish banker who'd been caught swindling thousands of people. Politicians in several countries - South Africa, China, Japan, Canada, America, and Portugal. He also added the names of dozens of Death Eaters he hadn't touched, before he looked through the history of the MACUSA, and he decided on writing down 'Gellert Grindelwald,' making sure he died of a heart attack. While it was not known that Grindelwald was still alive, he'd found out.
Next, Harry focused on the Scourers who were still alive in this day and age. After he had found out they had been unwilling and unknowing pawns in Grindelwald's plans to harness the power of an Obscurial, and saw they were psychotic and dangerous and that if they had known about them, then the Dursleys would have joined, hands down, Harry wrote down a general "the Scourers who hate the Magical World and have attacked the MACUSA before," in the Death Note book.
Granted, he didn't know if it would work or not, but there was only one sure way of finding out. To his immense surprise, it definitely worked, and the scourers were all exterminated. He read about it in many of the newspapers; mysterious deaths, people suffering from heart attacks or jumping off buildings. Some of the muggles suspected there was some cult, or other religious mumbo-jumbo.
Harry largely ignored it once he had learnt about it, and he focused instead on his visit to the MACUSA. He had a lot of fun, visiting famous magical sites, although one or two of them were extremely solemn.
There was a museum dedicated to the Salem Witch Trials. Every day there were visits there, where preserved memories revealed what it was like at the time, and seeing it like this was a history lesson beyond anything of Harry's experience. He knew that if Hermione Granger were here, she would be drooling.
Thinking about his so-called friends made Harry wonder what he was going to do about them. Sure, he was more than aware of the reality the Weasleys had an illegal marriage contract between him and Ginny, with Dumbledore's help. But the goblins had assured him the contract was never going to happen. What Harry had learnt about Hermione's role in this was disheartening; she was helping him with potions, but all the proof he had given the DMLE and sent to the media had resulted in a massive backlash against them.
But what disgusted him was how selfish Hermione was in real life, she had planned on stealing books from the Potter family after he got Ginny pregnant and he subsequently died, meaning his whole estate would go to them, and she would get some of the books. What she had done was line theft, and because of her crimes, she had justified the stupid belief that muggle-borns were out to steal magic. What happened to her, Harry did not know, and he made plans to make it known all muggle-borns were not thieves, but they should use this as an example to make it known what the consequences would be if they committed line theft.
Harry didn't know if Hermione had really thought through her deeds, but he didn't care.
-8-
During his time in the MACUSA, Harry didn't touch the Death Note book, he was too busy having fun. But he did learn from his time what was going on in Britain, but once he did, he did touch the book.
Dumbledore had gotten out thanks to his associates, and there were fears he would go after Harry. Once he read that Harry took the book and wrote down Dumbledore's name, certain he would come out after Harry. He also wrote down the names of some of Dumbledore's associates, one of them being Remus Lupin after learning how Lupin had helped Dumbledore with keeping him at Number 4. Once he learnt about that, and the man's ties to Harry's parents and how he had once been James Potter's friend, Harry decided he was dead. And since he was a werewolf, coming up with a nice punishment for him was easy. He had Remus Lupin murdered with a silver knife, and the knife slit his throat before it was plunged into his chest.
Harry…spent a couple of days racking his brains, wondering about others. Then he wrote down the names of the Weasley family, all of them. He didn't want them coming after him, ever again.