A man sat in a dimly lit home office. His herbal tea was freshly made for him to sip on after a long day at work hunting down a wannabe dark lord. He caught the bastard, finally, with enough evidence to ensure justice was served - the idiot used mundane children as blood sacrifices for an immortality ritual for merlin's sake. He deserved the harshest the law can dish out!

Despite the bittersweet success (twelve children ages 3-9 died), he could do without the paperwork from bringing an end to a high-profile case. The bane of his existence. His adventurous spirit hated being chained to a desk.

A familiar figure appeared behind him as he took a sip of his precious tea. He didn't flinch or drop his teacup from the abruptness of the presence – he was used to it. He enjoyed that well deserved sip before calmly putting his tea on the saucer and swiveling his chair around to greet his guest.

"Good evening, Death," Harry said cordially. He looked at his friend from head to toe gauging the reason for this visit and couldn't help quirking his lip in amusement. He was 90% sure Death was about to provide him a desperately needed adventure. "It's been a few months. How have you been?"

The entity released a long-suffering sigh that they had apparently been wanting to release since his arrival. Death could be dramatic when they wanted.

"Harry, Harry, Harry. It's been awful."

Harry quirked his eyebrow intrigued. He was definitely being sent on a job. Kreacher, ever the loyal house elf, popped another cup and saucer onto the desk.

"Take a seat, have some tea, and tell me all about it," Harry said turning around then pouring the entity some tea and adding two dollops of honey to it as they prefer.

Death flopped into the chair across from him, one leg draped over the arm of the chair, and a hand dramatically placed over his eyes as if to block out the stupidity vexing him. Harry calmly sipped his tea waiting for them to collect themself.

"Paperwork, Harry!" The entity griped.

"Ah, the necessary evil. I can relate," Harry chuckled bemusedly.

The entity sat up straight and looked at Harry like he was nuts. "No, no, no, Harry. You wrapped up a single case. I am being flooded with deaths that were not meant to be! Deaths of men and women who should've had years and years. Extra paperwork! You do not relate at all!" They pointed their finger accusingly at his 'master.'

Harry tilted his head in curiosity trying to think of what could be the issue, before shaking his head and coming up blank. "I concede your point, my friend. What's causing it?"

Death shook their head in mock disappointment. "You're so stuck in the wizarding world you probably haven't even heard…"

Harry groaned tiredly, "You already caught my attention, Death. Can we not play this game? Shoot it to me straight."

"Fine! Since you insist…" Death leaned forward quickly and placed a finger on his master's forehead. When his finger connected, the emerald eyed young immortal shut his eyes from habit to view the scenes Death shared.

When the images stopped, fierce eyes snapped open glowing AK green with rage. "This is unacceptable. Two rogue Shinigami. Un-fucking-believable." Death nodded just as fiercely in agreement.

"Work with that detective. You'll like him."

"Of course," he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "This isn't my first job, friend. I'll read in his whole taskforce if they sign the goblin secrecy contracts."

"Ah, yes. It's nice to have connections. At least suffering through your horrible childhood counts for something," Death chuckled at his master. They were proud of Harry for growing into his Slytherin side more and more. It was an easy way to cut through red tape when needed.

Suddenly, Death downed his tea and abruptly stood up. "Welp, call me if you need me, master. Thousands of unnatural deaths need my attention. It was good to see you."

Harry nodded at his friend, "I'll head to Tokyo tomorrow and take this mundane Dark Lord down." Death faded away as quickly as they came.

Harry scowled at the paperwork still sitting on his desk, but quickly set to work to finish before his trip. He'll be packed and gone tomorrow alright. This wasn't something that could wait.

A loud crack sounded in an empty alleyway in the Shibuya District of Tokyo. The noise of the city easily drowned it out. It was the perfect place for Harry to casually join the crowds of walking civilians going to work and stop by a nearby café for a quick breakfast. He was an hour earlier than he initially planned and had plenty of time. He was not really in the biggest rush considering this case should be relatively quick to resolve if the task force is sensible.

Harry had done his research ever since Death visited him at 17 and called him 'master' in an adorable way one would give a teasing nickname to a best friend. He will eradicate the rogue Shinigami with little issue.

Despite how cut and dry this case was to Harry, he was under no illusion that this would be an easy assignment. He wasn't naïve to think those on the task force were going to be sensible by any means from the comprehensive knowledge he had on them all through Death's visions. The largest hurdle was one of the lead investigators, Soichiro Yagami, was the father of the guilty party Light Yagami – there were underlying familial feelings coloring and derailing the local police involvement. Another large hurdle was L and his genius brain needing proof – which he would gladly provide. Getting the task force to sign the secrecy contracts would be yet another obstacle.

Light Yagami was an entire problem himself. It was a philosophical debate replaying in Harry's mind since Death's visit. Would little Yagami have found another way to systematically murder criminals if he never came across the Death Note? Would he have been able to curb those murderous impulses? Take away the Death Note and does he feel remorse?

Regardless of questions of morality, Light was guilty of his crimes. He's a mortal with a god complex. He consciously used the book, consciously killed FBI agents who were innocent, consciously killed Naomi Misura who was innocent, and consciously decided to play judge, jury, and execution. Not to mention his bloodlust towards L won't be satiated until L dies by his pen.

Harry tried to reconcile the irrefutable fact that Death Notes do not take away the user's free will... But the temptation for those on the brink is irresistible. However, Light made choices to do what he did, flew too close to the sun, and was going to burn. Misa Amani is right along with him.

Ryuk and Rem would have their own punishments – he was going to unmake them immediately if they did not provide a better reason than "I was bored" (*cough Ryuk cough*). The Shinigami King would also need to be replaced. The whole ordeal screamed of the King's incompetence at managing his assets. Allowing Ryuk to have a second notebook due to oversight speaks of a systematic issue stemming from the leadership of their realm with catastrophic results. Thousands have died.

It made Harry wonder whether he should take out the whole lot of them. Were Shinigami even necessary if they lost their sense of purpose to maintain balance of life and death? Their realm decays like their minds from their curse of immortality. Gutting them and starting fresh is really the only solution on his mind. It's poetic in a way to use their deaths to continue the balance of life and death – all things must die. New Shinigami born from the ashes of the old. It's very appropriate.

Those thoughts consumed him during his breakfast and his walk over to the hotel L was currently using as a base of operations for the task force. He shook his head to absentmindedly to focus back on the present. He patted down his pocket trying to find the blindfold he brought with him. A show of trust to say, 'hey, I don't want to see your faces, and yes, I know how Kira kills.'

It's showtime, Harry thought as he entered the lobby. As soon as he was inside, he put the blindfold on and walked twenty steps to the welcome desk.

"S-sir? Can I help you?" asked the poor woman manning the desk. The tremble in her voice made it obvious she was nervous about his unusual behavior.

"Yes! Thank you!" Harry said warmly, hoping to ease the tension. "Sorry for the blindfold, I know it's weird, but it's necessary. I need you to contact whoever rented out floor sixteen, please. I have information for them crucial to their work. Please tell them that. My name is Harry James Potter from England."

"Alright, s-sir. Would you like to sit down while we reach out?" Such a sweet voice should not sound so terrified. He failed in easing her tension.

"Blind as a bat right now. I'll wait here." He joked, trying another attempt to lighten the mood.

"Okay it'll be a moment," she replied with only a slight lift in her voice.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello! Is this Watari-san?"

"Yes, Watari is currently speaking. To whom am I talking to?"

"This is Jun from the front desk. There is a Harry James Potter here wanting to speak to you. He says he has vital information for your work. Um, he's blindfolded. Not sure why, but he said it was important and that he apologizes for the weirdness."

"Can you hold for a few moments, please?" Watari asked.

"S-sure."

Watari walked into the main investigation center to alert L to the request. L was sitting in his crouched position reviewing the hostage scene from Sakura TV once again to see if there was anything he missed.

"L, someone is in the lobby blindfolded saying he has information to help solve the case. A Harry James Potter from England."

L's thumb went to his mouth, and his shoulders tensed as he processed that loaded message.

"He's blindfolded so he knows how Kira kills and is making himself vulnerable to gain trust. He knew where to find us despite our location being as secretive as we can make it until we move into the new HQ. If he agrees to handcuffs, we should talk to him. Any move he makes towards removing his blindfold will be seen as hostile."

"Are you sure?" asked Matsuda with his eyebrows raised to his hairline. "This is a pretty big risk."

"We have face coverings. We'll take precautions." L said dismissively. "This could either be what we need or a waste of time, but my intuition is saying we go for it."

"Matsuda grab a face covering and come with me. We'll bring him up," Soichiro-taicho said. There was clang of metal as he grabbed his cuffs having already dawned his helmet with his visor down.

"I'll let the receptionist know," Watari said.

L changed the video feed from the Sakura TV recording to the lobby. The man was in a relaxed, non-threatening position with his hands on the counter in full view, selling up the 'I come in peace' persona. There was minor tension in his shoulders showing slight discomfort at blinding himself and creating a vulnerability, but he made a valiant effort to hide it. He had messy black hair, Caucasian skin, and stood about 175 cm. Despite his relaxed state, it was obvious he had combat training. He could spring into action the minute something turned wrong if necessary.

When Soichiro and Matsuda entered the lobby and approached the man, he smiled at the pair and nodded in agreement, presenting his hands in front of himself slowly. He bowed his head slightly towards the pair once the cuffs clicked closed around him and gestured casually in a manner that said, 'after you.' Matsuda grabbed his elbow lightly and led him to the elevator.

This should be interesting, L thought. I'm intrigued.