A.N
So… I found out I really like Death Note.
Like, a lot.
Depending on the response to this, it may be continued, but don't expect twenty chapters or something like that. There will likely be nine chapters.
I've had a bunch ideas rolling around in my head for awhile, and need a way to let them out, while recovering from the severe overload that came from my previous series.
Well then, enjoy.
(I don't own Harry Potter or Death Note.)
It's been too long… A lone thought drifted through the mind of one of the oldest beings to grace the desolate wasteland that their kind had called home for so many millennia.
None of his fellow denizens remembered The Beginning, when existence had begun, when they all lost who they once were, and became something else.
Not all of them were human, or some other… thing once of course, most of them just started appearing in this dead world long ago…
Funny… A dead world for death gods… The creature thought, as it stared out over the great spans of the dull world, nothing suiting his picky desires. In his skewed glance, he looked for colors, skyscrapers, signs, life… anything that had been interesting.
Nothing, again. He mused, as he sneered at the toxic air around him.
After all he had seen, he was back here… in this darkness.
It was unfair, in a way, this existence, but he digressed; he didn't have a choice really, just like that meat woman said, he was born this way.
For miles onward, grey skies dominated the majority of the land, fallen and long dead trees littered the wilds, jagged rocks and cliffs reaching upwards to impale the sky.
He had seen only these lands for so very long, memorized every crack, every decayed plant, felt every rock and stone…
He was bored.
He was quick to bore, honestly, but instead of simple boredom, he felt… a longing deep inside himself.
A yearning to leave this place, and travel to a world that he had loved with every fiber of his being…
The Human Realm… Oh its beauty hadn't been what tugged at whatever lied within his chest, no… it was something much simpler than that.
What he missed most… was apples.
A common thing in their world, that was extremely rare in his 'home', and when found was near inedible. A dried, lifeless husk was what his home offered as a delicacy.
Oh yeah, and there was Light of course, he'd been super interesting.
He missed him sometimes, but he'd been through this whole thing before.
Drop a Death Note (Preferably not his own) into the Human Realm, wait for some poor soul to pick it up, and follow them around for the rest of their mortal life…
It was a fun time, even though he was still technically on 'probation' after the last time.
The King apparently didn't really like that he had been somewhat responsible for the whole issue in Japan… and the death of Rem… and the crime of almost revealing to the humans that Shinigami existed.
Oh yeah, he supposed that was a tired subject.
Shinigami, they were strange looking, even frightening as well and had all sorts of abilities… but that got old quickly.
And he knew best, as he was blessed with being one, and a damn scary one judging from people's screams, but he didn't care even a bit.
To him, he was handsome, and other shinigami tended to agree, but that wasn't his main issue.
He wanted something to do, and had nothing at all.
Regardless, he couldn't just sit on this rock for the rest of eternity…
Maybe the humans had rubbed off on him at some point, but he just could not stand this place anymore.
Nothing changed, nothing got better, nothing improved, nothing got worse… it was truly… nothing.
Grey, that was it. Everywhere…
It had been six years since he had returned to this accursed world, and immediately he wanted to go back.
Back to the world of lights, music, apples… and interesting things.
He supposed he belonged here, with the other freaks he called kin, but… the cravings…
They were making him so…
"THAT'S IT!" He yelled, as he jumped from the pointy cliff-face he had been seated on for several years, and began a rushed journey to a place he had seen so long ago.
All shinigami knew of the place, making his path a well visited one.
Stories would spread through the realm, of his mad and erratic flight to the only 'doorway' that existed here, all the while ranting at the top of his voice.
One shinigami would later claim that their death note had mysteriously come up missing, but would be ignored in favor of the other aspects of such story.
Through all of that commotion, he eventually reached a cave that rested as the border between realms, a small hole far within being its only point of interest.
With nary a thought, he threw the newly acquired black notebook into the crater, and watched as it fell farther and farther from his sight.
His actions unmistakable, and far too long gone, he sat atop of a convenient boulder, and began to wait…
However, Ryuk was never a patient shinigami.
It was raining…
Most people hated the rain, but Harry Potter, from his hiding spot behind the school dumpster, found it soothing.
He was supposed to be in lunch, but he knew that would be stupid. Dudley would just steal it from him, or trip him into his own food.
People would laugh at him, and throw food.
The teachers would be outraged.
He'd be punished.
No matter what could happen, Harry would be blamed for it, no matter how impossible it would be.
He sighed, and opened his eyes, the dark sky meeting his wandering gaze, rain droplets matting his hair.
By now, he just accepted life as it came, and took whatever abuse fate had for him.
He could be angry, sad even, but no… he was just horribly bitter. He used to think other kids were like him, punished just as he was, but he wasn't an idiot.
'Normal' children weren't treated like filth, kept in a cupboard under the stairs like an old shoe box, or forced to burn themselves cooking for fat slobs…
Yet, he was.
This was his life, and nothing was going to-
Just as he was about to stand and face whatever punishment his teacher would give to him, a loud bang resonated from within the dumpster, leaving him to only stare at the steel bin.
Harry looked around then, trying to see if anyone was nearby that could have hit the dumpster and saw no one in sight.
His curiosity peaked, he began to the climb up the side of it, his small hands grasping for a hold on the metal.
Just as he reached the top and tried to peek into it, something gave away under his grip, and he fell forward into the dumpster, the foul garbage softening his fall.
"Gross…" Harry muttered, as he looked around him, hoping that whatever had made the sound wasn't a raccoon.
He REALLY didn't need rabies… Especially after falling onto trash, and having something dig into his back.
What is that anyway? He wondered, as he felt behind him, moving aside grimy food trays until he felt something… leathery.
With a bit of effort, and after scooting over, Harry was able to pull the offending item out to find a… book?
It appeared to be a standard textbook, much like the snobbier children in his school used, and made of some strange black leather.
It wasn't particularly long, only having roughly fifty pages, and not that thick.
What drew his attention however, was white lettering imprinted on the top of the tome, the entire thing giving off an… ominous feeling.
"What the…?" Harry muttered quietly, his eyes widening as he read two words.
Death Note
Ignoring the fact that he should have returned to the school by now, Harry turned the cover over, and saw pages with what seemed to be… rules regarding the book.
He 'knew' this had to be a joke, but he read them regardless.
* How to Use: I
The person whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds…
He couldn't believe that these rules… they weren't even the entire first page… There were sixty rules in this thing… and way too many pages for this to be normal.
Deciding that he definitely couldn't leave this behind, despite how wrong and disturbing the thing was, he shoved the dirty book beneath his expansive shirt to avoid the rain, and began his solemn trek to the school.
I've got to get rid of this thing… He thought to himself, as he neared the front of the school… only to see his cousin Dudley and their teacher waiting for him...
Harry was an unlucky lad.
He had been punished of course, several bruises now coated his body, but at least the… book from before, hadn't been discovered.
He hadn't trusted it inside pf his raggedy rucksack, as his horrid aunt picked through it every afternoon.
He was thankful however, that his uncle wasn't THAT kind of uncle, so the book had remained hidden.
Rather than tempt whatever force that possibly could lurk within the book, or fall pray to whatever joke it must have been, he simply hid it beneath a loose board in his cupboard.
Besides… he didn't want to be disappointed.
He gave one last glance however at the cover of it, before coming to a resolve and placing the board back into place.
Even if the book was real, he didn't want to resort to murder.
Who could even do such a thing?
In a single year, his life had become worse than he had ever imagined.
As his school had gotten a new teacher, Harry had secretly began to turn in ACTUALLY impressive work, which his teacher had graded without his family knowing.
He assumed that the teacher had some inkling of what his family was like to him, and sent them falsified report cards to satisfy them.
He had been happy for a time, and had resolved to do better in school… until Dudley had caught him slipping the teacher work.
Vernon had flown into a blood rage when he had learned of Harry's deception, and had broken the boy's left arm, and given him a concussion as well.
The poor boy, his arm twisted in a sickening way, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, now curled himself on his tiny mattress, and tried to sleep the pain away.
He couldn't keep this up, trying to do his best while avoiding the wrath of his family.
He wouldn't break or wilt under his uncle's hand and agree to be an idiot…
He had to stop this.
I-if only I c-could… wait… Harry thought to himself before freezing, his eyes panning over the cupboard, only to rest on a damaged board at the edge of the closet.
It was bent slightly, and the nails were barely hammered in, the wood appearing to come up at the slightest effort.
He remembered that board, and he remembered what lie beneath.
He had to try, at least once; even if it was fake, he could at least try.
Crawling off his bed, and silently moving across the floor, he began pulling out the loose nails.
With the board lifted aside, he looked over his 'treasure' box.
Underneath the floor, rested a small battered box, within rested several small trinkets he had hidden over the years.
Broken toys, little bits of shiny metals, smooth rocks, a single cracked crayon, and… that book.
The black book.
The Death Note.
He had read the rules one long night, and had been shocked at how detailed the item had been.
That only lent credence to the slight chance that it might actually be true.
Deciding that it was worth a shot, he flipped the book to the first blank page, then turned to the box once more.
He grabbed his only writing utensil, the only one Dudley hadn't stolen from him, a smashed red crayon.
Taking a deep breath, his eyes closing as he calmed himself.
Harry Potter opened his eyes, and began to write…
Harry sat in the dark of the spare bedroom he had claimed as his own after Vernon had died, just thinking.
He couldn't believed that it had been true… but it happened…
Vernon Dursley had died of a heart attack after a minute, and that was it.
His aunt Petunia had become a broken woman after that, bitter and sad at the bastard's death, and barely protested when Harry did as he liked.
Dudley wasn't much better than before, but without either of his parents advocating for him, the boy tended to remain silent most of the time much as Harry had once been.
Harry wasn't much different either but he had taken full advantage of the man's death.
Yes, he still couldn't believe he had actually… killed his uncle, but he couldn't feel true grief for the fat bastard.
He had never liked the man that was technically his relative, and the feeling had been mutual.
With that, Harry had done all he could in his life, from becoming the top in his class, to getting himself some actual clothes.
In her state of depression, his aunt didn't really keep track of her credit card.
Thankfully though, Vernon had gotten insurance years ago, and that was what currently paid the bills. Not having to worry about that kept his aunt oblivious, and that was exactly how Harry wanted her.
If a few hundred pounds disappeared every once in awhile, his aunt certainly hadn't noticed.
Harry chuckled as he recalled that, remembering the trip he had taken to the local store.
He had probably made that clerk and the manager's day, buying out their entire stock of sweets.
Harry decided that he definitely liked sugar, and he couldn't get enough of the stuff.
Though, he definitely needed to find a dentist or two…
Onto the topic of his mental debate, he looked down at the black book that changed his life.
To be honest he hadn't really thought to use the Note again after Vernon's death, but he had felt an… urge to grab the book, so he had.
A strange light began to stream through the room's window then, and a large shadow rose out of the corner of his eye.
"You know… most people write more than one name down by now." A demonic voice spoke out in the darkness, scaring the life out Harry and causing the boy to fall from his chair, his arms held up in defense.
"Wh… You're the shinigami… aren't you? I read about you." Harry muttered softly, his eyes struggling to see the tall, wispy figure in the dark around them.
Slowly and cautiously standing, Harry moved to his desk lamp and turned it on carefully, his eyes never leaving the intruder.
The light flicked on, and he looked over the winged figure that he assumed would be following him from around now.
The shinigami had long, pointed black hair that stood straight up, chalk white skin, and a twisted sharp smile that frankly made him uncomfortable. It's eyes were yellow and beady as they focused on Harry, giving him the feeling that the demon was staring into his soul.
The creature's clothing was made of strange black leather and seemed to be sewed into his very skin.
Shiny silver bits were scattered across the shinigami's form, a belt buckle, rings, and oddly enough… a heart-shaped earring.
"Yep! My name is Ryuk… and damn that flight was crazy! Never thought it would land in Britain though. I've never been here before." The shinigami, Ryuk, said in an excited manner as it took in the details of Harry's room, before phasing through the walls.
After returning, and facing Harry's shocked face, he spoke once more.
"Hmm… didn't expect you though… What are you, six?" Ryuk asked curiously, as he scrunched his eyes exactly at Harry's scar, his face darkening for a second.
"I'm seven years old… did you come to make me write more? Because I don't want to, I'm not going to become a monster… " Harry muttered darkly as he tried to muster up what courage he had, his eyes beginning to shine slightly even though he couldn't see them.
Ryuk looked almost amused then, though an aura of curiosity surrounded the shinigami.
"I'm not here to make you do anything little guy, everything is up to you… If you don't want the death note, you can always pass it on, you know… You'll forget everything about it, and me, of course." Ryuk asked with a wide grin, as Harry looked down at the note in question, the book held firmly in his little hands.
Harry thought over all he had done with the book, and how it had changed his life and him so much.
He remembered the joy he had felt at his newfound freedom, the shock he had felt at the news of Vernon's death, and the… thrill he had felt when he had realized the power he held in his hands.
He had tried to be good… Tried to put it away after getting rid of his problems… but he knew he couldn't let it go.
He was so happy now… he was a selfish boy, he knew that now… but he didn't have to be.
He knew he couldn't trust some random person with the note, there was a very low chance that whoever got it next would be a benevolent person, and who knows what they'd do to the world…
Even if he had to lock it away, he couldn't let it fall into the wrong hands… but he could do good with it, couldn't he?
There were criminals in this world after all… and they were just running free, hurting people, getting parole for no reason…
He could stop them… rid the world of crime and sadness… Make it so no other child would live the life he had…
He knew what he had to do now.
Harry turned to Ryuk then, his face growing firm as a crimson glow began to consume his shining emerald eyes.
Ryuk leaned forward at that, and watched closely as Harry came to his sole decision, the decision only he could make now.
At seeing such a familiar look, Ryuk began smiling even more than before.
Oh yes, this one is interesting. The Shinigami thought, as he began to grow excited. He had missed this, so much.
Harry however, knew there was no going back from this.… and he didn't intend to.
There needed to be someone like him… Had to be… he would be the hero the world needed.
"Ryuk… Help me fix the world."
Did you enjoy?
I hope you all did.
How did I do? Is it horrible? Wonderful? Should it be longer? Let me know.
This is mainly a setup chapter, the rest will be longer and each chapter will cover a year of Harry Potter. Philosopher's Stone is next.
As for the reason why I chose this crossover exactly, (Besides my new found love for Death Note) is that I can barely find any well developed, Harry Potter/Death Note crossovers that aren't Harry shipped with L, or with Harry not getting the note.
There have been a few Kira-Harry ones that I have liked though, here and there, but they have all been abandoned.
Also… regarding the timeline (As Death Note took place in the two-thousands, and Harry Potter in the nineteen-nineties…), let's assume HP Book one takes place in 2021. Alright?
Anyway, I've decided to make this chapter, and I like this, to be honest.
I will probably write more, until I can find the inspiration to write more of my other stories.
If you've come from those, I hope you enjoy this too.
Look forward to updates everyone.
Have a good morning.
-Oscar