Title: Reincarnation

Rating: T+

Warning: Crossover, AU themes, Fantasy themes, violence, profanities, blasphemy, the dabbling of a bored authoress...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter of Death Note, thank you very much. Though I wish I did...

Summary: On Halloween 1981, Britain's most Dark Lord died thanks to Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. L Lawliet, soon-to-be World's Greatest Detective, was born on Halloween 1981...or rather, Tom Riddle was. HPxDN Crossover

A/N: I had noticed that Voldemort in Harry Potter died on the same day as L Lawliet was born, therefore, this had to be written! XD

Okays, this isn't going to be a cliché, 'oh noes! L is goin' 2 hogwarts!!11 Lol!1!' Well, L will be going to Hogwarts, but it won't be to learn to do magic tricks, voluntarily, mind you. L is going to be his usual creepy, wide eyed self, at ten years old (because c'mon, imagining L as a ten year old is sooooo cute!), but there's gonna be subtle differences, especially as the years grind on. I may or may not end this story as canon, I'm just writing this to see I can write a successful Harry Potter and Death Note crossover.

Well, enjoy!

PS: Raito isn't in this guys, sorry.

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"The Devil tempts, but the idle man tempts the Devil."

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PROLOGUE

"Aveda Kedavra."

Lord Voldemort knew something was off as soon as he had finished the last syllable of the curse, crimson eyes narrowing as the incandescent green light surged towards the infant in the crib with startling speed, his muscles tensing up a gravity suddenly, without reason, began to increase.

His suspicion was proved true when the Killing Curse, the curse that would finally wrench away the only thing that could kill him, ricocheted violently from the babe's forehead, the green light emitting a screech as it collapsed into itself before exploding back towards him, the magic sparking and hissing viciously.

Lord Voldemort hissed, his own magic unfurling to meet the threat shooting towards him and lashed outwards. The sickly grey and green magic was sliced clean through, the Dark Lord shrieking an inhuman scream of agony and fear as the rebounded curse punched into his chest and gnawed its way into his body, pumping into every vein and artery, boiling his blood and burning his organs in a haze of torturous fire.

Panicked, the Dark Lord frantically tried to shy away from the pain, condensing his magic inwards to coat his inner Magical Core from permanent harm and, by extension, the remaining scrap of soul left in his body. As he felt his body disintegrate to ash, Lord Voldemort spat and struggled against the Killing Curse he cast trying to eat through his shields, trying to detach himself from his now useless body.

Lord Voldemort managed to push the curse away long enough to tear himself out of his corpse, screaming in mindless rage as he rose up through the air as nothing more then a transparent spectre, unable to touch the mortal world. He hissed hatefully at the crying babe in the cot, his magic coiling itself tightly round his body as a metaphysical serpent, crimson eyes flashing at the squalling child.

Unfortunately, the Dark Lord's distraction was enough for the Killing Curse (now beginning to give up in trying to claim the elusive 'soul' behind impregnable shields) to slip in through the cracks, the burning green clawing at the remnants of Lord Voldemort's soul and torn it asunder for one final time.

The Dark Lord, screamed, both with rage and agony, and shoved the Killing Curse away from his core, the green light smouldering into embers and sparking along the carpet where tiny flames of green began gnawing at the fibres. He rose up, away from the babe and the growing green fire and fled, using his magic to try and hold his ribbon shred soul together long enough for him to gain a host and mend it that way.

Lord Voldemort did not feel a sliver of himself peel away, the only blemish of white slipping away from the mass of sick grey and green.

X.x.X

On Halloween 1981, L Lawliet was born at 11:59pm, healthy and alive, despite the doctors who said that he should be, by all medical evidence, stillborn.

It was almost like Magic.

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A/N: Interested? This is just to see what response I'd get for doing this so I'd only continue if there's popular demand.

Hope y'all enjoyed!