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This is a new story (well that's kind of obvious but I do not know what else to say here really...)

This will probably be updated once a month of so... so don't get your hopes up for quick updates because it probably won't happen unfortunately...

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"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Shinigami speech"

Chapter 1- The little black book

The Dursley family who held residence at number 4 Privet drive, Surrey liked to think that they were extremely normal, thank you very much. But the Dursley's had a secret that they would be horrified if anyone else found out, this secret was a witch who didn't know she was a witch called Amity Caramel Potter. Miss Potter also held residence with the three Dursleys at Privet Drive however she was quite unwanted and whilst Dudley Dursley had two bedrooms all to his seven year old self, Amity Potter's room was the small space in the cupboard under the stairs. She didn't complain though, it wouldn't do her any good to complain about her treatment or the chores she had to do; she would just be shut in her cupboard until her Uncle let her out.

"You'll be late for school if you don't hurry up!" Her Aunt called as she knocked on the door to the cupboard.

"Coming Aunt Petunia" She replied.

She picked up some of her (few) clothes from where she stored them folded neatly on a small shelf at the back of the cupboard. If she had been a boy she figured she'd be forced to wear Dudley's cast off's; as she wasn't a boy once every 6 months her aunt would take her to several charity shops and picked out anything that fit her in an under 30 pound budget. She wished her primary school had a set uniform but unfortunately they didn't and she was stuck wearing things that would fit right in with the 'Thrift shop' music video.

Today she put on one of the few things she actually liked to wear, it was a zip up, long, dark indigo coloured hoodie; with cat ears on the hood. She wore it over a long sleeved black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans.

She made her way out of the cupboard and Dudley rudely pushed her into the wall as he barged past on the way to the kitchen. She shrugged off her treatment unconcernedly, Dudley was always like that, food comes before anything else in his mind.

She walked into the kitchen and took her usual place at the table, unlike the others at the table she was not eating a full English breakfast she had a meagre round of toast. Not that she minded much, she was practically a vegetarian and didn't enjoy meat very much; she would eat it if her aunt put it on the plate though, otherwise her Uncle would say she was being ungrateful. She usually made sure she kept her eyes on her plate at meals however she stole a glance at her uncle when he snapped: "Comb your hair girl!", she answered with an obedient: "Yes Uncle Vernon" but inside she glared hatefully at the man, if you could call him that... 'Humans usually have a neck but I guess he compensates for it with that massive moustache' she thought scathingly. She didn't think there would ever be anyone she hated as much as her Uncle Vernon but it wasn't without provocation...

If someone walked into number 4 Privet Drive that day last year they would have seen a very strange sight; stood on a small stool in the kitchen in front of the stove was a little five year old girl, she was a lot smaller than many her age and had messy, tousled, ebony black hair that fell to just past her hips, it was currently tied into a high ponytail to keep it out of her face. Her shiny, bright emerald eyes were fixed on a pan on the stove; her uncle Vernon insisted she make breakfast; to earn her keep so to speak, she didn't think she was cooking this bacon properly and put some more oil in, 'This is how you fry things isn't it?' she wondered as she looked curiously at the bacon swimming in bubbling oil and fat.

"Are you done yet Girl?" Her Uncle snapped from the living room, her Aunt was upstairs seeing to Dudley who had broken yet another ornament but had this time been unable to blame it on Amity.

"Umm... Not sure Uncle Vernon" She said back uncertainly.

"It better be done by the time the News is over Girl!" he shouted, the threat implied. She briefly wondered if her Aunt was aware he was making her do this but dismissed the thought, she had other things to worry about now.

She tried to lift the pan off the stove and onto he pan stand next to it, but it was much to heavy.

She screamed in agony as she dropped the pan and spilt burning oil and fat down her leg, alighting her trouser leg, she collapsed to the floor; still screaming, as her Aunt came running down the stairs.

Her Aunt screamed as entered the kitchen and she hurried to the sink and picked up the full bowel of water had left for the washing up and chucked it over her nieces leg.

Amity kept screaming as Aunt Petunia hurried over to her side screeching for her husband. "VERNON! VERNON!"

"What has she done now?!" Amity's uncle snapped as he stormed into the kitchen.

"Vernon we need to get her to the hospital! NOW!"

He looked at her bleeding and severely burnt leg and said "just put a bandage on it, its the girls own blasted fault anyway!"

"Vernon! this is serious! she'll need proper medical treatment!"

"It'll teach her not to mess up again" Vernon said savagely.

"Oh get out of my way!" Aunt Petunia snapped hurrying to the phone to call an ambulance.

"I will not pay for her medical bills!" Vernon snapped.

"I will then!" Petunia snapped as she dialled 999.

Dudley who had gone to look what all the commotion was squealed and ran back upstairs when he spotted his cousin barely conscious on the kitchen floor.

Her Aunt Petunia had gone with her in the ambulance and waited in the hospital as the Surgeons treated her leg.

She had been there when she had woken back up after her surgery and had hugged her as she had cried for over two hours. Amity was in the children's ward of the hospital for three weeks to make sure there was no nerve damage and Aunt Petunia visited her everyday. She had been left with a mass of ugly scar tissue across her left thigh, from the top of her thigh to her knee.

Amity was never allowed to cook since, her Aunt had made sure of that, her Aunt was the only one who was ever on her side and had been much nicer to her since the incident, Uncle Vernon was much worse than ever before though and to compensate for not cooking she did every other chore available, although her Aunt would do a lot of them if he wasn't in.

Once breakfast was finished, Aunt Petunia handed Amity and Dudley their packed lunches which they put into their backpacks and waved them off at the door.

Their school was just four blocks away from Number 4 so both of them walked to school every day. As usual Dudley shoved her to the ground as soon as they were around the corner and ran off ahead of her.

She stood back up and dusted off her clothes as if nothing had happened before carrying on walking, this was normal by now and she couldn't retaliate because her Uncle Vernon would just lock her in her cupboard for "insolence".

'If Uncle Vernon was taken out of the picture my life would be so much better...' she though wistfully, 'maybe one day Aunt Petunia will see sense and divorce him... if only I was so luc-'

She was broken from her musings as she spotted something very strange...

She stopped walking, there was a little black book falling from the sky, she could see its pages fluttering as it twisted and turned in the air. It hit the ground in the middle of the road with a dull, flat thud.

She looked both ways on the road and sprinted to pick it up before dashing back to the pavement.

Amity turned the book over in her hands, it appeared to be made of leather and it smelt quite old however all the blank pages were lined and crisp like newly printed notebooks. She noticed the cover had Death Note written on it in silver letters and there was some sort of instruction manual in several black pages at the front of the book. She didn't have time to read them now though she was going to be late for school, she looked around but there was no one else on the street and intrigued by the book she put it into her backpack and ran the rest of the way to school.

All through her first two lessons her thoughts were mainly on the black leather book in her bag that was just a little bit smaller than her A4 school books, her mind kept returning to how it had fallen from the sky and what was written in it that she had yet to discover. It was a great relief when break-time rolled around so she could go get a better look at the little black book.

She hurried out into the playground with her classmates and practically ran over to her usual spot on the playground, it was usually in the shade all throughout the day and so no one else wanted to spend any time their when there was a whole playground covered by sunshine.

Amity sat with her back leaning on the brick of the school building behind her, she used her worn backpack to hide what she was doing from view in case anyone looked over at her, she had this strange feeling that she should keep the black notebook a secret from everyone else.

She opened the pages and looked at the instructions on the inside of the front cover and quickly stifled a loud gasp.

'the human whose name is written in this note shall die'

'This note will not take effect unless the writer has the persons face in mind when writing his/her name. Therefore people with the same name will not be affected'

'If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the 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 in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds'

And so on over many more pages.

'This must be some sort of sick joke...' Amity thought uncertainly, 'But what if it's not...' She studied the notebook intently, 'the only way to tell would be to test it... it seems to be too elaborate for a prank but... its not possible to kill someone just by writing their name in a book... its physically impossible...'

The bell tolled loudly through the school speaker system and she hurriedly shoved the notebook- Death Note she reminded herself- and ran back to the school doors.

At lunch she sat alone outside as usual, but unfortunately her peace wouldn't last.

One of the sixth years (named Jason Perking) took delight in tormenting 'the weird potter girl' from the year three class, and being the school bully no one else would help her. Being your typical bully he couldn't pass up on an opportunity such as this one where one of his favourite targets was by herself but in full view of all the other children to scare them as well.

He sauntered over with his usual swagger and saw that she was eating her lunch and staring off into space quite peacefully, well he couldn't let that carry on now could he?

He snatched her lunch box from her and held it above his head, "Missing something Potter?" he taunted.

"Give that back its mine!" she shouted, jumping to her feet.

"And what are you going to do about it?" he replied throwing the box to one of his friends, she ran after it, until the friend threw it to another friend and she was left playing some sort of sick piggy in the middle.

They all laughed at her and a lot of the students watching joined in laughing at her misfortune, she felt her eyes prickle with tears as she stood in the middle of the four of them as they threw her lunch box around.

She gritted her teeth as angry tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"Aww... is the wittle third year all wupset cos of the big bad sixth years?" Jason said in his best baby voice.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" she finally shouted at him.

He just laughed and tossed her lunch box on the floor by her bag, "Aww... we're soooo scared!" he smirked.

She glared viscously at him as everyone around them laughed.

After the crowd dispersed she sat back down by her bag and wiped her tears from her face angrily.

Struck by a sudden thought she pulled the Death Note form her bag and grabbed a ball point pen from her meagre supplies.

The pen was placed ready to write his name when she stopped herself, 'If it works this will make me a murderer... but there's no chance it will work anyway... maybe this is somebodies idea of a stress reliever...'

And so she carefully penned "Jason Perking" onto the first line of the first page of the notebook. Amity didn't bother writing anymore details or a time of death, 'There's no point it won't work anyway.'

She carefully placed the Note back into her bag along with her scratched and slightly battered lunch box.

Amity leaned back against the wall and looked up at the sky; watching the clouds pass by. She was distracted when she heard commotion from over on the other side Playground.

She watched in shock as Jason Perking grabbed at his chest and began to fall forward, he hit the concrete of the playground with a loud thud.

"Jason! JASON!" One of his friends called and ran over and shook his shoulder repeatedly when it became apparent he was not making some sort of joke.

"Someone get a teacher!" Another sixth year called.

Amity looked at her slightly battered watch (that had once belonged to Dudley) it was approximately 40 seconds since she wrote down his name.

'If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the name it will happen'

'If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack'

Amity went through the rest of the day in a nervous haze, deathly afraid that people would know it was her fault, that they would somehow know she was a murderer... that she had killed a ten year old boy for picking on her.

The teachers called an ambulance but Jason was pronounced dead on site, with the cause of death stated as heart attack.

It made no sense to the medics, how does a healthy ten year old just keel over with a heart attack?

Amity was very subdued and skittish in her afternoon lessons, but it went unnoticed, as many people were like that from second year and up; anyone younger didn't really understand the implications and quite frankly people were scared.

The Death Note seemed to be burning a hole in her back as she walked home with it in her backpack, this was the first time Dudley had ever walked home with her, usually he goes to the park with friends but he was pretty shaken up and did not want to get back alone today.

He took her silence that she felt as scared as he did, and she was... but for different reasons.

'I killed someone today... I killed someone...' it kept playing through her head as though the more times she thought it the less true it would become.

Aunt Petunia welcomed them home with a smile on her face, "How was school today diddykins?"

"One-one of the sixth years died..." Dudley stammered.

"Oh dear god!" Aunt Petunia said; her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

"He had a heart attack...at lunch; in the playground" Amity murmured, as she forced down the sudden urge to say it was all her fault.

"Come into the kitchen both of you" Aunt Petunia instructed kindly.

They followed her in, and sat down in silence at the table, both suddenly fascinated by the woodwork of the kitchen table. A minute later two steaming mugs of hot chocolate were placed in front of them.

"It must have been a very hard day for the both of you to witness something like that... why don't you drink your hot chocolates, have your dinner and have an early night?"

Dudley nodded mutely, and Amity said "Yes Aunt Petunia" quietly.

Over the next two weeks Amity was incredibly skittish however as time went on she began to realise that police weren't going to come knocking on the door of Number 4 to arrest her and she kept carrying the Death Note around with her; she didn't want to chance her Aunt Petunia finding it if she left it at home and she couldn't put it any where else. As those two weeks ended she began to also realise that she had on her hands the ultimate weapon, the ultimate killing machine and no one would be able to pin the blame on her, because she could easily state the cause of death as accident or suicide (or even keeping it simple and leaving it as heart attack).

She realised that she now had the power to change her life around and make it better for herself.

She wanted to get her Uncle out of the way, she knew that would make her a bad person in the eyes of many if they knew but he deserved it; and much more than Jason Perking did. However she knew that Vernon was their only source of income and Aunt Petunia didn't really have any qualifications to get a job with if he died. She needed to know how much control she had over her... well she supposed 'Victims' was the appropriate word for them... before she acted and got rid of her Uncle.

Soon though Amity was faced with a situation where she could test the Death Note's limits.

She was sat on the living room floor watching TV, well she was watching the news anyway as Uncle Vernon was in control of the remote, and it was announced that a child murderer had been caught in the act of his 5th brutal murder of a child under the age of 8. 5 murders he had admitted to, but he would not divulge the location of the other 4 'remains' as the news lady put it, so 4 sets of parents had no body to bury, whilst the man was sentenced to life-imprisonment with no chance of parole. She quickly memorized his face and name and slunk away silently to her cupboard.

Amity pulled the Death Note from under her mattress and poised her near-blunt, violet coloured pencil on the line just beneath Jason Perking's.

Once more she hesitated before she wrote. But Amity shook her head and told herself: "Amity Caramel Potter do not be such a coward this man deserves everything he gets and you know it! you or Dudley could just as easily been this man's victims as those 5 children were!"

And so with her resolve reaffirmed she wrote down: 'Cameron Williams commits suicide at 12AM tonight; after writing on the wall of his prison cell (in his own blood) the location of his victims corpses'

She had intended to watch the news everyday until they announced a follow up of the Cameron Williams case but she didn't need to in the end. When she was eating breakfast the day after next Uncle Vernon said to Aunt Petunia, "Did you hear about that child murderer pet?"

"No... not since the day before yesterday anyway"

"He hung himself in his cell after he wrote the locations of the ones they hadn't found on his cell wall"

"Really?! you wouldn't think he was the type to feel guilty enough to kill himself"

"Yes I never would have thought it either... he went so far as to write the message out in his own blood"

"Did he?!"

"Strange isn't it?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had tried to keep their voices low but Dudley and Amity heard every word. Amity knocked her plastic water cup over with her shaking hands as they spoke in hushed voices.

'It worked... he did everything exactly as I wrote...' she thought as she hurried to clean up her spilt water before Uncle Vernon yelled at her.

When her uncle hit her hard upside the head for knocking over her water and being a 'Clumsy Freak' as he put it, his death was certified in her mind. She was sick of putting up with him and whilst she knew her Aunt and Dudley would grieve they would get over it in the end.

And so that night she wrote in the Death Note (taking careful note of the 23 day rule): 'Vernon Dursley will drive to work like normal on the 14th of June 1987 and once there will use his computer to take out a £250,000 life insurance policy on himself, he will not tell anyone that he has done this. Exactly 23 days from then; on the 7th of July, he will set of to work like usual but will lose control of the car and die in a car accident on the motorway'.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A deep grating voice said, as two yellow and red orbs glinted in the darkness.

A long black clawed hand clamped over her mouth to stop her from screaming.

And that is it for the first chapter!

Thanks for reading!