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Harry slumped into his chair and threw the Daily Prophet on the table. "I just don't get it," he said to Ron and Hermione.
"Well it looks like all the convicted wizards and witches are dying. What's not to get Harry?" Ron answered, his face wrinkling with confusion. "That was a stupid question."
"Ronald. That wasn't what Harry meant. He means that he doesn't know why these people are dying… Oh, and this is rather odd: the muggle's papers announce hundreds of their criminals dying as well. And…."
"Aw, caught on have we," said George from the doorway. "that all these killings happened right after Voldemort was killed?" Ron's older brother walked in towards the kitchen table.
"Exactly," said Harry mussing his impossible black hair even more. "Isn't that weird. The murder of one criminal leads into the murder of thousands."
"And not just here in Britain either, criminals are dying all over the world!" Hermione interjected.
"Well, this has to be the work of a wizard. All those deaths at once across the world… How do you think the muggles are going to handle it." Ron said turning to his fiancé, who was raised by non-magical folk.
"Well their media is still calling it 'A Series of Unexplained Deaths', but they can't make up excuses for long," George said as he began reading one of the front page muggle articles.
"Hmm… Harry what do you think about all this?" Hermione said as she glanced at her unusually quiet friend.
"We have to figure out what's going on before more people die…" Harry now turned to George, "Have you any contacts internationally, George? Anyone who can help this investigation?"
"Well, I have Luna and Neville; they're on an excavation mission for the ministry in Japan. Then there is Draco, he'd be in Germany this time of year, but I'd doubt that he'd go out of his way to help us. And Mrs. Tonks is over in the U.S. I think she's a professor at a University." George said looking at a crumpled piece of parchment he'd pulled from his bottomless pocket.
"Good – send an owl. We need to know where this started." Harry directed.
"Harry, can't you stop investigating for one minute? This is like Voldemort all over again: you never have any time to spend with me!" Ginny said to Harry later that night.
"But Ginny, so many people are gone already! We already lost Fred; do you want to lose Ron too?" Harry said angrily. Thinking about how in the great battle many people, including George's twin, were taken by Voldemort.
"But Harry! KIRA only kills criminals. There's nothing to worry about cause we aren't criminals." She said matter-of-factly.
"KIRA?" Harry asked his girlfriend, very confused.
"Well, that's what everyone is saying on the internet!" Ginny answered as if it would be obvious to anyone.
"You know how to use the internet?" Harry exclaimed. As Ginny was raised in the wizarding world he didn't expect her to have knowledge of muggle things like computers.
"Yeah, Hermione taught me how to use it! I was wondering what it was all about. You never really explained it."
"Well I haven't used a computer since the Dursleys."Harry grimaced as he remembered the time spent with his Aunt Petunia and her family on Privet Drive.
"Speaking of them, have you heard?" Ginny had never met the Dursleys and did not believe Harry's stories. She was desperately trying to get information out of Harry so she could invite them over.
"Yeah, actually. Dudley wants to visit. Believe it or not, he actually said some kind things before they finally left. Let me see the letter he sent…. " Harry searched through his rucksack for the muggle's letter. "Looks like tomorrow night actually."
Ginny's face glowed in anger, "Why do you always do this Harry? You never tell me what's going on until it's already happening! You didn't tell me about the Horcrux mission until you left, you didn't tell me about the battle until it already started, and you didn't tell me you were going to die until after you came back. WHY?"
Hermione, Ron, and George came running in to see what the noise was all about.
"What did you do this time Harry?" Ron asked while watching Ginny chase after his friend with her wand extended and curses flying.
"He didn't tell Ginny that his cousin is coming to visit, sounds like," George said as he barely avoided being hit by a bat-bogey hex.
"He is? Well this will be interesting won't it?" Hermione shouted over all the noise as she cast a shield spell through the middle of the room.
"Thanks Hermione. I owe you one," Harry said from behind a kitchen counter. "You'll get to finally meet him Ginny… Which reminds me, does anyone know how to get a muggle into this house? Sirius never told me."
"It's just a house isn't it-they come through the front door, of course! " Ginny said, still fuming.
"Yeah, but this is a magical house, remember? It was hard enough getting wizards into Grimmauld Place." George said to his little sister.
"I think a wizard has to bring them inside. So Harry, you can just go get Dudley and bring him in can't you?" said Hermione, always the most educated in the workings of magic. Harry nodded at this. He was actually kind of nervous to be seeing his cousin again. For years Harry had hated Dudley and Dudley had hated Harry. Both with a burning, fiery passion. However, that was different now. What Dudley had said to him before the Dursleys escaped was a thank you, an apology, a sort-of peace making statement. Or at least, that is what it seemed to Harry.
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Harry waited out in the street for his cousin. He saw a few couples walk past him, an old man walking his dog, and then, out of the corner of his eye he saw three men in long trench coats. One was rather tall, but Harry couldn't tell what he looked like for his collar was up and his hat low. Another was walking hunched over and was talking to the last man. When Harry turned to face this man he realized that it was a taller, older, skinnier Dudley. He called out to his cousin, "Hey, Dursley!"
"So it's you Harry?" Dudley said staring at his cousin. "It's been a long time." The two shook hands hesitantly and started heading towards 12 Grimmauld Place.
"But Harry, I thought you said it was number twelve. I see eleven and thirteen, but no…" Dudley said confusedly. Just then, Harry heard a whoosh sound, and twelve appeared.
"Hermione said this should work… Grasp my arm," He glanced at the other two men. He wanted to get rid of them, but Harry was drawn by curiosity. He decided to take them along. If they couldn't be trusted he could always use some magic to well, take care of things. Yes, they would come along. "All of you." They all obeyed, even the shorter, shadowed one. And Harry walked through the front door of his godfather's house.
Harry led them down to the kitchen. He heard mutters from the other two men, but neither spoke to him.
"Have a seat," Ginny said when the men had reached the basement.
Dudley held out his hand to her and said, "Dudley Dursley, and you…?"
"Ginny Weasley, Harry's girlfriend," She said smiling and the young man's eyebrows rose. Ron turned to Dudley next.
"Ronald Weasley. Her brother," he said motioning at Ginny, "And Potter's best friend."
"Hermione Granger," Hermione introduced herself, "Harry's other best friend. It's nice to finally meet you. I thought you'd be more… more..."
"Fat, ugly, a buffoon?" George finished her sentence as he walked through the door.
"You! You made my tongue swell up like a balloon! You and that doppelganger. I remember you. So where is he anyways?" Dudley said eyeing George suspiciously.
"Dead. Along with almost everyone else."
"Oh, I… I mean…. I'm so s-" Dudley stammered, but he was interrupted by Harry.
"What are those two here for," He motioned at the two other men in the trench coats.
"I am Watari." The taller man said standing up and removing his hat.
"L." The other muttered. He lowered his collar but was still wearing a mask on his face. "You are certainly a curious fellow, Harry Potter." Then he muttered something in a foreign language to Watari.
"Well Harry, I work for the F.B.I. now. You know, in the United States?" Dudley explained. "L is a world famous detective who works with us, your folk probably haven't heard of him. Oh, and Watari works for him."
"What do you mean when you say his folk?" L inquired.
"Well, remember when I told you that Harry was a bit funny… Well he is a wizard."
"Dudley no. You shouldn't have said that!" Ron exclaimed looking at the two strange men.
"OBLIVIATE!" Harry shouted with his wand extended. Dudley knocked it away just in time.
"No wait! You can help him with the investigation. Please?" Dudley exclaimed.
Harry shook his head, pointing his wand again, "Why? How do you know we can trust him?"
"Harry, you have to trust him! We have to stop Kira. Even if it means telling L about this." Ginny said.
"Yeah Harry. Think about it – if it is wizards behind all this, we're gonna need all the help we can get! We can't let these killings continue – it will be another Voldemort!" Hermione protested, trying to convince Harry to stop and accept help for once.
"Harry, listen to her." George said warningly.
"Fine," Harry grumbled through gritted teeth. "But that doesn't mean I will put my wand away." He said, meaning he would always be looking for the chance to get rid of L or whatever his name was.
"You seem like a very troubled young man, Harry." Watari said quietly.
"You can say that again! Trouble follows wherever we go." Ron exclaimed, gripping his wand tightly as well.
"If you would explain?" L said to Harry.
He kept a wary eye on L as he began, "Well, there was a boy, Tom Riddle. He was lost to evil and dark magic. He began killing people: his father, his grandparents, his uncle. Everyone. And when he killed these people, it split his soul, because killing is not human nature. These pieces of his soul became horcruxes, hidden away until his body was taken. They made him feel invincible until a prophecy was made. It was said that I would defeat the Dark Lord. He had to destroy me. But I was saved. Because my mother gave herself up for me, I was saved. However, Voldemort lived on. Every year he came back to fight me. To finally kill me. And every time, I escaped. But the year I turned seventeen-the protection was gone. So was Dumbledore, so was Sirius, so were James and Lily Potter. And the Dark Lord finally caught up to me… I gave myself up. I had to-the prophecy said "Neither can live while the other survives." He had to kill me. And he did. But he'd forgotten that on the night he tried to kill me, while I was a sweet and innocent baby, he was destroyed, his soul split… and latched onto mine. I was a horcrux and when Voldemort tried to kill me for the last time, he destroyed the only part of life he had left. In the Great Hall that night, at the end of the battle, his own Avada Kadavra spell backfired and Voldemort was-after years of clinging to life-dead. A few months after that, these 'KIRA' killings started."
"Harry, I didn't… I mean, oh my god!" Dudley sputtered out.
"That is quite a tale, Mister Potter. And it makes me believe that you could help our investigation of 'KIRA'. However, now that you have come to - accept – us, you must gain our mutual acceptance. Thank you, Mr. Dursley, for introducing us to your cousin. We will also ask for your help to get us into direct contact with the F.B.I." L muttered to Watari after this sentence and then turned to the wizards.
"What do you keep mumbling to the old man, L? I find that very suspicious!" Ron said looking from one to the other warily.
"It's Japanese, Ron. They said, 'We need all the allies we can get from the F.B.I. before the United States breaks off from the investigation." Hermione looked at the two outsiders, "Am I right?"
"Quite right, my dear. You are a very intelligent young lady. Where did you learn Japanese?" Watari sounded impressed.
"Translation charm." Hermione answered simply as she held up her wand. "I recognized that language, a little bit from my studies, so I used a charm to hear what you were actually saying. The first time, outside, you said 'This is odd… Do you think it's a trap?' and then you whispered 'He has many scars, at such a young age…' After Harry explained all that had happened, you said something like 'Could this be Kira? He has a very suspicious aura. And his personality – tweak it a little and…. The analysis fits. "
"You suspect me? ME? What brings you to that assumption?" Harry growled at the two.
"It seems that you play the hero mighty often, with Tom Riddle gone you might have been bored. And you can kill – magically – without a knife, without a gun, without a rope. Other aspects of your magic could no doubt allow you quick travel time to kill many in a small window of time. There are many other traits that can be linked to Kira as well. There is about a four percent chance that you are the criminal." L said as he hopped down from his chair. "Now have you any sweets?"
"You're forgetting one thing mate; Harry doesn't need a name and face to kill." George said pointing out an article in the muggle news. It read 'Government announces new found knowledge in the Kira case. It has been deduced that Kira needs a name and face to kill. The legendary L will now enter the investigation….'
"Really? Is that so?" L questioned glancing at the article.
"No wizard does. We just need enough hate to fuel the curse." Harry stated, fingering his wand.
"That's interesting. Watari, what do you think?" L turned to face to colleague.
"I'd want proof, but at what price?" Watari considered.
"I could show you on a spider…. I could not know their name nor could I really see their face."
"If they have what you could call a face." Ron said, shuddering.
"That would be the best I could do, for I only kill Death Eaters and only murderous ones at that." Harry said, angered by all the distrust in the air.
"That will have to do then… Though it will not thoroughly satisfy me." L mumbled.
"But what will that prove? Spiders don't have names to begin with. It's not that you don't know the name, it is that the spider does not have one."Dudley pointed to Harry. He was as ignorant about magic as always.
Ron said one word to Harry, "Aragog."
"Hagrid's giant spider had a name. As Ron said, Aragog. The spider told us himself." Harry was shaking his head at Dudley. When would his cousin learn that the magical realm was so much different than the muggle one?
"Accio Spider." Hermione flicked her wand and a spider came flying towards the group and into George's hand.
"AAHHH!" Ron yelped and ran behind Watari. "Flying spider!"
"Honestly Ronald." Ginny came back through the door with some boxes and an empty jar. "Put the spider in here your 'holeyness'" She said to George motioning to his missing ear. All the wizards laughed at the memory. During an epic flight to move Harry, George's ear was taken off by a hex. After coming to, the first thing he did was make a joke about being 'holey'.
"What?" L looked at Dudley, obviously confused.
"I'm with you mate…" Dudley said to L.
Now the spider was finally in the jar. Harry pointed his wand, paused, then muttered "Avada Kadavra!"
A big flash a green light… The spider was lifeless at the bottom of the jar.
"Well, that certainly is an odd way of killing." L's eyes looked slightly disturbed behind his mask.
"Didn't you say you wanted some sweets Mr. L?" Ginny said opening one of the boxes.
"Uh, yes if you don't mind," L said, climbing back into his seat. He took a pumpkin pasty. "Mmmm, what is this?"
"That's a pumpkin pasty. And these here are cauldron cakes."George said motioning to another box.
"Hey Ginny, do we have any Butterbeer?" Harry asked grabbing a sweet.
"Yup. Who wants one?" Ginny said cheerily using a charm to carry a crate out of the pantry.
"L, you've got try some. You know what they say, 'When in Rome….' And all that." Hermione pointed out as she helped Ginny pass around bottles.
"Mmmm. This is all very good." L said finishing his third box of pumpkin pasties.
"For such a small guy, you sure do eat a lot, huh?" Ron said as he looked through the boxes L finished.
"Mm. Sugar is the fuel of the brain," L stopped to chew, "much needs to be eaten if you use yours."
Hermione nodded her head: "His reasoning makes sense."
"So anyway," L turned back to Harry, "back to Kira."
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