Here's a new story that I really, really want to write. Sorry if it is similar to anyone else's story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Death Note. It would be awesome though….

"GET OUT!" Hermoine yelled. "We know you've been studying the Dark Arts. Dumbledore showed us a memory of his that proved you were reading a book about them and practicing the spells in the Room of Requirement!" Harry Potter scowled and began to yell back.

"FINE THEN! I WAS looking at a book about the Dark Arts and I HAD been practicing the spells but they were only the ones that were legal. Still, I can't believe you trust Dumbledore, someone who pretended to be dead for three years just to make me be more willing to die for the wizarding world!"

"HARRY POTTER! Dumbledore is a great man! He was just doing what was right! I mean, you did end up killing Voldemort."

"YES! And think of how many lives we could have saved if he had just divulged the information he had sooner!"

"He had his reason!"

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"You know what he does it for the greater good!"

"See! He's brainwashed everybody into thinking he's always right. You don't even question his motives." Harry groaned and ran his hands through his hair. Hermoine was still red in the face and an angry looking Ron stood behind her. Behind him stood the Weasleys including Ginny. Ginny…the name made Harry even angrier. The moment it had gotten out that he was looking at some Dark magic books, she had dumped him. It was clear to him now that she had just dated him for the fame. Dumbledore came out of the floo and walked calmly up to Harry.

"I'm sorry Harry but I must do this." Dumbledore took out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry sighed.

"So you're going to kill me, old man? Maybe you think that once I'm dead you will become the most famous once again. Oooh, Dumbledore's killed another Dark Lord."

"Harry, Dark magic only leads to corruption, you've delved far too deep into it. The only way to keep this world safe is to kill you."

"You know as well as I do that it's the person's intent that makes magic Dark or Light." Dumbledore just opened his mouth to say a spell. Harry smirked.

"Well I guess it's lucky I was prepared for this to happen. Now I won't have to worry about you ever again. Even better, I won't even have to see you after death." Harry's wand shot out from his sleeve. He had it in an invisible holster. Harry mumbled a long incantation and made intricate movements as Dumbledore stood there stunned, unable to the say the spell he had been about to cast. Finally Harry began to glow blue.

"See ya, well, not really." He grinned and waved. The blue light became stronger and Harry disappeared in a flash. Hermoine, Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys stood there shocked. After several moments of staring at the place where Harry had just been Ron spoke up.

"Professor, where the hell did Potter just go?" Dumbledore stood there, mouth open in surprise.

"I can't believe it, he shouldn't be this powerful," Dumbledore mumbled. He then spoke up and addressed the rest of people there. "Potter has used an ancient spell that has transported himself to another universe. We will never see him again since the caster cannot travel back. I feel sorry for whatever universe Potter has decided to conquer. We should announce to the rest of the world that he is dead. We should also inform him of his Dark activities." Everyone nodded and walked off muttering about what happened. Dumbledore smiled to himself. Potter had just handed him ultimate power on a silver platter. He, Albus Dumbledore, would be the biggest influence in the wizard world once again.

It was dark, but Harry could hear whispers all around him. He strained his ears trying to listen but the words were incomprehensible. His life flashed in front of his eyes. He saw his childhood at the Dursleys, his journey through Hogwarts and his many confrontations against Voldemort. Sirius' death, Dumbledore's death, hunting for horcruxes, Dobby dying, Harry facing the killing curse once again and surviving, ultimately destroying the last horcrux, Fred, Remus, Tonks' death, his defeat of Voldemort, a splitting headache, stronger magic, photographic memory, all the things the horcrux had deprived him of. Then, the biggest betrayal of all, Dumbledore appearing once again, telling him well done. Harry sneered in disgust, that man could have made the outcome so different, it could have been so much better.

The whispers had stopped and one clear voice rang out in Harry's mind.

"Why are you here?"

"I didn't belong there," Harry answered calmly.

No, you didn't, did you? Hmmm, however I do see a universe that you do belong in however there is one slight drawback. You aren't permitted to use magic through a wand in this universe since wizards don't exist there."

"Do I keep my magic?"

"Of course, if I took your magic away, you would die. I would recommend that you do wandless magic however you have become too dependent on your wand. Ah yes, I know just what to do with you." Harry was eerily reminded of the sorting hat. Then he felt his wand dissolve into sawdust. His body began to hurt and he screamed. "I am sorry my child, but the only way for you to be able to control your magic without a wand would be if you relearned it from age 10. I will send you the appropriate materials you will need. Good luck, my child." The voice faded and Harry screamed again although this scream was more high pitched than the last, more childish. Harry felt himself falling, and with a thud he landed on the cold, wet grass. His head hurt; in fact his body was still aching from the experience. He sat up shakily and stood up, only to fall down due to unsteady legs. He dragged himself over to a puddle and looked at his reflection. He knew he would be younger but it was still strange to see his 10 year old self look back at him in the reflection. He heard a car stop and heard footsteps coming towards him. He turned around to find an old man standing over him. The old man brought out a cell phone and dialed a number. He brought it up to his ear and Harry could hear the phone ringing. This shocked him, had his sense of hearing become better. It must have. He then realized he could see without his glasses. This almost made him punch the air in joy. The person at the other and of the phone answered.

"Yes?"

"I found a child alone in the park. It doesn't seem like he has any idea where he is."

"And what would you like to do Watari?" Harry frowned at the name, it seemed like he was I Japan if people had names like that.

"I have a feeling he could help you with the case."

"Oh? Then bring him to headquarters. I would like to meet him."

"Yes, right away." Watari hung up and smiled at Harry. "Come," he said. "Let's take you to someplace dry." Harry was still wary of Watari but that force that had spoken to him was whispering in his head to go with Watari. Harry nodded at Watari and Watari led him to the car. Harry wondered just what he had gotten himself into.