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Death Note

 

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or DN, though I wish I did.

 

A/N: This is a crossover between HP and DN that takes place after book 5. Basically Harry is the one that finds the Death Note instead of Light Yagami.

 

Who should I pair Harry up with? It could be with anyone, slash or not. I was thinking of maybe pairing him up with Hermione since I like that pairing better than with Ginny. I still don't see how Harry could have ended up with Ginny in the end when he hardly even knew her. Unless of course Ginny used a love potion on him, which is possible since Molly used one on Arthur and told Ginny about it. I'm just glad that he didn't end up with Cho.

 

Summary: Harry Potter finds a little black notebook called the Death Note.

 

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Prologue

Harry Potter stared outside the window of his room in boredom. It's only been a week since he's been back at his summer prison at number four Private Drive. The Dursleys had taken to ignoring him completely whenever he occasionally came out of his room thanks to the Orders threats at the train station. That was fine with Harry since it gave him time to sort out his feelings. He didn't know how he felt after the events at the end of his fifth year.

It had all started with `the dream', as he had taken to referring to it. More specifically the false dream. The vision that had lured him stupidly to the Ministry of Magic. He cursed himself again. If only he had used the mirror; if only he'd listened to Hermione; if only the headmaster had just been honest with him; if only, if only, if only… But if onlys were useless and the damage was done. He'd gone, his friends had followed, and all hell had broken loose. They had been ambushed by Death Eaters and if it wasn't for Dumbledore and the Order showing up then they would have died. Sirius died trying to save him fighting his own cousin, Bellatrix.

He was still upset over the loss of his godfather but after talking with his odd friend Luna Lovegood he felt better. Her unique way of looking at things had provided him with a unique perspective, which helped to calm him considerably. While the death was still fresh in his mind he found that he was no longer as upset as he had been. He still felt a lingering sadness and responsibility about what had happened but he now realized that it wasn't entirely his fault. The blame for what happened rested on many shoulders, not his alone. He realized most of his remaining anger was from being kept in the dark and manipulated. Currently he was living another example of this, once again being forced back to his loving relatives and not being allowed any say in the matter.

He once again contemplated the disastrous discussion that had taken place in Dumbledore's office after his Godfather's death.

A prophecy. A stupid prophesy was the reason that Voldemort wanted him dead and was the reason that his parents were dead. A prophecy foretelling that he, Harry James Potter, was the one destined to defeat Voldemort. It could have been Neville Longbottom instead but no, Voldemort had marked him as his equal when he gave him his scar. A prophecy that by all rights he should have already know. A destiny that he should have been trained and prepared for. But where had the training been; where was the preparation?

He had instead grown up ignorant of not only his destiny, but also of even the most basic knowledge of his world. Said childhood - if one could call it by such an erroneous title - had in actuality been spent mostly in a small cupboard, or being a slave to the Dursleys. He had never known love and was hated for being a wizard. They blamed him for everything that happened in their normal little lives and made sure that his life was as miserable as they can make it.

Yet another thing to blame on Dumbledore, he realized. The old man had been the one to send him there. Personally delivered him right to their doorstep. And he just knew that his parents would not have wanted that, which brought up the question of their will. Was it simply not up to date, or did they not think to include alternate guardians if Sirius was somehow unable to take him in. Or had the old man simply ignored their wishes in favor of his own.

Added to that, he had even admitted that he knew Harry was mistreated there. But it was for the best, wasn't it? For the greater good. Because Albus Dumbledore knew better.

`To hell with Dumbledore,' he thought viciously.

He once again cursed the headmaster's manipulative personality and his obsessive need to control everything and everyone. He wondered why he had never noticed those traits in him before but cast it aside as irrelevant.

Suddenly he sighed wearily and deflated, admitting to himself that despite his actions Dumbledore wasn't an evil man. He was simply a misguided one - very misguided - who was overconfident in himself. He honestly and truly thought he was doing the right thing.

That didn't excuse it of course, but it helped to drain some of the anger he directed at his former mentor. Still, he doubted he'd ever put as much faith in the old man again. Things could have been so different if Dumbledore had only been honest with him; so very different.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when something fell from the sky. Harry blinked and looked down. A small, black object could be seen sitting in the middle of the driveway. Try as he might he couldn't make out what the mysterious object was. With a frown, Harry stood up from the chair at his desk. He made sure that his wand was with him then left the room and headed downstairs.

Vernon was at work as usual, while Petunia was at one of the neighbors, likely gossiping. Dudley was the only other one in the house, but he was enthralled by his television and didn't seem to care what Harry was doing. The mysterious object turned out to be a black notebook. He frowned and looked up at the sky but didn't see where the notebook could have fallen from.

He bent down to pick it up but paused. `Wait a minute it could be a Portkey. Another trap set by Voldemort.'

He debated on rather to pick it up or not. He might as well just pick it up. Harry's hand reached down and closed around the notebook. He waited for the familiar jerk of a Portkey, but it never came. He breathed in relief as he picked up the notebook. On the front cover the words Death Note was written in strange white words.

“ Death Note? As in a notebook of death?”

He looked around before going back inside the house with the notebook tucked under his arm.

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Harry sat at his desk as he stared at the notebook. He opened the notebook and saw some more writing inside that was in the same white words.

Death Note

How to use it

# The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

# This note will not take effect unless the writer has the subject'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 subject's name, it will happen.

# If the cause of death is not specified, the subject will simply die of a heart attack.

# After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

Harry scoffed as he tossed the notebook back on his desk.

“This has to be a prank. Someone's idea of a sick joke.”

He shook his head and went over to his bed, picking up his Potion's book. However, he couldn't pay attention to the book, his mind kept going back to the notebook. What if it wasn't a prank? What if it was real? After all, there were books in the wizarding world that can make you never stop reading it, burn your eyes out, make you see the Grim for the rest of your life. So books that can kill wasn't a stretch of the imagination. He remembered Tom Riddle's diary in his second year.

Harry set his Potion's book aside and went over to his desk. He picked up his quill and dipped it in his ink bottle. He then wrote down a single name in the notebook, Vernon Dursley. It's not like it was going to work anyway.

Some time later Harry had fallen asleep and for once he didn't have any dreams of his Godfather falling into the veil. He was jerked awake a few hours later by his Aunt Petunia shrieking.

“Vernon's dead! He had a heart attack!”

Harry froze. A… heart attack? He's dead. He looked at the notebook. Then that meant that the notebook was real.

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A/N: Like it? I tried not to make it sound exactly like the show. So should Harry become Kira or not? Or maybe make Misa Kira instead.