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The Greatest Mystery	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15225 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Death Note nor do I make any money from this tale.

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Author’s Note: Here is chapter two already! My muses are definitely working hard on this. I have to say, I really am enjoying it so far. Thanks to all who reviewed and hope you enjoy this new installment. Word of warning, I will be changing some of the events of both series in order to fit things as to how I visualize this story going. One such change will be noticeable in this chapter as I was highly displeased with Rowling’s free for all in regards to killing off wonderful characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or plot of Death Note or Harry Potter. I do not earn any money from this project either.
Chapter Two: Meeting L…Sort Of
It was rumored that Lord Harrison James Potter-Black was a shy man, shunning public appearances after his incredible battle with the evil He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A lot of people often fretted over this possibility, wishing The-Man-Who-Lived-And-Vanquished would spend time with his fellow citizens of the Wizarding World so they could show how much they appreciated his courage and dedication to their safety.
For the true friends of the said defeater of the Dark Lord, they knew that Harry was certainly shy and very much uncomfortable with the limelight. The world they lived in tended to overdo things in regards to paying attention to their savior and truthfully, it didn’t just make Harry uncomfortable. It downright terrified him.
Ever since the defeat of Voldemort, Harry had been plagued by stalkers of the worst kind and that had forced him into living in seclusion with the occasional company of his friends to ease his solitude. His home, one of the many Black estates, had been warded against intruders and specific kinds of mail that would intrude upon his peace of mind - mostly howlers and fan mail. It was because of those wards that he didn’t receive much mail outside of his friends and the papers he subscribed to. So when the strange owl arrived, landing gracefully on his dining room chair, Harry was certainly surprised.
“Hello beautiful,” he murmured to the owl, offering something for it to nibble on while he took the letter.
A few careful spells to determine whether or not the letter had harmful hexes on it revealed that the missive was innocuous, and Harry opened it.
~To Lord Harrison James Potter-Black,
I am writing to you in the capacity of associate to the international detective, L, in regards to a case that may be accepted when offered by the ICPO. He is aware of the world you come from, having some contacts there, and your name came up in a conversation regarding this possible case.
I do not know if you are aware of the rash of deaths that have been occurring with criminals within the non-magical world, but it has become a cause of concern for the governments and law enforcement agencies.
It was brought to our attention that someone with your unique understanding of the various areas of magic might be of use to this investigation. We would like a chance to discuss this further with you. Please respond with a time and location convenient for meeting with you.
W. ~
Green eyes blinked as he read the letter and then reread it, thinking on the words and what was going on in the world. The case that W was talking about had to be in regards to this Kira person who was committing the murders. He, Hermione, and Luna had discussed this a few nights ago over dinner, debating on how a person could kill so many people in so short a time.
Whatever was behind this wasn’t a type of magic that most wizards and witches understood. However, considering what he was, Harry had made use of the privacy his hermit like ways gave him to study the items in his possession and learned a great deal about other types of magic that was associated with the items.
A soft sound from his feathered guest drew the wizard from his thoughts, making him smile at the owl.
“I’d almost forgotten about you. I suppose you’re waiting on a reply, right?”
The owl hooted in acknowledgement, and the emerald eyed man rose.
“Come along then. My quill and ink are in the study,” he told the bird, who flew to perch on his shoulder.
The two headed for the study, the owl flying to the back of the desk chair as Harry took a seat and pulled the parchment towards him. After dipping his quill into the ink, he began to compose the reply to send back to W.
-W,
I must confess to feeling rather intrigued in regards to the case you have brought to my attention. Despite my isolation from both worlds, I have been following the news and agree with the thought that the cause of these deaths may very well be magical in origin.
While I do not reside in London, I do own a home there, which is warded against uninvited guests and would be perfect for our meeting. I do ask that if you need to bring any technological devices with you to please inform me before crossing into the house as muggle technology and magic simply do not mix well without the proper spells to protect and allow them to work within a wizard’s home.
I extend an invitation for tea, tomorrow at one, so that we may discuss the case and my role, if applicable, within it.
Sincerely,
H.J. Potter-Black
P.S.
The residence of Lord Potter-Black is Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London.-
Harry smiled and sent the missive off, wondering what tomorrow would bring. It had been a while since something had come up to make him this interested in something other than his private studies. It did bother him that such a horrible series of crimes were taking place, and he only hoped that he could be of assistance.

*~*~*~*~*DN/HP*~*~*~*~*

Of all the things Whammy had expected to see when he pulled up to where the address had taken him, seeing a house appear out of thin air was not it. The older man sat in the car for a moment, trying to pull his thoughts together after watching such an amazing thing, and finally exited the vehicle.
The man who opened the door when the older gentleman knocked was not what Whammy had been visualizing in his mind at all. He’d questioned the children at the House who attended Hogwarts about Lord Potter-Black and given their answers, the inventor had mentally pictured a tall, powerful looking man. However, the person who had answered the door was quite opposite of his mental image. Was this the man he’d come from Winchester to see?”
“You must be W; I’m Harry Potter-Black. Please come in,” he said, opening the door wider to allow his guest entrance to the old house.
Well, that answered that question.
Whammy entered the house, briefcase in hand as he did so. He turned to face the young man, eyeing him for a moment to get a feel for the kind of person his host was.
Lord Harrison James Potter-Black was slender, almost frail looking, and very short. He estimated the young man to be about 5’4” or so. He was pale with long black hair that worn long and tied back. The delicate appearance was shattered at the hauntingly beautiful green eyes that met his own. There was a literal aura of power that radiated from the unique eyes as well as the small frame.
“Lord Potter-Black?”
The young man laughed, waving a hand. It was obvious that he was not very used to being addressed by a title, and his words only reinforced that deduction.
“None of that now, please. Call me Harry and please, follow me.”
The older male spoke as he followed the younger from the entry hallway, also wanting to eliminate some of the formality. He took a seat in the beautifully decorated parlor, addressing the other. “Call me Watari,” the inventor offered.
“It’s nice to meet you, Watari,” Harry answered, taking his own seat and poured tea for his guest.
“Do you mind if I set up the laptop, Harry? It’s been spelled against the problem electronics have with technology.”
The wizard nodded, gesturing to a small table that was right within reach.
Once he knew where to set it up, Whammy put the laptop on the table, setting it up with a microphone and camera, knowing L would be able to watch and participate in the meeting.

The computer booted up and after a few clicks of the mouse, a gothic L appeared on the screen.
“Lord Harrison Potter-Black?”
The voice was distorted, disguising it through electronic means. Harry, understanding the need for privacy and security, wasn’t offended at all and answered with respect as he served himself some of the sandwiches to go with his tea.
“Harry, please. I tend to remain informal unless absolutely necessary. I take it I am speaking with L?”
“Yes, I am L. Thank you for answering Watari’s letter so promptly and meeting with us,” the voice spoke out from the computer.
“It’s not a problem, L, Watari. I know that this Kira person is a very real threat to the world and needs to be stopped.”
“Indeed,” Watari answered, sipping his tea as he did so.
Harry nibbled on his sandwich, gaze alternating from the older guest in his parlor to the computer screen.
“You believe these crimes have been done through magical means?”
“I cannot discount the possibility. Given the times of the deaths as well as the varied locations of the prisons, this cannot be the work of a group. No one is that organized to kill this many at the same time. There would be a mistake made.”
The wizard frowned, contemplating the words of the detective.
“You raise a good point. It would be incredibly difficult to coordinate that many deaths at one time without at least one missing the deadline. However, if it is magic, it will take some time to research what could be the cause before a plan of action could be laid out to stop Kira from killing more people. Add to that, explaining to the public about how this was done would be a potential risk to my world.”
There was a pause for a moment, telling Harry that L hadn’t considered the fact that this could expose the magical world to the rest of the population. That was something that wasn’t a good idea considering that neither worlds were ready for that yet.
“While the case proceeds, we can determine a safe course of action that will keep the magical world’s existence away from the others. If you were to be asked to join the team, Harry, what would you need?”
Harry considered the question, thinking over the things he would need in regards to assisting L with the case.
“I’m not sure how housing works during your cases, but I’ll need a room for books that I can ward to keep unwanted people out. The size of the room won’t matter too much as I can cast some spells to expand it if need be. I’ll be bringing everything I have that could possibly apply to this. Given the amount of books in the libraries that both the Potter and Black families have amassed over the years, I’ll need the space to store them safely. Packing them won’t be a problem if we need to move, it’s just research and storage space that I‘m in need of.”
“That can be done,” Watari reassured, being the one in charge of housing during each of L’s trips while working on the various cases he was asked to solve.
“I’ll also want to keep two of my friends up to date on this because I might need their input later or have one of them fetch something for me if I don‘t have what I need on hand. Hermione and Luna are incredibly brilliant in their fields, and they won’t talk about what’s going on with anyone either. I can have them swear magical oaths to that.”
“They will not speak of this to anyone?”
“No, a magical oath is precisely that. They swear on their magic to do or not do a certain thing. If they break their oath, they lose their magic and that’s a death sentence to any witch or wizard,” Harry answered.
“Understood,” L responded after a few moments of silence. “Is there anything else you will require?”
“A house elf to assist me. The books, as well as some of my personal belongings, cannot be handled by anyone that doesn’t know of the magical world. I won’t have time to take care of things while assisting you or researching, so I’ll have to have one with me. When he’s not busy, he can help out with the more mundane chores to free up time for the case. You won’t have to worry about him being spotted. House elves are remarkably resourceful about that kind of thing.”
Watari nodded as L also agreed to the request. Both knew this would actually take some of the burden off of the older male’s shoulders.
“Agreed. I have researched what little is known about you, Harry, and given this interview, I feel that you will be a good addition to the team. Would you join us?”
Harry gave both the computer and Watari a determined nod and smile.
“I’d be honored to join the team and help you stop Kira from taking more lives, L. This sort of thing can’t keep happening.”
“It will be good to have you, Harry. We will be leaving for Japan in two days. Can you be ready by then?”
He swallowed his sandwich before answering, not wanting to be rude.
“I can be. Just tell me where to meet you and I’ll be there,” he answered.
“Indeed. Watari will have papers ready for you - passport, travel documents, and the like. We will need a name for you to use for your protection.”
Under the circumstances, Harry could certainly understand the need for a false name and was grateful that L had thought of it.
“Call me Orion Evans.”

Author’s End Note - Wow, another update and so fast! This story is moving well for me, and I’m happy for that. Things should start picking up in another chapter or two as the investigation begins. I’m always interested in any advice or thoughts, so please review! Also, if you want to be on my update list for this story or any other, please check out my author’s page and click the link! Take care and happy reading.
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