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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 - Well, the planning phase is finally done and now time to get pen to paper so to speak. It’s rather funny to be using that phrase as a good chunk of this chapter was written by hand while I was waiting in the lobby of a clinic. I love it when the muses cooperate and when I’m out, I keep a notebook with me in case the urge strikes to write. Murder on the hands though. I don’t think I’ll mention what it does to my eyes when trying to type up what I wrote. Dang, my handwriting is horrible!
Thanks to everyone who took the time to write a review for the last chapter. Your responses are overwhelmingly upbeat and helps me keep the desire going to continue working on the story!
A bit of a warning here, I am addressing something that Rowling never did despite bringing up Harry’s problems with his relatives in several of the books of the series. This also happens to show my opinion of a certain school employee, who I happen to think knew more than what Harry had allowed himself to reveal to people he trusted.
Disclaimer - I do not own Death Note or Harry Potter nor do I make any money from the story. I’m just using the characters for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of those who read. The first part of the broadcast comes from the Death Note DVD and not my imagination. The second part was taken from the DVD as well, though I put my own spin on it. I do not own those words that come from the first part nor the idea for the second.
Chapter Nine: Dialogues
Time passed in odd fits and spurts of fast and slow. When Watari had returned from the meeting with the ICPO, the detective and wizard had discussed the broadcast plans, telling him about Harry’s suggestion in regards to the script for the second half of the transmission. It made the green eyed male feel better when the caretaker had agreed that changing the dialogue was a good idea. While the two worked on fixing that problem, Harry immersed himself in research, occasionally offering his opinion in regards to the upcoming broadcast.
Before the evening of the televised event, a distraction was offered in the form of a follow-up visit with the doctor for Harry. While he was out of the suite, a thick file had been delivered into L’s hands, pulling him away from his duties to focus on what the physician had discovered. The contents of the file had the normally impassive detective squirming.
The blood test results showed signs of severe malnutrition in the past, keeping the wizard from growing into a height considered normal for a male of his ancestry. According to the research L had managed to get done, Harry’s parents had considered tall so the wizard’s height was definitely not a genetic inheritance.
Other test findings showed limited nerve damage and physical exams revealed old scars, some of which had to have occurred during early childhood. All of this painted a very dark picture of the childhood of one Harrison James Potter-Black.
The doctor had also noted that her patient was in remarkable shape considering what the exams showed. She recommended a daily regimen of vitamin and nutritional potions as well as a prescribed meal plan. The meal plan was quickly given to Watari to implement, knowing that the older male would see to it that their companion had everything he needed.
“I see you did get the file. Doctor Whitmore said she’d sent a copy for you to review.”
At the tired sounding voice, L looked up to find the wizard taking a seat across from him. He’d never heard the other man enter the suite; that fact didn’t settle too well with the detective, who had good senses. It was rare anyone managed to sneak up like that without him hearing them.
“She did. The meal plan was given to Watari to start. I imagine your house elf friend will be helpful to him for that.”
Harry nodded, grateful to have that taken out of his hands. He wasn’t sure he would have wanted to explain to the elderly retainer just why a special diet was needed. Dr. Whitmore had insisted on it, telling him that even though he was in great shape, the malnutrition in his past had weakened certain aspects of his health. A balanced diet would help keep him healthy in the years to come.
“I’ll be sending a letter to Hermione, requesting the potions the doctor prescribed. She can reach the potions master I trust the most and have him make them for me. I imagine you have questions for me?”
L settled back in his seat, ignoring the file in front of him for the moment as he began to question the other in regards to the suspicions that had been forming.
“You attended both a public primary school and a private secondary one?”
“I did,” Harry nodded, trying to get comfortable. He wasn’t looking forward to this, knowing the intelligent male would not leave it if he gave simple answers to the questions that would be coming.
“How was this not noticed by school officials? It’s hard not to notice a starved and battered child in the middle of England.”
“To be honest, some people did notice and were quickly hushed. Teachers and school nurses were moved to other positions and never brought the issue up again. As for the school matron at Hogwarts, she wasn‘t allowed to file the reports but did try to help me where she could.”
L shook his head as this made very little sense to him. Seeing this, Harry began speaking of something that he, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and one other had researched after the fall of Voldemort.
“There was a prophecy made when I was born stating that a child born as the seventh month died would have the power to destroy the Dark Lord. After my parents died and it was determined that I was the ‘Chosen One,’ Dumbledore decided to place his pawns in positions that would best suit his needs. My parents’ Will was sealed, and I was placed with my mother’s sister and family. The Headmaster had been warned by my mother not to do this as my aunt and her family despised anything ‘abnormal,’ and I would definitely be seen as such.”
L’s stomach sank as Harry continued. He could see where this was going but didn’t stop the other, sensing the need to vent a bit.
“He didn’t speak out when my godfather was arrested and placed me in my aunt’s house knowing full well what would happen to me. I later found old correspondence between them reporting what was going on and him encouraging them to enforce discipline in hopes of learning to control myself and my accidental magic.”
The detective frowned deeply, remembering Watari explaining that accidental magic really couldn’t be controlled by the children as often times their magic reacted to extreme emotions. The person from the Ministry had told the inventor how to handle the magical children when they lost control and not once had discipline been encouraged as a means of teaching the kids how to handle their magic. L didn’t speak but nodded, telling Harry silently to continue.
“When someone did notice what was going on and start an investigation, Dumbledore would remove their memories and have them removed from their positions. He placed Madam Pomfrey under compulsion spells in order to keep her silence.”
L shook his head; all of this was making a sick sort of sense. A part of him wished he could bring this Dumbledore fellow to justice for doing this to a child.
“He wanted you conditioned to accept his authority so you wouldn’t question any action he made.”
“Exactly,” was Harry’s sad answer. “I loved the man, trusted him, and he played with my life like it was nothing more than a mere toy to him. I walked into everything blindly, no information given to me at all. Even after his death, I was stuck on a course set by him and figuring things out at the last minute.”
A child being broken by such horrible means simply so he could fight a war that he shouldn’t have been a part of? All of this didn’t sit well with L, upsetting his sense of justice, and after Harry started writing his letter to his friend, he sent off a quick email to what had to be the top computer information gathering specialist in the world, asking him to find any information regarding Harry’s former guardians. He trusted that Matt would find anything that could be used if such information existed.
After Harry had gone to bed later that night, L had a long talk with his retainer, sharing what the wizard had told him. The elderly man shook his head with a look of angered disgust on his face.
“It doesn’t seem right to abuse a child like that. I hope Matt does come up with something that can be used.”
L stabbed his fork viciously into his slice of cake, a scowl on his face as he agreed with the other man.
“So do I.”
The conversation weighed heavily on their minds while Harry pushed it aside, focusing on his research and coming with ideas in regards of helping protect the team.
When the evening of the broadcast rolled around, there was a mix of nervousness and excitement that could be felt by all three of them. This was a good chance at making a bit of a break in the case, which was definitely needed.
Harry had been looking for something in his room when L called him, telling him that the first broadcast was about to begin. He came back into the main room in time for the regular programming to go off and heard the voice of the newscaster break into the odd silence.
“We interrupt this program to bring you a special, world-wide broadcast from the ICPO, Interpol. We’ll start now.”
The wizard could see a nicely dressed man sitting at what looked like a news desk appear on the screen. He knew who the man was and had a bit of a debate with L in regards to this tactic. However, after listening to the detective’s argument and seeing the files, Harry had been in agreement with the final decision.
“I am Lind L. Tailor, the sole person able to mobilize the world’s police, also known as L. There has been a string of serial killings targeting criminals. This is the most atrocious act of murder in history, and it will not go unpunished. I will definitely catch the one behind the murders, commonly known as ‘Kira.’ Kira, I have a pretty good idea behind your motive and why you’re doing this. But what you’re doing is evil!”
Green eyes widened as the one speaking grasped at his chest, making odd sounds that indicated a heart attack. Judging from the stunned expression on L’s face, it was obvious that the detective was just as surprised by this as he was. Slender fingers shook for a moment as he reached for the microphone, making Watari give him a questioning look. L shook his head, then focused as the television screen changed to the gothic L monogram he favored when interacting with the outside world.
“Unbelievable. I had to check to be sure because who could think someone could do something like this? It’s unfathomable to believe that someone could kill another person without having direct contact with them. I had to see it with my own eyes.”
L’s first word had been slightly stammered, and Harry couldn’t blame him for that. He’d seen it and had been shocked by it. However, the detective’s voice gained in strength as he went on with the dialogue they’d prepared for this.
“Listen to me, Kira. If it was you who killed Lind L. Tailor, thinking that person was me, then you were wrong. All you did was murder a man scheduled for execution. You didn’t hear of him as the police arrested him in secret, and his trial was also kept from the media. It seems that you couldn’t get information on him. Interesting.”
His voice trailed off for a moment before going into the part that had both Watari and the Potter-Black lord extremely concerned.
“You did not kill me. I, L, still exist. So come on and try to kill me! C’mon, Kira, kill me! What’s the matter, can’t you do it?”
Harry’s eyes narrowed, focusing his magic around the room as he did so to try to feel anything that would be harmful to the detective. L’s gaze was on him as he did this and when the wizard shook his head, telling him silently that nothing had happened, the detective gave him a nod and focused back on the screen.
“So it seems even you have limits, which raises even more questions that will only be answered after you’re caught and brought to justice. Until we meet again, Kira…”
He ended the broadcast, then turned to look at his two companions.
“He needs a name and face,” Harry muttered. “He couldn’t do anything since all he had was your monogram to stare at.”
Watari nodded, staring at the readouts on his own laptop before looking back at the two younger men.
“We know he’s in the Kanto region. The broadcast was focused in that area.”
L nodded, picking up a cookie as he did so. They’d decided to keep the broadcast to one area at a time to try to narrow the field as to where Kira was.
“The killer in Shinjuku was his test subject; the police in Tokyo are very overworked and such a thing could be missed. If I remember correctly, the hostage incident the killer caused had brought a lot of media attention.”
The wizard settled in a chair, chewing on his lower lip as he did so. He was trying to think of any kind of magic that could allow someone to kill with simply a name and face.
“They’d have posted at least one photo of him as well as his name, which made it very easy for Kira to strike. Random heart attacks are easy to overlook, and it wouldn’t raise a flag with the Ministry of Magic either. Even the Avada curse doesn’t make the victim look like it was a heart attack that killed them. The signs of an Avada curse being used is very apparent to those of the magical world.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to track down what’s being used to do this?”
The lord nodded, looking up at Watari while he answered the question posed.
“I think so. I’ve got reassurances from the Japanese Magical Government that they’ll help where they can, providing resources if mine tap out. That’ll be a huge help there, especially if I need to access their books.”
Dobby had brought the return message not even an hour after Harry had sent his letter to the leader of the Japanese Ministry and the response had been incredibly welcoming and encouraging. Obviously, the Shogun, as the minister in Japan was called, was wary of this Kira and wanted him or her captured as well.
Watari nodded, settling back in his seat. The broadcast had gone better than he’d anticipated and was glad that they had Harry to help. L was reacting better to the wizard’s presence than he’d expected considering that his charge was very prickly about having strangers around.
“We’ll have to see how things go from here,” the caretaker said, making the pair in the room nod.
“Indeed. After we change hotels tomorrow, you’ll need to get into contact with the police department so we can start coordinating our efforts for this investigation.”
L broke the cookie into pieces as he spoke, obviously working things out in his mind. Harry was making notes of what he could recall of the broadcast, knowing this would help narrow down his research somewhat.
“I’ll see to it that it gets done as well as send an updated report to the House’s servers tonight,” Watari answered, making L nod.
“Good, back-ups are always a wise thing. Harry, have you been typing up your notes to include in the report?”
At L’s question, the wizard looked up and gave the other a sheepish grin.
“No, I haven’t. I’m sorry to say I’ve no idea how to type or use a computer. Granted, the magical world is catching up to the muggle one but I’ve never had time to learn how to use such devices.”
Well, that would be a bit of a problem. L shook his head, wondering how the magical world managed to do without such things for so long.
“Well, I don’t have a lot going on right now. Would you like to learn?”
The beaming smile from Harry gave an odd sensation to L’s stomach, which he was quick to write off as hunger pangs.
“Watari, did we have a laptop for Harry to use?”
The older man laughed softly, knowing that the computer had been collecting dust in the wizard’s room.
“Yes, we do actually. Hold on.”
A state of the art laptop was set on the table in front of Harry. The case was done in a soft shade of green with silver trim to help keep the computers from being mixed up by their owners.
“Wicked,” the wizard said with a grin.
“I take you approve of the color scheme?”
“Rather Slytherin in appearance but very nice,” he answered the caretaker with an even bigger grin. “Now let’s hope I don’t do anything stupid to damage it.”
“With L teaching you, you should be fine,” Watari reassured him.
The reassurance was nice until he turned to see L smirking at him, and the wizard’s stomach sank at that. He suddenly had a very bad feeling about this lesson and hoped it wouldn’t be as complicated or stressful as his potions class was back at Hogwarts.
When the genius saw the eyes widen and the trepidation settle on the other’s face, the smirk grew and he started laughing when he heard Harry squeak out the next question.
“Go easy on me?”
Oh he was going to have fun with this one! L could understand now why teasing was considered so enjoyable, and Harry was definitely easy to wind up. He grinned as he turned to the computer. At least now he’d have something else to take his mind off things when he needed a few moments to clear his thoughts.
“We’ll see, Harry, we’ll see.”
Author’s End Note - I hope the broadcast goes over as well as the ICPO meeting did with all of you. I had to seriously rethink how the second portion should go and how much L should give out. Truthfully, I’m a bit concerned on it and really hope that I pulled this off in a good way. Anyway, here’s the next chapter and I hope my readers enjoy it. Please take the time to review and let me know what you think! Thank you so much for reading, and I’ll see everyone again at the next chapter.
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