Summary:

The boy who lived became revered as the boy who vanquished by the wizarding world by triumphing over the biggest evil the world had ever seen, but lo and behold he won at a price. A life sentence. Harry Potter voluntary sealed his eyesight because the Shinigami eyes is more curse than a gift to him, to top it off his status as Master of Death and immortality is a lifetime sentence in misery, he was saddled by the responsibility of holding the power of death. Two hundred years later of losing his love ones one by one, he started losing his sanity, then finally met his 'soulmate'..

Prologue:

So bored...

The seven years old L is already so advanced in his lessons to the point that all of the learning materials in front of him had lost all of its purpose. He just finished munching on his fifth slice of strawberry cake and Watari is not here yet.

His biggest problem is boredom, like all the other gifted kids in Wammy house. But unlike the rest of them, L has yet to find his purpose or what he really wanted in life. Every adult figures and tutors hired in Wammy house are quick to tell him that he'll do great things in the future no matter what kind of career he will choose to do in the future.

In all honesty, L couldn't care less, because no matter how hard he thought about it, it just wouldn't come. Though most people would quickly say that 7 years old is way too early for a person to choose his/her path in life, L would disagree like most of the people in Wammy house. They all grew up with the knowledge that their intelligence are above most people, therefore it is only expected that they'll be taking big responsibilities in the future.

A great way to pressure the children and all of them more or less understand the real reason why they get pampered and spoiled, it's because it is only expected that they repay the world in kind in the future. After all, not every day a genius or a prodigy is born.

Twirling the computer chair he's currently perching on, L's gazed is drawn towards the window overlooking the perfect English garden. Really, for an environment to grow up in, there's nothing anybody could ask for, facilities, tutors, living arrangements, doctors, psychologist and even the garden that most people would claimed to inspire the best in everyone.

But as L gazed outside the window, his breathe was stolen by the young man walking around touching the hibiscus and hydrangea along with the other flowers strategically planted for a maximum display of its beauty.

The person walking around doesn't seem from this world. There's literally nothing and no one can caught his interest at first glance, and certainly, it takes much to keep his interest, but as L stared at the young man outside, he felt like he can keep gazing at him for the rest of eternity.

He had been living for a good 2 years in Wammy house and though L doesn't socialize much like the rest of his other eccentric peers, he can confidently say that he knew every name and face of every person who come and go in the orphanage, his brain is wired that way, to process and retain information so he can confidently say that he's never met the man before.

The young man is beautiful from afar, with his fluid and inhuman grace, walking around touching the flowers and trees, every step is slow and deliberate. There's a strange beauty to him that caught his eyes and he's not even sure what it is yet, but surely it is more than just the physical attributes? L is not a shallow person and he wouldn't shamelessly stare and gawked at a person for merely his beautiful appearance.

There's got to be something about that man...

L bit his thumb, frustrated because of the puzzle he can't figure out. He didn't notice Watari coming in with a cart full of sweets. L was startled when Watari suddenly talked beside him, "I see you've seen Mr. Potter and he caught your attention. I wish I could say I am surprised but Mr. Potter had that effect on everybody else and I can see that even you can't help but stare at him.

L just pouted at Watari's direction but he didn't deny the claim, instead he asked "Who is he, Watari?"

As Watari poured the tea he answered L. "Ah, Mr. Harry Potter is our biggest sponsor. Even when I first started as a small orphanage many decades ago, he's been funding other not only this orphanage but other orphanage too. Once in a few years he would come around claiming to take a walk or something or another, but I believe he genuinely likes the place..."

"He seemed young, how old is he? And why did he deliberately touch all the plants even the thorny roses?"

"Ah yes, he looked young. Mr. Potter is just touching the place he had been so he won't get lost. You see L, Mr. Potter is blind." Watari said. At the time L didn't remarked upon the fact that Watari deliberately didn't answer his question about the young man's age, his attention was caught by the fact that the beautiful person walking outside is actually blind.

L rarely felt sorry for anyone, but just now he did.

"Isn't that dangerous? He's walking around in an unfamiliar place unsupervised. Did he come with his parents or family members?" L frowned thoughtfully at that because Watari clearly referred Mr. Harry Potter as the sponsor, not his parents.

"No, he came with a friend. His friend is probably giving the annual cheque and looking around the facilities. Sadly, Mr. Potter doesn't have any living family members anymore."

"Why? Where are his parents and what happened to his eyes?" L asked. He had never felt curiosity about anybody before. He's perfectly content living his life and minding his own business, but at that moment, he wanted to know everything there is to know about this Harry Potter person even if he came off as prying.

"Well, I don't know why the sudden interest L and I certainly never make a habit of disclosing personal information, but since this is the first time and Mr. Potter's circumstances is not really a secret in some circles, I guess I could tell you..." Watari paused, frowning thoughtfully.

L was eagerly hanging to Watari's every word.

"As far as I know, Mr. Potter is an only child and when he was 15 months old, his parents were murdered by a lunatic and got away with it. His godfather is wrongly accused as an accomplice and was thrown to prison, he was raised by relatives who hates him and his parents. When he was 17 he fought the lunatic and won, but it is said that's when he lost his eyesight, some said a few months later before he did, but I don't know who knows for sure..."

"Why? Why did the murderer got away? Why is his godfather wrongfully accused?" L asked bitterly and for the first time he felt something smoldering deep within him. Something akin to revelation of the path he will take in his life.

Why?

Why?!

He seemed like a nice person who doesn't deserve such thing, so why did it all happen to him?!

"Life isn't fair L, and the earlier you know that, the better. The judicial system is unfortunately flawed in every part of the world. Rich politicians always got away from corruptions, criminals are being freed for the lack of evidence and I know it's unfortunate but that's the way it is." Watari sighed.

The young man or Harry Potter gazed at his window and as if he sensed their eyes on him, he smiled. It's the most beautiful smile he had ever seen and he can't believe that a person as beaten down and as traumatized by the world can still smile like that.

I swear, right here and right now that I won't let anything take away that smile ever again...

"Nobody even thought to change that? And people worldwide learned to live with that kind of flawed system as the norm? No, I will never accept that. I'll change the world's justice for the better you'll see.."

Watari didn't remarked upon such big words coming from a child's mouth but little did he realized that it is a momentous day worth celebrating over for the Legendary Great Detective L was born..

CHAPTER ONE:

17 years later

L almost toppled over in front of the countless monitors for surveillance in the Yagami household. He fell asleep perching on the sofa once again. It's been days but no suspicious movements whatsoever even though in his gut he felt so certain that Yagami Raito is Kira. There's no evidence and to top it off, he doesn't have any idea about the murder weapon and how criminal mysteriously died of heart attack.

This is the hardest case he ever had and to top it off, it's dangerous and if he's not careful, it might be his last case. He even dreamed about 'that person', it's been years and the first and last time he ever saw him, but he's the reason L became a detective. But now, he just seemed so lost. This is the first time it took him this long to solve a mass murder case, to top it off, he doesn't even have that much progress and the method or tool for killing is still unknown to him, it's been month so deserved the right to put and be grumpy.

Even though it's 2 am in the morning. L sighed and reluctantly got up hands on his pocket and on his comfortable slouch. He might as well pick his own sweets in the bakery nearby. Waking Watari is not an option and the old man is not getting any younger.

It's just a whim really and it's not the first time he walked around wearing uncomfortable sneakers without socks just to have a look around some pastry shop on his own, but he never expected an unexpected meeting that will tilt his world from its axis.

Chez Lui Daikanyama is the nearest 24/7 bakery is the hotel he's currently staying at and so without further ado, clad only in a faded blue jeans and baggy long sleeved white shirt matched with an ill fitted sneakers he marched towards the bakery with only his credit card.

A moment later he was carrying a few bags of anpan, anmitsu, castellan, Daifuku, and monaka. The shop only had traditional Japanese sweets, but no matter, as long as its sweets L will eat them, he's on his merry way to the hotel, with his mood significantly brighter when he stumbled upon a person. Most of the sweets he's carrying fell off the ground and though most people can still eat it, L is not most people.

The floor is infested with countless of germs and bacteria and there's no way he'll eat anything that fell off the floor. He'd rather starved to death first, thank you very much. After staring longingly at the ruined sweets he finally gazed at the person who so rudely stumbled upon him, ready to glare.

But when he finally take a look at the person... He can only stare speechlessly. He was suddenly flooded by the familiar feeling of nostalgia that one afternoon 17 years ago. The same dark and messy hair, lean built and inhumanly fluid grace. And his eyes, the most beautiful shade of green that he had ever seen. Within half a second he analyzes the man in a trendy clothing, messy hair and... a white cane? Definitely not Japanese and as much as L wants to believe its the same person as Harry Potter, it couldn't be possible. It's been 17 years and even with the latest plastic surgery it's impossible to look around 17-20 forever. Gotta be another person..

He's visually impaired... Most likely blind...

"I'm so sorry, let me replace the bag of sweets for you..." The young man politely said in Japanese but it's clear with the accent that it's not his mother tongue.

"No, no... It's my fault. You don't have to really... I was not looking..." Because no matter how much L think about it, he's the one with two eyes that can see clearly so it' definitely his fault...

"No, no I insist..! please-"

Before the young man could finish a group of squealing girls came into the picture "Kyyaaaahhhh...! It's really Hadrian-sama..!" accompanied by flashed of camera and asking for photograph and L is definitely confused, he was suddenly grabbed on his elbows and was forced to the men's room while this person they called 'Hadrian' dragged him on the men's room.

"I'm really sorry about dragging you but you might get mobbed by the girls. I still want to repay you though." The man sighed.. "But with all of the waiting to ambush me, it's just not possible. Next time then..!" The man cheerfully said and pulled out his calling card. His name was printed in old English style "Hadrian" along with his number.

"Now it's your turn, what your number?" Hadrian asked smilingly and looking innocent for all the world to see and L, didn't know what's gotten into him but he ended up giving his number. His only fixed number that only Watari knew.

L was about to turn around and go back to hotel in order to ponder and analyze the weird turn of events and puzzled over the missing pieces of information he was presented with, but Hadrian called out to him "Hey, I don't even know your name.."

L turned around and smiles faintly. A very rare smile and it's a pity that Hadrian can't see it. "It's a secret..." And he walked away unaware that he just met the person that would tip the scales on his favour and turn his world upside down...

A/N:

I don't own HP and DN. Thanks for reading and constructive criticisms are always welcome. First and foremost, English is not my language so forgive me for grammar errors. I've never been much of a fan of crossovers but I totally dig Martyrdom and Paradox by UchidaKarasu and Ain't no Rest for the Wicked by Stratusfish. Suggestions are always welcome.

Yes, I got loads of unfinished story and I suddenly disappeared from this site for a long period of time. For that I am sorry but I'll try my best to come back to those stories. I love you guys...!