Death's Magical Connection
Sadly I do not own either death note or harry potter all that I do own is this story idea and the puppetry that is required to make the characters do what I want.
He could not believe that he had been exposed this early on. Sighing as the guards nodded and went mouths agape to the table were they awaited said cupcakes. Shaking his head Harry took a vial out of a cabinet and took out a potion.
This potion would safely erase their memory of the past half hour and was safer than a memory charm. See memory charms would erase but never how much was needed and could have side effects the potion only erased half an hour for one dosage. It also worked well on cupcakes.
Entering the room he passed the coated cupcakes and smiled as each man passed out. Alright he admitted that they tended to knock people out and have them sleep until the next morn, but they would be under the illusion that they had just gone to bed.
Chuckling softly Harry levitated them into their rooms and after making them as comfortable as possible, meaning he transfigured their cloths to pajamas while pulling the covers over them, Harry headed towards the garden to paint.
Movement was what drew L. out of what many would consider a pout that he denied as being lost in thought.
He had been expecting a phone call from the guards with pictures of the house so that a layout could be a set up. The movement had come from the back, meaning that someone was up at 10:46 and in the back yard.
They seemed to move like a cat slinking in and out of his vision finally stopping at a cherry tree. Taking the camera and zooming past the fence, a feat that would be impossible if not for the fact he had made the camera himself, and saw Harry.
The young boy was dressed in an almost see through white cloth like material, so see though in fact that he could see the white undergarments that lay beneath.
His skin was glistening like a fairy from the stories he had heard and disbelieved as a child. Pulled out of his daze when Harry raised an arm, out of the tree flew a white creature. Upon further inspection the animal was identified as a white barn owl, a rare breed on its own much less in Japan.
` Harry was whispering to the thing petting it and the bird was returning the affection with great valor. Then the owl held out it's leg and Harry attached a letter to the creature before it nipped playfully at the young man's fingers and soured off into the night.
Harry stood there watching as the bird flew out of sight then turned and went rather slowly as though it pained him to walk to the other side of the tree vanishing from L.'s camera. The scene had been one that would have been seen more in a child's story book or the paintings by Wizard not something one saw on camera.
L. decided to lay down away from the computer screens and monitors. Harry had seemed quite interested in Wizard's paintings so it could be plausible that he had obtained an owl like that in the hall of Venice… it left to many questions unanswered for L.'s taste.
It was the birds out in the cherry blossom tree that alerted Harry that he had fallen asleep outside once again painting. Listening to the inside of the house he heard the slight scuffle of feet as his 'bodyguards' woke up. Stretching like the cat he stood and headed inside.
"Good morning." Harry had been surprised to see them cooking breakfast and thought that since no one noticed him he would greet them, he did not expect what had happened.
The guard that had been cooking some eggs had turned and started to say good morning before he dropped the pan he had in his hand and the metal on wood crash drew the others attention.
Mouths gapped at him and he could not understand why they all where blushing.
The guards could not stand the sight of the angelic being in front of them. The dew from the morning had made his outfit of white thin silk see though so that everything was on display for them to see but his most scared area leaving it up to the imagination.
His height was shorter but nothing truly noticeable as his black hair hung in a I have just been shagged looked, and since the clothes were ruffled it left many things to mind. Yet it was that smile and glint of life in his almond shaped eyes that drew there picture to completeness.
Harry frustrated by the silence left the room to go get ready for the day. It was not until he spotted his image in the mirror on his way to shower that he understood what had happened.
A shout of "Perverts!" was heard all down the street that morning and the guard smirked and blushed as they finished making breakfast.
L. had tried calling the complex yet none of the hired guards answered and now he was irritated at the lack of communication.
Now he sat in a car Watari on his side heading to their location. It was curious as to why they would not answer the phone when he was the only one that would call on the phone that they were given and it left a mystery that he had a deep desire to solve.
When he finally arrived at the compound he was taken aback by its beauty, the simplicity and for some reason the moment his feet touched the ground he felt a strange calm that would normally escape him take control over his entire being.
It was much like looking at the pictures painted by Wizard. Without conscious thought his eyes closed and his breathing started to regulate while his shoulders rose to their proper posture.
"L. what are you doing?" Instantly L. found himself slouching in his normal day walk, both he and Watari were confused about the sudden change in behavior but neither questioned it.
Turning to look behind the car stood Lord Potter followed by all the hired guard holding two bags of groceries each. The guards started to sweat in panic at the sight of their boss, how could they not when they suddenly realized that something they had done was done incorrectly.
L. glared at the guard as they each took a step backwards. "L. stop scaring the guard or they will drop the groceries and then I will have to go out again…" L. turned to Harry and melted at his clothing. He was wearing a light green kimono that had diamonds imbedded in a flower tree pattern. It matched his eyes and threw him for a loop all he could do was stare.
L. nodded and looked away from the guards as they quickly scurried inside desperate to escape the wrath of their employer. It did not matter he would question them later for now he would find out what he could about Harry. He followed Harry and company inside the house giving a feeling of welcome and comfort he could not find even in Whammy house wrapped its arms around him.
"L. would you like tea or some other drink?" L. stopped his observation and nodded heading to the kitchens when something caught by the smell of paint. "You paint." L. saw Harry freeze at the statement and nod hesitantly.
It was something he had seen often on guilty parties when they were hiding something of importance. It was something that L. intended to find out. For some reason L. felt a twinge of guilt and saw a glimpse of Boy. L. shrugged it off as nothing the feeling still there but not as important.
To all those loyal readers of my story I must apologize but college came up and took up most of my writing time I will try to update again soon but forgive me if they are short chapter… Thank you for reading and staying with my story
The Dream Walker