This is the story that you guys voted for! The updates are going to be random and sporadic, but at least weekly, and considering the writer's block I'm on now, it's kind of slow. But my mind managed to drag out more than one chappie, so here we go! If anyone is OOC other than Harry-there's a reason-I'm sorry!

I do not own Durarara or Harry Potter.

Chapter One: Shizuo's Awakening

Everything was blurry.

Whiteness everywhere. Like a mist... Clouding his senses.

He sighed heavily, and reached up to wipe his forehead with a limp hand. The sweat rubbed onto his palm, and he tried to focus.

Where was he? He sat up.

Looking around, he saw nothing but white in all directions. Endless. It made his mind slow down, trying to process what was happening.

Then he saw him.

Standing calmly in front of what looked like a large screen. Watching intently with a concentrated expression. Standing guard...

"Izaya-kuuunnn!" He launched himself at the small Japanese man. The man-Izaya-turned to look at him with mixed expressions-part shock, part relief, part annoyance, and part panic.

"Gah! Shizu-chan!" Izaya dodged out of the way. "I don't wanna fight right now!"

He picked himself up and looked at the informant. "What the hell are you saying," he hissed.

Izaya looked like he was scolding a small child. "If we start fighting, we'll disturb the kid!"

Shizuo bared his teeth. "Flea-" he stopped. "Wait, what kid?"

Izaya sighed, and gestured towards the screen. It depicted what looked like a mother calming her child-from the child's perspective.

"What the fuck?" Shizuo was lost.

The informant looked up at the superhuman. "While you've been out for the past, what, eight months or so, I've figured out we are inside the mind of a British baby in the 1980s."

Shizuo blinked. "What?"

Izaya facepalmed. "How many times do I need to explain?! I-"

Shizuo waved his hands around. "Okay, okay! I get it! It just took a second to process!"

The smaller man smirked. "Just what I expected of a protozoan."

Shizuo growled loudly, but did nothing.

Izaya laughed uproariously and conjured a large sofa out of the whiteness, leaning back into it. "Nice work, Shizu-chan! Don't want the kid to cry again, do we?"

Shizuo sat down on the sofa-the opposite end of course. "A kid, huh?"

"Tell me everything you know."