Author: Ruby Lunaris PM
-Death Note crossover- What if, the day after Voldemort's attack on the Potters sixteen years ago, the Dursley's dump baby Harry on the steps of an orphanage called Wammy's House. How will the wizarding world react when they finally locate their long lost savior and meet his brothers? (Independent!Smart!Gray!Harry)Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Fantasy - Harry P. & L - Chapters: 2 - Words: 22,073 - Reviews: 101 - Favs: 367 - Follows: 559 - Updated: 08-12-09 - Published: 06-27-08 - id: 4353120
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Timeframe: The Harry Potter part of the storyline in the prologue takes place fifteen years after Voldemort's attack on the Potters; while in later chapters the Death Note part of the storyline takes place five months before L's death, and will be during Harry's sixth or seventh year at Hogwarts IF he goes before then.
Summary: (Death Note crossover) What if, the day after Voldemort's attack on the Potters sixteen years ago, the Dursley's dump baby Harry on the steps of an orphanage called Wammy's House. How will the wizarding world react when they finally locate their long lost savior and meet his brothers? (Independent!Smart!Gray!Harry) (HPxOC)
Characters Ages in later chapters:
Lawliet or 'L' - 22
Misa Amane - 20
Light Yagami - 18
Mello - 15
Mail - 14
Near - 13
"" - Parseltongue
Prologue: When Good Plans Go Awry
By: Ruby Lunaris
-~England, Surrey - #4 Privet Drive, November 1, 1981 6:20am-~
Petunia Evans-Dursley woke up early that morning and went about her usual routine, as she climbed out of bed while pulling on her night robe, as she moved around sealed cardboard boxes that littered her bedroom floor, as she made her way downstairs to go pick up the milk bottles from outside, as she moved around some more cardboard boxes.
'I can't believe it, in just a few more hours, we'll finally be on our way to Cardiff to start our new lives,' Petunia thought happily to herself as she looked around the house for what would soon be the last time, since in a matter of hours a moving company would arrive to come cart their belongings to her new home in Cardiff, 'I'll miss this old place, but I'll be glad to be rid of it once the move happens. There's two many bad memories here.'
The reason for the move was because a few weeks ago her husband, Vernon Dursley, had just gotten promoted at his workplace, that gave him position as manager of a new branch office the company had just completed building. The only problem was that the job's location was in Cardiff, and required Vernon and his family to move so he wouldn't have to commute the long hours that it would have taken to get from their home in Surrey to work and back again every day.
A few days after receiving the promotion, Vernon and Petunia started making plans to put their house up on the market, and called a real estate agent to handle the legwork of the sale, before they packed a few of their belongings and took off with Dudley to go to Cardiff for a few days, so that Petunia could sightsee with Dudley while Vernon checked out his new office, and also to hunt for a new home for them to live in once the sale on their old house was completed.
They spent nearly a week in Cardiff seeing the sights, while house hunting and it wasn't until the fourth day of their stay, that they found a beautiful two story house that was for sale and quickly bought it up as soon as they checked out the inside. The house they bought had four bedrooms and two baths and was located on the outskirts of the city, and wasn't that far from where Vernon's new job was located.
Upon returning to Surrey, the Dursley's contacted the real estate agent they had hired before they left, and told her to speed up the proceedings, saying that they wanted the sale to go through as soon as possible so they could leave. They quickly put their house up on the market, as they started packing up their things in boxes and hiring a moving truck to ship some of their belongings to the new house.
In the following weeks, Petunia and Vernon had shown their house around to seven different potential buyers, before the house was finally bought by a young couple called the McDaniel's, who had a three year old blond haired girl hanging onto her mothers' skirts, and the new family was scheduled to move into Privet Drive in a few days. Petunia had already handed over the spare house keys to the husband, and planned to stop by later on to hand over what was left of the house keys.
Once the paperwork was signed and done, Petunia called Vernon to tell him about the sale, and he was happy to hear the news, and informed her that he had found a perfect place for them live in, and would be back in a few days to help finish packing whatever needed to be done before they moved.
Vernon had already sent in his transferal papers for the branch office and wasn't scheduled to start work until a week from now, so he was helping out with the move had left for Cardiff to deal with the unpacking of the things they had sent ahead, while she dealt with what was left to deal with in Privet Drive.
Sighing a bit as she came out of her musings, Petunia remembered that she still had a lot of work to do before the movers came in a few hours to move the last of the stuff, and she had to get both herself and Dudley ready when the time came. The only thing left for her to do in the house was to take apart Dudley's crib and playpen, and pack up the pieces in boxes.
'I have to remember to call the milk company and tell them to discontinue our account so the milk will stop being delivered,' Petunia mused silently to herself as she made a mental note to do just that after breakfast, and also decided to leave a note for the McDaniel's that had the milk company's phone number on it so that they could call if they wanted to reinstate the milk delivery to their house, as she made her way to the front door to get today's milk off the front stoop, 'If the McDaniel's want milk delivered to their home, they can order and pay for it themselves out of their own pockets...'
As she flung the front door open, Petunia started to stoop over to gather up the milk bottles when she let out a startled cry as her eyes widen in shocked disbelief as she discovered an extra addition had been left on her front step next to the milk bottles, as she found herself looking down at a brown basket containing the sleeping form of a black haired baby boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on the center of his forehead, and was wrapped in a red and gold blanket with a note pinned to the blanket.
Snapping out her shock quickly, Petunia moved fast as she snatched both the milk bottles and the basket off of the front step, and quickly looked around to see if any of her neighbors might have seen anything, then let out a sigh of relief when she saw no one is sight and slammed the door shut behind her.
She dropped the basket on the couch while on her way to kitchen, where she deposited the milk bottles in the empty refrigerator so they wouldn't go bad, before marching back over to where she had left the unknown baby and snatched the letter off of the blanket, as she tore open the envelope and pulled the letter inside and started reading.
As she read the letter, a mixture of emotions crossed her face as at first she was saddened and felt a little remorseful as she heard the news of her estranged sisters' death along with her husband. Then when she read the part about how she was expected to now take care of Harry and raise him as her own, her unhappiness was immediately replaced by boiling rage.
'I won't have it! Those freaks have some nerve. Who do those freaks think they are, leaving my sisters freakish brat with me, without even waiting around,' Petunia thought angrily to herself as she paced around the living room for a few minutes, as she shot angry glares at her nephews sleeping form as he still lay in his basket, 'to see if I'd actually want to take him in?! I don't have time to take care of two kids let alone a freak kid like my sisters son. Especially with the move. There's no telling what he'd do to my Dudleykins when we're not looking.'
As she thought about what she was going to do next, she took a seat in Vernon's recliner chair as she thought of ways to deal with the current situation, as she glanced over at a nearby wall clock to check out the time.
'I don't care for whatever the reason for him having to stay with us is. Nor do I care what this Dumbledore says. The boys not my responsibility,' Petunia thought angrily after a few minutes, as she glanced over at Harry's basket once more for a moment as she came a decision, as she walked over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a phone directory, 'so he can go to an orphanage where he belongs. Somebody else can raise the brat for all I care and deal with his unnaturalness.'
Sitting down she reached for the phone directory, and started looking through it for orphanage names and addresses, until she found one that caught her interest. There was an orphanage called Wammy's House listed in the phone book. The ad in the book also said that it was some kind of school, that took in special gifted children that who had no families.
'Wammy's House, huh? It would be perfect for the brat, since he's as 'special and gifted' as they come,' Petunia thought silently to herself, as she smirked a bit as she glanced over at Harry once more and gave a mirthless laugh, 'He'd fit right in at this place, and even if he doesn't it'll be their problem to deal with instead of mine.'
As she looked over the ad for a moment as she noted that the location was only an hour and a half drive from her house to and from the orphanage, so she knew she would be back in time to meet up with the movers before they arrived at eleven-thirty, if she left as soon as possible Luckily for her, Vernon had left their only car behind in case she needed transportation somewhere, and had taken the train back to Cardiff a few days ago to try and deal with the rest of their belongings that they had sent on ahead.
Leaving Harry on the couch downstairs, Petunia quickly rushed upstairs she quickly got dressed, before grabbing a notepad of paper and pen and wrote down a quick letter on it, before tearing the it of the notepad and stuffing it into her purse.
Once she was finished, she went to the room next door to Dudley's bedroom to wake him up get him ready for the day as she fed and dressed him, and changed his dirty diaper, before bundling both him and Harry into her car and strapped Dudley into his car seat, while leaving Harry in his basket, before climbing behind the wheel and driving off.
-~England, Winchester Wammy's House, November 1, 1981 8:05am-~
After driving for awhile while following the directions she had written down while also asking passerby for help she soon arrived outside a three story brick building that had a black gate in front with a sign that read 'Wammy's House'.
The gate was already open, so Petunia parked her car outside the gate and out of view from the house, and rolled down the windows a just enough so that Dudley could have some air, before she climbed out of the car and went over to the other side of the car where Harry's basket was and roughly pulled the basket out of the car, and started marching determinately up the drive towards the orphanage while shooting worried looks back at her parked car, but kept going.
'I wonder why hasn't the boy woken up yet despite all the noise I've been making,' Petunia thought silently to herself as she glanced down at her nephews sleeping form for a moment as she continued on her way with a disgusted look appearing on her features, 'He hasn't woken up once. I bet it's another one of those freakish things his kind do. Oh well...'
Once she reached the big double doors of the orphanage, she set the basket down on the stoop, bending over as she pulled out the letter she had written and pinned the letter to the blanket, before standing back up straight and rang the doorbell two times, and she could hear the doorbell chimes echoing repeatedly from outside for a few seconds.
As soon as she rang the bell, she took off running until she reached some nearby tall bushes that were planted in the front yard and quickly ducked behind one, as she carefully peered out from behind the bush to get a better look at the orphanage and waited to see who came to the front door to pick up Harry before she headed off for home.
It didn't take long before the front door was pulled open to reveal what looked to be a five year old boy with messy black hair and black eyes standing on the other side, as he peered out the door. When the boy saw the basket on the front step, he pulled the door open wider as the boy came out and seemed to be inspecting the baby in silence for a few seconds, when two men showed up at the door.
One of the men walked over to the boy and started scolding him probably for opening the front door without an adult present, though Petunia wasn't sure since she couldn't hear what was being said from where she was, while the other man finally noticed the basket on the front step and bent over to pick it up. The two men spoke for a few minutes as the first one gently grasped the little boys hand, as they took their charges back inside the building and the front door shut behind them.
'Well that's that then. The people here can deal with the brat from now on,' Petunia thought silently to herself as she waited a few more minutes just in case someone came back out the front door, but when no one else showed up, she came out of her hiding place and started making her way towards the gates to her car without looking back once, 'and my family can start over again without worrying about a thing from those freaks interfering with our lives.'
As she made her way through the gates, she didn't notice the gates archway give off a faint silver-blue glow as she passed through it, as the glow spread harmlessly through her own body before disappearing as if it had never been there at all.
Soon as she was outside the gates once more, she hurried over to her car, and stopped for a moment to check on Dudley to see if he was still okay, she gave Wammy's House one last look before happily hopping into the drivers seat of the car and driving off.
Meanwhile, back in Whammy's House, the two men were walking down the corridors of the of the orphanage as they made their way back to Quillsh's office.
The man holding the boys hand was a middle aged man with black hair that was starting to show signs of gray hair in some places, with a pair of black glasses perched on his nose, was named Quillsh Wammy, better known as Watari as he was called by the children who lived in the orphanage, and he was the owner and founder of the orphanage known as Wammy's House.
The boy's was name Lawliet, a young half blood wizard and a recent addition to the orphanage who had been living there for a few months after his family was killed by Death Eaters. Lawliet's parents had been good friends of Quillsh who had helped financed the orphanage, and since neither parent had any other living family who could take Lawliet in, so Quillsh managed to gain full custody of him.
Over the months since his parents' murders, Lawliet had grown attached to Quillsh who treated him as his own son. Lawliet was also very intelligent for a young child his age and had an high addiction to sweets. Yesterday had been Lawliet's fifth birthday along with some of the other children that lived in the orphanage, and Quillsh had thrown a huge party for all of them.
Walking next to the two of them was a younger man named Roger Ruvie, who worked as Quillsh's personal assistant and manager in charge of the orphanage whenever Quillsh wasn't there to run things, was carrying Harry's basket in his arms as he followed his employer to his office, where they could deal with the newest addition to Wammy's House.
The two men had been in Quillsh's study going over some papers, when they heard the doorbell ring two times from down the hall. By the time they had exited the den, they immediately noticed that the front door was wide open, and they hurried towards it to find Lawliet outside, kneeling in front of a basket that contained a black hair little boy who looked to be about a year or so old.
While Quillsh was scolding Lawliet for opening the front door without an adult around, Roger made his way to the basket and scooped it up into his arms, being careful not to wake up the sleeping baby, as he glanced around the front yard for any sign of whoever had left the child there but he didn't see anyone in sight.
When Quillsh had finally taken notice of the baby, they both led the way back into the orphanage as they questioned Lawliet to find out if he had seen whoever had left the baby on the front step when he opened the door, but the young boy had only shaken his head as he told them that he had only found the baby outside by itself, as they led the way back inside the building.
Quillsh was a pureblood wizard who was one of the few who refused to live by the magical worlds ideals about pureblood supremacy over muggles and muggleborn witches and wizards and other magical creatures.
He graduated from Hogwarts over thirty-five years ago, and had been disinherited by his family when he married a muggleborn witch after graduation. Though his family had disinherited him, he wasn't left completely penniless, thanks to an inheritance his grandparents had left to him a few years earlier that left him still financially wealthy in his own right.
He had been the favorite grandchild from his mother's side of the family, and his grandparents had supported his views involving muggleborns, and didn't want him to be left without funds on the chance that he was ever disinherited from the family, and made provisions that no one else in the family would be able to touch the money except him or try to lay claim to it if Quillsh did manage to get kicked out of the family, which and angered his former relatives when they found out.
When the war against Voldemort started, and the dark lord's followers he took his wife and family and moved to America, where they spent the next twenty-two years raising their children together, until his wife succumbed to a muggle ailment called cancer and passed away in her sleep a few months later.
Since his children were all grown up and starting families of their own, Quillsh decided to return to England, where he bought a large four story mansion, and converted it into an orphanage called Wammy's House, where he took in both muggle and magical children, and trained the magical ones in both magic and laws so that they would be properly prepared for the magical world when the time came.
Roger Ruvie were muggleborn wizard who had gotten fed up with how the magical world has viewed everyone that wasn't from 'pureblood stock' and left to live a quiet muggle life, when he met and befriended Quillsh, and helped opened up Wammy's House ten years ago, and helped Quillsh in training the magical children.
The orphanage stood tall at seven stories, with dorms on the first and second floors which housed lots of muggle and magical children complete with bathrooms in each room, while the third floor was used for recreational purposes.
The orphanage was also registered in both the muggle and magical world as a school for the children to train and prepare them so they would be ready when they finally entered the world to attend the one of the other magical schools if they chose to go when they were older.
The orphanage was also heavily warded to protect itself from any kinds of danger that might come to its inhabitants. There was also a barrier surrounding the orphanage that automatically put a magical seal on the wands of any unknown witches or wizards that entered the grounds, as soon as they entered the grounds, so that the person wouldn't be able to cast magic or apparate onto or off of the orphanage grounds until they left the grounds through the gate and got about fifteen feet from the orphanage. Anyone who tried to apparate onto the grounds who's magic signature wasn't recognized by the wards would find themselves instantly transported outside the gates, and would have to walk the rest of the way back inside to get to the building.
The wards also automatically deactivated any magical items the visitors might bring on the ground like portkeys, etc, unless it was something that either Roger or Quillsh made themselves.
"Sir, I'm concerned about the boy," Roger said as he glanced down at Harry's sleeping form, with a worried look on his features for a moment as he glanced back at his employer, "I would have thought he'd be awake by now, yet he's managed to sleep through all the noise we're making."
"I was wondering about that myself, Roger. I don't think it's a natural sleep he's in," Quillsh said as he glanced back at the other man for a moment as he glanced down at Harry's sleeping body, as the group walked into the main office, "He should be awake by now..."
"Watari, is the baby going to be okay?" Lawliet asked as he glanced up at the older man for a second, as his black eyes search Quillsh with a questioning look in their depths.
"I'm sure he's fine, Lawliet." Quillsh said as he smiled down reassuringly as at the younger boy for a moment, as he led Lawliet to a nearby couch and helped the boy up onto the couch, "I just need to check him out first to see if there's nothing wrong with him, okay? So why don't you just sit here and relax, okay?"
Lawliet looked doubtful for a moment, before reluctantly nodding his head, as he looked up at Quillsh with a trusting look as he sat back on the couch and quietly waited.
Seeing that Lawliet was now settled, Quillsh moved away from the couch and moved towards his desk, and took a seat behind it just as Roger placed the basket on top of the desks smooth surface, as the older man reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a wand along with a blank piece of paper, and pointed it at Harry while muttering a few words, as a blue glow shot out of the wand and hit Harry's body as he cast several diagnostic spells, and within a few seconds words started to appear on the paper.
"So what's the verdict, sir?" Roger asked, as he watched what was going on, just as Quillsh's wand stopped giving off its glow and he set it down on the desk, as he reached for the paper and started reading the results, "Nothing to horrible I hope?"
"It would seem the boy is in perfect health despite the scar on his forehead, which is also giving off readings of dark magic. He also seems to have a number of other spells placed on him," Quillsh said as he looked over the results of the spell he had cast on Harry, as he scanned the paper for a few minutes as a frown appeared on his features as he glanced back at Harry for a moment, "Though it seems that someone cast a strong sleeping charm on him to make sure he didn't wake up for another couple of hours, no matter what happens around him."
"Who would put such a strong sleeping spell on such a small child?" Roger demanded, sounding scandalized a bit at the news as he frowned a bit, "that seems to be a bit much overdone if whoever cast it was trying to keep the boy from disturbing others."
"Roger, can you hand me that letter," Quillsh asked as he picked up his wand and cast the a mild version of the Enervate spell on Harry to wake him up, as he took the letter that Roger handed to him, "we might as well see what it has to say before we move on to our next course of action."
Without another word, Roger quickly handed over the letter that had been attached to Harry's basket, and handed it over to his employer, who took it and unfolded the paper and started reading it outloud so both Roger and Lawliet could hear what it said.
Dear Sir or Madam, The boy's name is Harry, born on July 31, 1980. His parents were recently killed in a drunk driving accident the previous night, which left him with the scar on his forehead, and he was left in my care because I'm his only relative. But I do not wish to be burdened with the boy, and will leave him in your institute's capable hands. This may seem coldhearted to you, but I already have a child of my own who needs my undivided attention, and I can't waste my time trying to raise my sisters' child as well as my own. Even if I Here's a warning though. If an creepy old man with a long beard and dressed in strange clothes comes to your orphanage claiming that my family changed our mind and want him back, don't believe them because it'll be a downright lie, because if he tries it I'll definitely bring the boy back here or to another orphanage. So I leave Harry in your care to do with as you want. I won't change my mind and be back for him anytime soon, so I give you permission as his former guardian to do whatever is necessary with him as he gets older.
The boy's name is Harry, born on July 31, 1980. His parents were recently killed in a drunk driving accident the previous night, which left him with the scar on his forehead, and he was left in my care because I'm his only relative. But I do not wish to be burdened with the boy, and will leave him in your institute's capable hands.
This may seem coldhearted to you, but I already have a child of my own who needs my undivided attention, and I can't waste my time trying to raise my sisters' child as well as my own. Even if Iwas willing, my husband wouldn't approve of having my sisters child in our home taking up our time and space.
Here's a warning though. If an creepy old man with a long beard and dressed in strange clothes comes to your orphanage claiming that my family changed our mind and want him back, don't believe them because it'll be a downright lie, because if he tries it I'll definitely bring the boy back here or to another orphanage.
So I leave Harry in your care to do with as you want. I won't change my mind and be back for him anytime soon, so I give you permission as his former guardian to do whatever is necessary with him as he gets older.
"There's no signature to show whoever wrote the letter," Quillsh said as he gently set the paper down on his desk, as he gained a thoughtful expression on his face as he glanced down at Harry once more.
"Well I'd have to say that whoever the woman is, she is rather blunt and straight to the point," Roger said after a moment, shaking his head as his frown deepened a bit after hearing what the letter had to say about their new charge, "So the boys name is just Harry? No last name?"
"No, Roger. Looks like the woman probably didn't want to take any chances of getting tracked down by giving us Harry's full name," Quillsh said, as thoughtful look appeared on his features for a moment, as he looked off to one side of his desk, where a copy of that mornings post for the Daily Prophet lay, and read the headlines once more, "Though, now I wonder..."
"You wonder about what, sir?" Roger asked, as he watched as Quillsh reached over and took up the newspaper and started reading it for a few minutes, while shooting a sideways glance at Harry who was just now starting to wake up as he stretched and yawned, "Is something wrong?"
"I was just reading the Daily Prophet when the doorbell rang, and there an interesting article in here about a certain young boy, with a mark on his forehead," Quillsh said as he handed Roger the newspaper while he slowly reached forward to brush aside a lock of Harry's black hair from his forehead scar for a moment, as the infant stared owlishly up at the strange man, and stared at the lightning bolt shaped before breaking off into a grin, "Aha, looks like I right. It seems we have been given Harry Potter into our care."
"Who's Harry Potter?" Lawliet's voice asked from right next to him, causing Quillsh to jump a bit when he noticed that the five year old had seemingly snuck up on him while he was distracted, and was now standing on tiptoes to get a better look at Harry on the desk, "Is he someone important, and what makes you think this baby is him?"
"Harry Potter is a very special little boy who did something great, Lawliet. Remember what I've told you about a dark wizard named Voldemort?" Quillsh asked as he scooped the five year into his arms, and placed him in his lap so the boy could get a better view, and continued speaking when Lawliet nodded his head to his question, as he pointed at the scar on Harry's forehead, "Well if the newspapers are telling the truth, then Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort last night, at the cost of the boys parents lives. I know for a fact that this child has to be Harry Potter, because the newspapers say that the encounter left him with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead."
"Sir, what do you wish to do about this? Should we contact the ministry and tell them we have the Boy Who Lived in our care?" Roger said as he finished reading the newspaper and placed it on the desk next to the, as he glanced at his employer for a moment, "There will be a lot of people looking for him once it's discovered that he's not where he should be, and..."
Whatever Roger was about to say next came to a halt as Quillsh impatiently waved him off with his left hand.
"We're not turning him in. Obviously whoever his former guardian was didn't want him. I have a better plan for what we will do with him, now that he is officially in our care, it would be a shame to simply give him up now." Quillsh said after a few moments, as he grinned a bit in thought, as he glanced down at Lawliet who was looking up at him with a confused look in the youths features, "We can give him the proper care and training he needs in his magic until it's time for him to go to school. We will give him a completely new identity so no one would be able to locate him until he's ready."
"But sir, what if someone from the wizarding world comes here looking for him?" Roger said, trying to make Quillsh see reason with what he was trying to say, as he let out a small sigh, "What will we tell them?"
"We'll cross that bridge when it actually happens, Roger. As far as I'm concerned this boy is just another orphan named Harry who was left in our care. His former guardians don't want to keep him, so he's now a ward of Wammy's House," Quillsh said, a stubborn look appearing on his face, as he reached into his desk and pulled out some forms and started filling them out with the information Petunia had provided in her letter, along with the information he got from the diagnostic charm, "and we can deal with the scar later before anyone else sees it and make the connection, along with all those charms and spells someone put on him He can't do any worse here than anywhere else, and with the wards up, he'll be well protected here. You know the orphanages motto, Roger."
"'Once a child enters our halls and becomes a ward of Wammy's House, whoever they may have once been no longer matters, but what matters most is who they can become in the future.'" Roger said as a loud sigh escaped from his lips, as he reluctantly gave in when he saw the look on Quillsh's face. He knew from past experience that once Quillsh had that look, there was no way of talking him out of doing something, "I guess your right about that, sir. Does this mean you will be renaming him?"
"Might as well. We can't let him keep his old name, or we'll have who knows what kind of trouble banging on our doors who want him." Quilsh said, as a thoughtful look appeared on his face once more, as he tapped the pen on the form sheet distractedly for a moment, as he tried to come up with a good name, "I've always fancied the name Ashcroft and Revan, so it could be his new last name but what will his first name be?"
"What about Jaden?" Lawliet asked, causing the two men to turn their gazes back onto him once more, and saw that he was staring intently at Harry at the moment.
"What was that, Lawliet?" Roger demanded, eyes narrowing a bit in confusion at the five year old as he tried to figure out what the boy had meant, "What do you mean by that? Speak up!"
"Um..." Lawliet's eyes widened a bit, as he noticed the looks he was getting, he blushed a bit in embarrassment before speaking up again, as he pointed to a couple of jade small jade statues that Quillsh kept in his office, before pointing back at Harry once more, "His eyes... are green like jade, so why not just call him Jaden?"
"That's a perfect name for him, Lawliet." Quillsh said as he smiled down at the boy who beamed back up at him, as he grabbed the forms and wrote the new names down on it, before stamping it with a seal to make it official and making two copies of the form, and sending the copies off to both muggle childcare services and the ministry of magic registered.
Within hours, the registration was complete and Harry James Potter virtually ceased to existed, and Jaden Revan Ashcroft was born.
To be continued...
Before anyone says anything about the timeframe it took Petunia to get from home to Wammy's house, I have to say that I have NEVER been to England so I don't know exactly how much time it would take to get from Surrey to Winchester or even Surrey to Cardiff, so I took a guess at it for the story.
Another thing about Wammy's House in this story. With all of the magic and spells that I had Quillsh and Roger put into fortifying the place against magical attacks of any kind, you could almost say they made the place into a magical version of a SMART House (almost like S.A.R.A.H. from Eureka), only without the muggle high-tech machinery and isn't able to talk.
Thanks to all of the magic put into it, it's basically been 'programmed' to automatically defend it's occupants from anything that might endanger it's charges, so that the place would be protected even if Roger and Quillsh weren't there, or were knocked out and unable to protect the house themselves, to protect the orphan kids against unwanted invaders.
I'm thinking about shortening the year when L is supposed to die, so that it stays in the fanfics storyline. And change the year of L's birth to 1977 instead of 1979, so he's only four years older than Harry when Harry's dropped off at Wammy's House, and 21 instead of 25 when the Kira case happens in 1997 instead of 2004 like in the manga and anime. Mello, Near and Mail's ages are approximately what the three of them were when L was killed by Kira in the anime and manga, before the five to six year time skip.
If anyone wants to find out exactly what years their birthdays are, go to my profile and click the link that's available and be sent to a webpage that I made that has info for both the new and old years that the boys were born in.
Also if anyone's wondering, I got 'L's' full name from Volume 13 of the manga, which also has the birthdays and Deathday of nearly all of the characters.
Finished on: June 27, 2008
Updated on: August 12, 2009