Light Yagami/Harry Potter
Warm hands hold Light closer. Tired dark eyes stare at him from up close, grief etched in every feature.
L. Ryuuzaki.
That bastard. His only friend. His only equal.
Light felt his breath calming down, pain still there but panic steadily growing faint.
"Hush, Harry," the man said, nuzzling his face. Shaggy black hair tickled his cheek. Light wriggled his- not his- body, trying to look more at this Ryuuzaki look-alike.
They even dressed the same. This man wore ripped jeans, a plain T-shirt and his hair was just as bad too. Not to mention, those eyes. They were the same. Sleep deprived, full of loss, looking at him as if searching for the answer to life.
"I gotta take him to the Dursley's," a voice- the giant- rumbled from behind. "Dumbledore's orders."
Ryuuzaki's- his look-alike's hands tighten around Light's infant body. Light agreed, gripping long, dark hair as tightly as his new fingers allow. The panic which had just calmed down bubbles up again. He won't let go.
He will not, he won't, won't-
A poke to his cheek.
Light slept.