He Must Die (HP x HXH)

A Place and a Person

*i have motivation all of a sudden and ive been thinking about writing this story for a while now... so please enjoy. i realize it's really choppy and unedited but im too tired to care.*

|A killer doesn't need friends|

On top of a small hill, a feminine looking man gazed at the overcast sky above him. His body was sprawled out on the grass stiffly, as if he had landed a cartwheel incorrectly. The man's skin was flawless and greatly resembled porcelain. His hair was jet black, long, and straight; it would have hung past his waist had he been standing.

One of the most off putting parts of the young man's appearance were his eyes. They were dark and lifeless, although his chest would rise and fall with every breath. His eyes seemed to be an endless void, somewhere that no sane person would ever venture near. They held no emotion and no empathy, just cold calculation.

The man, as far as any viewer could tell, was not meant to be at Hogwarts.

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A few minutes ago, Illumi Zoldyck had been stalking his dear little brother Killua in York New City. That was, until a portal had appeared beneath him and sucked him into a completely new location he did not recognize.

Illumi had landed on a wet, grassy hill next to a dark forest. He stood up and looked around, taking note of his surroundings.

"Oh dear. It appears that my left arm was broken when I fell through that portal. I did not know that portals existed. I should inform father of this development."

Illumi tilted his head to the side when he noticed his jacket was torn and bloodied, likely as a result of the arm bone that was tearing out of his pristine skin. Illumi had barely even registered the pain.

"That was my favorite jacket. A pity it's torn. I wonder who made that portal in the first place?"

He twisted his broken arm back in place and applied nen to reinforce the broken area.

"I wonder where I am?"

Illumi peered intently at the grey sky with emotionless eyes.

"How... unfortunate it is for me to end up here. I never got to hear what Killua was saying to Gon. I should have killed Gon when I had the chance."

Illumi took a few steps forward, regaining his sense of balance.

"The atmosphere does not feel like York New City, or Kukuroo Mountain."

Illumi felt a presence from the dark forest, and turned. He noticed a teenaged platinum blonde boy with an upturned nose staring at him, wide eyed.

Illumi moved faster than the teen could blink, and held one of his razor sharp needles to the boy's throat. The teen let out a pathetic squeak upon noticing Illumi so close to him.

"My father will hear about this!" the blonde spat.

Illumi blinked and stayed silent. The teen, however, was whimpering and perspiration was beginning to glisten on his temples.

"Do you know who you're dealing with?!"

"I'm afraid I do not, enlighten me," said Illumi.

"I-I'm Draco Malfoy."

Illumi stared at Draco, unimpressed.

"I do not recognize your surname, so you must not be important."

Draco looked as if he might have had an aneurysm.

After a few long (and tense) seconds, Illumi relaxed his grip on the needle that had been pressed against Draco's neck. The boy looked extremely relieved (he immediately backed away from Illumi).