Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Ah, here I am again… but this time I'm in a new Book Series – and manga too! This is one of my favourite crossovers in existence. I hope I do it proud!
To be honest, this idea struck me while I read 'Famiglia' by Sky's Eternity (brilliant story by the way – if you haven't you should check it out). And I think it's quite unique too – as in I haven't read any stories identical to this.
The time this starts in is the summer after Third Year and in the midst of the 'Daily Life' Arc in the Manga (so the start). Harry has been lied to about his age – he is actually the same age as Kyoko and them (duh).
And updates? Read my profile page – my update explanation is there. I don't want to repeat it.
~Nom Nom :3
PS: I'm not too sure but this MAY be a Hana Kurokawa/Harry Potter pairing. I think.
IMPORTANT: When both English and Japanese is spoken:
For this chapter only:
"English"
"Japanese"
"Spells"
Future chapters:
"Japanese"
"English"
"Spells"
Summary: AU After his third year in Hogwarts, Harry discovers the truth. He is not a Potter. Nor is he an Evans. Everything about his life was a lie. His true name? Toko Sasagawa, twin brother of Kyoko Sasagawa.
Warnings: Manipulative! Dumbledore Bashing, Weasley Bashing, OCs, Magical! Sasagawa Family, Protective! Kyoko and Ryohei, Fake! Life (Harry), Good Ron and Hermione, Good Snape.
The Potter That Wasn't
Chapter 1: The Lie of Harry Potter
Hogwarts, England
Harry sat silently on the chair in the Hogwarts Library, gazing out the window onto the grounds. In the section of the library, he could vaguely hear Ron and Hermione quietly arguing, but he tuned it all out. He was deep in thought about what had happened in the last few weeks of the school term.
First was what Sirius Black (he refused to call the man his godfather – he broke out of prison for revenge, not to look after him – that was something he found hurtful) told him.
'You look exactly like James, your father, but you have your mother's eyes.'
It wasn't new for people to say that – every time he saw a new person they said it. Yet what did bother him, as it did every time someone said it after he had seen pictures of his parents, was how eerily identical he was to his parents. For one, he was a double of his father. That enough wouldn't have been enough to make him think, but it was the fact that even the small details matched: that small flick of hair on his fringe that would always go back to the same position, the way his eyebrows pointed at the edges, even the way his left thumb nail was grew in differently as if from an accident was identical to the photographs that Hagrid and others had shown and given him. And his eyes… they were the exact same shape and colour as his mother's, even with that unreal small fleck of bright blue on the right iris.
By nature, Harry was one to spot small details that others overlooked and used them to his advantage. Years at the Dursleys had honed that small but key survival instinct, and to harness plans around said details. It was that reason the Sorting Hat had wanted to place him in Slytherin: his survival instinct was screaming it.
Harry smiled darkly at that. What would Dumbledore do if his precious golden boy Harry was sorted into Slytherin? He half wished he had been just to see his reaction.
Harry had lost all love for Dumbledore during the first year. He couldn't believe the man had hid a priceless artefact that could immortalise the holder behind traps a First Year could get pass. Even worse, he showed up the minute everything was over to 'destroy' the stone (he was pretty sure he saw it in his office during the Second Year). That showed Harry that Dumbledore was testing him. And he didn't like it.
"Harry, mate, are you alright?" Ron whispered, looking at him with concern.
Ron. Other than Hermoine, he was the only person he could trust. They both came clean after the troll incident in First Year that Dumbledore wanted them both close to him – enough to endanger their lives so that he would save them. It sickened him that a man could so easily threaten the lives of students who were under his protection, and even use them to get close to him. But, on a certain level, he was glad he had. Otherwise they never would be able to trust each other as they did now.
"Yeah I'm fine… Just thinking 'bout Dumbles again." He replied.
"Ah, Harry!" Hermoine sighed quietly. "What have we talked…" She trailed off looking at his head. "Harry, it's happening again."
He looked to the window and sighed. He was changing again. Over the past few weeks, ever since his little stay with Madam Pomfrey, this was the second thing he had noticed. Randomly through the day, his entire appearance would change, to a boy with white hair and brown eyes. His skin darkened slightly, making him look healthier, and his muscles increased to what they would've been if he wasn't starved at the Dursleys, and he lost the need for his glasses. They only lasted briefly, only a few seconds in total, and he went back to normal afterwards.
Except this time, after he waited, he didn't change back.
The three of them sat in silence, Ron and Hermione staring at Harry while Harry stared at his reflection. A good minute passed before he spoke.
"I… I'm not… turning back…" Harry muttered, his voice low. Then his voice rose slightly, panic creeping in. "Ron, Hermione. I-I'm not turning back!"
"Quiet Harry!" She hissed. "If Madam Pince hears us she'll come here, and I'm sure this won't turn out well." She quickly pulled out her wand and cast the strongest privacy wards she could think of before putting it back. "We're safe."
They both nodded. "So what do we do? We can't go wandering around Hogwarts with me like this!" Harry gestured to himself. "And if you two go about without me, or with me looking like this, people will ask questions."
They both nodded. "Well what do we do?" Ron asked.
"See a teacher." Hermione said. "One's bound to know the answer."
"Not Professor Mcgonagall." Ron said immediately. "She's too wrapped up in Dumbledore's web."
"I don't think Professor Sprout would help, and Professor Flitwick…" Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it to Harry. "Finite Incantatem." She whispered. When nothing happened she continued. "It looks like he won't be able to help, since it's not a spell. So that leaves-"
"Snape." Harry said. "If it's not a spell, then it's a potion. He doesn't have to know it's me too. Say I'm Neville and he's bound to help us after insulting Neville's potion ability… What's wrong, Ron?"
Ron was looking at Harry's forehead with wide eyes, his skin slightly pale. "Y-Your scar. It's… It's… It's gone…"
True enough, both Hermione and Harry checked and it was gone.
"That means…"
"It was an illusion spell." Harry finished Hermione's sentence. "Your Finite Incantatem ended it."
"But that scar… it was proof you survived the Killing Curse, survived You-Know-Who…" Ron whispered.
Hermione turned extremely pale, reminding Harry of the ghosts that roam around Hogwarts.
"What did you figure out, Hermione?" Harry asked, drawing Ron's attention to her.
"I remembered something." She whispered in a very quiet voice. "Remember what Professor Lupin taught us in February?" The pair gave her withering looks making her smirk and roll her eyes. "Of course not. Anyway, he taught us about curses. He said every spell, no matter the use of it, requires an anchor. Curses uses others as the anchors. The Imperious Curse uses the subconscious, the Cruciatus Curse uses the nervous system while the Killing Curse uses the soul for a split second before it is ripped from the body."
"What does this have to do with my fake scar?" Harry asked.
"The body reflects the soul. If you mutilate the soul, the body becomes something less than human. For this case, a soul simply cannot withstand the Killing Curse, something anchoring on it, without taking damage. The famous scar was a reflection of a damaged soul, a crack in it."
"So, because he had no scar…" Ron started.
"He never survived the Killing Curse." Hermione finished in a whisper.
Harry's blood turned cold. "W-wait! This doesn't mean that! Maybe I've got a scar somewhere else!"
Hermione merely shook her head. "Then why create a false one? And your appearance – the change is from a potion. You can't make layers of appearance charms, and since the scar was obviously one, that means your change is from a potion."
"Why does he look so different then?" Ron asked. "Did he take a bad potion or something?"
"No." Harry said slowly, the realisation hitting him like a ton of bricks. "I think I understand where Hermione is going with this. I looked exactly like my dad – James Potter – with the exception of my eyes, those being identical to my mother's. I had an appearance charm on my forehead to look like a scar, something that would become an icon in the Wizarding World. And with the fact that I'm a Parselmouth, all the details show that I'm…" He stopped, his throat feeling tight.
"That he is, in fact, not Harry Potter." Hermione finished in a voice that was just loud enough for them to hear. "Harry Potter died that night in his crib, and that this appearance is your true appearance." She sighed. "But who-"
"Dumbledore." Ron said immediately.
"But what would he have to gain from it?" Harry – or whoever he truly was – asked.
"I don't know." Hermione said.
"I do." Ron inputted. "The name Harry Potter is a legend in the Wizarding Community. Not only that, but the Potters are one of the oldest and most influential pure-blood families in the country, if not the whole world. The fact that James Potter married a muggleborn was perhaps the biggest shock in the century. Dumbledore, who has always been pro-muggleborn, had always said that the Wizarding Community needs to start accepting new blood, or else it will crumble in on itself."
Realisation dawned on Hermione. "And what better way to show the advances than to have a half-blood child from a pure-blood father and a muggleborn mother survive the one curse that is impossible to survive."
"Not only that, but the fact that a mere child defeated You-Know-Who would both motivate the whole Wizarding World, and piss off the Death Eaters." Ron said. "Everyone will be distracted with the Boy-Who-Lived rather than the man who defeated Grindelwald. Dumbledore will be free to do what he wants away from prying eyes."
Harry nodded slowly, his mind in a daze. Dumbledore was in deeper than he thought. This was beyond simple tests and threats on student's lives. This was kidnapping, creating a false identity and lying to the whole world about him. He took a deep, calming breath before he spoke again, directing his question to Hermione. "Then why did this… potion just wear off now? And what about my scar? I'm sure a man like Dumbledore wouldn't risk the chance that I may be hit by a rogue Finite Incantatem for his whole lie to fall apart."
Here, Hermione smiled. It was her infamous 'you'll-love-what-I'm-going-to-tell-you' smile that brought back memories of Second Year and the Polyjuice Potion, making the two boys smile. Without a word of warning, she got up and made her way into the stacks of the library, only to come back with an old tome with worn black leather and Mundus Potionem written in faded gold on the front. She had it open to somewhere near the middle of the book, showing an image of a cauldron and some sort of snake around it.
"This is the 'Curarent Dei' potion, or the 'Cure of God'." Hermione explained. "It's a really rare potion that requires Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears. With a few minor common ingredients like Mandrake Root, it can be used to return any alteration by potions to its original form, even the Septem mortalia peccata potions. The rarity of the ingredients though, tend to make people forget about it."
"Hermione, I'm sure I would know if I drank a potion with Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears." Harry sighed exasperated.
"But there is something that most people forget." Hermione said smugly. "The human body has the ideal temperature for potion making." Seeing the blank looks on their faces, she elaborated. "When a potion is consumed, it heats up for the body to absorb the affects. This can be done for any potion, except since most combinations on the path leading to the completed potion are poisonous, it's usually ignored. Why do you think Professor Lupin always looked ill after his time as a Werewolf? He couldn't take a Pepperup Potion because the Bicorn Horn reacts violently with the Wolfsbane that would still be in his system, and cause an explosion."
"Ouch…" Ron muttered, looking disgusted.
"Anyway, my point is that the Pepperup Potion we took after our time-travel business held Mandrake Root while the Rightos Potion for any unpleasant side effects from the time-travel contained the rest of the ingredients, they all combined with the Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears from Second Year to make the potion's effects."
Harry and Ron both nodded at that explanation. That made surprising sense. "Then why did it take a month?" Harry asked her. She just smiled and pushed the book to him, pointing to the last sentence on the page:
Please allow one month wait after consumption to allow the potion to complete its effects.
"And my guess is Dumbledore used the potion as the anchor, so now that you don't look like that anymore, it won't reform."
The three sat in silence for a minute before Ron spoke up. "What's the plan?"
"We go to Snape." Harry said. Hermione and Ron both looked at him like he had just announced his undying love for said professor, so he decided to explain. "Professor Mcgonagall is too wrapped up with Dumbledore's schemes, as Ron said before. Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick both don't have the necessary experience with this sort of thing, and since only the Head of Houses have an office Flue, it leaves Snape. He also is a Potion Master, which helps too."
Hermione nodded, and took control. "Ok, Ron. You head up to Gryffindor Tower and get all of Harry's things. Don't leave a single object behind, we need to make it look like he ran away. We will meet you at Snape's office. Don't forget to use the invisibility cloak. Once you join us at Snape's office, we'll have everything sorted. Harry will give you a note, and once Harry is gone, I'll go to the Great Hall to eat. You make your way to Gryffindor Tower, and run back down. You need to make a big scene in the Great Hall, so that Dumbledore can't hush it up. In the Hogwarts Handbook, in section 13 paragraph 3, it states that the Headmaster is In Loco Parentis for all students, meaning if Harry runs away during Hogwarts term time, its Dumbledore's fault."
The pair looked at her with raised eyebrows, looking impressed. "And tell me, Hermione, how did you plan this on the spot?" Harry asked, smiling slightly.
Hermione blushed. "Well, remember in First Year how I had no friends?" The pair nodded, looking slightly abashed. "No worries about it. Anyway, I decided to read all the books in the Hogwarts Library." Here she grinned sheepishly. "I have photographic memory, so I can recall every page from every book I've read perfectly."
"Aha!" Ron said excitedly. "You've been cheating!"
"What? No!" She hurried back. "It's just a biological advantage!"
"Mmm-hmm." Ron said, not believing her. "So where did you get the plan from? Trashy romance novels?" After the summer of First Year, both Hermione and Harry decided to educate Ron in the workings of muggles. Because his father's love had rubbed off on him, he was generally interested and thus learnt quickly. It had taken to the Easter just gone, but Ron now had knowledge of muggles equal to those of muggleborns. And he was proud of it.
"No!" She protested. After looking at their cynical looks, she withered. "Sci-fi novels…" She muttered. Ron and Harry merely shared a knowing look.
"Anyway…" Harry said, trying to turn their conversation serious again. "We need to start moving." They both nodded, and Ron took off to gather Harry's things. Hermione turned to Harry and pulled her wand out, and let the tip gently touch his forehead.
"It's just a glamour charm." She whispered. "Operias!"
Harry felt some sort of sticky syrup-like substance trickle from her wand, covering him all over. It made him feel nauseous and he felt like he needed a shower. Once the movement had stopped, he could still feel the stickiness, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Just be sure not to speak or touch anything or anyone, or else the charm will dispel." She told him. He nodded, and the duo set of towards Snape's office.
Professor Severus Snape sat quietly in his office, relaxing and thinking about his summer. Classes had already ended for the year, and it wouldn't be long before all the brats were gone and he could thoroughly relax and unwind.
Yet, today was different. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't relax. He felt, as he liked to call it, 'Potter Syndrome', where something was going to happen to that brat that would drag him into a mess. Honestly, he wasn't paid enough to deal with him…
A rapid knocking sound interrupted his thoughts. Internally groaning, he stood up from his chair and marched to the door, making sure that his annoyance was shown on his face. Pulling the wooden dungeon door open, he was annoyed to see that it was The-Brat-That-Couldn't-Bloody-Die and his faithful companion, the insufferable know it all. Surprisingly though, the Anti-Slytherin redhead was absent from their party.
Before he could even growl out an insult, Hermione pushed past him and shut the door, causing Snape to grind his teeth in annoyance. Harry stood silently, careful not to touch anything while Hermione turned to the Potion Master. She pulled out her wand and started to cast privacy wards – the likes of which made Snape's eyebrows raise to his hairline in surprise. All of them together were practically impenetrable, but very taxing to cast, meaning what she was about to say was very important and secret.
"Professer, we need your help." She said quietly.
He sneered. "What could the golden Gryffindors need with me?"
She simply turned around and pointed her wand at Harry. "Finite Incantatem."
He watched unimpressed until Harry began to dissolve, leaving a complete stranger where he was. The boy had white hair, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. He was both taller and more muscular than Harry, looking healthier overall. He looked to the boy's forehead and noticed, with shock, that the oh-so-famous lightning scar was gone.
"This is what we need help with." The boy said, his voice slightly deeper than Harry's had been.
Snape stood there gaping before a knock interrupted his thoughts. He turned around to see Hermione let in the ginger and last of the trio into the room.
Snape went over to his chair and sat down, sighing. "Tell me everything." He said, knowing that this was the start of a huge messy problem. He sat there, listening to the three and their observations (he was quite surprised to learn of their trickery – actions worthy of Slytherin students, as much as he loathed to admit it). He listened to how their distrust of Dumbledore span from their First Year. After that, he listened to their thoughts on the whole situation and, as much as he hated to agree with Griffindors, he did agree – Dumbledore had been doing something very bad.
Once they were finished, Snape sighed and pinched his nose. "Ok, first things first: we need to do a Family Tree." He pulled out a piece of parchment, and waved his wand over it a couple of times while muttering spells, before beckoning Harry over. "A single drop of blood on this will do." He said. "I just don't understand why the Goblins didn't notice this…"
"They just took my scar as proof enough." He shrugged, pricking his finger with a knife. Crimson blood sprung to the surface, and he let a few drops spatter onto the parchment before sticking it in his mouth to suck the rest of the blood off.
The four occupants of the room watched the parchment eagerly, as the blood soaked in and lines and names began to form. Then they frowned as they were appearing in a completely different language. Strange symbols appeared for names, with the dates of birth and death appearing below them. It took a few minutes before it was completed, leaving a family tree that spanned many generations.
"This is you." Snape said, pointing to one of symbol-names at the bottom with his wand. He tapped it and a piece of text formed, all in the strange symbols.
"Japanese!" Hermione gasped out. "It's written in Japanese! I knew I recognised it somewhere…"
Snape muttered an incantation, and all of the characters – now identified as Japanese – warped and changed into readable English words. The four looked at the name.
"Toko Sasagawa…" Harry muttered. "My name is Toko Sasagawa…"
Hermione looked at him. "Do you want to change to that, or keep the name Harry Potter?"
He shook his head. "I was never Harry Potter. I was always Toko Sasagawa." They nodded. Harry – or Toko, as he decided to be called – looked at the piece of writing that was under his name.
"Oh my god…" He breathed. "I have a twin!" He looked at the information. "She's called Kyoko. We were both born on the 4th March. Not only that, I have an older brother, Ryohei. He's 15…" He trailed off, reading everything about his family. Apparently his mother, Misaki Sasagawa, is a half-blood from a major family (her father actually British himself) while his father, Ryuu Sasagawa, is a muggleborn. Both his twin sister and brother could use magic, but no one else in his family could.
He looked up, tears pricking at his eyes. "Can… can we contact them?" He asked, a tremor obvious in his voice.
Namimori, Japan
Kyoko looked forward at the teacher, not really paying attention to his words. She was busy imagining what she would be doing for 'Kyoko appreciation day' with Haru. Her friend, Hana Kurokawa, was busy doodling in her book, showing her funny pictures and cute drawings.
"EXTREEEEEEEEEEME!"
She sighed. Her brother was doing something stupid. Again. But she loved him anyway. He was always kind to her and protected her, so what could be wrong with a big brother like that?
"EXTREEEEEEEEEEME!"
…apart from his loud 'extreme' habit of course. What was he doing outside of his class anyway? Probably boxing or something of the sort. She was surprised that Hibari hadn't bitten him to death yet for his interruption to the peace of Namimori.
"EXTREEEEEEEEEEME!"
Now she was getting a sympathy look from Hana, and a few sniggers from others in the room. They weren't laughing at her, but her brother was her family, and sometimes he was really embarrassing to her. Not that she really cared for how others viewed her, just that she didn't want to be laughed at.
"KYOKOOOOOO!"
She planted her face straight into her desk. He had to mention her name, didn't he? Now people were sniggering while looking at her. Hana had just rolled her eyes, Tsuna was giving her a look of sympathy, Yamamoto just smiled good heartedly while Gokudera muttered something about "annoying turf-heads" and "boss' woman".
The teacher had stopped speaking and was waiting for the interruption – it was rare to get one that announced themselves beforehand – that was bound to happen. A few seconds later, on cue, her older brother slammed the door open with so much force she heard a crack, which she flinched at.
"KYOKO!" He shouted. "YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT EXTREME THING HAPPENED!"
She sighed. "Onii-chan! I'm in class!" She scolded him. "Can't it wait?"
"NO!" He shouted. He took a deep breath and calmed himself (much to the surprise of everyone present, including Kyoko). "They've found him." He said it in a quiet voice, which somehow had more emphasis than his loud yelling. "They've found Toko…"
The name raised a few eyebrows, but it only rang a bell for one person – Kyoko. Tears pricked at her eyes as she dropped her pen and rose to her feet. Then, to the surprise of everyone, she ran out the door – possibly faster than her brother could've done – with Ryohei close behind.
Once they were gone, all eyes turned to Hana, who shrugged. Outside she kept her somewhat-cold and uninterested face, but inside she was burning with curiosity. Nothing, and she meant nothing, had ever had that effect on Kyoko before. She wondered who – or what – this 'Toko' was.
The two rushed to the school's reception, where their father was waiting for them without stopping. He took them to the car, and drove them to the nearby hospital, most likely breaking every driving law known to man at least twice over.
During the drive, Kyoko thought about Toko. Ever since she was small, she had known she had a twin. It explained why she always felt so… empty, like a piece of her was missing. She was told how he was kidnapped from their crib at just a year and a half old, with no traces. Her mother said it was the work of magic, and thus muggles wouldn't be able to track him. Not that the Aurous had done any better. Yet, they found him. There was hope. But when they arrived to the hospital, and their father brought them to the magic department, to the place where the severe cases were kept, fear struck her heart again.
What if, by some cruel twist of fate, he wasn't Toko anymore?
The three arrived by a bed, where their mother sat in a chair next to the sleeping figure. He looked like a mini Ryohei, except that Toko's features were more delicate, and he had the same brown eyes Kyoko had inherited from their father. He looked more petite, almost matching Kyoko in body size.
Without words, Kyoko made her way to the bedside chair and, hesitantly, she touched Toko's hand. Immediately she felt the bond – the bond only magical twins have – flare into life, making her smile. Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded to her family, who also began to cry.
She looked back to her twin – her long lost twin – and smiled.
"Toko…"
Toko felt lost. After that statement, things proceeded rather quickly. It only took about five minutes before his trunk – with everything he owned bar Hedwig (Hermione and Ron would send her later) – was safely in his pocket, shrunk with a feather light charm. He had passed a rough note to Ron before Snape had pulled him to the side, saying that he couldn't accompany him because Dumbledore would notice his disappearance. Then, he was quickly shoved into a Flue with directions to his family's home.
Cross-continental Flue? Worse than a Portkey.
He shuddered to think what a cross-continental Portkey would be like.
It might've been because Snape's Flue was designed to bypass the usual continental wards (which were only a bare minimum) that he had such a terrible travel. But where he appeared was in some sort of abandoned house, in the early hours of the morning, making him blanch slightly.
He made his way outside onto the streets and began to wander. The early morning meant that no one was up apart from those who just ignored him (his Hogwarts robes were thick with muck and dust from the house), so he ended up wandering for about an hour before he came across something… different.
"Ciaossu."
Toko jumped and turned to see a baby, no older than about two years old, wearing a black suit with a red shirt, tie and a fedora. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, expecting to be seeing things, but no – he was still there. At least he had a pacifier, even if it was slightly large, yellow and around his neck.
"Good morning. Why do you look like Sasagawa-san?" He asked. Toko blinked in confusion. His Japanese knowledge began, and ended, with 'They're strange symbols and sound funny'. But he did catch the Sasagawa bit – did it mean he was in the right town?
"Why do you look like Sasagawa-san?" The baby repeated, and he noticed that the lizard on his fedora was actually moving, as in it was alive.
"Erm… You don't, perchance, speak English, do you?" He asked, slightly wary about the baby. Obviously it was no normal child – for starters he was out alone, wearing a suit and talking like an adult. Unless all children in Japan were like this (and he doubted they were – he may be ignorant about Japan but he wasn't that ignorant), it meant the child was special. Heck, even the way he stood, with his fedora positioned at the exact right angle (low enough to hide his eyes, but high enough so you could see his shrouded face) was a mark of an experienced adult.
"Ah, an English speaker." He said. Yup, that settled it. A two year old baby who knows Japanese and English? He was positive that it just was not normal. "I asked, why do you look like Sasagawa-san?"
Toko chuckled nervously (hey, the baby was creepy!). "It's kinda a long story…"
The lizard on the baby's fedora jumped off and morphed into a gun. The baby caught it without a care in the world, and looked up, so his eyes stared directly into Toko's. "I've got time." He said, jumping up onto the garden wall that was over four times his height. "My name is Reborn. I'm the world's strongest hitman, and I'm here to train the Vongola Decimo – the tenth boss of the Vongola Mafia Famiglia."
Toko didn't doubt it. The proof that this baby was far from normal was practically a slap in the face. From an old woman. With a brick.
"I'm Harry Potter." He said. "Well, I was Harry Potter, until about an hour ago I found out that my name is actually Toko Sasagawa."
He realised too late that he shouldn't give that name, that he should've stuck with just Harry, but Reborn merely nodded, hardly phased. "In Japan, people say their family name first than their given name. Does that make you Sasagawa Toko?" With a nod of conformation, he continued. "Any relation to Sasagawa Kyoko and Sasagawa Ryohei?"
Relief spread across his face. "Yes! Apparently I'm Kyoko's long lost twin."
Reborn nodded again. "How did you find this out?"
Toko froze. How would he explain that to others? He knew that his true family, the Sasagawas, would understand the magic part, but he couldn't go and blab to everyone he saw. "I… err… you see…"
"Magic?" Reborn asked, making Toko freeze, yet again. "I'm guessing, through an accident, that your true appearance was revealed, and after using your blood to create a family tree, you ran away to Japan from England to find them?"
That was… frighteningly accurate.
"H-how…"
Reborn merely smirked. "It always pays to know." He paused for a moment. "So: Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived?"
Now Toko wasn't surprised. This baby just seemed to know EVERYTHING. "Yeah." He agreed. "Apparently, it was more the Boy-Who-Was-Kidnapped-To-Pretend-To-Be-A-Dead-Boy- Who-Killed-Voldemort."
The baby didn't flinch at them name, making Toko smile. Grown wizards were scared of the name, yet this infant (who he was sure was older than he looked) wasn't fazed by it.
"Hmm…" Reborn thought it over. "Do you want to join the family?"
Toko stopped mid-step and gave the baby an odd look. "Family? What family?"
"The Vongola, of course."
He meant the mafia family. The baby wanted him to join the mafia. Now he was no stranger to strange offers (Voldemort still could pull those into every conversation), but he didn't expect that from the baby. Actually, he did expect it, because there was no chance that this whole Vongola Mafia family thing would just pass him by. Fate was just like that.
"Your brother, Ryohei, is in." Reborn informed him. "Also, the Vongola Decimo has a soft spot for your twin." He paused for a moment before continuing. It wasn't like Reborn to induct people without Tsuna, but this child had so much potential. His movements were soft and swift, a perfect base for an assassin or a hitman. "Think about it."
"I… I will…" Toko muttered. "But could you at least point me to the Sasagawa residence?"
Apparently, he was on the opposite end of town, and was heading in the complete wrong direction. After parting ways with Reborn (as in the baby just disappeared on him), he spent another two and a half hours (at least) making his way to the household, often needing to double back to find the correct landmarks that Reborn pointed out. For some reason though, they appeared to be spread out and involving many twists and turns. Toko suspected the baby was, in fact, very sadistic.
Those weren't the only distractions though. He came across a strange child that was wearing a cow suit with a big afro, throwing grenades that exploded; a woman holding some sort of food that was oozing green gas and looked mouldy, chasing after random people; and a boy who was screaming something incomprehensible (to him anyway) about jugs and deems. Yet, the strangest thing was the fact that no one seemed to find this strange or even remotely abnormal – they all just seemed to accept it. It was like a city-wide Imperious Curse, and even though Toko wasn't that knowledgeable about Japan, he was sure that this wasn't normal.
But you know what they say: When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
He wouldn't say ignorance was his strongest point – he was far too nosey then he wanted to be (hey, it was expected of him being the former Boy-Who-Lived) but he had lots of experience with people ignoring him. At Little Whinging, he was avoided by every single person because of his 'reputation' (curtsy of the Dursleys), and even at Hogwarts he was the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy' (capital letters and all), so he was meant to be ignored and allowed to do his own thing.
When he had reached the Sasagawa Household, it was already mid-morning, and the school rush had passed. The house was relatively normal – if not big: three stories, with white walls and large windows, a large brown wooden front door that looked like a miniature castle door, and a green garden with a small pond. On a small plaque at the front were the symbols 笹川, and he recognised it as the same symbols that represented Sasagawa on his family tree.
Now he had doubts. What if they didn't accept him? He was kidnapped, suspected dead, and they must've moved on. Even if they hadn't, would they believe him? They were a wizarding family, meaning that they were no stranger to Glamour Charms and Polyjuice Potions. And then there was the language barrier. This was not something he had thought through…
"Ryohei!" Said a feminine voice from behind him, sounding more humoured than annoyed. "Why are you not in school? And what are you wearing?"
He turned around to see a young woman, about thirty five, standing with her hands on her hips. She had long brown hair and soft grey eyes, with soft features and a small smile. She wore a dark blue dress that looked expensive yet casual, with a red belt wrapped loosely around her waist.
When she saw him, she looked confused for a moment, before realisation dawned on her face and she let out a small gasp, taking a step backwards with tears pricking in her eyes.
"To... Toko? Is...Is that you?" She whispered, her voice shaking.
Toko felt sick at the hope in her voice. Another life Dumbledore had practically ruined.
"Toko? Is that you? Please, please let it be you! Please be my baby... Please..." She said, slowly breaking down.
"Miss…?" Toko ventured hesitantly. "I can't speak Japanese."
She looked at him for a moment before speaking. "En… English?" She asked hesitantly. Toko nodded, and she whimpered again, the tears slowing. She shook herself and cleared her throat. "Who are you?" She asked, a very small accent to the words.
"My name is Toko…" The woman whimpered again, tears fresh on her eyes again. Then he remembered what the baby Reborn said about how family name then given name. "No, it's Sasagawa Toko."
Here the woman whimpered again, but shook her head. "Before… Before I get too hopeful… Can we do a test to check?" She asked, her face in obvious pain. "We've had other people coming here claiming to be you – Toko – for the power my father passed down to me." He nodded, and she led him towards the house.
Toko thought for a moment. "Was he the pure-blood? I believe you're from a wealthy family."
She nodded, but had a look of confusion on her face. "Pure-blood? What is that?"
Here Toko gave her a confused look. "A pure-blood wizard." He said. When she still looked confused, he elaborated. "Wizards who can trace back their lineage to all-magical roots for many generations."
She nodded, an understanding look on her face. "Oh, you mean from those mundane practices from Europe?" She snorted. "Those don't happen here in Japan. A wizard is a wizard, while the non-magic folk are non-magic folk. Ability means everything here."
He nodded, and she opened the large door on the house. She pulled her shoes off (the 'when in Rome' philosophy shining through yet again), and dragged him with her to a study on the first floor, past various rooms that held both western and eastern themes.
The study was a room with two large bookcases spanning the two opposite walls, while the last wall held a small window. A large ornate wooden desk with leather chairs stood in front of it, and she went straight into the desk to pull out a piece of parchment. Placing it on the table, she waved her hand over it, causing Toko's eyes to shoot wide open.
"Wandless magic. I thought I was the only one." He breathed. With such ease too – he thought he was the only one. When he discussed it with both Ron and Hermione, they both said that his ability for wandless magic was unheard of.
The brunette – he deducted that she was Misaki, his mother – heard and gave him a knowing look. "Japanese wizards have mastered the art of magic without a focus. It's a fact that those with oriental blood can master wandless magic easier than wand magic." She smirked here. "Also, wandless magic don't interfere with the NM's electronics."
"NM?" He echoed as he she handed him a small knife.
"'Non-magic folk'." She cleared up. "Terms like muggles and muggleborn, half-blood and pure-blood are unused over here. It's either wizard or non-magic folk."
Toko nodded and pricked his finger. Misaki watched with such intensity that made him smile as the blood dropped to the paper. Another wave of her hand and the cut healed, and she eagerly watched the family tree form.
Like last time it started with his name (笹川 東子) before spanning off into the names of his family. But before he could even see the whole tree grow, two strong arms wrapped around him and he felt the woman – no, his mother – begin to cry, her tears dropping on his head.
"My baby…" She muttered through the tears. "My baby!"
She must've felt how stiff he was, because she pulled away, her eyes looking over every single inch of him. "Toko… Where were you?"
He froze, his heart pounding in his ears. She wanted to know. About the Dursleys, about Dumbledore, about all the lies he had ever lived. She sounded so worried too – like she actually cared – something he wasn't used to. The Dursleys were family, yet they abused him. She wouldn't… right?
They were never your family. A voice whispered, easing his panic slightly. That made sense, because who could treat family like that? The Dursleys thought they were family. Another whispered. That was true too. What if they turned out the same, hating him for no reason? But she looked so happy to see him…
He gave in. He told her everything. Everything from the abuse at the Dursleys, his Parseltongue ability (she was pleased by that – apparently it ran in the family), and everything about Dumbledore and what they suspected he did. By the end of it, she was seething.
"Father wanted me to go to Hogwarts." She said. "When I was growing up, up until I was about ten years old, I lived in England and he wanted me to go. By Mother made us move here, and she taught me the way she was taught: at home. I'm glad I did too – that old coot would have been my headmaster."
He nodded, feeling relived. The time had passed to about midday, and she looked at him fondly. "You look like your father, but your mouth and nose are mine."
That simple statement broke the dam. For his whole life he had wanted to look like both his parents, and while being 'Harry' he looked like Lily and James Potter, he didn't look like both. Only his old emerald-green eyes showed his other half of his parentage. But now, he looked like both his parents - his true parents. And that was enough.
Together, the pair, mother and son, cried in happiness.
"...statistics, the reception of the toy has been exceptional within the ages of 3-7 year olds. This means the projected profits will reach over 100,000,000¥* in the first month alone! That's enough to fund the advertisement campaign for all of our current products for over-"
A knocking interrupted the speech that Ryuu Sasagawa wasn't really paying attention to. Being the head of the Magical NM Development Department (where they used NM products for magical uses) meant that his appearance here was only a formality, and thus he didn't really need to pay attention. But an interruption normally created some sort of drama - something he loved to watch.
"Terribly sorry to interrupt, but we have a Sasagawa Misaki-sama on the line." Seiten Hanasei, Ryuu's personal secretary said. She was best friends with his wife from their school days, a witch herself, and he could easily spot the happy look on her face. Still, she was polite and professional as her position demanded.
"Take a message." One of the people from the NM side - a Ya-something or a Tsu-something - said.
"I am sorry, but it involves Sasagawa Ryuu-sama's son." She smiled sweetly, making the man flush and mutter his acceptance. Ryuu internally rolled his eyes. It was like she was part Veela or something the way everyone but him reacted to her.
"What has Ryohei done this time?" He sighed, causing many people to chuckle. The Sasagawa's were famous in Namimori for the fact that the eldest child, Ryohei, loved to be 'extreme', while the youngest child, Kyoto, was almost an idol among the children. Ryuu himself was a feared business man while his wife Misaki was famed for her beauty and her family's connections in society.
"No, not Ryohei." Hanasei said. "Toko."
Before anyone could even contemplate what was happening, Ryuu was up and running out the room with incredible speed.
"I thought Sasagawa-san only had one son, Seiten-san?" One asked. She shook her head.
"It is not my place to speak, Hoto-sama." She said, before exiting the room, shutting the door behind her.
Ryuu, on the other hand, had never moved so fast in his life. It had only took him twenty seconds to travel the usual three-minute walk to his department to talk to his wife. His sportsman side shone through as he was barely breathless when he picked up the receiver on the desk.
"Misa-chan?" He asked immediately. "Is it true?"
"Yes, Ryuu. It's him. Toko's finally made his way back home to us." He could hear the happiness in her voice, so he felt bad for what he was about to say, but there was no helping it. They needed to be sure. Another false hope would destroy his wife.
"Misaki... Did you check to make sure?"
"Yes. And he's ours..."
He sagged in relief, but tensed again once he heard the unsaid word. "But?"
"But..." She sniffed. "He wasn't in the nicest of places..."
Ryuu always knew that this was a possibility, but it was never nice to hear that it had happened. To hear that his son was living his life in a terrible home was a bitter pill to swallow. Now all he wanted to know was how bad it was... and if their son would be able to get through it. "How bad?"
"Physically, he's in rough shape. He was never hurt terribly, but he wasn't left alone either." She paused. "But it's the emotional damage I'm worried about. He was lied to his whole life, right down to even his name, and hurt by those who was supposed to be his family." Ryuu couldn't see how it could get any worse. "But that's not all. It's who he was told he was that's the most worrying part."
"Who was he then?" He asked, dreading the answer.
"Potter Harry."
Well fuck.
Looks like his old contacts will be needed.
"Toko..." Kyoko whispered, tears freely flowing down her face as she gripped his hand.
For probably the first time in his life, Ryohei spoke with a quiet voice. "What happened?" The words hung in the air, dark and threatening, the silent 'Who do I have to kill' hanging in the air. Kyoko, for once, agreed with him. Misaki repeated everything Toko had told her.
"...but the worst part was he was lied to." Misaki finished. "He was fed a highly illegal and toxic potion - a Invidia potion."
Kyoko gasped. Someone had fed her twin an envy potion?
"The healers don't know how it was made, as many ingredients were thought to be lost or gone, but they checked for more." Her she stumbled. "He... He had high doses of the Acedia and the Superbia potions, even traces of the Luxuria potion in his system."
A sloth, pride and lust potion? Kyoko shuddered to think what exactly was planned for her twin. To have four of seven of the most illegal and deadly potions known to wizards in his system... He wouldn't have made it to 18 years old.
"So... So how did he get rid of it?" Ryuu asked his wife. He had an idea of what it was, but he couldn't see how he got the ingredients.
"In his right arm, they found some deep scar tissue. They also found traces of Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears in his bloodstream."
"Curarent Dei..." Kyoko whispered. "It was an accident. If he never did what he did..."
"He never would have came home." Ryuu finished.
Silence met his words. Kyoko and Ryohei were both foaming at the mouth almost. How dare they hurt their little brother (little by two minutes)! Now that they had him back, they wouldn't let them go. Ryuu and Misaki weren't much better. Misaki was already planning on how to use her Father's name to power the cause, and Ryuu was running through all his contacts in his head, thinking about who owed him (mainly a fedora-wearing baby).
Dumbledore had kidnapped the wrong child to use as his pawn.
Reborn looked in on the small family. He knew they were magical - he wouldn't let anyone near his student without thorough background checks. But Toko... He was someone he didn't plan on. But it made his job easier. The Vongola specialized in destroying people's livelihoods. Dumbledore would never be able to match their might.
He frowned. Had he became... fond to the boy? And in such little time? No matter, the boy would fit in perfectly in the Family.
He pulled out his phone. He had a few calls to make. He did owe Ryuu, but sometimes he did things because he wanted to...
And that's a wrap!
Holy humping hippos, that was probably the longest chapter I've ever wrote! I mean, wow! I just wanted to get to the point where Toko could be integrated into the Katekyo Hitman Reborn Timeline as soon as possible (so hopefully next chapter or so), and thus getting all those meetings out the way.
*That's £655,201.18 or $1,024,800.16. Any other currency check with Google.
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OC Characters:
Sasagawa Misaki (笹川美咲):
Father was a wealthy British pure-blood wizard, mother a muggleborn Japanese witch.
Sasagawa Ryuu (笹川竜):
He has ties to the Mafia.
Seiten Hanasei (星天花生):
Quarter Veela from her grandmother on her father's side.
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Naming of Toko:
東子(Toko): 東 is from 東京 (Tokyo), like how 京 in 京子 (Kyoko) is from Kyoto (京都). Again, the 子 is the same because they're twins, so I thought it would be alright. I don't actually know it it's a boy's name or a girl's name. 東子 literally means east (東) child (子).
Snape's actions:
Snape doesn't like Dumbledore. In his eyes, he let Lily die. And because the kid he hated for being James Potter's son was actually kidnapped and forced into that life, he felt guilty. Also, deep down, he is somewhat loyal to Voldemort still. You can't just 'stop' being a Death Eater – maybe become less loyal, but to stop? Nah. He was reuniting a poor child with his family. Also, this would annoy Dumbledore – always a bonus in his book.
Toko's obsession with his appearance:
The way I see it, Toko was abused and unloved all his life, not knowing his parents. When he gets told about Lily and James, he committed their appearance to memory from the photographs he got given of them. And, like any love-starved child would do, he hunted out similarities between his own appearance and that of his 'parents', to make it so he belonged or something.