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Please do read!: I've been away from writing fanfics for so long but this has been floating around in my brain. I have one problem. See the thing is, I'm having trouble working on the ending, I don't want it to turn into one of those monster stories because I doubt I'll be well enough to finish it before my next chronic pain flare up. So please give me honest feedback! If it's unworkably bad I'll scrap it, and save us both time yeah?

Edit 1: My thanks to those that pointed out discrepancies and an offensive term. My sincere apologies to anyone I have offended and accidentally insulted!

Lacking a beta! *hangs up "Help Wanted" sign*

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Prologue:

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Nakamura Aki

N/A. Not applicable. No answer. A very fitting name. Harry thought wearily as he walked down the streets of his new home. The Japanese Ministry had been more than kind to him. Between the goblins at Gringotts and the polite magical bureaucrats in this beautiful country Harry was exonerated at last.

Away from Azkaban…But not free. Not really. Not yet.

The shadows of his past clung to him, his haunted visage clear for anyone to see. Harry had come through his formative years with plenty of scars, not just his famous one, but the ones on his soul. He wasn't the boy he used to be. Not really. Instead his face was hardened into an inscrutable mask framed by his untamed hair. His once vivid green eyes were darkened by memories, and his 5'4 frame was always taught with awareness of his surroundings.

Everything in his life had been one hell after another. Harry prayed as he walked, please let this be different. Harry was starting over at the young age of 15 in a little town called Nanimori.

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Chapter 1:

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Harry watched the class silently through shadowed eyes, the teachers seemed to believe he couldn't speak or maybe they just believed the rumors? Stupid. Foreign. Retard. Harry shrugged mentally to himself. He'd been called worse things. Traitor. Freak. Murderer. The kids seemed to forget he existed after a while when teasing did not get any reaction other than creepy eyes landing on theirs until they looked away. Harry didn't spare a word for them. Talking was…difficult after so long, then there was the language barrier issue. While he may not speak, he did listen. The constant chatter of the students made him panic at first, it felt he was being pressed in on all sides by the noise. In time Harry came to appreciate the din, it kept him from dwelling on his thoughts, on his memories, on his nightmares. He became so fond of the noise he dreaded going back to his flat after school.

The months Harry had been in Nanimori hadn't been spent idly. Harry had taken placement tests in English to establish what grade he would be in at the start of the semester. He had seen a Ministry psychiatrist every week, and he was working with his sensei on getting his body back to functioning. He also had intense speech and writing lessons to reinforce the language spells placed on him. Thank you Japanese Ministry. It was only by the graces of these things and traces of distant anger that kept Harry from becoming a sobbing wreck in the corner…often.

One thing he noticed about his new home was Sawada Tsunayoshi, the boy was the joke of the school, even the teachers often had it out of the kid. Harry had been placed in the same class as him despite Harry being a year or two older. Harry saw small pieces of himself in the boy, but somehow brighter, sweeter, warmer. Unfortunately Harry's body wasn't strong enough yet to defend him from the kids who called the sweet kid names, however much he was tempted.

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Tsuna tripped on his way out of the gate, everyone else was already gone, hopefully no-one saw. Then a hand entered his vision, slender and artistic but clearly male. Tsuna stared up at his forbidding classmate, Nakamura Aki, but all the boy did was hold out his hand in a clear gesture. I'll help you up.

Tsuna took the hand closing his eyes in fear of being tricked. When he opened them he was on his feet and Nakamura-san was picking Tsuna's bag off the ground for him. Nakamura-san handed him the bag. Tsuna blinked but the dark eyes focused on him really did seem lighter, softer. Green? They were green up-close.

"Thank you." Tsuna said wide-eyed

Nakamura-san just patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave. It was the nicest thing one of his peers had ever done for Tsuna, and he wouldn't forget it.

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School was out and Harry wandered home, he always walked a different way to stall being in the empty four walls. Then he heard it. Someone was crying, not just crying but sobbing freely. Harry looked around until he saw a sneaker poking out from behind a tree. Sawada. He should have known.

Harry knelt in front of the boy and handed him a handkerchief mutely. Sawada looked up at him blearily through tears confused. That more than anything pulled at Harry, he parked his ass right across from the brown eyed boy. Confusion turned to astonishment as Harry spoke.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked bluntly

"You can talk!" Tsuna exclaimed. Then he blushed bright red at his misstep "I'm sorry that was terribly rude I-" Tsuna took a deep breath

Harry almost felt like smiling, his lips twitched slightly "Sawada-san, you're one of a kind." Sawada stared at him. Harry raised an eyebrow in question.

"You didn't call me dame-Tsuna."

Harry scoffed.

"But-"

Harry's eyes hardened again "If you're thinking that you deserve that name I'll kick your ass from here to Tokyo." For a boy who always wore a girly bracelet, it was shocking how fierce he looked in that instant.

"N-nakamura-san?" Sawada asked becoming afraid

Harry reached out and ruffled the boy's hair. "Calm down kid. And it's Aki."

"A-aki-san?" Tsuna asked, wide eyed hair more a mess than usual

"Yes?" Harry asked eyebrows knit slightly

"Why're you being so nice to me?" The question was asked so quietly Harry didn't think he heard it at first.

"You deserve kindness." Harry said simply.

It was the beginning of a strange friendship, Tsuna's first friendship. Harry refused to speak in class or around anyone else, the other students ignored them anyway. Instead Harry and Tsuna spent their lunch period on the roof sharing company that they both valued. It was always clumsy, but Tsuna learned early on to never ask about Harry's past, and Harry learned not to talk about how poorly the students treated Tsuna. It was odd, but it worked.

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When Tsuna mentioned Harry to his mother, to say Nana was happy was an understatement. The sparkles and flowers appeared behind her as she told her son to invite the boy to dinner. So, freaked out by the flowers, and following his mother's advice Tsuna posed the question when he met Harry for lunch.

"Um Aki-san?"

"Just Aki, kid." Harry corrected absently.

"Doyouwanttocometomyhouse?"

Harry blinked at him "What?"

Tsuna blushed and looked uncomfortable "I mean you don't have to but would you like to come to dinner? My mom's a great cook!"

Harry's expressions slipped, his lips bent into one of those rare small smiles. "I would love that." He ruffled Tsuna's hair. Tsuna watched Harry's face intently and saw the changes in the boy, the slight smile, but more telling were the eyes, they weren't nearly as distant and they were green. Still dark but a more intense green than Tsuna had seen in Harry's eyes before.

"Thank you!" Tsuna grinned bouncing a little

That evening Tsuna felt lighter walking home with someone for a change. The conversation was partially one sided, as Nakamura Aki was a rather quiet creature. He would nod, smile, and bump his shoulder with Tsuna from time to time though. Sometimes he even spoke. As they came inside they both called out their greetings.

"Ah Nakamura-kun! I'm so happy you befriended my pathetic son." She bowed to him

"He's not pathetic." Harry growled surprising Nana, she hadn't really meant anything by it.

"No he's not." She agreed peacefully

Harry nodded his shoulders settling. He smiled slightly at the woman feeling awkward "Sorry Ma'am." He apologized but defiantly added "But such words leave scars."

Nana blinked, Tsuna punched Harry in the arm, and Harry dragged Tsuna into a headlock messing up his fluffy hair.

"Hiee!" Tsuna squealed trying to get free "Aki-san!"

"Just Aki, kid." Harry corrected for the nth time, he had that hesitant smile on his lips.

It was the hesitance in that smile that made Nana relax again, it was the first of many visits and each one she saw both boys opening up more, smiling more. She was very glad that her son made a friend... even if the friend was an awkward foreigner.