Chapter 1
A/N: Hello everyone, I'd like to say that even though this is my second time writing a KHRXHarry Potter crossover, I hope it's well like by you, the viewers and that you all leave a friendly little review. I think that's all for now and also before I forget Vongola is also a type of clam apparently…who knew?
Summary: The Dark Lord returns and before he could even get to Harry, Dumbledore sends the boy away with a guard to Japan thinking Voldemort would never look for him there. Harry, along with his guard, meets the mafia's greatest hitman.
Warning: Yaoi probably, pairings are mostly undecided but I don't know who to pair Harry with. Tsuna's taken, Yamamoto and Gokudera's taken, Hibari's a no, who knows maybe a HarryxMukuro Rokudo.
Disclaimer: Amano Akira-sama owns Katekyo hitman Reborn!
He had expected this
He had been expecting this for a while but it still had filled him with dread when it happened.
The moment Harry had come back with Cedric's body and started to go into a panic about seeing Voldemort he knew his plan for just such an occasion had to be put into fruition. He had taken Harry from the field to go rescue Moody from Barty Crouch Jr. He was still baffled on how his most trusted and most paranoid friend managed to get himself captured in a trunk.
Once the Auror's had come for Barty and Moody restored to his original size and his eye given back, Dumbledore took Harry to his office and sat the distraught boy in a chair, "Harry, my boy, let me start by saying that I am sorry,"
The boy, still shaking from his encounter with Voldemort turned unfocused eyes to meet him, "How is this your fault, Headmaster?"
"With the events that have taken place this year, I had suspected that Voldemort would make his return soon. Please tell me what was used in the ritual to bring him back?" Harry looked as though just the reminder of the event scared the living daylights out of him but he had to in order to help Dumbledore.
"I-it was P-Pettigrew…he had used a bone from V-Voldemort's father's grave. He cut off his own hand and used my blood before he dumped V-Voldemort's body in the caldron." He recalled the event that had only occurred just a few hours ago
Dumbledore contemplated this, "A very dark ritual indeed. Harry, my boy, I would like to discuss something with you." Dumbledore sat behind his desk in front of Harry, who seemed less fanatical than he was before, "I'm going to send you away…" He trailed off letting that sink for a moment
"What?" Harry looked at him with wide and surprised eyes, "Sending me away…to where? And-and why?"
"Harry I cannot have you around while Voldemort grows in power. Now that he has returned he will retrieve his fallen followers and start recruitment into his ranks once more. It would be impossible for you to stay with your relatives anymore, just like it is impossible for you to stay in Europe." Dumbledore explained
Harry slammed his hands on the desk as he stood, "You're sending me out of the country!?"
"Yes, Voldemort is smart, he will only keep his target to Europe that way making his enemies small. If you're out of it would be very bold to pursue you since he would be causing an international crisis."
"But wouldn't I just be deported back to Britain because I'm not a citizen?"
Dumbledore had a smile and a twinkle in his eye, "That's where the unlimited ability called Magic comes in." He opened a drawer in his desk and brought out a few papers, "Passports, I.D., and I've asked Author to conjure up a few documents to prove your authentication at your new country of origin."
"But Headmaster, you never told me where I was going in the first place." He asked
"How does Japan sound?"
Harry was packing his things since today he was supposed to go to a muggle airport to take a plane to Japan. He was wanted to say goodbye to his friends first but Dumbledore had decided that the less people who knew about his leaving, the better. He didn't know how to feel about this since Dumbledore was saying that it would be some sort of burden on Dumbledore to try and keep him safe and fight Voldemort at the same time.
He was just allowed to stay for Dumbledore talking about the true reason Cedric passed and then the Headmaster had sent him to his rooms to pack his things. That night would always be imprinted into his memory, watching Pettigrew kill him with the killing curse and watching Cedric's ghost appear to help him.
His parents were what surprised him the most out of all, he could remember his feelings of happiness that he was finally able to see though he wished that it was under better circumstances the feeling of joy he got from talking to them was unsurpassed. He had wished that had been able to talk to them more but he was sure if he stayed he'd be able to spend all the time in the world with them.
He somehow felt that it was his fault that Voldemort was back. It was his blood used in the ritual anyways, but then he thought that maybe the only reason his blood was used was only because that allowed Voldemort to touch him without getting burned to death. He really wanted to stay in the wizarding world, that he would be able to train to defeat the monster but Dumbledore was sending him away to Japan.
He wasn't going alone though because Dumbledore had told him he was getting Harry a guard, he used the words familiar friend but Harry felt 'Guard' was the right word to use. He didn't know who it was; just that he would know the friend when he saw him at the airport. He heard a knock at his door and told whoever was on the other side to come inside, "How is your packing fairing you?"
It was Dumbledore, "Just fine, I still don't see why I have to leave though, Professor, If I was just trained properly I could defeat Voldemort." Harry protested
"Harry, your relatives were killed yesterday," That silenced him, "Voldemort's after you now that he has returned." Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry…but the risk of you even staying in Europe is too great."
Harry couldn't say that he was sad to hear that his last remaining family was dead. They weren't the nicest to him and, if he was being honest, he was actually glad that he wouldn't have to go back to them anymore, he was just sorry that they had to die because of him. He wonder how Voldemort had already found where he stayed, the man was just reincarnated just a few days ago!
"But what about term? What about my position as seeker? What about Ron and Hermione?" Harry persisted but his pleas fell on deaf ears
"I'm sorry Harry, but the decision is final. Now let's go, your friend is starting to get impatient and your plane will be leaving soon." Dumbledore ushered him out of the room and to his office where Harry was supposed to take the Floo up to a muggle toilet, which had him gagging in disgust until Dumbledore told him this was a wizards only bathroom. "I've already relayed where you will be staying to your escort, he'll lead you to your house. I warn you, Mr. Potter, this is his first time setting foot in the muggle world. Please try to teach him the do's and the don'ts of being a muggle, please."
"It would be better if you told me who it was, Headmaster." Harry said just as he would be leaving Hogwarts, the only home he's ever had, for who knows how long.
Dumbledore gave a taunting smile that served to annoy Harry a little, "That would spoil the surprise wouldn't it?" Harry stepped inside the floo just as Dumbledore threw the powder inside and said the name of the muggle airport.
Harry felt the familiar pulling he usually did when he traveled by floo. It was nauseating since Dumbledore obviously didn't know that some muggles accidently use this restroom. He fell on the tiled floor as he came up from the toilet. He saw that he wasn't wet at all and he smelled clean that means none of the stink got on him.
'Portkey's are better than this,'
He stepped out of the toilet stall and looked around to see that the men who were in the bathroom were not at all surprised to see a kid show up who hadn't been there before. Dumbledore must've been right or either muggles were seriously not the best observers
He walked out the restroom (his things had been shrunk down and were now in his pocket) and looked around for anyone that he might know. He hadn't known why Dumbledore hadn't told him who was staying with him other than it would be some big surprise. He walked around the airport seeing the way muggle fashion had evolved in the years he had been away, there were people with their hair spiked up and dyed purple or green. The pants were awfully tight on everyone and wondered what his new school uniform would entail since Dumbledore had also told him he'd be going to school there.
When he saw a flash of bright hair he grew stunned, he only knew one person with that blonde a hair that it was platinum in color. That person was moving quickly and Harry followed. He pushed through the crowds, hearing shouts at him to watch out, and made every twist and turns the blonde head made. If that was the person he thought it was he'd be sincerely happy to Dumbledore for trying to surprise him.
When he was close enough he touched the person on the shoulder but was disappointed when the person turned around to show a forty year-old man. "Who the heck are you?" He asked with a frown
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry sighed, it wasn't the person he had been expecting or hoping to see, "I thought you were someone else." He walked to one of the seats as a call sounded through the airport saying that the plan to Japan was leaving in five minutes. Harry stood and was about to follow the terminal to board the plane but stopped when he felt a hand at his shoulder.
"I've been looking for you everywhere," He turned around, slowly, to see the bored look he had come to love and enjoy seeing every day on his friend. He grabbed the boy in a hug momentarily surprising him
"Draco!" Yes, Draco Malfoy was Harry's best friend besides Ron and Hermione of course. They had become friends third year when Draco was told what would be expected of him by his father. The boy had come to him when he was practicing Quidditch on the field. Needless to say that when Harry saw his enemy on the field he had almost cursed the boy. He was stopped when Draco had just told him that he wished to talk.
Draco was awkward at first, talking to your enemy was never an easy thing to do, but he had told Harry that he wished to apologize for the things that he did. Calling Hermione a 'Mudblood,', getting Hagrid's dragon sent away, and for all the numerous times he had gained them detention. Harry had brought up his animosity to Ron and Draco had simply replied that he wasn't there to make friends with Weasley just Harry.
That had surprised Harry of course, the Malfoy heir had told him that his father had planned on giving Draco to the dark lord as his servant. Eventually Draco would be asked to make a soul bond with Voldemort binding him to the man for eternity as his slave and giving him the Malfoy assets when Draco got his inheritance. The blond had immeadiatly burned the letter and looked for Harry in order to get out from under Lucius's thumb.
Harry had accepted and over the course of third and fourth year they had become fast friends, Draco would teach Harry about the wizarding world since the boy was still a pureblood and would need to know these things, he would also teach Harry combat since he had been taught at a young age. Harry would, in turn, provide Draco with whatever knowledge he had on the muggle world, he's only there for a few months and he was usually stashed in his room. Draco knew about cars, technology, and about a muggle's personality, well a rich muggle's personality. Draco was still Draco, which meant that he would still act like he was overflowing with wealth (Which he is) and that he should be the center of attention (It happens most of the time). Though they had to keep their friendship a secret while Draco was still staying with his father, it seemed that now the boy was making his desertion from the line public
"I swear I almost ended up trying to use a locator charm on you, this place is over flowing with dir-," He stopped at Harry's look, "Good respecting people," He finished seeing Harry's smile at his small metamorphosis
"Better, now let's go, are plane's leaving in a few mintues." He wondered since Draco was also in on this would he be able to fly First class.
Probably not, since Draco probably didn't even know what first class was.
He was proved wrong when the stewardess directed them towards the first class section of the plane. "I wonder what those seats were for back there? I mean shouldn't the plane have all the seats like this." Harry stood corrected, it seemed that the blond knew of first class but not of coach.
"This is going to be a great ride," Despite saying this, Harry still felt his heartstrings pull at him as the plane took off for Japan, making him leave his country behind for what Dumbledore would say, his next greatest adventure.