Revenge or Pranks?

by Fireblaze-kun

Our past is something that most of us loves, cherishes, and sometimes loathed. So much emotions can be traced back to one's own past that can explain his or her behaviour. This rule also applied to a certain Storm Guardian of Vongola Famiglia. Although, his case might be a little bit complicated than others. Gokudera-is-Harry. REWRITE

KHR CHAP 1

A/N- Welcome back to my old readers, and welcome to the new ones! So, just a reminder, this story was being rewritten. Many apologies for the inconvenience.

Disclaimer: I'll only do this once; I'm not in any way made any profits from this fanfiction other than improving my own skills. Characters that you recognize might belongs to J.K. Rowling and Akira Amano, and maybe more.

Warnings: Violence, cursings, mentions of abuse, canon until it was not, some bashings might occurs, hints of relationship- be it friendship or not, and a anti Hinny fic (not sorry).

I hope that will cover most of the warnings.

KHR/HP

The quiet and silent morning was broken down when an alarm clock which resided on a night stand beeped loudly, blaring a bright red light, forming the numbers and alphabets that showed 6.30 am in the morning.

The air on that day was a little bit cold and humid, the result of yesterday's downpour. Little rays of sunshine peeked out behind the unmistakable sliver or the dark but fluffy clouds, with noisy chirps from the little birds outside. It was a really nice and cold morning.

The weather was so comfortable that many living things had chose to sleep more, enjoying the morning in the coziness of their own home. This also applied on a certain silver haired boy.

Beep

Beep

Beep

The boy groaned loudly and smacked his right hand on the desk, smashing the alarm clock repeatedly, trying to kill the annoying sound from the existence.

"Mroww..."

Out of the blue, a big white cat jumped on the boy's bed and started to scratch the boy's feet, all the while it yowled nonstop.

The boy stiffened, groaned and tried to push those tickling paws away from his limbs.

"Mroww!"

The cat jumped and hissed loudly, trying to stay out of the boy's suddenly wild legs, and the results was not worth enough to be jotted down on any daily journal as he slipped down from his bed onto the cold wooden floor, bringing the huge cat in his grasp.

"Mroww!"

The cat trashed around trying to escape from the sudden hold, by scratching on any available surface its paws on, which unfortunately was the boy who was in the cat's view field.

"Oh my God, Uri stop! You are going to scratch my face!" The silver haired boy screeched and tried to pull the cat off of his face.

"Mroww!"

The cat stopped scratching, and hissed albeit a bit slower than before. Its unusual red eyes sharpen for a second before it ran, probably deciding to hunt for mouse to satisfy its own hunger. Proud and tall tail was paraded and moved from left to right, all the way from the boy's room to the outside.

The boy let out a relieved breath as the cat went outside. He gazed longingly at his shredded duvet cover, courtesy of the nasty white cat's previous administration. He sighed in annoyance as he took in the state of his bedroom. The trashed bed can only be treated this evening, as he don't have much time. The boy flipped out his cellphone and read through several messages he received;

3.54 am 15/8/17

It was on the eastern side of the country. You should hire someone to take a look at the monument later next week. The police are getting restless.

6.15 am 15/8/17

Yo, Gokudera! Where are you? Do you want to go to the school together? I'm on my way to Tsuna's house btw.

6.20 am 15/8/17

Gokudera, Yamamoto and I will walk to the school together, you don't have to wait for me. I know you're still tired from yesterday. Please go get some rest.

6.27 am 15/8/17

You have a missed call from 98...

The boy, which named Hayato Gokudera switched off his cellphone and brought both of his hands to rub his face, clearing them from the sleepiness as best as he can.

He played with the hem of his t-shirt, wondering if he should sleep in or not. He was tired, he admitted it. Yesterday's scenarios were too overwhelming and full of chaos, but he can't be excused from his priorities because of a simple sore on his body. That cannot be allowed for various reasons. There's a reason as to why weak hearted people were killed off easily in a fight.

Gokudera shook his own head and stripped quickly down to the legs. He still has about an hour before the school starts. That doesn't mean he could take long showers. They're always early. He, Yamamoto and Tsuna. It is just that each morning was filled with outrageous events that made them late, and he doesn't think today will be any different.

Showers were just... perfect. It doesn't take too long to clean up, and you don't have to worry about the bills too much. Gokudera swiftly changed into the pair of uniforms that was hanged neatly beside the ironing board. He always does the ironing at night to avoid being late in the morning. Feeling nice and unusually not in the mood to style himself up, Gokudera skipped the beautiful belt that he had always wore and switched it with a plain ones. It was dull, boring and plain, but if you asked him why, he will tell that it was comfortable.

He took a glance to his watch, and panicked a little bit when it showed 7.00.

'Oh God, I can't be late.' The silverette frowned and grabbed his bag from the chair. As he passed in front of his kitchen, Gokudera took a packet of biscuits from the counter and slipped it inside his pocket. No time for breakfast indeed. The male keyed the door and walked forward, onto the streets that were slowly filled with people carrying their bags and other daily items. The day has begun.

Hayato Gokudera is not your average student. He sleeps, eats and talks like any other normal human beings, except the fact that he had killed at the tender age of 7. It was more to the fact that made him different from his classmates was his identity as one of the underground's dealer with the nickname of Smokin' Bomb Hayato. He had created the name by using the dark path to survive in the cruel world that sometimes he loathed, sometimes he loved. It was disorienting on how people in this town mostly treat him as your usual old average punk and not a killer.

Gokudera has a sister, a beautiful and scary older sister called Bianchi. She was about 23 years old and had become one of the most skilled hitman from the underworld. She fought using her poison abilities, and nearly killed her brother at one point. Both of them are not that close, considering they have different mothers. Though, that didn't mean they can't communicate with each other at all. Bianchi was a lady of elegance, but also dangerous in her own way, living up to her nickname in the underworld as the Poison Scorpion. A true rose, beautiful but dangerous.

Gokudera's life was not always filled with chaotic events. He had times when he valued some of his memories so much that it was basically plastered inside his head, bringing him warmth when life gets too hard. One of the memories was about his mother. The sweet, kind and beautiful mother that he loves and adores. Her laughs that resembled the soft chimes of bells, her pretty face when he made her proud, her kind and supportive words when he failed on something. He loved it. He adored it. Alas, God loved her more. On one of the cold nights in November, Gokudera lost his mother in an accident involving cars. Her car, which had crashed into the roadside and thrown from the cliff. It was like a nightmare for the little Hayato as he learned his mother's death. To the little boy, Lavina was like an angel, always smiling in front of him and always speak assurance to him. Never he had heard or see something foul within his mother. Lavina will always be the only woman that he loves, adores and cherishes. He'll never give the same kind of love to others. Lavina was a queen in his heart, the one and only.

When he grew up, Gokudera had been blinded with rage when news about his father's involvement in his mother's death reached his ears. He turned bitter, believing this world as cruel and unforgiving. By then, he had started to train hard under the care of the infamous Trident Shamal, or as he assumed him, his adoptive father, whether the man wanted it or not. Gokudera was not really fond of the man at first, with him being the womanizer he is, and claiming his work as a doctor that can only work with females.

'As if!' Was the first thought that crossed the boy's mind when he heard those claims. Either way, he trained hard and harder. Each day was agonizing as it was. Waking up early in the morning at 2 am as the earliest in his record to practice on how to jump, avoid and attack his enemies. It was tiring, but worth all the time in the end. He had even made the name, Smokin' Bomb Hayato under Shamal's care.

Years later, Gokudera found himself facing his latest job, or rather person, named Tsunayoshi Sawada. At first glance he only saw a whiny brat that can't even walk straight that he was convinced he would win over in no time. Reborn's cover story to the other male about who was he was so obvious he can only gagged in disgust in his own head. Why would he, someone who wanted to find a famiglia needed to kill one of the famiglia's only heir? No, it was the opposite. He wanted a famiglia, he craved one, but he'll never allied himself to a brat, never in a million years or so he thought. The fight had turned his life table, and now Gokudera was serving unofficially under the Vongola Famiglia's Decimo as his Storm Guardian. Gokudera was afraid that he had a bunch of strings that the Fate decided to play with when he had to go through numerous missions, or rather adventures in the name of the Tenth Generation Vongola Famiglia's Storm Guardian.

The events with Byakuran and Kawahira were the ones that he dreaded the most. It was thankfully lucky for them because after all the ruckus that he had created in the first place, Byakuran had offer alliance to them and did the most... mature thing he could. He had stuck a tounge out and grinned before disappearing in a flash. That was the last time he saw the psychotic man. Not that he missed him. It was quite the opposite, although most of his friends would like a talk or two before the man went missing.

Moved forward to the recent events, Gokudera had reached the familiar streets to the Namimori Middle School. It was never that hard, and the atmosphere today was unusually quiet that he reached the gate of the school just a minute before 7.30 am. To put it in a simple way, he was lucky.

Hibari Kyoya was in a foul mood. He had won a fight a few hours ago, fighting some bandits in an alley. Alas, that doesn't satisfy his bloodlust mind. He just felt... unsatisfied. He needed an outlet for his overflowing energy or he will start to lash it out on students.

A sudden screech in front of the gate made his curiosity pique in interest. Most students had already settled comfortably in their classes, as it was already 7.29 am. Being the head of the disciplinary committee he was, Hibari hopped from the roof he was on and walked to the gate silently, tonfas held lightly in both of his hands.

He was not sure what he had expected. The calm silverette in front of him made him paused. The male usually didn't come alone without his... companions. He refused to call Tsuna a friend, and he totally didn't like Yamamoto despite their obvious alliance.

"You know that there are rules, right Gokudera Hayato, class 3A?" His deep voice came out rather harsher than what he had intended, but he couldn't care less.

Gokudera glared at the heir of Hibari family, face already tensed in anger. "What? Of course I still remember the rules that I will break, one by one." He smirked.

Hibari grinned seeing the fired up spirit inside the silver head. "Meet me in the park at 5 and I'll let you pass."

Gokudera only smiled in return. Somehow, along the hardship of the Vongola's adventures, they had formed a mutual friendship which more like a relationship for sparring. Every week they will meet to spar no matter what happened. It was a good idea at the moment as they can improve each other techniques without holding back, a perfect solution, with them both being ruthless with their own techniques.

"Getting restless are we, Hibari? I don't have the time for so long though, an hour. That's it." Replied Gokudera with a calm voice. The nod from the quiet prefect was all he needed as he walked passed him to the class.

KHR/HP

Dohachiro Nezu was quite impressed with his students newest examination results. He had low-key expected at least five from forty students in his class would fail the science paper. Obviously his expectations was for naught. Even the dead last Sawada child had reached above average, leaving most of his peers in dust. Well, he can't show his satisfaction to the boy, yet. Who knows if it will gotten into his head, thus making the boy continue his way down the slope. No, he won't risk it. And, that's why he was scowling in front of the 3A class while clutching the papers in his hands firmly. His old silver watch had striked both of its arms, showing the time as 7.45 o'clock in the morning.

Feeling braver than most day, he entered the class calmly, each steps was shown to be perfect with its clack presented uniformly. Nezu stood silently behind the teacher's desk, and glanced at the class which had become silent until-

"Good morning, sensei!" The salutation was repeated by the whole class with various tones. The atmosphere of the class then exploded with furious whispers from the students as they remembered that Nezu had promised their examination papers for today.

"Ehem!" And that got their attention almost immediately, making Nezu wondered for a second about the power of an authority to the lower subjects. "As you know," he continued, pushing up his glasses in the process, "we had just ended our half semester examination. This marks will be your checkpoint of your current position. I expect that those who suddenly fall in their studies to not give up your hard work. Ignore everything, and rise on your own. For those who received marks higher then before- I give you my congratulations." At this he paused and scanned the faces of his students.

The annoying trio, as he dubbed the trio that consisted of Yamamoto Takeshi- surprisingly, Tsunayoshi Sawada- who had always failed in his class, and Gokudera Hayato- who had brains but behave like he had none; was throwing varieties of emotions, hopeful, fear, anxious and many other things, baring the annoying teen, Gokudera. He had half wished that the teen had decided this school was lower than what he had expected and moved back to Italy. Evidently his wish had not meet the requirements as he was still facing the silverette for about more than a year already.

Without further ado, he hummed lightly and pulled one of the papers that was stacked on the desk, which bore huge numbers in red. He held back the urge to roll his eyes as he saw the name. Some things will never change, it seems. "Hayato Gokudera, full mark." He watched with a baited breath as the supposed 'Italian' came forward with the usual bored look. He waited for the usual threats and curses that will thrown in his way. To his surprise, it didn't came except for the low 'Thank you' muttered under the younger's breath as he took the paper into his own grip. Nezu observed the male in front of him with a critical eye. The boy's face was pale, unnaturally so as he was always lightly tanned, and his eyes had turned into a darker shade, nearly into an emerald shade. Overall, he looked sick.

Nezu ignored the changes of one of his students for the moment as he took another paper. Better be done with all the crap, or he'll be ambushed with uninvited questions.

"Hana, 98"

"Aoko, 97"

And the atmosphere lasted until Nezu reached the fourteenth paper. "Tsunayoshi, 85" He called out, waiting for the outbursts.

"Impossible!"

"He cheated!"

"No good Tsuna can't possibly get that!"

Every exclamation was like a fly, flying and buzzing around with its sticky and furry legs in Nezu's mind. With that he smacked onto his desk, rather hard. He inwardly winced, hoped that his hand will be fine after this. "Quiet please. Tsunayoshi, if you will, please come forward." He called lightly, as he saw the teen had stood with a gobsmacked face, obviously doesn't believe that he got a high marks.

Tsunayoshi took the paper and thanked Nezu profusely and ran to his seat. Hayato had smiled as Tsuna reached his desk and swiftly, he congratulate his friend on the good result.

KHR/HP

Tsuna watched his friends silently as they were walking together to went back to their respective homes. Yamamoto was talking rather cheerfully about his upcoming competition in baseball. The Rain Guardian apparently had signed up on several competition that his coach had suggested before, and now he'll execute the notion. It was quite heartwarming really, although he had faced several deaths and other violence thrown in his radius, he still can speak and act as usual, keeping the dark things to the side to not let it bother his own life.

Tsuna also noticed that Gokudera was not quite as loud as usual. He looked pale, and was... well, quiet. After the school was over, the boy had sat in his seat for a moment, looking lost for a second, until he realized the bell had rang minutes ago. Gokudera also had flinched when someone touched him. Tsuna at first expected that Gokudera was just a very clean person and doesn't like other people to come in contact with him. Obviously that was not the case, as he previously, had easily let the still baby Reborn to sit on his shoulder without any problem. It's clear that something was happening. Whether Gokudera realized or not, Tsuna had observed that the time when Gokudera was not in his character or acted rather strange, he'll get this confused look on his face for a split of second before it returned into his usual frown or scowl.

Frankly, Tsuna was worried. And that's why he had decided for them to have a sleepover in his house for that particular day. Gokudera had agreed readily, with him living alone, it was a better choice than he could had hoped. Meanwhile, it took Yamamoto a call to his father to confirm his choice, which his father had agreed with a reminder for him to behave. It was quite simple, and Tsuna liked it.

With that, the Annoying Trio as dubbed by Dohachiro Nezu entered the Sawada's residence with happy smiles and lazy chatters about the school days, blissfully unaware of future events.

KHR/HP

"Any news on the boy?" A disgustingly silky voice hissed at the man who had knelt in front of it and bowed his head low enough.

"Yes, my Lord. Apparently Harry Potter has been kidnapped from his living place a week after he lived there. Traces of magic shown that someone had used a kind of old magic around his house." Answered the man, who bore the name of Severus Snape.

Voldemort, which the voice belonged to raised an eyebrow in surprise. "And how they react, Severus?" He hissed eagerly. This was a good news. He might find the boy first if he was not in the blood ward.

"Quite bad, my Lord. They were making several moves to search the boy across the island. They had spread quite thin and wide to find the boy." Severus answered smoothly, never wavered under the dark Lord's gaze.

Voldemort smiled coldly. If this continue, the order might had created their own downfall. "Good, Severus. Now, go. I expect more information from you." He waved off his most trusted death eater, head already thinking several motions he could take at the moment. He laughed lightly. Looks like Dumbledore's age is going to stop soon, he'll make sure of it.