Notation: I have, after the first eight Reviews, hounded this Chapter through a Spelling Check and i hope you all have new more fun to read this.

Chapter One: Of Groy departures and dirty Heirs

Disclaimer: I do not own neither Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, nor Harry Potter, if i did then Xanxas and the Varia in general, would have much more screentime, It would be Ron that died in Deadly Hollows and not Fred, Remus and Tonks, If it were up to me, Dumbledore would have choked and died on a Lemon drop.

One Harry James Potter, should probably not think that his Day couldn't get any worse, as his "Potter luck" would, probability prove him wrong in a hurry, but he really hoped that it would take a rest... just for once.

After the Final Task of the thrice damned Tournament and Voldemort's resurrection ritual, followed by said Dark Wizard's ultimate and permanent, if somewhat gruesome, demise, not half an hour after his resurrection, because of some weird, purple and red Flames that came from Harry's Hands, that had appeared as he was just a breath away from beginning killed through an all to familiar Poison green curse.

He did not know what this Flames were, he just followed his new awakened instinct with them and fired them at Voldemort, through his Wand, effectively shredding said Wand unusable, and hoped, no Willed that the other Wizard would Die and finally stay death.
He thought of his Parents, and all the others who died thanks to this Mad man, he prayed to all of them, to give him the Strength to end the Monster and then, somehow just as Harry thought it was hopeless, the Skin of the Dark Lord began to crack like glass, Harry's Scar burst open, bleeding the same black Sludge as the Diary in his second Year and at the same Time, several, skin crawling shrieks could be heard far and wide as Voldemort's new Body exploded like a Bomb, littering the Cemetery with Blood and other... gory... details.

And now two hours later, he had, he had made his way, out of the Cemetery and to a street, somehow, managed to summon the Knight bus with his outstretched thumb and let Stan and Ernie take him to the Leaky Cauldron.

After this he somehow ended up at Gringotts, why was he at Gringotts you may ask well, his new awakened instincts had somehow lead him here, the reason?, since this strange Flames appeared, his Head had become clearer than ever, he could think things through faster than before and after thinking over his Hogwarts years it was just all too clear that Dumbledore had some sort of Plan for him, a Plan, his instincts all but screamed would end badly, for him, Harry, that is.

he shook his Head and stepped into the Bank, a few of the Goblin Tellers looked at him and sneered in disdain, probably at his, probably at his less than stellar appearance, as he still had his Tournament clothes on, and looked probably, like some street urchin who crawled out of a badly filmed B-horror Movie. The bank was empty except for one lone vampire by a teller in a corner who wrinkled his nose at the smell of rotting guts on his clothes and cleared his throat and stood before one of the tellers, said Teller's eyebrow went up, sneer still firmly in place, Harry rubbed at the dried black sludge on his forehead and the Tellers Eyes went wide as he saw the telltale Scar, that was there. "I wish talk to the Potter Account Manager." he demanded firmly, in a no-nonsense tone, he had, some time ago, read about the Goblins and know through this that this was what the Goblins liked,time was money after all, and pleasantries we're wasted time for them.

The Teller Goblin's sneer lessened a bit, if Harry was not all wrong he seemed a little surprised at the tone but nodded ever so slightly in approval. "A moment Mr. Potter, i will ask if he has time to see you now." The Goblin, the Name plate said, Ripthight, looked him over again. "You should take a shower first, it's wasted time, yes but frankly, you stink to high heaven." Said Ripthight Bluntly, and stood.
"Follow Griphook, he will take you to the Showers for the Human workers and will give you a set of spare clothes, for a small fee of curse."

"A shower...yes a...shower would be appropriate, just take what you need from my Vault" The Goblin was right... he Smelled worse that Hippogriff shit.
"Which Vault?" Asked Ripthight impatiently, through his impatient lessened a bit at Harry's honest clueless look.

"I... My trust Vault?" Start/Asked the puzzled Wizard slowly, why ask him, wich Vault? he had just one. The Teller who was Honestly taken aback, shook his Head at the Boys lack of Knowledge, that Boy was in for a nasty surprise, the Goblin grinned a little too evil for Harry's comfort.

"You and Sharpaxe have much to discuss, Follow Griphook." was all he said, Harry did as told and followed the other Goblin to the Showers and was, thankfully, left alone to shower in peace, he peeled what was left of his Tournament uniform of his Body and reached up to take off his Glasses just to discover that they were not there, he noted that his Eyes seemed to have healed and gotten even better that before, he really wanted to know just what the fuck this Flames where, shaking his head again to keep it clear he climbed in one of the shower stalls, turned on the water, nearly scalding hot and scrubbed all the grime, blood and gore from his Body and Hair, while he was busy scrubbing the skin on his forehead nearly raw, he heard the Door open and close, Griphook must have brought the clothes for him.

As he was finished with his shower and feltnoticeably more Human again, he got out of the stall, only to come face to face with something that hat him reeling as he looked in the Mirror over one of the sinks.

His Eyes had changed from his Mother's Emerald green to a bright purple with, what seems to be flecks of dark red in them, it nearly broke his heart to see this but, on one hand he lost the only noticeable similarity to his Mother, on the other hand, the change in his Eye Color would come in handy sold his... plan... work, but this was not the only change, his scar, the one that made him so famous has become pale, just noticeable when you were actively looking for it, his other scars where still there but less noticeable as well. his Body was still lean, build for more for speed than Strength but it seemed as if he filled out a little more, less malnourished to before, his untamable Potter Hair, was still wild but not als unruly as before looking more spiky, the Color was no longer the dark brown nearly black it had been, it seems to have darkened to a jet-black, his facial features also seems to have changed all in all you could say, that he no longer looked like a clone of James Potter.

He shook his Head, dried himself and his Hair, after this was done he searched around for the clothes after a few moments he found them on a stool by the Door,a white button up shirt with long sleeves, simple black trousers, some white socks and nonskript black sneakers, he was surprised to find that they fit him well, after he was dressed he got out of the bathroom, and followed after an Impatiently waiting Griphook.

He was brought to an Office with an Ancient looking Goblin, who was sitting behind a Beautifully carved desk. "Ah , it is good to, finally, see you," Started the old Goblin with a neutral expression on his face. "I would ask why you came here, stinking worse than a Mountain Troll but we have far too much to discuss, seeing as you found it, until now, beneath you to follow any of your appointments, please sit."

"A Moment please, what appointments are you talking about?" asked a more than puzzled Harry as he sat in one of the chairs before the desk. "I have never gotten any Letters with appointments from this Bank!" as soon as this words where out of his mouth, the Goblin's face went even more blank, making the old one look a little stunned through the Goblin quickly schooled his Face back to neutral.

"Would you swear a Magical vow to what you just said Mr. Potter?" Asked the Goblin slowly, gears going in his head.

"... What is a Magical vow?... " This hat the Goblin swearing like a seasoned whore, making the young Wizard before him blush an adorable shade of cherry red.

"A Magical vow, Mr. Potter is as it says a vow, if you swear you have never gotten any Letters from us and it is a lie you will lose your Magic." Explained the Goblin, whose name Plate said, Sharpaxe.

Nodding, Harry cleared his throat to speak in a clear voice. "I hereby swear by my Magic that i Harry James Potter, have never gotten any Letters from Gringotts Magical Bank, so mote it be!" a golden Light flare around the young Wizard signaling that the Vow took hold, he had to think a few seconds, as he had no Wand, then stretched out his hand with the palm facing up. "Lumos." A little sphere of light slowly formed and flow in his palm for the Goblin to see, "Nox" the light went out just like the Goblins manners as he swore violently in, Gobbledygook, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, mandarin, ancient Greek, Norse and ancient Egyptian.
Harry sat there stunned and let the Goblin curse until the he took out a Bottle of Firewhiskey, seemly out of nowhere and took a long pull of said bottle, and seemed to gather himself again, Sharpaxe looked back at Harry. "I beg your pardon Mr. Potter it seems there was an error somewhere, you should have gotten your Bank statements since the day, you first sat foot in Gringotts Bank when you re entered the Wizarding World, would you tell me what you know of your Family and their Vaults?" the Old Goblin tapped his nail on the desktop as he waited for Harry to speak.

The young Wizard cleared his throat and nibbled on his bottom lip in though. "I Know that i have a Trust Vault here...?" He started/asked slowly only to be met with incredulous silence.

Sharpaxe was slowly feeling his age now, and he had a suspicion of just whose fault it was that the Boy, an Heir to two Ancient and Noble Houses, had no clue of his heritage. "one moment Mr. Potter." He faced an old-fashioned speaker system that was integrated in his desk, pressed a button and asked for a Heritage and Magical Inheritance Potion, after this was done he looked back to the young Boy again. "While we wait would you tell me why you came to this Bank, looking like the main Victim of one of this Mundane splatter Movies?" Asked the accountant liked his lips and begun to tell what occurred in the Cemetery, not noticing that his purple-red Eyes had slowly gone from an eerie glow to a more sedate dark purple-red, a sign that his Flames where now, in their dormant state, still there and active but resting just around his Magical core all the while, working together with the Wizard's Magic to repair the Damage done to him from years of abuse.

He was by the part where he somehow called the knight bus without a Wand when a really young-looking Goblin came in, with two Potion vials, two pieces of parchment and a medium-sized crystal basin, the youngling placed all five items on Sharpaxe's desk, bowed to the ancient Goblin and left again.

"Now Mr. Potter I think I have a hunch as to what this Flames you mentioned where but with this two Potions it will be clear to us, please cut your finger" he removed a wicked looking Dagger from his desk drawer and handed it to the young man. "Tree drops of Blood no more no less in each vial." Informed the elder.

Harry nodded his head, cut his Finger and let the required amount of blood drop in the Vials, he watched in fascination as the cut on his Finger healed in seconds as he handed the Dagger back to Sharpaxe. "Nead." He commented idly all the while wondering as to why he feels so clam, realistically seen he should be a gibbering and blubbering mess but he felt just... calm.

"Yes that it is" Said the Goblin absent-minded as he worked.
His young charge silently observed as Sharpaxe poured the first Potion in the Basin and then soaked one of the two Parchments in the Potion, after the Parchment had soaked the first Potion completely, he repeated the Process with the next and laid both flat on the desktop. "Now we have to wait five minutes while we wait, I can explain what little I know of those... Flames"

"Please do, I'm frankly slightly worried, I feel to... calm... I think, I mean I should be a mess really!" the young man slicked his Hair back and out of his Eyes in a nervous gesture.

Sharpaxe lifted one hairy eyebrow at the boy. "You are many things but clam you are not Mr. Potter what you are experiencing is probably, to fifty percent, attributable to your Flames the other half is simply a state of shock that will wear off with Time for now be glad that you are able to think straight, back to the topic at hand, your Flames, they appear seldom in Wizards as you have Magic, i myself have met, just one other with them in my long life and he told me not much just that those Flames are called the "Flames of the Dying Will" and come in seven different colors, each color has another Attribute, this is all I know of them."

"It's something... at least I now know how to call them" Said the boy, rubbing his temples in a soothing motion.

As the Five Minutes where up, the accountant glanced at the two pieces of Parchment and promptly took another pull of his trusted whiskey bottle and just motioned for the Boy to look for himself all the while muttering about how he was getting to old for this, about old noisy Wizards and their agendas and about, Goblin King damned Potter Luck.
Harry took both parchments and began to read.

Heritage Results:

Parents

Name: Harry James Potter-Black-Sinclair
Father: Renato Sinclair
Mother: Lilly Potter Neé Evans

Adoptive Parent: James Carlus Potter

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black
Godmother: Alice Flora Longbothom Neé Burrow
Magical guardian: Emancipated Minor

Inheritance: Magical, Mundane and Financial:

Heirship(s):

Heir to the Most ancient and Noble House of Potter.
Trust Vault: Harry James Potter.
Vault 764.
Vault 948: Heirlooms.
Vault 993.
Heir to the Most ancient and Noble House of Black.
Heir Trust Vault.
Heir through right of conquest to the Most ancient and Noble House of Slytherin.
Vault 1093: Heirlooms.
Vault 898.

Properties:

Potter Cottage - Godric's Hollow - Scotland.
Potter Manson - Sicily, Italy.
Gaunt Shack - Little Hangleton.

Magical Talent(s):

Parseltongue.

Partial Metamorphmagus - Controll of Hair growth.

Natural Occlumens - (Formerly Blocked by APWBD).

Animagus - (Formerly Blocked by APWBD).

Horcrux - (By Tom m. Riddle, removed).

Natural assassin - (Formerly Blocked by APWBD).

Magical Core - (Formerly Blocked to 50% by APWBD).

Narutal Wandless - (Formerly Blocked By Horcrux).

Suggestion Potion - (Trust APWBD).

Suggestion Potion - (Recklessness).

Mundane Talent(s):

Dying will Flames - Active.
Type(s): Primar Cloud, Abylity: Propagation.
Secondary Storm Abylity: Disintegration.
Slight affinity to Sun 10% Abylity: Activation.
Analytical Mind - (Formerly blocket 76% By Horcrux).

All Blocks and Potions in the Blood system and on the Magical core, have been removed by Dying will Flames, Type: Storm.

Harry could only stare at the two papers in shock, he let the Parchments fall to the Floor and finally after so so long, could not even his Dying will Flames hold him on his feet anymore, the poor Boy faltered in himself in a dead faint.

And this was Chapter one! While I have written the end of this, I was not in a very good mood, sadly to say.
But hey, I'm all around satisfied with it.
I do not have a Beta Reader so, I'm sorry for any and all grammatical errors you will sure as hell find, all my English "Skill" is self-taught and not my native language, therefore I apologize for the very probable slaughter of the English language, I try to improve myself.

Explanations to questions that are sure to come:

1.) How did Harry's Flams destroy Voldenord?

It has to do with Harry's Magic, in my Head, Harry's Magic is in some way sentient, so when his Flames awoke the Magic made use of the Flames unique skills, Clouds. Propagation to, in some way insure that all Horcruxes were destroyed at the same time, virtually multiplying the destruction of one Horcrux(The scar) through the Link to the main Soul part (Voldemort) and through this to the others.
Storm's Disintegration for the actual destruction.
The 10% Sun Flames are mostly to explain how Harry's Scars and the damage done by living with his Relatives has healed but since there are only 10% of Sun Flames even when they are enhanced by his Magic, it will take a little until his Body is in a condition to start training.

2.)Why does Harry have mainly Could and Storm Flames if he is Reborns Son?

If i Understand this, with the Dying will Flames right, from what i have read on KHR Wiki, then the Children can inherit the same Flames as the Parents but this is not a rule (i think?) and i understand, that the Flames mirror a Persons Soul, Harry is an Abused child, from what i have read abused children tend to be possessive of things they consider theirs (Like a Cloud) be it Person or possession(I DO NOT SAY EVERY ABUSED CHILD IS LIKE THIS I'M NO EXPERT!), Harry seems the type that can be Possessive of Persons that he considers Family how he will be when he has his own Cloud "territory" so to speak, only time will tell, so Harry's main Cloud flame came primarily from his early Childhood with the Dursleys, his secondary Storm Flames came mainly from his Hogwarts years, the "tests" from the old goat every year where the seed for them to grow, had Harry grown up different from the way he did he may have been a sun like Reborn but well.
The 10% Sun Flames were awakened, through Fawkes's Tears in Second year.

3.)Will this be a "Strong!Harry" Fiction?

Honestly? personally i like Fictions where Harry is not a dumbass nitwit but i try to find a place in the middle, he will be strong but not immediately, at the Moment Harry has little to no physical education and Quidditch can only keep you so fit, this must change, he has no control of his flames also something he has to learn and he needs to train his Natural abilities so i try to make it a middle ground but i simply can (with Reborn, one of my personal list of Top Five Anime-Manga Trolls and the world's strongest Hitman as his Dad) not let Harry be to weak for to long.

4.)Was Lilly unfaithful to James?

How Harry came to be will be revealed in the next Chapter, i try to update this regularly, that is if this Story receives interest of Readers.

5.) How Exactly does Harry Look new?

I personally Imagine him, as a Teenage Version of Adult Reborn, with purple-red Eye Color (Yes that's a Permanent thing i Love Harry's Green Eyes but i have something planned) and (Spoiler) He will get some stylish, rectangular shaped half Glasses, he could see clear in this chapter due to his activated Flames, you all can determine if he should get a Fedora hat like his Daddy, i'm a little undecided for that matter.

Next Chapter: of false Friends and Wills.