Disclaimer/Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter or Katekyō Hitman Reborn. The rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Akira Amano respectively – I'm just borrowing their works in order to entertain those who actually read my attempts at storytelling. Well, this is my second attempt at an HP/KHR crossover. The only other fics I have is a Mukuro x Harry fic and a one-shot between InuYasha and KHR. This fanfic will serve as another personal celebration for my return to ~

Well, for those who are still around – I hope that you enjoy the story~ This is unedited by the way~

Warning(s): character death (mentioned), comical/extreme violence, mentions of abuse, SLASH, etc.

Just Happenstance

Prologue: I was never the Hero

There was a reason the hat wished to place him in Slytherin, and the recent events served as motivation for the Boy-Who-Lived to show exactly why.

Whereas those sorted in Gryffindor were expected to be willing to jump into any fray to prove their bravery, Ravenclaws expected to be willing to assist others to prove their resourcefulness, and Hufflepuffs expected to desperately help those they viewed as allies.

Slytherins were known for one thing above their lauded trait of cunning: Self-preservation.

In other words, above all else, Slytherins are expected to be willing to do anything to make it out intact at the end of any conflict or situation. This was a trait (contrary to the belief of those around him) that Harry had in spades. He couldn't blame anyone for thinking otherwise, as he had done his best to play up to the image that the Wizarding World had built of him in their minds. He had managed pretty well up until this point, this he would admit smugly.

After years of dealing with the Dursleys and majority of Privet Drive's occupants; the decision of playing the part that those around him gave him to keep the status quo was a no-brainer. Changing who he was in order to get through the day with one less bump or bruise became a necessity for living with his horrid relatives and the gossipy neighbors of #4. When he had entered the Wizarding World and found out his fame, it was a simple matter of shaking off the skin of "freak" and feeling out the edges of the "boy savior".

Wasn't that hilarious?

Harry James Potter, the epitome of all that was Gryffindor, was actually nothing more than a snake in disguise.

Oh, how the Daily Prophet would have a field day with that one!

Not that they wouldn't have one already by the time they realize this, but by that time he would be long gone, and he had no intention of coming back on terms that weren't his own. No longer would he live under the thumb of players with designs on his life for their own purposes. No longer would he allow himself to be praised one second and condemned the next.

He would be free and live as he pleased. It was the least that the Wizarding World could do in return for his parents' sacrifice, after all.

That is how he found himself here, in Diagon Alley with this scheme that could likely end up going in flames if he didn't manage to secure the aid of the only beings who could make sure it could succeed.

"So, we finally meet Heir Potter…now, if Griphook is to be believed...you have an arrangement in mind that you feel would be beneficial to Gringotts?" started, Ragnok, overseer of Gringotts Branch in Britain, and the one who could either be his salvation or damnation.

Straightening from the hunched posture he usually held, the 12-year-old took note of the flicker of approval that flashed through the goblin's beady eyes at the change. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he sat down in the chair that was offered to him and readied himself for what he planned on doing.

"I need Harry Potter to die, and I was under the impression that Gringotts can help with that."

The grin the slowly formed on the Goblins wrinkled face, only caused a shiver to roll down Harry's spine at the scary image.

"Well Mr. Potter, you had my interest, but now….you have my attention."

Days later, before the horrified eyes of the public in Diagon Alley, the mutilated corpse of Harry Potter was found. The remnants of his phoenix feather wand laid scattered around him.

Wizarding Britain mourned the loss, demanding the Aurors to find who tore their savior away from them. Two men cursed as their plans were shattered beyond repair, and would scramble to pick up the pieces. In the aftermath, the fate of Wizarding Britain would no longer rest on the shoulders of a child, but on those who it should've from the beginning. An old man who looked at the world as his chessboard for too long and a man resurrected with too many ambitions.

All the while, on board a plane heading to the east. Harry Potter…well, Akira Kuroba rested easy, sinking into the plush cushions of his first-class seat. With his canned soda, the young teen gave a toast (in unison with Britain).

It was the ending of one story and the beginning of a new one. This time, he promised himself, it would be one of his own makings.

Unknown to him, while he may have escaped one fate, another one lay ahead of him in his new home in the land of the rising sun. One that while trying, promised an ending that even he come to enjoy.

That is if he doesn't get himself killed first.

End of Prologue

…Well, here I am with another story idea. 8D One that I've been considering for quite a long time. One that besides the barebones of the story idea will likely be updated depending on the interest in it. I've got a bunch of other ideas, and this one will likely be worked on while I'm between those. All of the chapters will likely be from 500 to 1,000+ words each. The endgame pairing has already been decided, and now I have to somehow make this thing happen. A true threesome is something that has to be built with care after all!

See ya in the next update,

Shikigami1991