Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or Harry Potter. They both belong to their respective writers/artists/license holders. This is the only time you will see this disclaimer as I have a general one in my profile.

A/N: I originally started and posted this because I was bored. Even though I didn't post much and only got a few reviews, those reviews absolutely blew me away. I am not that confident a person, and ended up really busy for a long while, but I thought the tiny fan base this story has deserved better than the half-formed idea I started, so what I have posted is getting a little revamp before I move on, and I hope you guys enjoy it!

As a side note, I'm still not going to subject you all to "drunk language" from Sirius in this little prologue and this story will have yaoi/slash and het pairings in it just to remind you.

Spoiler Warning: This might be a little redundant buuuut, I know for a fact friends of mine who have barely read KHR and have only seen a few of the Harry Potter movies are planning on reading this so I feel that this should go here

Sorry for being pretty wordy but unless it really bugs you guys I can't really help it.

I'm done now though so let's really get this story started, shall we?

"Sirius, if anybody needs to be in bed right now, it's you. Besides, how do you expect to sleep off the massive hangover I know you're going to complain about later if you don't? SLEEP?!"

Harry Potter was tired. He would have loved to be in bed asleep right now, seeing as 'now' was some time in the wee hours of the morning, but he had come to the lovely realization that a completely smashed Sirius Black acted quite like a hyperactive child…more so than he usually did anyway. His friends had already managed to drag the other adults who weren't already passed out in various locations in Number 12 Grimmauld Place off to bed and had themselves retired. The traitors.

Now, one might be wondering WHY Harry Potter was trying to cart his drunk godfather off to bed in the wee hours of the morning, and why other adults in the house had also needed the same treatment. Well, that requires a little aside:

Flashback to around a month ago. It was the end of the school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Teachers were yelling, children were running and fighting in the hallways…and the school was on the verge of being destroyed. What wizardkind would later call The Final Battle during The Dark Lord Voldemort's reign of terror had begun.

Teachers were yelling the most destructive/creative spells they could think of to distract and take out the Death Eater forces that had invaded the school to try and prevent them from going after the children. They were only marginal successful which is why the children were running and fighting in the hall. They were either running supplies to people or having to fight Death Eaters off themselves.

Voldemort, having revived at the end of the Tri-wizard Tournament roughly a year ago, had decided to make his move finally it seemed. How? Well of course their Defense teacher for the year was once again working for the aforementioned Dark Lord and had set up some kind of transportation cabinet in the Room of Requirement. Yes it's vague, and don't ask Harry how the thing worked exactly, because the technical details were Hermione Granger, 'Girl Genius'' job. This would also be around the time our hero's faith in Dumbledore, supposed Leader of the Light, and all around Good Guy, finally completely gave out, because really? At this point Harry thought that DUMBledore hired the most random/dangerous/dangerous event triggering professors he could think of just to 'train' *cough* screw with *cough* him.

Harry, having finally figured out that Dumbledore had been manipulating him into a boy hero and martyr for the cause, was done.

Flash forward a little to after the battle was finished. Harry had finally unleashed his rage at the situations he ended up in year after year in his final duel with Voldemort, and in doing so had actually managed to overpower the Dark Lord. They say spells run off of emotion after all.

Then, then, Dumbledore had the audacity to say the fight wasn't over because Voldemort had ripped little pieces of his soul out and had stored them in seven random objects. Oh and get this, Harry himself might have been an accidental eighth because of the attempt on his life as an infant!

Thankfully, before he could have an apocalyptic meltdown, Severus Snape, of all people, came to the rescue. He then spun a story that started back with the diary that Lucius Malfoy had given Ginny Weasley back in second year. Long story short, Draco had gotten his self-absorbed little hands on it during the summer after Lucius brought it out of storage and started using it, thinking it was a present. Of course when the ink vanished and it started responding, the little daddy's boy brought it to his father's attention.

After realizing the implications the diary brought up and several revelations about his Lord and said lord's actual lack of a Pureblood status, Lucius Malfoy did some research. He had the diary on him that day and hadn't even known the fallen diary had been scooped up with the youngest Weasley's things until it was too late to do anything. Some very smooth talking, bribery, and dozens of favors had to be doled out in order to keep his place on the Board of Governors and his slate clean in the eyes of the public.

He then made it his mission over the next couple of years to make sure that the vile creature he no longer wished to serve had no means of escape once the eventual final battle ensued. No Malfoy worked for anything less than a pureblood, if they even worked at all.

Of course he had the help of close family friend, and Draco's godfather, Severus Snape. While also not a pureblood, the man was one of the top current potions Masters as well as having survived being a non-pureblood in Slytherin, so he was a valuable ally and shared the same sentiments as Lucius himself most of the time anyway.

Upon hearing of the plots against The Son Of The Enemy, Severus' attitude towards the boy quickly became a show to put on for the public because the boy's situation resonated slightly with his own as a child, and internally he started seeing Harry as more of Lilly's child than James'.

Once Narcissa Malfoy found out about what was going on, angry Harpies would have been scared off by the woman's rage.

So no, The Dark Lord Voldemort was not, in fact, going to magically come back to life, again. Even if there had been an accidental Horcrux in Harry's scar, there was a general consensus that he had almost died enough times for the horcrux to have basically dwindled away to nothing by then.

With THAT revelation over with, not only was Dumbledore's name further disparaged, but Harry actually ended up on good terms with Snape and all three of the Malfoys due to a mutual dislike of the man and the fact that Harry realized that he himself never really instigated all the fights with Draco, and that Draco only started the fights in the first place due to pureblood pride. It was usually Ron or Hermione that finished the fights. Harry had made sure to make all three at least attempt to tone down the verbal and sometimes physical fights that resulted after that.

Once the results of the Final Battle had been sorted through and hashed out, much partying ensued. Party titles being thrown around included: 'We Survived!', 'The Boy-Who-Lived defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…Again!', and Sirius' favorite: 'Pretty Much Everyone On The Battlefield Saw Me, But They ALSO Saw My Supposed First Victim Alive And Well…And Fighting On The Wrong Side To Boot!'

Needless to say, that last one raised a few eyebrows, which raised a few questions. Those questions led to Sirius finally getting a trial where all charges were dropped, and Sirius was finally able to assume guardianship of Harry. The first thing he did to celebrate was, rather than move somewhere nicer, make the decision to tear apart- I mean redecorate his family home to spite the horrid little House Elf and portrait of his late mother that still resided in the aforementioned home.

Thus leading to quite a number of people, still supremely overjoyed with the results of the final showdown, staying over to help, which consequently lead to more partying.

Back to the present story-line:

"But Prongslet-"

'There goes The Nickname again'

"It can't be that late yet! I've still got plenty of time to celebrate! In fact, why aren't you celebrating? We are basically throwing you a giant victory party after all! Besides, I've got double the reason to celebrate, so I should get to stay up later than everyone else anyway!"

'He does have a point' Harry thought to himself. 'At least, he'd have a point if he and several other choice people hadn't been using that as an excuse since the partying started.'

"Sirius it's been almost a month! Don't you think you should tone it down at least a little?"

"What if I told you a secret?"

"What?"

"You know, a secret! Something no one else knows but me! Well, me and James-y; but James is dead, but you know what they say about dead men and telling tales…"

"SIRIUS!" Harry balked at what Sirius' lowered inhibitions lead him to uttering.

"Whaaat?"

Great, now Harry had a headache on top of everything else. He'd been trying to get his godfather to bed for over an hour. By himself. And it Wasn't. Working. Damn his friends for valuing their own valuable sleep time over his own!

"You know what? Fine. I give up. Tell me your secret. I don't care anymore. As long as you promise to keep it down, I don't care anymore! I'M GOING TO BED!" Harry finally got exacerbated.

"I thought the whole point of getting me to bed was so the house would be quiet Mr. Shouty?" Sirius giggled.

With a disgruntled noise Harry completely gave up.

"Just tell me already so I can go to bed."

"We~ll. I don't quite remember why James wanted to keep it a secret so bad-'It's because you're completely smashed you bloody idiot!'-bu~t…you have a little brother!"

"WHAT?!"