Summary: Tsuna Sawada was looking for a father figure. Lord Harold Potter was looking for an heir. When an archaic ritual caused their paths to cross, everything changes. Neither the Vongola nor the Wizarding world will know what to expect. Slash. HarryxReborn
Chapter 1
Potter Manor
London, England
October 23 2001
"Harry, it's past time for you to settle down," Hermione said, arm crossed in front of her torso and lips pursed in to a thin line. Her usually frizzy brown hair – much less frizzy than in school – was gathered together in a tight bun; coupled together with her 5 inches high heels and black business casual, she looked every inch the governmental official she was.
"Hermione," replied Harry, not even bothering to look up from his parchment, "I told you, I'm not interested." While Hermione looked as if she was ready to attend a meeting with the Queen herself, Harry looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. His hair was a mess; his shirt was creased and there was a suspicious brown stain on his pants. If the thousands of courtiers could see him at that moment, Harry was sure they would retract their offer in the blink of an eye.
Wait a minute, Harry thought to himself, eyes wide with sudden realization, wasn't that a good idea?
"Harry," Hermione snapped irritably, drawing the young Lord from his machinations, "Harry, I'm serious this time; I'm not only talking about a marriage; I'm talking about naming a Heir!"
This gave Harry pause.
"An heir?" he repeated with some manner of confusion. Despite Hermione's constant nagging for him to get married – intensified by her own marriage to their childhood best friend Ronald Weasley – not even once had the topic of heirs ever come up. It didn't take a genius for Harry to conclude that something must have changed. "What's going on?"
His suspicions were confirmed when the young woman's face fell slightly, her body language going from confrontational to just plain worried.
"It's nothing certain," she began, still looking as if what she was about to say pained her to say it, "But I have been hearing some worrying whispers of a fraction of the Ministry willing to eliminate you in order to take advantage of the present Inheritance laws and gain access to the money and power currently under your control."
It was a testament of how low his opinion of the British Ministry of Magic was that Harry wasn't in the least surprised by his best friend's report.
"As I am sure you are aware," Hermione continued, ignoring Harry's lack of a reaction, "You are currently in possession of the world's largest independent fortune; coupled by the political power associated with your numerous titles, the Ministry will have a lot to gain by your death. With no blood heirs, apart from the 15% you can give to your friends and relatives, the rest will go directly to the current government in power."
"You're right Hermione," Harry finally nodded, the thought about his family fortune landing in the hands of greedy bastards with no moral campus to speak of, "This does change a lot of things."
"I'm so sorry," Hermione told him, eyes wide with sympathy, "I know it's not fair you will have to either father a child or blood adopt one just because someone is after your money, so if there's anything I can do to make this process easier…"
"Actually," Harry smirked, something Sirius had once mentioned popping in his mind at the opportune moment, "You can."
Potter Manor
London, England
October 24 2001
"This," Hermione said, letting the huge volume she had been carrying drop on to the office desk with a thump, "got to weigh at least a ton. What on earth is in this?"
"A book on all rituals passed down the Potter Family," Harry answered, opening the cover and coughing when a crowd of dust rose from within. Bloody hell, this thing was probably dustier than the underside of Dudley's bed and since Dudley never cleaned under there, that was saying something.
"Rituals?" Hermione repeated, sounding half curious and half scandalized. Even now, the negative connotation of the word "ritual" still stuck with her.
"It's nothing dark," Harry promised, "My father actually used one of them for a prank back when he was in 5th grade. I only know about this because Sirius told me about it."
He quickly perused the Table of Contents and smiling in triumph when he found the right one he was looking for.
"Here it is," Harry opened the book to the right page and showed it to Hermione, "The Ritual of Compatibility. It's actually one of the most popular ones in here, used by couples that can't birth their own children. This ritual will show him the child the most compatible to their family lines and ensure that the Family magic will be able to be passed down."
"I have never heard of that!" Hermione gasped, now sounding outraged at the idea of something she didn't know about, "But what if the child it chose already have parents?"
"In that case," Harry replied, "The lord in question would approach the parents with an offer. They would blood adopt said child and guaranteeing him a life of luxury and in return the parents would let the Lord have access so he can raise the child to become a proper heir."
"Is that what you are planning to do?"
Harry shrugged.
"It's the best choice," he read the list of instructions before taking out his wand, "Come on, help me get this thing over with. I can't wait to see who magic has deemed worthy to continue the Potter line."
Hermione snorted before moving closer so she can read as well.
"Now let's see," she began, "We'll need…"
Sawada Home
Namimori, Japan
October 25 2001
The sight of a black limo pulling up in front of her house made Nana Sawada – housewife and proud mother of 5 years old Tsuna Sawada – pause. For a minute, her mind went blank before it started whirling with all sorts of explanations as to why this particular sight had graced her eyes. At first, she thought about the possibility of some kind of wedding ceremony nearby, meaning that the limo was only here to pick up the guests. After all, any one who lives in a middleclass town like Namimori can really only afford limos on special occasions. However, that theory was quickly thrown away when she noticed the lack of any decorations on the outside of the vehicle. If this was indeed a wedding limo, there should have at least been a flower arrangement.
Nana sighed, deciding that it wasn't her business to find out what it was doing here and returned to chopping up the carrots in to small pieces. Her precious little boy was upstairs with a slight cold and she wanted to brew up some chicken soup to make him feel better.
She was about to put the carrots in the pot of steaming hot water when the sound of the doorbell made her freeze. Surprised, she quickly put down her ingredients, dried her hands on her apron before heading towards the door.
When she opened it cautiously, what she found on the other side was something she had never expected to see.
A foreigner, Nana thought in surprise, her eyes going wide. Due to the size of Namimori, this was actually the first time Nana had ever seen one. For a minute, she just gaped at the man, taking in his expensive tailored suit; gorgeous emerald orbs; messy black hair and inviting smile before the man spoke in a self-assured voice that probably came with years and years of practice.
"Nana Sawada?" he asked and she nodded, unsure of what the man wanted from her. "I have a proposition regarding your son. May I come in?"
TBC