Hello, my fellow Readers. Um. Well. So. Er, I kinda keep getting bombarded by ideas. This is likely only going to be the first fandom I do this for. I just know these will, likely, never reach Full Story status, but if you get the lighting strike of inspiration from one of these, I'll be glad to have someone adopting one of my bunnies. Just give me credit in the first chapter or summary, K? K.

Now, this first one here isn't so much a story as a continuous wall of idea-sick-up that wouldn't leave me alone while I was trying to do my school work. So, enjoy.

WARNINGS: BoyXBoy, BoyXGirl, and . . . um, Illusion-Transgender boy-to-girlXboy. Language ( "English!" shoe is thrown and nails forehead "OW!" "SHUT THE HELL UP, I'M BUSY!") Oh, and Harry Potter x-over. That, too. And character death. Can't forget that.

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What if Mukuro were a bit more villainous, actually had that spark of evil Tsuna deems past redeemable, or was a little more insane, more along the lines of TYL!Byakuran? A rabid dog, to be put down. Which'd leave Tsuna with no Mist Guardian and, sadly, an unwanted little girl never receives help in the form of a pineapple-haired boy that had seen and been through far, far too much.

Enter Harry Potter. 19-yr-old (or however many years, to match up with the KHR! timeline. Or tweaked at your pleasure. We can do that) who's been though metaphorical Hell. Having been enlightened to the existence of Flames by a Mafioso Squib (he'd been bleeding out in an alleyway and never shared his name or his Famiglia, preferring to remain anonymous. He thought teaching them to the Boy-Who-Lived would be a hilarious thing to do), he proceeded to use and abuse this knowledge.

He was Mist natured, and due to copious amounts of near-overuse mastered the Art of Illusions in nary a year. Mostly he thought up various weapons, though his sanity had suffered a few hits at some point, and on several memorable occasions had been known to just randomly throw things at Death Eaters, up to and including a kitchen sink. As well as pranking Fred and George Weasely, who thought they were being haunted by a vengeful prankster until they attempted to enlist Harry in exorcising it, and the Illusionist couldn't take it and collapsed into helpless laughter, which only intensified when he caught the looks on their face at finding out the dark-haired teen had had them duped for three months.

And, when the fickle, frightened sheeple of the British Wizarding World inevitably turned on him, he was ready. Guerrilla warfare had taught him many things, and one was to be prepared in excess. So, he'd impressed the warrior society that could collectively be called the Goblins, and they'd aided their fellow warrior in escaping the gilded shackles that would hold him. All the Goblin Clans grinned toothily to themselves when the sheeple Wizards couldn't find their Savior, and they derived entirely too much amusement from watching them run around uselessly.

Ron, Maker rest his soul, had been killed in the typical Gryffindorish, idiotically heroic way. Hermione might've slit her own throat to follow him, but for Harry telling her that yes, there was an afterlife, Ron had gone there and would be waiting for them after they'd won this damned war, grew old and had stories about their kids to embarrass them and entertain their grandkids with. Hermione, intelligent woman that she'd grown to be, understood.

'The best revenge is to live, and live well.' Nothing had pissed Voldemort off so much as that, after all. Even if the Dursley family had been abusive shit-stains. Killed in a mistaken raid when Voldemort thought they might be useful leverage. The look of almost offended confusion when Harry had merely burned their tortured corpses and literally danced through the ashes was priceless. The look when Harry brazenly hugged the Dark Lord had frozen everyone on the battlefield, save Hermione who just went on fighting, was a sight Harry would treasure in his most depressed moments for the rest of his life. That Harry then proceded to melt the Dark Lord actually had relaxed most everyone who'd been looking on. It said bad things about the Wizarding World, Harry thought. Hermione patted his head and told him he was a bit left of center, and had no right to talk. Harry thought she was probably right.

After Harry had learned his Flame, he'd helped Hermione, of course. She had Sun Flames, which she primarily used to heal. Herself internally, and Harry once he could hold his Illusions together no more and various entrails and organs spilled out. They'd left, leaving England, later leaving Europe altogether. They headed for Japan, which had a much more open, stable magical society. They were looking for a safe, quiet place to settle down and lead safe, quiet lives.

They settled in a small town called Namimori. Never got that peaceful life, but they never regretted it passing them by. Harry enjoyed mothering Tsuna -he regarded Nana as the live-in housekeeper with a small measure of distain, and made sure the little Decimo never saw his opinion of the woman who'd tried and failed to raise her son right-, and baiting Kyoya, entirely too much, and though his not-sister didn't admit it until she'd gone grey and lay on her deathbed, she loved, more than anything save her not-brother, to argue and debate with her husband, Hayato Gokudera.

Kyoya didn't bat an eye when his boyfriend, who'd been whining about adopting, finally snapped and Illusion'd himself into a herself (It was a horribly complex illusion, and trying to figure it out gave Hermione migraines for months before her brain went 'ouchies' and refused to think on it further, to Harry's smug amusement). His eyebrow raised to his hairline conveyed his Whiskey Tango Foxtrot reaction rather well, and Harry rather liked the gleam in his eyes a moment later. Excepting Vongola business, no one saw much of them for a few months, and Harry got noticeably slower and plump around the middle. He got a kick out of messing with the other males with the soft globes of flesh on his chest that should not be there (the girls kidnapped him to go shopping, which he delighted in, to the horror of those who held a Y chromosome). The resulting children would be unanimously regarded as the most adorable unholy terrors to ever live. Their parents were proud of this, to the mute horror of the others. Hermione's cackling laughter excluded her from that grouping.

That all came later, though. Them all meeting for the first time was quite the event. Gave Reborn nightmares years later, which Tsuna would eventually tease him about.

It might've been the way their Flames were exact opposites of each other in everything but affinity (she used her Flames for mostly healing and a little violence, he used them mostly for violence and a little healing), or as he later admitted while smashed off his ass that she resembled his Mamma to a disturbing degree (they weren't related. They'd gotten a blood test done to prove it, but it was still damn creepy), but Reborn and Hermione hated each other on sight. Neither of them could put it to words other than the fact the other was breathing the same air as them was insulting to the point of mortal offence.

If Tsuna hadn't been so terrified of his mentor's reaction to the strange gaijin girl, he would've laughed at the way Reborn all but fluffed up in feline outrage (funniest thing he'd ever seen, right up until his eldest son's twelfth birthday, where in [REDACTED, by order of Undicesimo Don Vongola]).

It was while Reborn and Hermione were circling each other Harry came up behind Tsuna, who would've screamed his usual 'HIIIIIIIEEEE' but for Harry's hand over his mouth, as the older teen hugged him from behind. Harry, peripherally watching the teenage Warrior Witch - more Mage really, but that was a secret for now - and the hideously dangerous not-infant, focused the majority of his attention on the absolutely precious boy in his embrace, and grinned. The boy trembled in his arms, half in instinctive Hyper Intuition this-guy-is-really-dangerous,-get-the-hell-away-you-idiot, and half in terrified recognition.

Because that grin was eerily like Mukuro's. They were broken in similar pieces, that had like jagged edges, somehow. The differences were, where with Mukuro there was malicious insanity, with the messy-haired man there was a mischievous kind of not-all-there, and where with the former there was wanton cruelty for its own sake, with the latter there was an odd, hardened kindness, the oxymoronic nature of which confused Tsuna and his Hyper Intuition.

The Jade-Eyed Man spoke, entirely too cheerfully for radiating DANGER like he did, "While your not-baby friend and my not-sister are getting acquainted, I'm going to kidnap you, mmkay?" So saying, he did so. Tsuna had no time to mount any kind of defense, and he doubted anything he'd have tried would've worked anyway (years later, he'd realize going along with it was the absolute best thing that could have been done, and when he asked his wife Luna Sawada nee Lovegood, she agreed. Harry could be very scary, for all he was mostly harmless, if endlessly irritating).

Three hours later, Reborn finally was able to drag his attention away from the -opposite, wrong, shouldn't be here, doesn't belong- foreign woman-child, noticed his student was missing, and promptly panicked. Until the woman-child told him quite plainly and bluntly her not-brother had kidnapped him, and the both of them would likely return high to heaven on sugar and smelling of sea salt. She only nodded solemnly at Reborn's blank this-is-me-freaking-out non-expression.

As predicted, the Jade-Eyed Man returned, buzzed-on-sugar Tsuna in tow. However, there was something fundamentally different about Tsuna, which Reborn didn't actually put together until the surprise he unleashed on the Mafia World just two years after his inheriting the Famiglia. Somehow, the Jade-Eyed Man had helped Tsuna find his spine, and taught the boy the wherewithal to know when and when not to use it. It impressed Kyoya Hibari enough that he called the fluffy-haired boy omnivore, at any rate. Days later, Tsuna looked Reborn in the eyes and asked, in a way the Hitman had only heard Timoteo speak which was more order than request, to step up his training. Hate of being ordered around was overridden by the joy, the pride, which he'd never admit to, that he had in his student, and he complied with, perhaps, a tad too much sadistic glee.

Now, Harry and Kyoya meeting was all kinds of hair-raising. The Vongola Cloud Guardian and, days later, Vongola Mist Guardian, had eyed each other up the way Alpha males of the animal kingdom usually did. To the shock of all but Hermione, Kyoya was the one who bowed his head. Reborn only barely heard him mutter "apex predator", and almost had another panic attack. He mostly settled down when he found Harry and Kyoya necking some weeks later, even if the sight caused him to run for the Brain Bleach, inadvertently scaring Tsuna in the process.

"What happened?" Tsuna enquired hesitantly, unsettled at seeing his mentor unsettled. Reborn just looked at him blankly, his dark eyes conveying his feelings of I-have-seen-things-I-cannot-unsee, and Tsuna just let it drop. His luck being what it was, he'd likely find out later. When he did, he congratulated the happy couple. Reborn just side-eyed him in a way that got across his opinion of his sanity very well, and it was not a high one.

(Reborn wasn't homophobic. He himself was bisexual. It was just the sudden, spine-chilling thought of those two having children. Thank God they were both male. In honor of his shocked, horrified face upon seeing fem!Harry with a baby bump in Kyoya's embrace, they made him Godfather. He fainted. Even thought later, he made sure they were unholy terrors who knew how to fight and use weapons. He might not be the most loving man out there, but he protected those in his charge, and his godchildren counted.)

The Mafia World never really knew just what it was that hit them. To be fair, what hit them wasn't entirely sure, either.

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So, the parings I pictured for this are as follows: IllusionFem!Harry/Kyoya, Hermione/Hayato G., Adult!Reborn/Bianchi, Byakuran/Yuni, Ryohei/Hana, Takeshi/OC-Lightning seductress who is sent to kill [insert whomever here] but falls for the Rain in the process, Lambo/I-pin, and Tsuna/Luna Lovegood. Parings are not be-all-end-alls, though I'd prefer the Illusion gender-bending be kept regardless of who Harry is paired with if he's paired at all (I just have this image of fluid-gender person using said fluid-gender to confuse people, and I like it), that, if you keep Reborn's pairing, have Bianchi screw with him as he's going through puberty a second time, y'know, molesting him, feeling him up, just generally perving on him, and that the pairing of Tsuna and Luna be kept. I've never seen it, and with her odd might-be-Sight and his Hyper Intuition . . . plus, I think she'd make a very badass Lady Vongola.

Also, as a side note, I looked up sheeple. I found this;

Sheeple, noun informal derogatory; people being compared to sheep in being docile, foolish or easily led.

People unable to think for themselves. Followers. Lemmings. Those with no cognitive ablilities of their own.

Makes you think a little, yeah? Leave a review on your way out!