"I've got you a tutor Harry."

The Boy Who Lived stared at Dumbledore in disbelief, he'd barely talked to the headmaster all summer and this was the first thing he said, and turned his eyes on the man next to him. He was tall and dressed in a muggle suit; he had dark hair and sideburns, of all things, and a hat. Harry blinked when he saw something move and stared as a small lizard crawled into view. The man looked like a muggle but that couldn't be possible; he was pretty sure muggles weren't allowed in Hogwarts and how would a muggle help him anyway.

"This is Reborn; he will explain the rest to you."

Harry looked at the headmaster in disbelief as the crazy old man went and sat down. The young man took a breath to steady himself and offered Reborn a smile.

"Hello," he said a little uncertainly.

He was feeling a bit unnerved as the other's dark eyes hadn't left him since they had been introduced. Reborn tilted his hat forward in greeting.

"Ciaou, shall we find somewhere better to talk."

Harry swallowed and nodded.

'Not fair,' he thought in dismay.

The man's voice was accented and sent a shiver down his spine.

'The girls are going to kill me.'

He led the way to an empty classroom and froze in place when he turned around. Reborn had, what he recognised as, a gun pointed at him. Harry had only seen the weapons in the news but he knew enough to drop to the ground went it went off. He rolled behind a desk and gasped. For a second he was behind a gravestone and he could hear a high voice mocking him. The memory faded when a bullet shot past his ear though. He forced himself to think about the present and the differences between the two scenarios as he rolled behind another desk. He winced at hearing the loud crack and felt the shudder of the wood.

The gun was much louder than any spells; that gave him more warning but it was also much faster than any attacks he was used to. Several bullets were fired at him in the time one spell would have been. He dove behind another table and heard more cracks. To anyone else it might look like he was just dodging but he was forcing Reborn to move so Harry was between him and the door. He refused to lead the man out and get other kids in danger. If he could disarm him though he could make a break for it. There wasn't much Reborn would be able to do without a weapon.

"Protego," he said as he finally moved out of hiding and was relieved to see it stopped the bullets heading towards him.

Now it was time to, hopefully, end this.

"Expellarmus," he pointed his wand at Reborn and moved forward to catch the gun as it flew towards him.

One second later his eyes widened as the man was suddenly there catching the weapon before he could. Reborn was unbelievingly fast and he brought the butt of the gun down on Harry's head causing the boy who lived to crumple to the ground.

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When Harry woke up he was lying on his stomach with the cold stone floor beneath him. He froze as a heavy boot pressed down on his back holding him there.

"Well, you're not terrible," an accented voice above him commented thoughtfully.

Harry didn't move; partly from disbelief and partly from fear. Had the whole bloody thing been a test?

"What happened earlier?" Reborn asked.

"Nothing," was Harry's automatic response and the foot left his back.

The fifteen year old breathed out in relief and rolled over only to see Reborn holding a hammer above his head. Harry's eyes widened and he rolled to the side as the older man brought the weapon down.

He stared from the item, where the hell had it even come from, to the git that had tried to hit him with it. Reborn was, of all things, looking disappointed.

"Not a screamer huh?"

What came out of his mouth next could be blamed entirely on the fact that he was a fifteen year old boy and really it should be expected.

"I'm not experienced but I bet you could turn me into one."

Harry regretted the words immediately after they left his mouth. Reborn's eyebrow went up slightly and then the older man smirked.

"Oh I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."

Harry had two thoughts about that.

'That's bloody sexy and that's bloody terrifying.'

Reborn moved till his feet were on either side of Harry, effectively boxing him in, and his hammer became a gun again.

'He has to be a wizard,' the boy thought. 'And a powerful one. He just did wandless and silent transfiguration.'

"You didn't answer my question."

"I just remembered something, a bad memory, it's not important."

There was no way he was telling this git about the graveyard. A bullet embedded itself in the stone by his head and harry gulped.

"It is if it causes you to freeze up in battle."

Harry frowned; as much as he hated it Reborn did have a point. The young man hesitated for a moment before sighing.

"There was a fight," he told the older man. "In a graveyard when Voldemort was brought back. The desks reminded me of the gravestones."

He looked up at the man defensively but Reborn just looked thoughtful.

"We'll have to work on that then," the man mused. "A true leader can't be messed up by bad memories."

Harry stared at him in disbelief. There was no doubt or suspicion in his face or voice; just consideration and thought. The Boy Who Lived really didn't want to disturb that focus and draw attention back to himself but he also didn't want to stay there.

"So can I go?" he asked hesitantly and almost flinched when Reborn looked down at him.

The twitch of the man's lips told Harry that he'd seen it but the man lifted his foot and nodded. Harry didn't wait for anything else; he just booked it out of the room.

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"I'm going to die," he announced to Ron and Hermione as he joined them in the common room.

Both of his friends turned to him worriedly before Ron snorted.

"It's too early in the year for that mate, you know nothing's going to happen till at least October."

Harry scowled at him before shaking his head.

"Dumbledore got me a tutor," he explained.

"I'm sorry mate," Ron winced and patted his shoulder.

"That's fantastic Harry," Hermonie beamed at him.

The Boy Who Lived scowled at her.

"He tried to kill me Hermonie," he exclaimed.

His two friends exchanged looks and frowned.

"Oh you're just being dramatic," she tried to wave it off. "It can't be that bad."

"He tried to shoot me," was Harry's prompt response. "And then knocked me out with his gun."

He bent his head to show her the large lump there and winced when she touched it.

"I'm going to die," he repeated.

Hermonie gasped while Ron just looked confused.

"What's a gun?"

"You have to go talk to Dumbledore," she said while ignoring the red head.

"There's no point," Harry scowled. "He won't do anything. He's refused to have anything to do with me all summer. This is probably his way of washing his hands of me."

"That's not true," the brunet said quickly. "He's just trying to help."

Harry shook his head in reply and snorted.

"Yeah right," he scoffed.

"It won't be that bad," Ron reassured him. "We'll help you out. How terrible can this tutor be?"

Harry gave him a very unimpressed look.

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AN: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or Harry Potter.

I've been reading a lot of Katekyou Hitman Reborn fanfictions lately; I blame them for this. Also I haven't found a fic like this which I think is weird. I might just be blind though. I may or may not add romance between Reborn and Harry; I would like your opinions on that. This first chapter can be passed off on accents and how freaking sexy they are. Yes to a relationship or no? Anyway I hope you enjoy it.