Harry woke suddenly, and rolled off his bed, at a loud bang. When he looked up it was to the sight of a bullet hole in his pillow and Reborn standing at the door.

"A good leader needs to be aware at all times," he informed Harry who gawped at him.

It was then that the boy noticed his staring roommates and Ron who was pulling out his wand. Immediately Harry paled as he had absolutely no doubts as to who would win in a fight and so dove in front of his best friend to stand between Reborn and the red head. There was no way he was going to allow his friends to die to a trigger happy madman. He couldn't tell what the expression on the older man's face was but he nodded.

"A leader should always look after his soldiers."

"Friends," Harry bit out. "They're friends, not soldiers."

He still couldn't read Reborn's face but the man fired a warning shot past his head.

"Down stairs in the common room in five minutes."

With that said he turned and left the room.

"What the hell mate?" Dean asked.

"Sorry, I'll explain later," Harry responded to his roommate as he hopped around the room tossing on jeans and a t-shirt with a robe over top.

He grabbed his bag and booked it down the stairs. Thanks to all the times he'd had to rush to class he skidded into the common room exactly five minutes later, and had to dive behind a couch to avoid a gunshot.

"What the hell? I'm on time," he shouted without moving.

"A good leader should always be early," was the response from behind him making the boy jump and twirl around.

Reborn had somehow ended up behind him and was studying him.

"Bring me somewhere we can talk."

Harry stared at him in silence as he thought. He remembered, very clearly, what had happened last time he had been in a room alone with the man. Plus if he was going to lead him somewhere that meant he would have Reborn behind him which was also something he really didn't want. He dove over the couch to the other side as Reborn aimed a hammer at him; and where the hell did that even come from.

"A leader needs to be able to make decisions quickly."

"But they shouldn't be rushed," Harry responded and then paled.

He had the feeling that talking back to his new tutor was a bad idea. Reborn just tilted his hat at him and stepped by.

"Well you're not as dame as my old students."

Harry didn't know what the word dame meant but he was ninety eight percent sure it was an insult. The boy frowned as he followed Reborn out of the common room.

"I thought you wanted me to take you to an empty room."

"That was a test."

Harry couldn't see his face but he felt like the man was smirking.

"I know this castle inside and out."

The shorter man stared at his back.

"How? Didn't you just get here?"

Typically the man didn't answer him and just led him into an empty classroom. Harry tensed and waited for the gun to turn on him but the man merely turned around and sat on a desk with a scroll and a pair of glasses on his face which he definitely did not have five seconds earlier.

"Let's go over this shall we? At eleven you killed one of your teachers."

Harry balked at the way he said that.

"That was my mother's sacrifice not me."

"At twelve you killed an, approximately, one thousand year old basilisk."

"That was luck," Harry protested.

Reborn looked over his glasses at the boy in a way that disturbingly reminded Harry of Dumbledore.

"With a sword."

"I almost died."

A bullet whizzed past his head causing him to flinch.

"Stop interrupting me.

The boy grit his teeth but nodded and Reborn continued.

"At thirteen you fought off one hundred dementors with the patronus charm which is a difficult spell for adults let alone children."

Harry stared at him in shock. How did the man know all this? Not even Dumbledore knew about how many dementors were out there.

"At fourteen you out flew a dragon."

Harry opened his mouth to protest only to swallow it at the look Reborn gave him.

"Swam through the lake to rescue people, travelled through an enchanted maze and faced Voldemort and his death eaters at the end."

Reborn rolled the scroll shut and put it away…somewhere.

"So we are going to need to work on your endurance, speed and finding a weapon that suits you."

Harry just stared at him; there was a definite evil sound to the man's voice.

"Let's start with your endurance and speed. You have fifteen minutes to make it to the ground floor and back ten times."

The boy continued to stare at him in shock and Reborn smirked.

"If you don't manage it you will be do doing it twenty times after classes."

Harry swallowed and then booked it out the door. He was already panting by the third floor down and they were on one of the top floors. He saw Hermonie on one of the lower stairs and tossed her his cloak as he ran by. She made a surprised noise but Harry was too busy jumping the space between two moving staircases to care.

By the time he made it to the bottom his legs were already trembling but suddenly there was a crack of a bullet at his feet and he lurched back to the stairs. The boy thought it had been bad going down but it was a thousand times worse going up. There was a stich in his side and he was having trouble breathing. It didn't help that every time he slowed down a bullet or two hit the stone behind him causing other students to shriek.

'He wants me to do ten of these?' he thought in disbelief.

He actually might have made it if he hadn't misjudged a jump and almost missed the stairs. He grabbed hold of the bottom and then had to haul himself back up which took longer than he would have liked because of his aching muscles. Because of that hiccup he managed to make it nine times which he thought was completely amazing himself but caused Reborn to hit him with a hammer he had pulled out from nowhere causing the boy to collapse. The pain added onto all the running informed him that he was not in as good of shape as he thought he was.

"Twenty times after class feeble Harry."

The boy bolted up from where he was laying on the, blessedly, cool floor to protest that name only for Reborn to be gone. He scowled darkly but got up, groaned, and went to the great hall for breakfast. He slid in beside Ron and across from Hermonie who handed him his cloak.

"What was that?" she asked.

"He woke me up by attempting to shoot me and then had me running laps," Harry informed her. "And because I didn't finish them all he's having me do more tonight," he groused. "I'm going to die."

"He's a git," Ron stated sympathetically and Harry nodded in agreement before wincing.

"Think I have time to shower before class?"

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AN: I do not own Harry Potter or Katekyou Hitman Reborn.

Look at how fast this new chapter came out; I'm so proud of myself. Any suggestions on a name for Harry? I didn't want to call him dame or no good and the only thing I could think of was feeble.