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When Lambo had all but bolted from the meeting room when he was told that there was someone here to see him, Tsuna had been confused. He had exchanged glances with his Guardians, before getting up and following.

When he and his family had reached the grand staircase that lead to the main room, they had come across two giggling serving girls, who had scrambled away with respectful bows at their approach.

Tsuna discovered what the two maids were giggling about a moment later when he peeked around the corner.

"Holy shi-"

Hayato's cry of surprise was cut off by Takeshi, who's eyes were bright with amusement, clapping a hand over the Storm's mouth, and Tsuna's own jaw nearly reached the floor.

Chrome was giggling, and dainty hand held over her mouth as she turned and left, and unamused Kyouya, and a cackling Mukuro right behind her.

"EXTR-mmph!"

"Shhs!" Tsuna hissed, hand cupped over Ryohei's mouth, and his eyes turned back to where Lambo was kissing a very familiar young man in their entrance hall.

'Holy shit' was right.

Chess

Albus Dumbledore was a manipulator, he made sure that he had his pawns on the board, all under his thumb and ready to listen to only him. He knew this, of course. But to him, everything needed to be done for the Greater Good of the Wizarding World.

He did feel bad about manipulating a young boy's life, taking away his chance at a happy childhood, loving childhood, before sending him off to his death, but the needs of the many outweighed the needs of one child.

It was simply chess, he had to sacrifice his pawns for the betterment of the rest.

Sealing away young Harry's Soul Flame when the boy arrived at Hogwarts was for the better; Soul magic was illegal and Dark, and he could not have the Savior of the Light using active Soul Flames.

Choosing the perfect friends for Harry was easy; Ronald Weasley, the youngest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, was a firmly Light Pureblood. He would guide Harry down the path of Light, and steer him away from the Dark. Jealous and suspicious by nature, Ronald would keep Harry in line until it came time for Harry to complete the prophecy.

Hermione Granger, on the other hand, was not as easy to put into place, being a Muggle-born witch with no connections to Dumbledore. But with Harry befriending a Muggle-born, he would go down a different path than young Tom had.

It was just like chess, and they were his pawns.

Flames

When Lambo first saw Harry activate his Flames, they were seated in lotus position on the floor of one of the many Flame resistant training rooms that the main Vongola mansion had. He was coaching his boyfriend through the steps of reaching into his Flame core, one of the less fatal ways of awakening ones Flames.

When Harry's forehead creased and his face went pale, Lambo knew that something was wrong.

"Harry -?"

Harry exploded into a raging inferno, and Lambo recoiled in pain as Harry's golden Flames burned his arm.

For a moment, Lambo watched the glittering Flames in shock. At first glance Harry's Flames looked like normal Sun Flames, if a little darker than was the norm, but if Lambo looked closer he could see the orange of Sky Flames dancing at the center.

Then Harry screamed, and Lambo leapt into action.

Flames were not supposed to hurt their user, so why was Harry in pain?

"Harry!" The cry tore itself from Lambo's throat as he had to force himself from lunging towards Harry's thrashing form. "TSUNA! TSUNA HELP!"

Burned

Lambo watched blankly as Ryohei calmly bandaged the healing burn on his arm. "Will Harry be alright?" The youngest of the Guardians asked quietly, gaze moving from the pristine white bandages to Harry's still form on the bed opposite to him.

"He'll be fine, Lambo." Tsuna assured him, a gentle smile on his face. "From what Chrome said, someone had placed a seal over Harry's Flames, which was what lead him from going out of control."

The eight-teen year old blinked, "Why would someone put a seal on Harry's Flames?" To him, someone who had grown up using his Flames, the idea was ridiculous.

Tsuna shrugged, "There could be many reasons." His older brother explained. "The Ninth sealed my Flames when I was still a little kid, but the seal was a lot weaker than the seal used on Harry. My best guess is that someone didn't want Harry to have any access to his Flames, whatsoever."

It was then that Harry stirred, a groan leaving dry lips as emerald eyes fluttered open.

Lambo was instantly at his side, ignoring the noise of complaint from Ryohei when Lambo yanked his arm from the boxer's grasp.

"Harry?" Lambo asked, leaning over his boyfriend to stare into his eyes, which had focused on him the moment he entered Harry's line of vision.

"Lambo?" Harry rasped, squinting slightly in confusion. "What... happened? I managed to locate my core... but then it felt like I was burning..."

"There was a seal on your Flames, which lead to them going out of control." Lambo told him, brushing a hand through Harry's sweaty hair.

"Harry," Tsuna spoke up, moving towards the prone teenager on the medical bed. "Is there anyone who might possibly have sealed your Flames?"

Harry's brows furrowed in thought, "I... I don't think -" He cut himself off, eyes going wide as if he had suddenly thought of something. "Dumbledore. He was my Headmaster. He was always trying to keep me under his thumb... He's dead though, he died a few years ago..."

"That would explain the weakening in the seal." Tsuna said with a nod, then he glanced at his watch. "I need to get going, I have a meeting to get to." He looked between Lambo and Harry before a soft smile lifted his lips. "You two should get some rest."

"Yes, nii-san." Lambo turned back to Harry, who's eyes had fluttered closed the moment Tsuna and Ryohei had left the room, crawled up beside him.

Harry's eyes snapped open the moment he felt the bed dip, only to see Lambo making himself comfortable beside him. "What are you doing?"

Lambo grinned cheekily. "Getting some rest."

"This is my bed."

"Mou- Harry, it's so much warmer here with you." The slightly older teen pouted, snuggling closer Harry's side and throwing an arm around the smaller teen's waist.

"My. Bed."

"So mean!~"

Missing (Storm)

When their Savior went missing, the British Wizarding World fell into chaos.

It took them a month to realize that their boy hero had vanished from Britain, leaving nothing behind; his Vaults had been emptied and transferred, and his houses sold.

Hermione Granger didn't find out until the Daily Prophet came out, having decided to return to Hogwarts to redo her final year. She was seated in the great hall for breakfast when an owl swooped down and dropped the newspaper on her food.

DAILY PROPHET: SPECIAL EDITION

Man-Who-Conquered; Missing!?

What happened to our Savior!

Hermione had choked, grabbed the paper and began to read.

Our Savior, Harry Potter (18), the Boy-Who-Lived, the Man-Who-Conquered, has disappeared! Our eighteen year old hero went missing early this month, when his vaults at Gringotts Bank were emptied and transferred, and his many properties sold and the money donated to Saint Mungos Hospital, and a small trust vault set aside for his young godson Edward Lupin (1).

Potter's disappearance was discovered by Auror Damon Fizworth (46) earlier this morning, when Auror Fizworth arrived at Potter's flat to find it empty with only our Savior's snapped wand (11", holly, phoenix feather core) and a note left behind.

"I'm leaving. Don't look for me." These words were the only thing our Savior's note said.

"It was shocking," said Auror Fizworth, "I went to see Mister Potter on orders from the Minister, and found that he had run away from the Magical World!"

Has our Savior really run away from his responsibilities here in the Magical World? Or is something more sinister at work here?

More about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived (page 3)

The great hall exploded into action as students cried out what they thought about the article, and Hermione turned to Ron, who wasn't paying any attention at all, instead he was stuffing his face with whatever food he could get his hands on.

"Ronald!" Hermione snapped, shoving the paper into the red-head's face. "Harry's run off!"

"Eh?" Ron looked up from his breakfast in alarm and snatched the Daily Prophet from his girlfriend's grasp. His face turned red, then purple as he read. "He's run away?! We were going to become Aurors after I finished this year!"

"Harry would leave me!" Ginny cried, "We were going to get married!"

Hermione frowned, her hair bristling in her anger. "That's all you're thinking about?! Harry could be hurt! He could be in trouble! And all you can think about is becoming Aurors and getting married?!" The brown-haired witch snarled furiously. "Ginny, Harry's already explained to you that he doesn't want to get married! And Ron- Harry told you that he doesn't want to become an Auror anymore!"

"He's only shy!" Ginny argued. "We love each other!"

"Famous Harry Potter, always the center of attention." Ron grumbled under his breath.

With a wordless shriek of fury, Hermione shoved herself away from the table and stormed off.

Vengeance

It had started out as a regular day, Harry and Lambo had gone out to do some shopping to get Harry some new clothes (because all his were either ruined or five sizes too big), when Harry had heard a very familiar voice.

"- all paid for by those Freaks... YOU!"

Harry froze, hand going slack in Lambo's grasp as his body stiffened. He turned slowly from the shirt he had been admiring, to face the purpling face of his uncle.

"Hello Uncle Vernon." Harry greeted tightly, tightening his grip on Lambo's hand fearfully.

"I knew you were a freak! But now you're a faggot, too! Even more of a freak than before!"

Lambo's face had darkened steadily at the man's appearance, but grew thunderous at the words that spewed from his mouth, and when Vernon's beefy hand had raised to strike the smaller male that stood beside him, Lambo's hand shot forward and grabbed the fat man's wrist in a crushing grip.

Harry jerked in surprise when Vernon's hand was stopped mid-decent and the man let out a squeal of pain as Lambo's hold nearly crushed his wrist. Harry could see the Lightning Flames that were sparking across Lambo's arm, and the older teen's jade eyes were glowing in rage.

"Who the hell -" Vernon was cut off with a cry of pain when Lambo snapped his wrist.

"Touch him and I swear to god, I will kill you." The Lightning Guardian snarled, watching as the pathetic man cowered in fear.

"Lambo." Harry said quietly, reaching forward to place a gentle hand on his boyfriend's arm. "That's enough."

Lambo hesitated, but he dropped the man's wrist and stepped closer to Harry's side, eyes smoldering.

"Vernon, I believe you know Lambo," Harry said in faux-cheerfulness. "my boyfriend. You met his older brother, Tsunayoshi Vongola, quite a few years ago."

Vernon spluttered, before drawing himself up so that he towered over a smiling Harry, face purple with rage. "You fucking freak! Unnatural- you and your fuck toy!"

Harry's smile dropped, his eyes sharpened, and Vernon didn't even get the chance to blink before the boy he had once abused lashed out, his fist burying itself in his fat face.

Vernon recoiled with a muffled cry of pain, blood gushing from his broken nose.

Harry glared as he shook his sore hand. "You no longer scare me, Vernon Dursley." Harry told his uncle darkly. "I am proud of who I am, who I have become. I love Lambo, and I'm not ashamed of it. Your words mean nothing to me." Vernon attempted to glare, but shrunk back when Harry's eyes shimmered into a golden amber. "Leave."

Lambo could only gape as his tiny lover glowered a man into submission and sent him scuttling away in fear.

He was seriously turned on right now.

Caught

Hayato had not expected to stumble upon what he had, but he did anyway.

It had started out pretty normal (or at least as normal as his life could be); Hayato had been drunk, staggering his way down the halls in search of his bedroom, and when he came across what he believed to be his room, he didn't hesitate to open to door.

Perched on the bed was a shirtless Lambo, who was stradling an almost-naked and very flushed-looking Harry. Both teens looked ravished, their chest heaving, and- were those hickeys on Harry's neck?!

Hayato blinked.

Lambo blinked.

Harry blinked.

Hayato blinked again and did the smart thing; he turned and left, closing the door silently behind him as he fled down the hall.

(Tsuna had been slightly frightened when his drunk right-hand man staggered into his office, wailing something about destroyed innocence, sweet little Harry, and perverted cow brats.)

Missing (Mist)

Luna knew what Harry's decision was before he did.

Luna knew the exact moment when her Sky realized his Bond with an unknown Lightning, and she Saw the moment he left to find him. The Mist knew from the moment she had met Harry that the Sunny Sky had a Soul Bond with someone; that they were meant for each other.

She also knew that neither knew it yet.

She watched as the Sky Harmonized with a Storm, she saw as he Harmonized with a Rain Forest, and the moment her hand touched his, her Sky Harmonized with a Mist. She saw the moment her Sky Dissonance with his Lightning, and had to stop herself from attacking when another Storm tried to forcefully Harmonize before going into Dissonance much like her brother before her.

She, Hermione, and Neville were Harry's Knights, his Guardians; even if none but she knew it.

Attack

Harry awoke with a start when an explosion went off. Shooting up in the bed he shared with Lambo, the teenager looked around in search for his lover.

The room was empty.

Harry was out of bed and striding from the room before the fact that the mansion was under attack and Lambo was nowhere to be seen fully sunk in.

"A-ah! Signore Harry!" A servant cried when Harry marched past him. "It is dangerous, sir! You are not to leave your roo-"

BANG!

Harry recoiled when warm blood splattered against his cheek and the man in front of him crumbled to the ground.

"Well, well. What a pretty boy."

"Isn't that the Lightning Guardian's lover?"

"If our intel is correct, the kid has some sort of rare Flame. He could fetch use a pretty penny."

"Especially with those looks of his."

Harry spun around, one hand reaching for the hidden knives he had begun to carry on his person after he had formally been introduced into the Mafia.

But then he remembered that he hadn't worn them to bed, that they were still laying on his bedside table.

Idiot! Stupid idiot!

Four men had surrounded him, all of them wearing lecherous smiles as their eyes roved across his sleep ruffled, and bloodstained figure.

"Now then, Pretty." The one holding the gun that had shot the poor serving man said, gesturing with said gun. "You're going to come with us, nice and quiet-like, understand?"

Harry grit his teeth, he could feel his Flames bubbling beneath the surface as he slowly approached the four men. Accio! Accio knives! Accio!

When Harry was within reach, one of the men snatched his wrist, and Harry couldn't stop the smirk that twisted his lips.

Wrong move.

Harry activated his Flames, and the man that had grabbed him recoiled with a shout of pain as the boy erupted into golden-orange Flames, trying desperately to put out the fire that was burning its way up his arm.

But every time he smacked at the glittering Flames, they only seemed to spread faster until his whole body had lit up like a pyre.

It was that moment that Harry had spun, reaching out for the knives that were flying towards him. He caught the two Flame-conductive blades with ease, and before the men could process that their comrade was burning alive, Harry had already slit another's throat.

Usually Harry didn't enjoy killing, but after living through a war, he had discovered that sometimes it was necessary.

The two men started in shock.

"Damn you!" The man with the gun snarled, "You killed Roberto and Leonardo!"

Both men lunged.

Harry hacked through the first man's wrist with ease, severing the hand with his Flames, and had moved to finish him off when his warning senses began to blare at him.

BANG!

Harry staggered, hand flying up to the bullet wound in his shoulder. He had managed to turn so that the bullet wouldn't pierce his heart, but he hadn't moved fast enough to dodge it completely.

Dodging spells were a lot easier! At least then he could see the fucking things!

Harry smoothly drew a hand back, then threw it forward, the silver of his knife glinted as it cut through the air before lodging itself it the man's chest.

"HARRY!"

He glanced over his shoulder, his vision blurry from blood loss as he held a hand over the injury in his shoulder -clean in and out, exit wound indicates the bullet left his body- to see Lambo racing towards him.

Harry barely had enough time to blink sluggishly before Lambo collided with him, pulling him into a firm hug.

"Holy shit, Harry!" Lambo was saying, "How did you do that? That was amazing! But never do that again! You scared the crap outta me!"

"OW! Fucking- Lambo! Bullet wound!"

Missing (Rain)

When Neville found out that Harry had run away from the Wizarding World, he was happy for the slightly younger teen. He knew how much Harry hated it in the Wizarding World, he saw how Harry would stare into the distance, as if his heart and soul were elsewhere.

His Gran had always called it 'wanderlust', but Neville called it 'trapped'.

Harry didn't want to travel the world, he just wanted to get out of England.

So when Hermione had told him that Harry was gone, he told her not to go after him, that Harry would contact them when he was ready. Neville couldn't help but feel happy for the teen he had grown to see as a brother.

Harry was free.

Yay! Here we go! The second part of Lambo and Harry! Hope you liked it, because I sure enjoyed writing it. :)

So I might add little drabbles onto this later, when I get ideas, but I also might not, it depends on how busy I get.

If anyone is confused about what Luna was saying;

Storm = Hermione

Mist = Luna

Rain Forest= Neville

1st Lightning mentioned = Lambo

2nd Lightning mentioned = Ron

another Storm = Ginny

Hope you liked it!

~TDU

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UPDATE:

I had a couple people ask me how Lambo would have Harmonized with Harry if he had already Harmonized with Tsuna, so I'll just answer that - Lambo and Harry never Harmonized, the bond that Luna was talking about was something that Harry's magic did. Lambo was compatible with Harry, so Harry's magic basically bonded them; the closest example I can offer would be "soul mates".

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UPDATE:

After reading through the Seven Flames of Sky and Earth again, I decided it would make more sense to make Neville a Rain Forest, because form what I understand Earth and Sky are opposites, and they don't Harmonize with each other. His main element is Rain, but he has the ability to wield Forest Flames as well.