A/N: Sorry for taking four months to update lol. But I have so many ideas for this story now that I read GoF again and studied Tsuna's powers/abilities. May I say that while some parts of my story may come off as overused, I'm still trying to incorporate my own originality. Please bear with me...?
Also! Yes I know that right after the Quidditch World Cup, Harry and the Weasleys go back to the Burrow and immediately after that to Hogwarts. But I'm tweaking it just a bit to fit the storyline, so apologies. Probably by the next chapter, Tsuna and co. will go to Hogwarts and be sorted.
Anyone else love the Weasley twins as much as I do?
Um please review, fave, and alert? I also really want to thank all of your for your support. Everyone who reviewed, faved, and alerted, you have my heartfelt thanks.
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"Apple juice": Japanese
"Apple juice": English
i need apple juice.
"Read up."
Tsuna openly gaped at the piles of leather bound books Reborn and several men had placed before him and his guardians. Many of the books appeared to be old, worn, and the exact types seen in the library that obviously had odd smells. They must've all been over several hundred pages long, which meant weeks of studying. Weeks. Of studying. Tsuna could attest to not being the greatest at studying.
Reborn just couldn't let them take a break.
After a painstakingly thirteen hour flight to a private airport in Livingston, Scotland with no stopover and only a few hours of sleep, there was no denying that most of the Vongola Tenth Generation were exhausted. Aside from Reborn, who never seemed to be, along with Mukuro, who still held his sly charm, and Hibari, who never bothered to be bothered by lack of sleep. After all, he did prowl around the grounds of Namimori Middle late at night to watch for possible intruders.
But once they'd stepped off the jet and finally unto the ground, Reborn had them all taken to a hotel. He promised to allow them all an hour or so to freshen up, but Tsuna held his own doubts against Reborn.
True to his word, however, Reborn allowed them time to rest.
Until, of course, an hour passed. He gathered all of the guardians at the large table that the suite held, not bothering to care if they were grumbling or shooting him daggers for interrupting their sleep. And thus, he proceeded to have books for each of them to read, which Tsuna already began to dread.
Taking a book off of one of the two foot high piles, Tsuna read the title with furrowed eyebrows. A nervous feeling made way into himself as he attempted to read whatever the words were. "Reborn, these are in English." His brown orbs glanced toward his tutor. "And I wasn't the best in English..." He murmured quietly, wincing as he remembered the terrible grades he had in that subject. Yamamoto leaned over and took the blue novel in his own hands, flipping through it curiously.
"I'm quite aware of that, Tsuna," Reborn's voice betrayed nothing as he sat atop one of the many piles of the books, "that's why you need to drink this."
He held out a large glass jug of some liquid concoction, that Tsuna immediately gazed at with blatant apprehension. It glowed of the colour lavender, which many of the occupants in the room eyed curiously. What kind of harmless, completely normal drink glowed? None, Tsuna had ultimately decided that with determination. "Go ahead, drink some," Reborn urged Tsuna, his other hand holding a glass cup for the fourteen year old to use.
"Wh-What?!" Tsuna shook his head adamantly, completely against drinking it. If there was two things Tsuna was sure of, one would be to never trust strangers, and two, to not drink things that glow. "Reborn, is that even safe?"
"I can't say for certain." The ex-Arcobaleno replied bluntly.
Tsuna couldn't hide the incredulous expression on his face, continuing to wonder what exactly Reborn was trying to make them ingest. On the other hand, Yamamoto was interested about the book he'd taken ― the moving black and white photos on the pages showed various people riding broomsticks. Aside from the fact that photos were moving, the sword wielding teen couldn't help but wonder if flying brooms was a sport in the wizarding world.
"I'll drink it!" Yamamoto offered graciously, standing up and walking over to the baby. Reborn thanked Yamamoto kindly as he shot Tsuna a look before pouring the strange drink to the brim. The black haired teen turned to the others, careful in not dropping any of the drink on the sparkling clean tiles. He grinned to everyone, his white teeth shining. "Bottoms up!"
Chugging it furiously, everyone's eyes were stuck on Yamamoto, waiting to see any of the effects it held on him. He stopped drinking until not one drop remained, seemingly fine. He licked his lips, thinking deeply. "Tastes like milk," Yamamoto declared suddenly.
Many of the group still stared at him, puzzled beyond belief. He raised an eyebrow, also confused at everyone's looks. "What's wrong?"
"Yamamoto... you're speaking English," Tsuna informed him finally in Japanese, shock present in his voice as Yamamoto's brown orbs widened.
Yamamoto picked up the blue book from the table and focused on the title written across it. To his immense surprise, he understood perfectly what each word said. "Quidditch Through the Ages," Yamamoto mumbled, full of awe and surprise at how perfect his English was. Magic surely was fascinating.
"Whoa!" Ryohei darted toward Reborn with a determined expression as he studied the pitcher with scrutinising eyes. "I'll take some too! I'll be extremely good at English now, so Kyoko can stop bothering me about my English grade."
Reborn hopped off his seat, jumping on the table and pulling at the glass cups to pour the rest of the drink into. Excitedly, Ryohei grasped one of the cups, drinking it in one go. He wiped his lips dry, nodding furiously. "This is refreshing," Ryohei decided, loudly plopping down the glass and making a sound that caused Chrome to flinch at the sound. He shoved a glass to Hibari, who focused on it with a blank expression before also downing it since neither Yamamoto or Ryohei had fallen to the floor and died.
"No side effects?" Reborn finally decided to ask, hiding a small smile.
"Should there be any, little guy?" Yamamoto asked, checking himself over to see if any part of him changed. The boxer also checked himself, patting himself over and finding nothing different.
"They did say possible side effects would be growing a third ear," Reborn admitted eventually, "and a large, green wart on your nose. One of your kidneys might also disappear, but that's not for certain." He cleared his throat, though, brushing off his previous words. "Now, does anyone here speak or already know English fluently?"
Gokudera, who had his glasses on and was perusing through Magic's Unbelievable History, raised a hand up. "I learnt it when I was six," He informed the fedora-wearing baby, turning the page as he scribbled notes in one of his notebooks. It appeared that Gokudera was determined to soak up all the knowledge as fast as he could, using all the knowledge that was at the tips of his fingers.
"No need to worry about me, ex-Arcobaleno," Mukuro responded in English, smiling pleasantly at Reborn as he also picked at The Deadly Dark Arts in his grip. The informational book was full black, and emanated utter darkness. Tsuna's eyes lingered on it, even though he couldn't understand the words. Mukuro met his gaze with a chilling smile, holding the book up higher.
Tsuna ripped his eyes away from the book, ducking his head downward and seeing the lavender drink before his eyes and Reborn's shiny black shoes right in front of him. "Drink it, Tsuna." Reborn ordered, hands on his little hips as he stared down his student.
"I―" Tsuna's words somehow got stuck in his throat as he glanced around the room. Most of his guardians had already drank it and were piling through the books with undying vigour. Chrome seemed to take her time with it, drinking it slowly while she softly urged a complaining Lambo to drink his until there was no more left. He held the drink, eying it with much caution. "What is this, Reborn?"
"A potion," Reborn informed him, "it takes three weeks to make, using some of the hardest ingredients to find in the wizarding and human world to make. It allows anybody to speak any language, depending on the extra ingredients you add in." He gestured to the potion, which innocently lay in the cup for Tsuna to ingest. "As you can see, it's specifically made for people to know English. The potion works for around a full year. So next year, on this day, your ability to fully understand or speak English will wear off. This is why I'm hoping you will at least know proper English by next year when the potion wears off."
Tsuna held it up skeptically, the doubt eating at the corner of his mind. He pressed the glass to the tip of his mouth, the taste mostly sweet and nothing like milk that Yamamoto had attested it did. It tasted like soda, oddly enough, and he easily finished it. It didn't make much of an impact on his stomach, nor did it make it hurt. He didn't feel remotely different. Just the same as he was before he took it.
Although he didn't seem any different, Tsuna hurriedly checked his nose for any bumps and felt around his head for any new ears that might be developing. Additionally, it didn't seem like any of his kidneys were gone... "I don't think I had any side effects," Tsuna smiled relievedly, pushing the cup away from himself.
"None?" Reborn sounded a little disappointed. He sighed, pushing more books toward Tsuna as he took the cup away. "Now that you're all fluent in English, let me say this again. Read up. You have to learn around three to five years of magic that you've missed out on depending on what year you're in. However..."
Everyone focused on Reborn, aside from Lambo. Who was off reading the magic children's books and giggling to himself. Reborn shook his head in irritation, before going into teacher mood for the guardians.
"I must educate you in the history of the school you will attend." Reborn informed them eventually, seating himself at the head of the table. Gokudera was ready for whatever Reborn was going to say, pencil in hand along with a determined expression. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded by the wizards Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin along with the witches Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw around the year of 990 A.D..."
"Do not lie to Lord Voldemort, Muggle, for he knows... he always knows..."
The words were breathed out coldly, the voice chilling right to the bone. It was high-pitched and hard to hear, but it could strike undeniable fear in the hearts of many.
"Do not lie to Lord Voldemort, Muggle, for he knows... he always knows..."
The words replayed again and again, constantly.
"He always knows..."
Harry jolted awake, the quilted blanket sliding off his pyjama clad body as he sat up in bed. Breathing heavily, he felt his odd shaped scar pulsate with pain once again. Despite that, the ache was more than familiar to him. Everything that happened was familiar to him. The dream, the one he had so many days ago abruptly erupted in his mind once again and he fumbled for his glasses in the table beside him. He pushed them onto his face, adjusting his vision in the dark night.
His green eyes focused on the clock, and he groaned once he realised that it was merely forty minutes past midnight. Surveying the room, he spotted his roommate to see if he was also awake. But Ron was busily snoring in his own bed with his half his sheets already piling up on the floor, completely oblivious to Harry's predicament. Hedwig was resting silently in her own cage, and Harry didn't want to wake her either. Shoving off the warmly comfortable blanket, he pushed himself to his shoes beside his bed to pull on.
Reaching for his scar once again, he gently massaged it with his left hand. With light steps, he made way across Ron's floor, opening the wooden door and wincing when it made a small sound. He reached the top of the stairs before going down them as quietly as he could. It proved very difficult since Ron's room was on the fifth floor and some of the stairs were quite creaky. He made sure to test every single stair step to see which ones made noises. The glasses wearing teen somehow managed to get down all of the floors without alerting anyone.
He sat down at the couch, surveying the Burrow silently. It seemed so quiet and that was particularly unusual. Harry was so used to the bustling around of Mrs. Weasley, the Weasleys running around or cleaning, and the constant magicked moving objects.
But then his thoughts drifted back toward his scar.
A sense of eeriness crept up on Harry uncontrollably as he stared out into the Burrow's outside area. Things weren't all right. He felt it. With the dream about Voldemort, coupled with the pain in his scar, and then the appearance of the Dark Mark ― it was impossible to not be affected by the current events. It all had to mean something, most likely terrible, was going to happen, but what would that be? Harry hoped, though. Hoped that being at Hogwarts would wash away that feeling he held.
Hogwarts was his home, no doubt about that. Dumbledore had assured them that no harm could be done to him inside the castle walls. Hogwarts was essentially safe aside from that incident in his second year, but many evil people could sneak right in. Along with them were Quirrel and Peter Pettigrew. Hogwarts was supposed to be safe. But even with that assurance, Harry couldn't ignore the ominous air the entire situation seem to have going on ―
"Boo!"
Harry jumped out of the seat, clutching his rapidly beating heart tightly. His head jerked around, to find the culprit, finally focusing on a grinning George right behind the couch. He gave a small wave, satisfied with the response he knew that Harry would illicit. "Fred ― er, George!" Harry hissed out, annoyed at the redhead's sudden surprise attack.
"Sorry, Harry," Fred also popped up from behind the couch as well, and both of the twins straightened themselves, "didn't know you were awake this late. I thought me and George were the only ones awake this hour. Reckon you couldn't go to sleep? Nervous for school? I remember fourth year quite well. Loads of detentions that year; I think we even managed to turn Snape's hair pink once."
George and Fred plopped down on the couch opposite to the Boy-Who-Lived, entirely symmetrical. It was a wonder how anyone could tell them apart, but it didn't matter much at the time. "Yeah, it must be that," Harry murmured the answer, his words barely audible in the still night. He didn't really want to discuss his scar with the two, not feeling all that comfortable.
"We recommend some milk then," George piped up, nodding firmly.
Fred immediately agreed, shifting his body on the couch until he was comfortable. "Too bad Mum's not awake, she'd warm it up and fuss over you, then tuck you in and even read you bedtime stories 'till you fall asleep."
Harry stifled a chuckle, amused by their words. His anger toward the two easily dissipated, since Fred and George were two people that seemed to make the best out of the worst. "She still does that to you?" He could imagine their mother doing that to them, even though the both of them were already sixteen years old. Mrs. Weasley was the type to coddle her children, no matter what age they were.
"You don't know the half of it," Fred sighed, before waving a hand to where the kitchen was, "dad got one of those Muggle machines, the ones that keep stuff cold. It runs on magic and mum put a permanent sticking charm on it, so I'm sure you and Ronniekins can't drive it off and then crash it. What was it called again, George?" He looked to his fellow twin for assistance.
"A refriedgator," George supplied helpfully.
"Right. A refriedgator," The other twin echoed, sure in his words.
At first, Harry was genuinely confused by what they were describing. But finally, what they were saying struck in his mind. And he would definitely be lying if he didn't want to laugh his ass off. Smiling broadly, he shook his head. "It's called a refrigerator, not a refriedgator." Seeing as they were wizards and not familiar with Muggle appliances, Harry let that one slide.
"You sure?" George frowned. "Could've sworn that's what Dad told us..."
"My uncle has one, so I'm certain," Harry replied with a grin, "you also can't drive them like a car."
Fred made a face, slumping into the seats. "Well, that's disappointing," He said, and Harry idly wondered what Fred and George were planning to do with another fridge if they got their hands on another one. Fred scratched at one side of his head, yawning loudly. "But, anyway... There's a rumour going around, Harry."
"Sort of like a rumour, though. More like true information that we heard Dad tell Mum," George added on, and Harry began paying more attention on what the two were saying. If it had something to do with what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, then Harry was all ears. He had to know who was behind it, and if they were captured. Just to ease his mind for the time being, anything would work.
Fred tilted his head, crossing his arms beneath his shirt covered chest. "Dunno if it's true or not, though. So it could be a rumour, you never know," Fred informed Harry, and George mirrored his brother's actions with relative ease.
"But Dad sounded sure about what he was telling Mum, so it's probably not a rumour," George insisted his reasoning, glancing at his brother with firm eyes.
As Fred opened his mouth to respond, Harry was already growing more impatient by the second. He stopped Fred from speaking, his body leaning forward. "Can you please just tell me what Mr. Weasley told your Mum?" Harry began, exasperated with what seemed to possibly be a beginning argument with the twins. Even if he hadn't seen the two fight before and was curious to see them quarrel, he certainly wasn't willing to see it so late into the night.
"We were just about to tell you that," They both iterated in sync, and Fred continued on in informing Harry about the information they were withholding, "they said something about transfer students to Hogwarts, and they also mentioned it hasn't happened in more than a century."
More than a century...? Harry's eyebrows furrowed in thought. To add unto the strange happenings, new transfer students would be arriving? The arrival of new students had to mean something. Perhaps they were working with Voldemort, or Death Eaters. Then again, Harry couldn't outright declare someone as guilty. Proven by when he framed Snape when it was truly Quirrel, or when he had deemed his own godfather as the man who helped kill his parents when it was truly the coward Pettigrew.
Yes, Harry decided finally, I'll have to see these transfer students myself and make sure... Make sure of it myself...
"Some time between when Giotto created the Vongola and when Elena was killed by the attack, Vongola Primo and his guardians all attended Hogwarts, for a year."
Reborn took in the shock on some of his, for the time being, students. Not many knew of the First Generation Vongola's ability to do magic, or that they attended such a school. In fact, the only reason he was aware of it was because he had read the only readable excerpt of the time the first guardians had at Hogwarts from a badly burnt journal that Ugetsu had written in so many years ago.
Giotto has invited us to stay in a school called Hogwarts in Scotland, it had read in one of the pages that wasn't entirely burnt, he mentioned it was a school for magic, which I did not doubt for a mere second. Giotto does not lie or make jest out of serious situations like these. While I am curious about whether I myself hold magical abilities, I wonder who will uphold the Vongola name while we are gone...
Out of pure curiosity, Reborn himself trekked on a journey to Scotland and found the castle himself so many years ago. That was when he first became closely acquainted with Albus Dumbledore.
"All of his guardians were there, even Alaude and Daemon Spade," Reborn continued on, marvellously ignoring the shock on their faces―it was getting a bit old, "and learnt how to do magic properly. As I believe you will all do. Now, allow me to skip ahead. You can read the rest in Hogwarts, A History. Yes, there are a few of the books hidden in the piles, but for the meantime, focus on the story I am about to tell you about the Boy-Who-Lived."
Reborn eventually fell silent, a glint in his pitch black eyes. A few of them watched him closely, wondering what exactly he was going to say. "Thirteen years ago, a boy named Harry Potter was born." He said mysteriously, finally standing with his back to them. "He was born to loving, happy parents. His father was James Potter, who was a pure-blood. Pure-blood means a wizard or witch whose parents are from pure wizarding families with no Muggle blood inside their bodies. As you should remember, from when I explained before.
"Now, Lily Potter was a different story. She was a Mudblood." The word sounded demeaning, even though they hadn't heard it's definition yet. Mud blood. It wasn't difficult to comprehend that it was intended to be an insult.
"The word Mudblood is actually an insult, and very offensive, especially since it means 'dirty blood'. The correct term to use for them is Muggle-born. Muggle-born means a witch or wizard born to Muggle, or normal human, non-magic parents. They are greatly hated by many purebloods because of the fact they were not born to magical parents, and people from Slytherin are not fond of them," Reborn explained fully, his squeaky voice actually keeping everyone interested. "Harry Potter himself, is considered a Half-Blood. He does not have pure wizarding blood, since his mother was born to Muggle parents. Continuing on..."
"Noted," Gokudera muttered quietly, jotting down as much information as he could.
"The next year after Harry Potter's birth, on October 31, something occurred. The Potter's friend, Peter Pettigrew, ratted out their location to the Dark Lord, Voldemort." Reborn's tone suddenly turned solemn. Tsuna could actually tell that things were going to go wrong, his skin turning to goosebumps. "Voldemort arrived in the night, killing James Potter first, using the killing curse known as Avada Kedavra."
Chrome gasped at that, genuinely feeling the entire story.
"He then proceeded to kill Lily Potter, using the same curse. After killing off the couple, he turned on Harry James Potter. The child was barely a year old..." Reborn said dramatically, still not turned to face the group. "And so, Voldemort uttered the curse to the baby. But it didn't work. And so now, Harry Potter is a fourteen year old boy, orphaned and with a lightning bolt scar across his forehead for the entire world to gawk at. As for Voldemort... well, I'm assuming he's gone for now. Many have attempted to bring him back to life, but those are just failed attempts."
The infant turned around, clapping his hands as his dramatic story-telling finally turned to an end.
Tsuna looked just ready to faint at the story, brown eyes holding just the lightest trace of fear at the mentioning of Voldemort. As for the others, well...
Gokudera was furiously writing in his notebook, finding the information undeniably interesting and noteworthy. "Amazing, I just read up on that killing curse," He gushed out, "can you believe it, Tenth? He was only a baby, but he didn't die. He's the only person in the world that managed to survive it."
"Y-Yeah," Tsuna managed out, mind constantly shifting to Reborn's words on Voldemort.
"Maaan, it sounds like this Voldemort guy needs someone to knock him down a few notches," Yamamoto declared after a moment, his fingers slightly tweaking at the pages of his book. He was bothered, but he didn't make it known.
While some of his fellow friends also didn't have a great childhood, Yamamoto did. He had a family, even though his mom was out of the picture. His dad made up for that, and he wouldn't have it any other way. But Mukuro, Chrome, and Gokudera ― their lives weren't the best. From having your family give you up for experimentation to your parents to not even being there for you, and along with your mother dying when you were merely a child, Yamamoto knew he had it easy. Unlike all the others... He just couldn't help, but feel sympathy for the group.
Mukuro grinned, his usual trident suddenly appearing in his free hand. "I'd like to take him down," He offered, much to Tsuna's surprise, "so I may be able to have his henchmen as my own."
"Of course," Tsuna deadpanned, realising he should've already seen that coming.
"Class, I'll let you have a lunch break ―" Reborn's words were cut off by the loud cheer Ryohei gave. He frowned, clearing his throat with ease. "Excuse me. Now, I'll let you all have a lunch break. Once you finish this informational packet on Voldemort, otherwise known as Tom Marvolo Riddle."
He plopped down several of the packets, which were smaller than the books to each of the guardians. Lambo took one look at it and glared at it, shaking his head. "Lambo-san doesn't wanna read this!" He exclaimed to Reborn, shoving it away with his hands petulantly.
"Reborn, don't do anything ―" Tsuna began worriedly.
But Reborn merely smiled coldly at Tsuna before turning his gaze on the defiant child. Swiftly, he chucked a Leon-transformed ball at Lambo's head. It hit its mark right on, which unfortunately happened to be Lambo's forehead. Oh god not again, Tsuna thought, waiting for the waterworks that were soon to pop out.
Lambo bit his lip, before pointing a finger at Reborn angrily. "Abada Kevabla!" He cried out, obviously waiting for Reborn to magically die or combust right on the spot.
Nothing happened.
"That's not the right way to say it," Yamamoto explained after a moment or so of the silence, easily erupting it with his obvious commentary.
Gokudera turned on him, suspicion written all over his face. "How would you know? Are you an evil wizard?! Tenth, I'll protect ―"
"Seeing as how I'm not dead," Reborn loudly said, making sure the attention was back on him and that he had effectively drowned out the worries of Gokudera, "I wanted to say that this packet is for Chrome." He gestured a hand for the eye-patched girl to take one of the stacks of paper.
Chrome gave him a small smile of thanks as she took her copy, her good eye trained on the words to get started on the new information. Most of the guardians took it without hesitation, except for Hibari, who was taking his midday nap after Harry Potter's story. Reborn merely encouraged him to read it when he had the time, proceeding to shove the papers at Ryohei.
Tsuna actually accepted it nervously. He was going to read up a man, a man who he had just recently heard of that mercilessly killed a couple and attempted to kill their baby. That didn't seem normal. It probably wasn't even his first time killing someone; that made Tsuna absolutely sick to his stomach.
He flipped open the pages of the packet after reading the small font across the cover that simply read Tom Marvolo Riddle and below it, "The Dark Lord Voldemort". The next page was full of words, and Tsuna nearly groaned at how long it was going to take to finish all of it. His stomach was either in pain from not eating, or his kidney had already managed to disappear.
Tom Marvolo Riddle was born to a Muggle father and a wizard mother. His mother passed away after childbirth, and his father had already left them when she was still pregnant. That left him to attend an orphanage until he was the age of eleven, which meant he would stay at Hogwarts for the better part of the year. While Riddle attended Hogwarts, he was sorted into Slytherin.
Tsuna thought back to what Reborn had told them about Slytherin. A Hogwarts House gleaming with students who tended to be ambitious, cunning, leaders, and craved power. Salazar Slytherin only believed in blood purity, which Reborn mentioned had managed to reflect on his House. Many students that were in Slytherin House also seemed to be, well, on the Dark side from what they had learnt.
The pages described in length of how Tom Riddle became Voldemort, and the heinous crimes he, along with his Death Eaters, performed. They wanted to purge the wizarding world of Muggle-born wizards. But Voldemort himself clinged to immortality... something no one can truly obtain.
At least Voldemort's not alive anymore, Tsuna thought, his worries slowly appeased by the fact the man had disappeared so many years ago. But his followers, on the other hand... They were still alive. If they still held the belief that Voldemort should rule over the wizarding world, then their attempts would either fail or succeed.
"Don't think so much about it." Tsuna's head jerked up to see Reborn, who had spoken and seemed to know what his student was thinking about. Reborn flicked Tsuna's cheek, and the fourteen year old rubbed the spot soothingly after he made a small noise.
Reborn uttered his last few words very firmly. "I'm not going to let you get hurt, my No-Good student." And Tsuna would have been touched by how genuine his tutor was, but Reborn continued on. "...At least not too much."