Yo, yo! I'm back and ready for this next chapter. A lot of you were glad about Harry finding a job and living with his landlady. Also, a lot of you corrected me on my use of "Arisu-nii". From now on, she will be referred to as "Arisu-nee" or simply "Arisu". Thanks for that, I can honestly say that there was a mix-up on my part. For that, I'm sorry. The romance will develop slowly, but not too slowly. Like, maybe around chapter 5 or 6, Harry will start hanging out more with them and, well, yeah. Also, I'll be staying in Harry's point of view. Any objections? No? Okay! Here we go!

I do not own Harry Potter or KHR.

Anger Management

"Harry-kun! Can you hand me that towel?" Arisu-nee poked her head around the corner from the kitchen to point at the towel hanging on the back of the couch. Harry, who was sewing his name onto his new apron, got up and carried said towel to the kitchen.

"If you don't mind my asking, Arisu-nee, what are you doing?" Harry blinked at his housemate.

"Cleaning," Arisu said. "I'm washing the dishes."

"Oh!" Harry jumped. "Do you need help? You could have told me, I would've—" Harry was stopped when a hand reached out and knocked him gently on the forehead.

"Calm yourself, now. I told you that I'd worry about the household stuff, didn't I?" Arisu grinned at him. "Besides, you have to get to school in a few minutes, right?"

Harry wrinkled his brow. "Okay, if you say so."

"Aww," Arisu ruffled his hair. "You're so cute!"

"Arisu-nee!"

It'd been about two days since Harry agreed to stay with Arisu. They'd gotten his little bit of stuff from the flat and brought it to the second room in Arisu's house. After mildly freaking out over the small amount of belongings he had, she declared that come the weekend, she would take him shopping for pretty much everything he needed. Even after his protesting, she stuck with the notion, saying that either he let her do it, or she'd continue the tickle torture she'd started when the word "no" started coming out of his mouth.

Masaomi had told Harry that he could start after school on Tuesday, given that it was alright with Arisu. She'd happily given her permission. They'd both been pretty happy about it and Masaomi was glad to have such a talented young baker on his hands.

"You'll definitely catch the attention of my best customers," he had said, handing Harry his apron. "With the wicked baking skills and the charm you've got going on there."

That statement had colored Harry's cheeks a rosy red and gotten a laugh out of Arisu while she agreed.

Harry had allowed Arisu to tie his hair back at the nape of his neck with a green ribbon. Apparently, the hair in his face was starting to urk her but he didn't want it cut short, so they'd agreed on the ponytail. It was true that Harry rather liked being able to see and Arisu commented that it made him seem healthier than he looked before. Arisu checked the clock.

"Oh, jeez! Here, take this." She handed the green-eyed teen a bento box wrapped in a cloth.

Harry looked at it curiously. "What's this?"

"Your lunch! You didn't think I'd let you leave without food, did you? Seriously, did those 'guardians' of yours give you lunch to take to school?"

"Urm." Harry rubbed his arms. "Y-yes. It w-wasn't much, b-but—"

"No 'buts', Harry-kun. Take it and go or you'll be late." She cheerfully shooed him out the door and went back to cleaning.

Harry caught himself before stumbling down the steps. He carefully stepped down and looked skyward. It was a bit sunny for the beginning of February but he didn't mind. The sun made felt nice after being cooped up in a dark room for the majority of his life. He sighed and spread out his arms, taking in the warmth. So nice. He started walking taking in the morning air and the sight of people going off to work and school. He decided that he liked the sight. It was a friendly one; people waved at him and greeted him with the standard "Ohayo". He was content in this new place. His former fears were dwindling and he let out a small smile. Today, he wouldn't be late for school and give Hibari the chance to bite him to death and he hoped that he'd run into Tsuna, Takeshi, and Gokudera but it was known that the spiky-haired teen was frequently late and that Takeshi and Gokudera (for some reason) seldom left his side. Either way, they'd run into each other at school and Harry was hoping they'd let him join them for lunch once again.

Given that Harry was new to Namimori, he didn't know the random things that happened in the seemingly normal town. When he'd seen Tsuna running in his boxers with his hair on fire the day before, Arisu-nee had told him that it happened a lot. He'd never witnessed the insane things that happened in the town and was therefore thoroughly surprised when he heard the word "extreme" being yelled before he was bowled over and knocked into another person. All three people fell into the street, tangled in a mix of limbs and bags.

"Ouch," Harry groaned, rubbing his head and carefully sitting up. He'd gotten over the pain of the concussion given to him by Hibari, but it still made him dizzy when he hit his head.

"I'M EXTREMELY SORRY!"

Harry winced and looked at the owner of the loud voiced apology. The person was a student, judging by his uniform, and a year or two older than him. He was tall and tan (kind of like Takeshi) with short, white, spiky hair and grey eyes. A scar ran through his right eyebrow, curving down toward his cheek. There was a bandage on his nose and wrapped around his arms and hands. He flashed a smile and reached out to give Harry a hand.

"It's okay. Thank you."

The third person groaned and shakily stood up. It was a girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in uniform, but not the same as Namimori Middle's girls' uniform. Harry turned to her and bowed.

"Sorry for running into you," he said.

The girl cocked her head at him before grasping his hand.

"Hahi! Do you live with Tsuna-san? Haru has never seen you before."

Harry's eyes widened before he gently pulled away.

"D-do you mean Sawada Tsunayoshi?"

"Yosh! You know Sawada?" asked the white-haired guy.

"Y-yes. I just met him last week when I m-moved here." He looked at the girl, Haru. "Why did you think I lived with him?"

"Well, Tsuna-san's house has all the cute things in it, desu. You look like you belong there."

Harry turned red. "U-um, cute things?"

"Yes! Like Tsuna-san, Lambo-chan, I-pin-chan, Reborn-chan, and Fuuta-kun. Sometimes Colonello-chan comes by, desu. You'd fit right in. What's your name?"

"Potter Harry."

"I am Miura Haru, desu!"

"Sasagawa Ryohei!" yelled the white-haired guy.

"Nice to meet you both. I-I assume you're headed to school?"

"Yeah," said Haru. "I walk this way, but I don't go to Namimori Middle."

"I WAS RUNNING TO NAMIMORI TO THE EXTREME!" shouted Ryohei, pumping his fists. "LET'S WALK TO TOGETHER!"
Harry smiled a bit and started to hold out his hand before letting it swing back to his side. Even when he turned fifteen, his Aunt Petunia still grabbed his hand and dragged him places. It wasn't as if she cared either; she never wanted to be seen with him out in public and when she had to take him, she dragged him to make sure he kept up with her fast pace so that they could go and get back quickly.

It wasn't until Haru grabbed his right hand and Ryohei grabbed his left that he realized that the small gesture had been seen. It was all he could do not to fall and be dragged. It wasn't an Aunt Petunia kind of drag that said "Hurry so you can get back in your hole". It was more like, "C'mon, Harry, we want you with us". He kept up with their pace and it wasn't long before Haru had to split from the trio and Harry was being led onto the school grounds by Ryohei, who busted into his classroom with no shame, Harry behind him.

"SAWADA!"

Class hadn't officially started yet, so students were still lingering out of their seats, talking to each other about their weekends. A lot of them looked up when the older teen entered before going back to their conversations. Apparently, this wasn't uncommon either. Ryohei pulled Harry to the back of the classroom where he could see Tsuna and Takeshi conversing with two girls. The four of them looked up.

"Onii-san!" Tsuna smiled

"Onii-san?" One of the girls walked up to Ryohei. She was a bit shorter than Harry, with short, light-brown hair and brown eyes. She smiled. "Onii-san, did you run around town again? I left after you, but I got here first."

"Kyoko! I did three extreme laps around town!" He grinned down at her, obviously satisfied.

Onii-san? This girl was Ryohei's little sister? And they were Tsuna's siblings? But, why was Tsuna's last name different? They didn't seem to have any similarities. She peeked around Ryohei and tilted her head curiously at Harry.

"Who's your friend?"

"Huh? Oh, this is Potter, to the extreme! Sawada knows him."

The girl smiled. "Hi, Harry. I'm Sasagawa Kyoko." She held out her hand.

"P-Potter Harry."

"Ohayo, Harry," said Tsuna.

"Yo, Sempai! Yo, Harry," called Takeshi, waving. "How are you feeling, today? Your head still hurt?"

"H-hi, Takeshi. Hi, Tsuna. I feel fine, don't worry about me. I'm better than I was on Friday."

"That's good," said Tsuna. "I like your new hairstyle."

"So, Harry, are you joining us for lunch?" Takeshi smiled hopefully.

U-um, if you want me to. I don't want to intrude." He made to put his hands up in a surrendering gesture, but couldn't because Ryohei still had a hold of his wrist. The older student didn't seem realize it.

"U-um, Sasagawa-sempai?" Ryohei looked down and Harry held up their still connected hands. "D-do you think I can have my hand back? I kind of need it." Ryohei blinked before releasing his titan's grip.

"Call me Ryohei, to the extreme!" He pumped his fist again and whacked Harry on the back, causing him to stumble forward and nearly fall into Tsuna. A hand caught his shoulder and he looked up to see Takeshi, laughing and holding him steady.

"Maa, maa, sempai," he said, releasing the smaller teen.

Ryohei laughed and turned to make his way out of the classroom. "See you at lunch, to the extreme!"

The group waved as he left. Tsuna turned to Harry.

"I see you've met Onii-san."

"Y-yeah. I didn't know you had a brother."

Tsuna's eyes widened. "Oh, no! He's not my brother!"

"But, you call him "Onii-san"," Harry pointed out. He tilted his head.

"Well," Tsuna rubbed the back of his head. "He's really Kyoko-chan's brother, but he's like a big brother to everyone so I just call him that."

"Oh. I get it," Harry smiled a little. He kinda wished he had a brother. "Oh! Tsuna, I met someone else who said they knew you."

"Really? Who?"

"Um, someone named Haru. She thought that I lived with you."

Takeshi laughed. "Hahaha! I wonder why."

You met Haru-chan," asked Kyoko. "She's my cake buddy!"

"Y-yeah. She said th-that Tsuna's house was f-full of c-c-cute things and that I'd f-fit right in." He turned red and averted his gaze toward the window. Kyoko giggled.

"It's true. Tsuna-kun's house has lots of cute things in it." She patted his hand. "You should see them all. No wonder she thought you lived there."

Tsuna and Takeshi chuckled a bit as Harry turned even redder. He decided to steer the conversation away from him.

"S-so, where's Gokudera-san?"

Takeshi laughed again and Tsuna sweatdropped.

"Well, Gokudera-kun's sister came for a visit and he's sick." Tsuna shrugged. "It's kind of complicated."

Harry was curious but decided that it wasn't his business to dwell. At that moment the teacher came in and class officially started. Harry slid into his seat behind Tsuna and pulled out his notebook to take notes.

*****K.D.'s page break******

"Excuse me, Potter-san?"

Harry looked up from his notebook. It was nearing lunchtime and his stomach was protesting every second longer it had to wait.

"Yes, Shima-sensei?"

"Can you take these papers down to the Boxing Club room?" Shima held out a stack of papers. "I'll write you a hall pass."

Harry stood up and accepted the items from his teacher. He looked back at the classroom before leaving and caught Tsuna mouth "Watch out for Hibari-san" to him. He nodded. Despite being new, Harry knew where every room was. He'd memorized them when he was given a tour by the principle just in case he'd ever needed a place to hide from bullies. He took a couple of turns and went down some stairs and finally arrived at the club room. He called out to see if anyone was there but received complete silence. Shrugging, he went further inside. In the middle of the room was a boxing ring. He gaped at it, almost dropping the papers on the floor. He'd only ever seen an actual boxing ring on television, once when he'd walked past Dudley's open room door.

He inched towards it cautiously, looking around to see if anyone was lurking around. He touched the red ropes, pulling them towards himself and feeling along them. He placed his hand down on the floor of the ring, knocking on it. The place smelled like sweat and the stuff that boxing gloves were made of. It wasn't that bad a smell and he preferred it to dirty laundry that he used to have to do.

A movement to his left caught his eye and he spun around. A sandbag was standing in one corner, swinging back and forth. No one was around, but it wasn't doing that a few seconds ago. Harry involuntarily shivered. He was scaring himself. All he had to do was find someone to give the papers to. The sandbag moved again. Harry let eeped and jumped away from.

This place is creepy, he thought, I wish someone would show up.

As if on cue, a door slammed open to his left and someone ran in.

"EXTREME STEAM RELIEVER!"

Harry heart's skipped a few beats at the sudden yell, but then went back to normal at the familiar tone of voice.

"R-Ryohei-sempai?"

The white-haired teen came into Harry's view with a confused look on his face that quickly changed to his normal fiercely excited one.

"Potter! What are you doing here, to the extreme?"

Harry mentally sweatdropped. Does he include the word "extreme" in every sentence?

"Um, Sh-Shima-sensei asked me to bring these papers to s-someone down here. I'm guessing the president of the c-club."

"That would be me, to the extreme!"

"R-really? Well, then, here." He handed the stack to Ryohei and turned to leave.

"Thanks, to the extreme!"

"Um, y-you're welcome." Harry passed the sandbag on his way out and he stopped to stare at it. It was motionless now, sitting there quietly. He squinted, trying to see if anything had moved against it to make it swing. He couldn't find anything. Something wrapped itself around his shoulders. Startled, he looked up to see Ryohei grinning down at him.

"Why don't you try hitting it, to the extreme?"

"H-hitting it?" Harry winced. "N-no way! It would barely move, anyway. Besides, I don't really like v-violence."

Ryohei laughed. "Then don't think of it as extreme violence. LET OFF SOME EXTREME STEAM!" He let out a "YOSH!" and punched the sandbag with a right hook. It swung around and Harry and to step back so he wouldn't get hit. Ryohei laughed again and produced a pair of boxing gloves from seemingly nowhere.

"Have a go!" He slipped the gloves onto Harry's hands ("Small hands are extremely good for speed!") and tied them in place.

Harry stared at the sandbag with wide eyes. Did Ryohei really expect him to actually hit it? He looked at the older teen, who was showing him a god starting pose. He gulped. Apparently so. He copied Ryohei's stance and took another long look at the bag before shutting his eyes and moving forward with his fist clenched in front of him.

There was a loud "whump" and Harry pulled back and cradled his pounding hand. Ryohei looked at him, grey eyes wide arms crossed over his chest. It took a few seconds for them to see the sandbag swinging toward them and Ryohei yanked Harry back by the collar.

"Yosh! That was extremely awesome!"

"Huh?" Harry stumbled backwards and stared up at the white-haired teen. "What was?"

"You punched it extremely hard. Nice job! Do it again!"

"A-again? Are you sure? I mean, didn't you come down here to do something? I don't want to waste your time."

"Bah! This is extremely more important than that! Go on!"

More important? I'm more important? Harry looked over Ryohei's expression to see if he could find any sign that the upperclassman was lying. There was none. He turned to the sandbag and took the stance again. He punched the bag again, the pain in his fist number this time. He hit it again.

This is kind of weird. It's like, beating someone up. Not that I would know. WHUMP! I'm usually the one getting beat up. Like I was the sandbag. WHUMP! Yeah, this is how Dudley used to hit me. WHUMP! He used to beat on me like this all the time. WHUMP! I never got the chance to hit him back. WHUMP! Not like this. I wish I could've. WHUMP! I wish I could've hit him in his stomach. WHUMP! Or his face. WHUMP! His evil. WHUMP! Ugly. WHUMP! Fat. WHUMP! Mug! WHAM!

The bag flew up and Harry stared wide-eyed at it. He'd actually made it move! He watched as it soared upwards, then came back towards him. He scuttled back away from it until he hit Ryohei's chest. The upperclassman gaped at him. They stood in silence for a couple of seconds before he started laughing.

"THAT WAS AWESOME TO THE EXTREME!"

Ryohei pumped his fists and slung his arm around Harry's shoulders again. Seriously, this guy had more personal space issues than Takeshi. At least he knew when a person didn't want to be touched.

"Can you let go of me, sempai? I need to get back to class."

Ryohei let go and grinned again. "You should join the Boxing Club to the extreme!"

"Eh?" Joining the Boxing Club? He couldn't be serious, could he? Harry gulped. Of course he was serious. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm no good, so it would just be a waste of your time."

"No way! I extremely think you should join. You have talent and I can see that you could use a way to let off some extreme steam!"

Harry gaped. Ryohei was giving him such a vibrant and extremely (oh no, now he was doing it) friendly smile that it was hard to refuse. Ryohei really wanted him to join. This wasn't a joke. Harry felt the tears coming but fought them down as he choked out an "I-I'll think about it" before running out of the room and back to his class.

*****K.D.'s page break*****

The bell that signaled lunch rang and Harry found himself following Tsuna and Takeshi up a set of stairs and onto the roof. He was surprised to be hit by a small gust of wind when Tsuna opened the door, but was caught by Takeshi before he could fall down the stairs. Much to his embarrassment, Takeshi didn't let go of his arm until they were safely on the roof—and away from the stairs. He sat down next to Tsuna and took his bento out of his bag. Tsuna looked over at him with surprise before taking out his own.

"I brought an extra one for you just in case you'd forgotten yours again, but I guess you don't need it."

Harry turned red. "O-oh. I'm sorry. I-I didn't know you w-went through all that trouble t-to do that."

Tsuna waved his hands. "Oh, no, it's okay, really! Mama loves cooking and she really wanted to do it. We can share it between the three of us, right?"

"Yeah," said Takeshi, putting a piece of sushi in his mouth. "No worries, Harry."

The door behind them slammed open and they all jumped.

"SORRY FOR BEING LATE TO THE EXTREME!"

"Yo, Sempai!"
"Onii-san!"

"Hi, Ryohei-sempai."

Ryohei plopped down between Tsuna and Takeshi, his own bento clenched in his bandaged fists. Harry smiled when he saw the small bunny-patterned cloth that his lunch was wrapped in. It must've been his sister or mother's doing. Takeshi grinned.

"I have a baseball game this afternoon. Are you guys going?"

"Of course," said Tsuna. "Yamamoto's the best player ever."

"Extremely," Ryohei agreed.

Takeshi's grin grew. "Hahaha! Well, I'll do my best if you guys are there to cheer! I wish Gokudera could go, too." He turned to Harry. "Are you going?"

Harry blinked. "I can go?"

"Anyone can go," Tsuna said, "It's a school event."

"Yeah," added Takeshi, "We want you to go!"

"Yosh! Meet us here after school, to the extreme!"

"U-um, m-maybe."

Takeshi's face fell for a minute before he recovered. "Ahaha. Fair enough."

"So, Potter! Did you think extremely hard about what I said?"

"A-about the Boxing Club?"

"Yup! You should've seen him. He knocked the sandbag extremely high!"

"Really?" Tsuna raised his eyebrows.

Harry blushed. "I-it wasn't th-that big of a deal."

"Are you kidding? It was extreme!" Ryohei turned his biggest brightest smile at the green-eyed freshman. "So, what do say?"

"Well, if you want me to, I guess I can."

Ryohei pumped his fists. "Extreeeeeme!"

Takeshi and Tsuna laughed.

"Good luck, Harry."

*****K.D.'s page break*****

"A baseball game?"

"Y-yes. Two guys from class and a upperclassman asked me to join them." Harry rubbed his arms.

Arisu smiled down at him. "I don't mind. Go ahead and have fun, Harry-kun. But, just in case, who are these people who invited you?"

"Um, Sawada Tsunayoshi, Yamamoto Takeshi, and Sasagawa Ryohei are their names."

Arisu blinked at him a couple of times before she burst out laughing. He scooted back in alarm and stared at her. She clutched her pillow so hard that her knuckles turned white and she couldn't breathe.

"Oh, Kami! Sawada Tsunayoshi? The Sawada Tsunayoshi? The one we saw running in his underwear?"

"Y-yeah. What's so funny?"

"Hold on. You mean baseball-player Yamamoto Takeshi?"

"Yes, but—"

"And the boxing nut, Sasagawa Ryohei?"

"Yes, but what's so funny? Do you know them?"

Arisu shook her head, using her pillow to dry up her tears of mirth. Harry was certain that the head shake wasn't the answer to his question.

"Go on, Harry-kun, go on! Have fun!" She stood up and ruffled his hair, pushing him out the house.

"But, wait! What's so funny?"

She laughed again. "Keep hanging around them and you'll see." She closed the door.

"B-but, Arisu-nee! Arisu-nee!" He knocked on the door again, but all he heard was laughter. He sighed and turned around. This wasn't like all the times that Dudley had kicked him out of the house. Arisu wasn't locking him out to be cruel. In fact, she hadn't even locked the door. She wanted him to go have fun. Well, that was a first.

He directed himself to Namimori Middle where he could hear people yelling and cheering. Three people stood at the gates of the school. He ran forward and waved. A heads of brown, black, and white turned toward him and for the first time since arriving in Japan, he let out a huge grin.

*Dodging pink grenades* So sorry for the late upload! I've been really busy and-*dodges 10-year-bazooka* Darn it, Lambo! (Gotta give him his first OFFICIAL appearance—that thing in chapter 2 didn't count.) You did not hallucinate, Harry did indeed smile. Raise your hands if you can guess why Arisu was laughing. *Raises hand* Hahaha! Oh, I was disappointed. I was looking forward to an acceptance for that "Harry/Mori with Harry and Haruhi as twins" challenge I issued in the last chapter. *Sigh* You guys don't love me. I'm sad. Well, Read and Review!