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

And now I present chapter 3! Yay!

I've wrote this on my profile, but my updates will be vary sparse – I've started college so my main focus is that. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but I don't care. My education is my top priority.

~Nom Nom :3

PS: This is the Kokuyo Land arc, but I've decided to change it lots to fit with my story.


IMPORTANT: When either two or more languages are spoken:

"Japanese"
"English"
"Italian"
"Spells"
'Thinking'/'Telepathic Bond'


The Potter That Wasn't

Chapter 3: Kokuyo Land Part 1

Namimori, Japan

It had been three days since Toko had spoken to Nagi. For some reason, those three days felt much longer. It may have been because school was quite dull, or because the fan girls that he had to constantly elude, but he was missing her company more and more. She was easy to talk to (almost like Hermione) and fun to be around. She was smart, funny, cute, interesting, pretty, relatable, beautiful-

"Toko~!" Kyoko sang, popping in out of nowhere and interrupting his train of thought.

"What?"

"Hmmm…" She hummed, tapping her pursed lips playfully. "Anything on your mind?" She asked innocently. "Anyone beautiful or cute?"

Toko froze, his face turning red. Kyoko giggled evilly and sat down next to him, on the grass outside their home. "B-b… W…-" He flustered, words tying in knots on his tongue. Thankfully, Kyoko changed the conversation before Toko embarrassed himself more.

"We'll talk later." She said, her voice indicating that it was a promise. "Anyway, you'll never guess what happened!" She said, before promptly dumping a set of memories on him.

It was Kyoko watching Ryohei doing his boxing warm-ups. He was screaming his catchphrase 'Extreme!' every punch, gradually getting faster. Then, suddenly a white bird flew into the room, straight into his face. Toko couldn't stop himself laughing, and watching how Ryohei acted like a complete baby in front of the owl. Who knew that their insane-yet-protective older brother was scared of birds? However, he stopped laughing when Kyoko shouted the name of the bird.

Hedwig. Not only that, she had brought him a letter.

Snapping out of the memory-daze he was in, Toko immediately turned to Kyoko, who just held the letter in her hands. While he would love to see Hedwig again, that letter meant more to him at that moment in time. Tearing the parchment envelope, Toko greedily ripped out the letter and read it, smiling as soon as he saw the familiar elegance of Hermione's writing, and the scrawl that was Ron's.

My dearest Kyoko,

Oh how the days go by and I cannot observe you! Woe is I! A fleeting touch is all I require from your ample bosom, or a simple glance of your ruby lips. Oh, the woe! I-

I apologize for that, Kyoko. I would use a new piece of parchment, but Ron has been doing this to all of them. This was one he had decided to write Shakespearian. Believe me, it is better than him pretending to be a pimp.

Anyway, Toko,

How are you? It's been rather hectic here to be honest – Dumbledore is facing an inquiry about how exactly you managed to leave Hogwarts on his watch. Yeah mate, everyone thinks you're in the Carrabin! Hermione's idea, real brilliant wasn't it? Sorry about Ron's poor spelling, he thinks because this is not an essay, he can have bad grammar. Yeah, since Hermione became the grammar fairy, the children of the land have all been writing like princes, rather than the paupers they are. Oh shush.

But back to the point, how are you? Hedwig must be psychic because she wouldn't leave with a letter until recently. So either psychic or really smart – Dumdumdoor ha- sorry about that, Hermione just coughed when drinking her pumpkin juice. How uncivilised! Anyway, said headmaster has been trying to send you letters through Hedwig for days. Also, did you know you have a really sassy owl? Honestly, she looked at Dumdumdoor and I swear she did the head shake!

Yes. Ron did just call you own sassy, but ignore him Toko. Now, back to what I really wanted to ask- sorry, I had to fight Ron off there. But anyway, I assume you've found your family (it's why Ron wrote that first bit). What are they like? Your mother? Father? Brother? And how about your twin, Kyoko? Is she a babe? I'll just leave that in for Kyoko to see. Please help me murder him.

But really, are you attracted to her? Because recent muggle studies indicate tha- Please ignore her. She's been going on about it all week. Heck, she even dragged me to the local library to google 'Twincest' (need I say that we were banned?)! But that isn't it. She even aske Fred and George about it… Let's just say that their actions have haunted my nightmares ever since…

Ron's just being over dramatic. Please, it was only a question! How would I know that Fred would push George down and - BACK SATAN, BACK! Toko, please never approach this topic. Ever.

Drama much? Anyway, Ron actually has a point. Don't Twincest. Don't Twincest? Toko, don't verb. Actually, don't adverb or adjective either. …I really have no idea what Ron means sometimes… But anyway, please write back soon! Hermione just needs a distraction from the sexual tens-

Ignore him. Please, just ignore him. The whole of the Weasley family think I'm attracted to both of the twins. Ron isn't helping. Because it's true.

He will die tonight.

Lots of strong brotherly love from beyond the grave,

Ron and Hermione with ordinary friend love not beyond the grave and Ron. Don't forget the awesomeness that is Ron. Because heaven forbid that we do.

PS: Dad's taking us to the Quidditch World Cup! A showdown between the Japanese Shinigami's and the Bulgarian Shadows! You should come, we need to see each other again!

PPS: Even I'm going! It'll be exciting to see all the different cultures.

PPPS: Sexual tension.

PPSPS: Technically, it's PSPS not PPPS. Also, I'm going to kill him.

Toko laughed loudly at the letter, Kyoko giggling next to him. Toko could imagine them writing this (and hence so could Kyoko), the fighting over a quill, the shouting, the laughing… A sudden shot of longing ran through him, bringing Ron, Hermione and Nagi to his mind. Ron because it was his first ever friend, Hermione because of everything they'd been through, and Nagi because it was the first friend he made in Japan.

And Mukuro… He needed to speak with him…

But first things first.

"Tou-san, Tou-san!" He yelled excitedly, running into the house, dragging Kyoko with him. He found said father in his study, casually reading a book. "CanwegotothequidditchworldcupinEnglandandcanIseeR onandHermionethereandcanwe-"

"Toko!" Ryuu laughed. "Calm down, I can't understand a single word you're saying."

Toko took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second before starting again. "Can we go to the Quidditch World Cup in England later this year? I really want to see Ron and Hermione again!"

Ryuu had to stop himself from showing surprise and happiness. It had been about a month since Toko had come home, but it was the first time he had asked for anything, not a game, a book nor anything that caught his interest. But now something had, and he would be dammed to let it get away from him.

"Let me talk to your mother about it, but otherwise yes we can."

Toko jumped with excitement and rushed back out the house, dragging Kyoko with him. Ryuu sighed. He had so much energy that boy, almost rivalling Ryohei. Shaking his head, he began to formulate plans on how to get the tickets to the obviously sold-out venue. But, he was married to Misaki, formerly a Black, and the current head of house. That name still had a web of connections as vast as the sea, and she wouldn't hesitate to use them for her precious baby.

Because Toko was her baby, and a Black's love for family was one to be feared.


The Burrow, England

Ron and Hermione sat in Ron's room, quietly working through their homework. With nothing else really to do, they (an abbreviation of Hermione) had decided to do their work. Ron was in the middle of a Potion's essay describing something about belladonna (honestly he is going to fail the OWL, so why bother when the teacher is on Severus Snape?) when a familiar white blur appeared in the room quietly through his open window, making Hermione jump and squeak quietly.

"Hedwig!" She gasped, regaining her breath. "You scared me!"

Said owl just turned and looked at her, before shaking her head in a circle and flicking her wing at Hermione. Hermione blinked.

"Did… Did Hedwig just be sassy to me?" She asked in a small voice. Ron just snickered at her, before approaching the owl and removing the letter before Hedwig – just as stealthily as she came – left the room.

"Honestly, that owl is becoming more and more strange by the day…" Ron muttered before sitting next to Hermione and opening the letter so they could read it together.

Hermione and Ron,

How you two been? I've found my family, thank god! My father, Ryuu, is a wizard born from two non-magicals (muggles, for you two) and high up in both the government and a private company.

My mother is… well, you should sit down for this. She is called Misaki Sasagawa Neé Black, head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. My grandfather is Regulus Black, Sirius' younger brother – he apparently fell in love with a Japanese witch in the Death Eater's hands and freed her.

My brother, Ryohei, is… excitable. It's like Collin Creevy was like with Harry Potter – but with everything. Life just excites him. He loves saying 'EXTREME', capitals and all. And he is the best older brother ever.

As for Kyoko… she is Kyoko. And me. And I am Kyoko. It's rather confusing, with the Twin Bond and all. We share everything – knowledge, our memories, even our thoughts and feelings. It's sometimes hard to know what is mine and what is Kyoko's. But, hey, I'm trying.

Japan… Is just strange. Really, there is no logic behind this country. It's like someone blended crazy with insanity. I somehow have a fan club – a scary one at that. Apparently that's common here over someone who is remotely attractive (there's about nine for my class alone). Also, the school system is different. I mean, they start in April! Being used to British schooling, that just makes it weird. Also, I have discovered manga. If you don't know what it is, it's like Japanese comics, but they exits with every story line possible. And I mean that. Think of any situation that could be made, and there's a manga of it.

Also, I've made a friend (I think). Her name is Nagi. She is probably the only girl I've met so far that hasn't drooled over me. Her – twin? Brother? Someone close to her anyway – is called Mukuro. And I like them both but they're avoiding me. But never mind about that.

Anyway, I'm done. Write back!

Toko

PS: I think we're going to make it to the Quidditch World Cup! See you two there!

The pair in the room smiled at how happy their friend sounded. His grandfather was a shock, but to be honest, it was something that was going to be obvious, being related to an old Pureblood family.

"Eh?" Hermione muttered. "There's another letter here… Wait, there's more!"

Ron looked at her hands, his eyebrows raising when he saw two other letters, obviously feminine. They picked up the topmost letter and started with that.

Dear Hermione and Ron,

It is strange writing a letter to you two like a stranger, even though I feel like I have known you two for about three years. But, because you two are my brother's, my twin's best friends, I feel like we should get to know one another.

Hello. My name is Kyoko Sasagawa. I am Toko's twin sister, and I am a witch. I would like to become friends with you two (because with how close you were with Toko it feels positively awkward not being able to talk to you two like that).

Also, thank you for taking care of my brother. Mother does not know the extent of the abuse, but I do. Because of the Twin Bond, I lived through it too. Every meal that they withheld, every time they hit him, every time they shouted 'freak'… I sometimes don't understand how he could function after that. But, because of you two, he had an escape. A place to be himself, even in a world surrounded by his fame. And for that, I thank you.

Before I finish, I would like to warn you of something. The person that you knew is not who Toko is now. Because of my memories, because he knows a childhood without abuse, he is healing very quickly. But he still is healing. He has changed, but he is still the young, shy boy you met with on the train in the first year of Hogwarts.

Please write back soon, for both of us,

Kyoko.

PS: Ron, you may be hitting on my but remember, I know EVERYTHING Toko knows…

On that last sentence, Hermione saw Ron pale dramatically. Hermione quirked an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

The letter itself was like Toko's. It was so ridiculously similar that it was like it was Toko addressing them. But Hermione was relieved about the Twin Bond he had. Toko had someone he could wholeheartedly trust, someone who knew and (technically) lived through the situation, and is helping him heal. It was about time that he had someone like that. A family.

"Hermione look!" Ron breathed, handing her the other letter, pointing at the bottom.

Ryuu Sasagawa.

Quickly, she read through the rather short letter.

Dear Ms Hermione Granger and Mr Ronald Weasley,

This is a large thank you from myself, my husband and my son about Toko. He has told us about you two, about that… school (The way school was written with such malice made Hermione shudder.) and the old man running it, and how you two have stuck by him through everything. And for that, for being probably the only two constant people in my son's life, we thank you.

Misaki, Ryuu and Ryohei Sasagawa,

The Sasagawa Family.

Hermione smiled softly and looked at Ron.

"He finally has a family now." She said softly. "A family that loves him. It sounds like, for the first time in his life, he's happy."

Ron nodded. "Which is why we shouldn't mention anything to destroy his peace."

Ah. She knew exactly what he meant. The Daily Prophet had only reported two stories over the last week (somehow making up a 50 page newspaper each day): the disappearance of Harry Potter, which had theories from him being in Cuba on holiday to being scouted for the Italian Mafia; and the breakout of MM.

MM was an assassin of muggles, using magic to kill her pray (hence why she was so good). She was caught about five years ago, when she was hired to murder a wizard by a muggle. After spending five years in Azkaban, she escaped through unknown means and was rumoured to be heading to Japan.

Japan – the country where Toko is.

"Yeah…" She agreed, against her better judgement. The pair knew because it was Toko, he would be drawn into the mess. They could only hope that he wouldn't, but their friend had a unique ability to break all expectations.

It also didn't help the situation that the contract she was caught on was the assassination of one Ryuu Sasagawa.


Namimori, Japan

It started when Ryohei was attacked.

Well technically it started beforehand.

It had been about three weeks since Toko had found his family. Both he and Kyoko were talking during their lunch break, about a girl called 'Haru' that she was determined to introduce him to (one that he would hope to avoid if her memories served him right) when Gokudera finally decided that he had to talk to Toko.

"You."

That one word punctured all conversation in the classroom, deflating it like a balloon. Tsuna began to cringe at the look on his face, while Yamamoto frowned. Hana (she insisted on getting Toko to use her first name, to all the girls in the school's envy) narrowed her eyes, and even Kyoko's smile became frosty on her face. The girls in the room all glared at the offending silvette (who was fast losing his fan cub).

"Me?" Toko asked, raising an innocent eyebrow.

"Yes, you." He lent in with his eyes narrowed. "You're with MM, aren't you?"

Seconds passed before Toko cocked his head to the side in question. "Who?"

"Don't lie to me!" He shouted, picking up Toko by his shirt and shaking him. "I know that Mr Sasagawa was her last target! I know that she wants to kill him to complete her failed contract!" His glare turned deadly. "The Sasagawa family is under the Vongola's protection. You mess with them, you mess with the Vongola."

Toko breathed shakily before speaking. "Gokudera-san, I-I'm not lying, I swear! I am with m-my family… I don't even know who this MM person is!"

"Don't lie!" He roared. "No one with a family has battle scars like you do!" He shouted, before doing something that made Toko's world fall apart.

He ripped Toko's shirt off.

Kyoko realised what he was doing a little too late. Before she could even stand up, Gokudera ripped Toko's shirt cleanly down the side, revealing to his eyes Toko's body. The girls in the class were ready to squeal, but it died in their throats as Gokudera blocked the way, and so they tried to crane their necks. Gokudera was about to cheer in triumph, but froze when he saw what was actually on the boy. On the too thin body, was words carved deep, almost to the bone, in English.

Dirty.

Freak.

Trash.

Worthless.

Die.

In shock, Gokudera dropped the boy – only realising how light he was now – before rounding on Kyoko with fury in his eyes.

"This better not be your family who did this." He hissed, his voice so cold and dark that it made the room cool a few degrees. It was enough to make even the furious Kyoko (who was prepared to skin Gokudera alive) falter.

Toko, however, took this opportunity to cover himself up and run out the classroom, tears pouring out his eyes. Kyoko made to follow him, but Gokudera violently grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back.

"Who. Did. This." He hissed with such malice, the people who began to rise to help out their classmate froze. The tone of voice he used promised something dark, something evil. Tusna at the back of the class shivered at the voice, while Yamamoto glared, no smile in sight. Reborn looked on from his hiding space in confusion – he could always tell what Gokudera was thinking, but not now.

Kyoko was about to respond with a 'Fuck you', but the look in his eyes made her pause. There was something in it that reminded her of the way Toko looked like when talking about his past, a haunted look.

Gokudera knew what it was like, she realised.

So, instead, she pushed him off, got a piece of paper and scrawled on the names and address of the Dursleys in English before handing it to him.

"Make it hurt." Kyoko said in the same voice that Gokudera used, making it sound almost deadly. And, because no one understood anything but those words, it carried something deeper to them.

Kyoko knew what she was getting into. She was handing the lives of those people over. Her parents didn't know the extent of the abuse (somehow Toko's magic had cloaked many scars from view, from years of being ashamed of them and were just recently showing them all as she let her magic heal his skin) so they would just do legal action. But she wanted them gone.

And by the look in Gokudera's eyes, that will happen.

Nodding to one another, Kyoko sat down again, after feeling Toko relax, while Gokudera left the room. Silence remained before slow chatter erupted, all students staying well away from Kyoko due to the sheer aura she was emitting. Hana just narrowed her eyes in thought. It appeared that her friend had forgotten that she was fluent in English, and had saw the address that Kyoko had wrote down, as well as the names.

It appeared that she had her own digging to do.


Toko ran. He didn't know where, he just ran. He needed someone that wouldn't ask questions, who knew what it was like to be hurt. Someone to just hold him, to tell him he was alright and was going to be fine. Someone like…

Nagi and Mukuro.

The pair were obviously runaways. That means there was a reason behind running away. They wouldn't ask. They may have not spoken for about a week, but they would help him in his time of need.

He needed to find Nagi and Mukuro. He needed to find Nagi and Mukuro. He needed to find Nagi and Mukuro!

There was an unsettling squeezing sensation where it felt like he was being pushed through a small pipe, a loud crack and suddenly he had fell onto his butt. Tears still clouding his vision, he buried his face into his hands before breaking down.

"What…?" He heard, a familiar voice breaking through his sobs. A strong pair of arms wrapped around him, and Toko felt himself instinctively relax.

"Toko…" A voice murmured in his ear, and he was surprised to realise that it belonged to Nagi. "What happened?"

Rubbing his eyes on his shirt, Toko finally noticed the position he has in. He was sitting on Mukuro, whose arms were soothingly rubbing his back, while his face was next to Nagi, who was busy wiping away his tears. All in all, it was a rather suggestive position. When he tried to move, however, Mukuro's arms refused to budge and when Toko shot him a confused look, all he got in return was a cocky raised eyebrow.

"Toko." Nagi said again, more firmly this time. "What happened?" He noticed her eyes focusing on his ripped shirt with a dark look.

"No, no!" He quickly reassured. "Nothing really bad happened. Just someone was a little…" He trailed off, not really knowing what word to use. Touchy? No, that implied something else. Rough? But he wasn't that rough.

During his thoughts, he missed the significant look that both Nagi and Mukuro shared, and only snapped out of them when Nagi began to speak.

"Toko, look at me." Nagi ordered, her tone sharp. Instinctively (from all his years at the Dursleys at hearing that tone) he looked to her, into her eyes. She stared at him with concentration for about ten seconds, as if she was peering into his soul, and knowing all his deep dark secrets. Then her face softened and she smiled. "Don't worry. I'll fix it."

Before he could open his mouth to speak, she gave Mukuro a significant look before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Blinking slowly, he turned to Mukuro. "Was that magic?"

He just chuckled. "Something like that." He answered cryptically, before leaning back on the chair, dragging Toko with him. When he shot Mukuro a questioning glance, however, Mukuro just pointedly ignored him, so Toko decided on looking around the room.

It was a mess, no nice way to put it. The walls were a dark blue colour, with the paint peeling and the wallpaper curling, and stains of everything covering them. The floor wasn't much better, with bare wooden floorboards showing, which were rotten through and showed through to the floor below in places. There was broken furniture all over, including an oven, microwave, two beds, a coffee table (which was missing two legs and thus was balanced using a concrete brick), a bookcase and the rather comfy looking chair that the pair were sitting on.

This proved to Toko that they were, in fact, runaways.

Toko remained silent, not wanting to embarrass himself, and tried to stand up on many occasions (all which were halted by Mukuro's hands) until his curiosity overpowered everything else.

"What's your relation to Nagi?" He blurted out, mentally flinching at how accusing he sounded.

"Hmm? Between Chrome-chan and me?" Mukuro mused. "We're close. Closer than most people."

"Are you related?" Toko asked.

"To a degree."

"Are you twins?" Mukuro shook his head. "Are you… lovers?"

Mukuro laughed at Toko, who was trying to not blush at the fact of how needy he sounded. "No, Chrome-chan and I don't have that relationship."

"Then what are you?"

Mukuro pursed his lips. "Hmm… We're like the same person."

"Is that some sort of reference to a cult or something?" Toko asked leaning back slightly. Mukuro just chuckled and shook his head.

"No, no. No matter how much you want it, Chrome and I are just normal people."

Ok, Toko may be stupid, gullible and slightly oblivious, but he knew hands down that that was a lie. But he didn't dare ask – they weren't that close, after all. So instead, he changed his question. "What about the 'Chrome' thing? Her name is Nagi… Unless she changed it."

Mukuro just smirked. "No, her name is Nagi."

Well, that was enlightening.


Surrey, England

Outside Number Four Privet Drive stood the most unlikely of trio's. The first was a teenager with silver hair and a cigarette in his mouth. He was dressed in clothes that were ripped and held suspicious bulges, which he kept a grip on while he glared at the ordinary house like it had personally offended him.

Next to him stood a girl the same age, with long black hair which fell to just below her shoulders, and violet eyes that others assumed were contacts. She wore a dirty school uniform that looked like it had been worn for a month, with obvious rips (that were not supposed to be there, unlike her silver haired friend) and dirt deeply engrained into the fabric.

The last was probably the strangest. Between the two teenagers stood a baby, no older than two years old, wearing a black suit with a yellow undershirt. A yellow pacifier hung around his neck, and in his hand was a gun that was almost the same size as him. Atop his head was a fedora which covered his face in shadows.

Now, Petunia Dursley was all about her image in the neighbourhood. She was the queen bee, nothing that she didn't want seen by others was seen, and no bit of information the neighbours got reflected badly on him. Heck, she had even convinced the whole street that the no good boy Harry Potter – a 'known delinquent' that should be home from his boarding school – was arrested for assault of a teacher.

But, having two unknown teenagers and a baby wait outside her house reflected badly on her. They looked hardly older than her Duddikins who was just fourteen, and yet they had a child who was old enough to walk! The only thing that reassured her was the fact that the pair looked like delinquents, and therefore she could just say they were the boy's friends. Still, it wouldn't stop the neighbours from gossiping before then.

Braving all her nerves (and secretly hoping they weren't any of them) she exited her house and approached the small – family? – and gave them what she thought was a stern look. "Can I help you?" She asked, internally relaxing once she realised that she hadn't stuttered or sounded odd.

The silvette just looked towards the baby. "I think this is the woman. Petunia."

The girl nodded. "Yes it is. Toko had a very deed hatred for her."

"Hmm. We must get in the house then." The baby replied. "It would not reflect well on the Vongola if we perform a hit in such plain view."

Petunia, on the other hand, just watched the three in confusion. They were speaking in a different language, and pronounced her name as 'Pa-too-nee-ah'. Not only that, the baby spoke, and even mentioned something about a clam (she had learned some Italian in her early years when she wanted to become a model, before she realised she didn't have the look).

Petunia snapped out of her thoughts when the girl turned to her and spoke in a quiet voice, in very unaccented English. "Mrs Dursley, may we come inside your home?"

Petunia looked scandalized. "Certainly not! I don't know you or your boyfriend."

The girl merely sighed before muttering something to the others. "Plan B then."

Picking up the baby, the girl began to cry loudly, making the neighbours nearby to look over. The she started to speak in a very loud voice, almost shouting at him. "What do you mean no? Your son Dudley did this to me, and not since my parents won't look after me, my brother here said that you would be the only other people to help me!" She began to get louder, drawing attention from everyone, who had stopped what they were doing and now were openly staring. "Please let me see him!"

Petunia had turned pale. She knew that the girl was lying (as much as she loathed to admit it, he son would be boasting if he had lost his virginity) but that didn't mean others didn't. She could see the scandal now, and by the look in the girl's eyes, she was willing to go further. And there was only one more thing that she could say, which could potentially destroy her son.

"Yes… Come in…" She said weakly, her voice sounding resigned if anything else, fuelling any rumours against her family. Maybe if she let them in they would help with her damage control. However, in her thoughts, she missed the dark look the three exchanged.

The four made their way into the house, where Petunia sat them in the living room while she ensured that no one could peak in and watch them. Once that was done, she turned to the intruders with fire in her eyes.

"Who are you to dare to do that?!" She screeched at them, making them wince at her shrill voice. "How dare you! My poor Duddikins will not be able to leave the house without the shame of being an underage father! I demand you to fix it now!"

To her surprise (and horror) the baby laughed at her. "Ah, Mrs Dursely. Petunia." He said in his childlike voice, somehow making it sound eerie and dark. "I feel like I must insist that we will wait for your son and husband to come home. We must talk about Harry Potter."

She blinked, and then looked down at the girl with a sneer. "Who are you to teach your son-"

She was interrupted by a loud bang and felt something graze her cheek. Gingerly touching it, she felt something hot and sticky there. Looking at her hand she froze in horror.

Blood.

"Please Petunia." The baby said in a very dark voice that caused shivers to travel down her spine, lowing his smoking gun that war real. "I insist."

Wisely, she nodded and sat down.

After about an hour and a half of silence – the three strangers sat perfectly still during this time – the front door opened with both her husband and son walking in.

"Hey, mum, is the freak home yet?" Dudley asked, oblivious to her wide eyes and her head shaking. "The neighbours keep glaring at me like I've done something."

"Dudley, Vernon dear." She said in a small quivering voice. "We've got guests. About the boy."

Vernon picked up on the quiver immediately and turned towards the 'guests' with a sneer. "Oh? Are you those freaks?"

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. In a flash, a long blade was cutting into his throat, had enough to draw a thin trickle of blood, which followed the curve of the blade (which he noted to be a metal fan). He began to sweat as she pressed harder, drawing more blood.

"What did you say?" She hissed, venom lacing the words.

"N-nothing ma'am." Vernon stuttered, his survival instinct shining through. The girl chuckled humourlessly and withdrew her fan (which he noted was an oriental design like Japanese nobles would use, one in wither hand).

"That's what I thought." She muttered as the two fans shimmered out of existence. She sat back down next to her companions (a baby in a suit and an obvious delinquent who was even smoking in his house – something he didn't even let Marge, his own sister, do) and smiled serenely like nothing had happened. The baby looked at them and gestured for them to sit (Vernon would've been furious if he weren't so scared – someone offering him a seat in his own home!).

"Now, the Dursley family." The baby began once they were all seated, pacing back and forth like a lawyer. "At 11:21pm on the 31st October, Harry James Potter was left on your doorstep by an Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore. At 7:30am the following morning you, Petunia Dursley, discovered this baby and brought him inside this house, correct?" Petunia nodded. "Indeed. However, for the last thirteen years you have been – to lack a better term – abusing the boy." He didn't phrase it as a question, and instead stopped pacing and looked towards the two adults. "Now, recent information reveal that the boy is not Harry Potter, but a boy by the name of Toko Sasagawa, a native Japanese citizen."

"Impossible!" Petunia shrieked. "The boy was identical to his father! He even had her eyes!"

The baby shook his head. "They're witches and wizards, Petunia. Magic can do anything… at a cost." He cocked his small head to the side. "However, that is not what we came to talk about. The child was kidnapped to use in plots bigger than him. Would you have, if you had known then, treat the boy like you did?"

Petunia opened her mouth to venomously disagree, but Dudley beat her to it. "Hell no! A freaks a freak. All they're good for is to be a punch bag or a slave!"

The temperature in the room dropped rapidly following that statement. "Is that so?" The baby said coldly. The three of them stood up and glared at the Dursley family.

"I am Reborn." The baby said. "I was your judge."

"I am Gokudera." The silvette said. "I was your jury."

"I am Nagi." The girl said, holding out her hands and letting her metal fans shimmer into her hands. "And I am your executioner."

The Dursleys all stood up and began to back away. Dudley tried the back door, but it refused to open even when he unlocked it. The window was the same, and was tinted a black like colour. He turned around to see Nagi standing right in front of him, her smile bloodthirsty.

"Let's have some fun Dudley…" She whispered softly into his ear.

No one heard the Dursley's screams, but they all saw the aftermath.


Namimori, Japan

Toko was returned to school in time for it ending by Mukuro. He didn't know how – it want any wizarding travel he knew of – but when he asked, Mukuro just tapped his nose and smirked. The bastard. At least he was kind enough to use the strange… magic? Could it even be classed as magic? Or was it like an ability… well whatever it was, he used it to cover him, leaving unblemished skin, and was scar free for the first time he could remember. And, without the ever-so-annoying lightning bolt scar on his forehead, he had no scars whatsoever. Funnily enough, it made him feel almost naked.

"Sasagawa Toko." A voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw the infamous prefect Hibari Kyouya standing a few feet behind him. Unluckily for Toko, they were in the direct middle of the school's courtyard and therefore an attention for everyone who began to crowd around to see the prefect 'discipline' the new student. And, from Kyoko's memories, he knew it would be incredibly painful.

"You were missing during class for four periods." Hibari stated calmly. "Truancy will not be tolerated, herbivore. I will bite you to death." He pulled out his tonfas (from apparently a pocket dimension because there was nowhere where they could've fitted on his person) and began to run toward Toko.

Now, Toko was no master of martial arts. Hell, he was no beginner of any type of fighting, but he there was one thing he knew: avoiding. Years of being chased by Dudley and his gang had taught him many ways to avoid being his, from every which angle and from every object imaginable. Instinct overrode his common sense and he began to do what he knew.

Hibari, on the other hand, was surprised. Not because he missed – because that phenomenon occurred every now and then – but by how he missed. There was about a hair's width between his tonfa and the herbivore, his tonfa just missing the boy. He tried again, and the same thing happened, but instead the herbivore had ducked, again by the width of a hair. Furrowing his brows, Hibari began to attack faster and with more force, and each hit still missed the not-so-herbivore. So he decided to go even faster.

Toko, on the other hand, was going all out. The prefect was getting faster and faster, his movements sharper and stronger. It was beginning to force Toko to use his not-so-rusty acrobatic skills, including handstands, rolls and shaky flips to avoid the tonfas.

Hibari wasn't going all out. He knew that if he did, he would wipe the floor with the boy. But, strangely enough, he was enjoying it. The close calls, the evasions, the unusual acrobatics… It was thrilling to see. However, the boy still broke a rule, and must be punished. Going all out, he released his tonfas with a fury and knocked the boy down onto the ground easily, making him roll away.

"Rule breakers must be punished." He said in a no-nonsense tone. "Ensure you don't break any more rules…" He paused for a moment, thinking about him. Sasagawa Toko was definitely not an herbivore, but he was not an omnivore yet, never mind carnivore. So that made him… "…herbivore, or else I will bite you to death." He was not happy calling the boy that, but he would not give him a title he did not deserve.

Turning away, the infamous prefect walked through the crowds, which parted for him.

Kyoko immediately ran up to her twin, almost gasping at the new memories she saw. The girl Nagi and the boy Mukuro in an abandoned building, Nagi's firm promise and Mukuro's cloak over Toko's skin.

"Toko... I gave Gokudera the address of the Dursleys." She said straight away as she crouched next to him, gently touching his bruising chest. She had thought her twin had come off incredibly lucky – he won't even need to visit a hospital for anything! "And with Nagi, I don't think that the family will survive the night."

Toko just smiled softly. "I know. And… I'm relieved. They won't come back to hurt me. They-"

"KYOKO!" A voice screamed, interrupting the twins. Both looked at the direction of the sound to see Kurokawa Hana running towards them. Her black hair was frazzled and she was panting, sweat lining her brow. "Kyoko, Toko! You've got to come quick!"

Toko froze. He had heard that way too many times at Hogwarts, and each time he had either almost died, saw someone almost die, or was blamed for almost killing someone he had nothing to do with. Yet, Kyoko decided it was in their best interests to go, and thus she dragged her twin while following Hana. It didn't take long for them to find the cause of her scream.

Ryohei.

Lying face down in a pool of blood.

Kyoko screamed.


From the rooftops, a boy huffed.

"We didn't even get the right person!" Said the boy, his voice incredibly high pitched, making him sound like he was a very young child. "I think you're losing your touch, MM."

"Quiet boy." Hissed another voice, this one coming from an older man, age apparent in his voice. "MM, if you had just let me use my birds, our target would've been dead by now!"

"Patience-"

"-little birdy."

That came from two identical voices, both impossibly deep and slurred, like they were drunk.

"Hmm…" A feminine voice hummed. "I like that boy. He looks so… delectable."

"What?" The boy screeched. "We're here to complete the contract you cocked up MM! We don't have time to play with the target's son!"

"Hmm, his son?" The woman – MM – asked.

"Toko-"

"-Sasagawa." The twin voices revealed, pronouncing it like it was a seductive taunt.

"Hmm… that boy… I want him." MM smiled. "He will be mine." There was twin sighs from the boy and the old man, but neither argued. They knew better than to question MM.

Because she always gets the man she wants.

Her mother taught her, after all.

She might even keep this one.


Ok, another chapter done!

Ok, as you can see, the Kokuyo Land arc is significantly changed in this:
* Reborn and Gokudera won't be there at the start (I don't know about the end yet).
* Mukuro is not the evil boss criminal escaped from prison, MM is.
* MM is a witch (can anyone guess her wizarding family? Hint: Pureblood).
* There is that boy (I know who he is but can anyone guess? Hint: he's a Katekyo Hitman Reborn character).
* Ken and Chikusa are not present so far (but will they be?).
* Toko is there.
* Kokuyo gang is after Ryuu Sasagawa not Tsuna.

So, all in all, this has turned out to be hugely different from canon.

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No OCs this chapter :(…

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The Letter:

Ok, this is sort of an itch for me in fanfics, if you will. Whenever there are two people writing a letter (usually George and Fred or Remus and Sirius) they write it in a way that it's like they're there in the room. In my opinion, real letters between friends aren't like that. What I did was both Ron and Hermione writing the letter in a manner that would both display their clashing personalities with a letter that is to a friend – one that they don't mind to see their fighting. Hence the letter. Also, they're kids. Would anyone (except Hermione) write a very stiff formal letter to their friend?

Gokudera's Reaction to Toko's Scars:

Gokudera was the son of a mistress, but raised in the father's home. His step mother would obviously resent him (a constant symbol of her husband's infidelity) and thus scorn him. And scorn turns to hate. Then, if she hated him, she would obviously show this to the young boy (who no one would believe as he would be a mistress's son, his word against the head's wife). Therefore, as a sufferer of abuse, he would want to protect his new family (the Vongola) from pain, more so than other people would – hence his severe loyalty and anger.

Nagi's Weapon:

I didn't want her to have the same weapon as Mukuro, but I thought she still needed a pole-like weapon. I first wanted a scythe with two heads at the top which had a continuous blade, but I figured that the double-headed scythe suited her better. Then I thought "Wait, Nagi's a girl. Shouldn't her weapon be more feminine?" Yes I know it is slightly sexist, but I see her as a graceful fighter. Hence, Nagi has two Japanese War Fans (the curved ones).

Dursley's Abuse:

In earlier chapters I said that the healers and Toko's parents said the abuse was not light, but wasn't that heavy either. They weren't lying – as I stated in the chapter, Toko's magic was to naturally hide all the embarrassing scars from those who he did not trust (meaning almost everyone). In Japan he had found his true family (people to trust) and thus the magic began to disintegrate (hence how Gokudera saw the full extent of it). And honestly, victims of abuse are usually embarrassed – they don't want to tell people. Toko had just met his parents, he didn't want to worry them more, and by the time he was comfortable with them, it was too late – he didn't want them to be upset for lying. Therefore, he hid it.