A/n: Hey guys, there a couple things I need to tell you before I go. One, tomorrow I will be going out of town to somewhere where internet is unreliable. I will be gone for a week, but I will hopefully still be writing while I'm there. Two, this story has nothing to do with Lambo Goes to Hogwarts, though I am working on chap 3 (I will try to finish it today). And last but not least, I want to thank the people who reviewed, as well as everyone else who read and favorited, cause that made me so dang giddy inside, and gave me a huge boost in confidence. THANKS!

Summary: When the Ministry decides that they need a judge who is unaffiliated with any of the schools, they reach out to Vongola Corporation, who run Cielo Ingredients, the largest potions ingredients supplier in the wizarding world.

Disclaimer: *ruffles through papers* I don't see anything that says I own KHR or HP, do you?

The Impartial Judge(s)

After both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had arrived, Dumbledore turned to the crowd and announced, "The last group of people to arrive will be the head of the Vongola Corporation, the company that runs Cielo Ingredients."

A murmur of excitement spread through the crowd. Despite the fact that a representative had already been there a few days, they were still excited to meet the boss of such an important company.

"What is taking them so long? According to what was discussed, they should have been the first ones here." Karkaroff was irritated that there would be an unknown as a judge. No one had seen the face of the newest boss yet, even though it had been a good six years since he took over.

"I assure you, they will be here. And if they don't show up, well... I will hunt them down myself." The smooth baritone voice that carried an edge of threat seemed to come out of nowhere to Harry. The person who spoke stepped out of the shadows and walked to stand beside Dumbledore. The man wore a Muggle suit with an orange dress shirt underneath and a fedora with a orange ribbon. Harry only recognized the strange (to wizards) Muggle clothing because his uncle would wear something similar for meetings, though it looked far better on this man.

He had said his name was Reborn (none of them believed him), and he was a representative from the Vongola Corporation. He had been at Hogwarts for the past week in order to iron out the agreement between the Vongola and the Ministry. He also had a habit of scaring the students by popping up out of nowhere. Truth be told, the students found it amusing, but only when it happened to someone else.

"There! Look! There's something in the sky!" One student, a Gryffindor First Year, pointed at the sky and shouted. As one, the heads of every person slowly looked up.

"Are those dragons? Please tell me I'm not seeing things. And if those are dragons, are those people riding them?" Harry turned to Hermione for answers as he struggled to understand the strange sight. Harry looked back to the sky just in time to witness the riders jump, the dragons disappearing right after.

"Dear Merlin! They jumped! Are they insane?!" Madam Maxine turned to Dumbledore and Reborn and plead with her eyes for them to save the people falling to the ground at high speeds. Reborn just laughed and indicated for them to watch, completely unconcerned about his boss currently falling to his doom.

The crowd could only stare as one figure angled himself upright and shot flames out of his hands, slowing his descent immediately. Another had started stepping down on purple clouds, while yet another was using a sword covered in some kind of water to ride to the ground. As the seven figures, each wearing a Muggle suit with different colored dress shirts, reached the ground, the one who had used the flames stepped forward, and got hit on the head with a hammer for his trouble.

"Dame-Tsuna, you're late."

The man (Dahmetuna?) on the ground gave a pitiful whine as he stood back up and took his hands off his head. He had the spikiest brown hair he had ever see (even among wizards), and was wearing a suit like the one Reborn had, except his dress shirt was a darker shade of orange. "I know, but there were some last minute problems that came up. Like Kyo-san and Mukuro demolishing half the mansion right before we left. Again."

The man motioned with his arms towards the tall black haired man with the scary eyes and the man with hair that looked like a pineapple. What kind of people were these that they could so casually destroy a mansion? And what did he mean by again? This has happened before?

"Kufufufu, it was entirely the skylarks fault for aggravating me," said the purple pineapple, dodging as scary eyed man swung some kind of metal bar at his head that was wreathed in purple flames.

"What did you say, pineapple? I'll bite you to death." Somehow, the man with scary eyes managed to make what he said clear despite the amount of growl he had put into it.

"Maa, maa, why don't we all calm down? We don't want to traumatize the kids, do we?" The other man with black hair, the Asian one with the sword and friendly gold eyes, draped his arms on the shoulders of the two who were fighting, effectively preventing them from attacking each other.

"My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada, I am the head of the Vongola Corporation, and these are a few of my co-workers. The man with the indigo shirt is Mukuro Rokudo, the one yelling extreme is Ryohei Sasagawa, the one with the red shirt is Hayato Gokudera, the man with the tonfas is Kyoya Hibari, the teen with a horns is Lambo, and the man who is laughing is Takeshi Yamamoto." Tsunayoshi pointed at each person as he introduced them and resolutely ignored the yelling in the background as more people joined in. His smile encouraged everyone else to do the same. "I apologize for being late, I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long."

"It's quite alright, my dear boy. Now, since it is a bit chilly, how about we continue this inside?" Said Dumbledore as he motioned the dazed students and teachers inside.

"Yes, what a splendid idea." Tsunayoshi's voice remained cheerful and pleasant even as he knocked out Mukuro and Kyoya. The crowd just watched as he single-handedly dragged the two inside. "Lambo, I'm sure they have some wonderful grape candy that you can only get if you come inside. Hayato, Takeshi, Ryohei... If you don't come in, you will be restricted from sparring for a week."

Lambo jumped forward and darted inside, shouting about candy all the while. After all, even after ten years, Lambo retained his insane love for grape candy. The other three men adopted expressions like wounded puppys and headed inside, complaining about the extreme unfairness all the while.

A/n You'll probably be seeing more of this later...