Harry woke up and found Xanxus curled up against him like a great cat. A tiger or maybe a liger, but definitely a big cat. Rather than be mortified like most would in his position, he snuggled closer. Something about the idea of sharing a bed (in a purely platonic, brotherly sense of course) was too tempting to resist.

He completely missed Daniela and Squalo taking pictures.

During lunch

"The mafia is actually a real thing?" said Harry in amused disbelief.

"Voi! Don't you know anything brat? The Vongola is one of the biggest names in the Cosa Nostra! We're at the head of the pack and we keep the other families in line!" said Squalo.

"You're not freaking out," noted Xanxus.

"Wizard. My quota of 'fucks to give' when it comes to crap like this died years ago. As far as I'm concerned, this is just more nonsense to add on top of whatever the magical enclaves throw at me," said Harry dryly. "Besides, I have yet to see a reason to care how big or impressive the 'Vongola' are. The only thing I actually care about is the fact we're family."

Xanxus grinned at the fact he had gotten Harry to loosen up with his language. And that despite the fact he was a 'civilian', he honestly did not care that he was a member of one of the biggest mafia familigias in the world.

"I think the Primo would have loved you," said Daniela proudly. "Anyway, because you've awakened your Dying Will Flames, or 'soul fire' I believe the Ministry called it, you're now one of us. It's nonnegotiable... even if you did try to escape, you would be dragged right back in because of your Flame type."

"...There's more than one?"

"Several. Though the ones that we concern ourselves with are classified as the 'Flames of the Sky'..." said Daniela, outlining the seven types.

"What do I have?"

"You have two of the rarest types, along with one we suspect is tied directly to your magic. Your Flame embodies harmony, which is the orange flame of the Sky, propagation, which is the violet Cloud and creation, which is the indigo Mist. Because of your Sky Flame, you will automatically be in danger from the Cosa Nostra unless you're already tied to a familigia. Skies are highly coveted for their Flame property," said Daniela.

Harry had a pained look on his face.

"Not again..." he said, looking very much like he would love to bang his head against the table.

Xanxus looked amused.

"Fortunately for you, you're already connected to a familigia. If it makes you feel any better, Xanxus and I have the same type, though his is mixed with storm and I am a straight Sky," said Daniela, eyes sparkling with amusement and some sympathy.

"So what does this mean?" asked Harry.

"To be blunt, nothing much outside of what you would already be trained for. Xanxus can handle your Flame training, at least until I can decide whether this 'Hogwarts' is adequately preparing you as a member of an 'Ancient and Noble House', as you put it. As of right now you're now in line for the right of succession, though you're more of a spare heir in the event Enrico and the others are taken out. If it makes you feel any better, Xanxus is ahead of you in that account," said Daniela flatly.

It did make him feel better. Outside of being a spare heir and having to go through the same lessons he would have had to go through anyway, nothing had changed.

Harry's expression brightened.

"Voi! What's with that look?"

"For once this sort of thing wasn't dumped on me alone, and I'm not suddenly expected to know 'everything' or told to be something I'm not. I'm not supposed to be some 'mythical' hero or expected to suddenly pull the family out of the ashes like some bloody phoenix. I'm just a spare that can be forgotten about," he said rather cheerfully.

"That's the spirit," said Daniela grinning.

Harry clearly had no interest in trying to become Decimo. So long as he had his family and his friends, he was happy with his lot in life.

"And to think... this is before we get into the subject of Guardians!" said Daniela.

"Or better yet, how you're going to have to deal with even more girls after you because of who you're related to," said Xanxus, smirking.

Harry openly groaned at that. The "Harry Potter fangirls" were very annoying and it was bad enough that some of them stalked him between classes. It sounded like he would have to deal with more people after him. Xanxus laughed at his misery.


Harry was halfway through his summer homework (he was making better progress since he the sooner he finished, the more Daniela would let him explore Italy with Xanxus and Squalo...and a few extra bodyguards sworn to secrecy) when he saw a very familiar owl.

Rather than let Errol in, he got up and went to find Daniela.

It seemed the Weasley finally figured out he wasn't in Privet Dr. anymore. Daniela's people were still looking for a dog fitting Sirius' description.

Harry thought it petty revenge that he didn't warn Sirius in their letters about the fact Daniela was planning to give him an earful once they found "Padfoot" and brought him before her. It wasn't like the mafia was going to give a damn about his supposed crime.

"What is it?"

Harry opened the window, allowing Errol to tiredly slump on the table with the letter in his claws.

"Ah. Diana, could you bring me the 'special' letter tools for unknown letters? I want the full work up."

"I doubt they'd poison me... but a port key might be possible," said Harry.

One demonstration of those was enough. He hated anything other than broom travel.

"What's going on?"

"Errol managed to find me, and as much as I love Mrs. Weasley she is a bit..." said Harry grimacing.

"On a scale of one to ten, how bad?" asked Xanxus seriously.

Harry thought of how to phrase this, then decided being blunt would likely be best.

"She's a nice enough woman, but she's overbearing, smothering and is hard headed as a pig with the voice of a banshee when she gets going. Generally speaking she sends at least three howlers a month to the twins alone. She refuses to support them in their efforts to make a joke shop, and with how creative and smart those two are they could easily outstrip the current ones. She would prefer all her sons became office clerks, which she considers a 'safe' occupation and she won't hesitate to keep anyone younger than her out of the loop because she think they're 'too young' to handle important matters," he said in a rush.

Okay, he loved Molly Weasley to a point, but she was not his damn mother and he didn't appreciate the fact she thought he couldn't handle being told the "truth" about Sirius last year. And he had the most uncomfortable feeling she'd be the first to suggest he marry Ginny, simply by din of fact that she looked and 'acted' entirely too much like his mother Lily and so she had a legitimate reason to smother him.

Xanxus winced.

"That bad?"

"I tried to help out with the kitchen when I stayed there summer of second year, and she refused to even consider that maybe I could handle a few chores. She rules her house with an iron fist and if her husband isn't completely whipped by her, I would honestly be shocked," said Harry flatly.

Daniela encouraged Harry to expand his horizons. So much so that she allowed him to take cooking lessons from her personal chef, and was already looking into getting him training in how to fly things like helicopters and small planes.

Considering what they told him about the Vongola, he would not be shocked in the least if after he got his pilot's license that he ended up with a state of the art, bomb-proof helicopter or personal plane that could break the sound barrier as a present. If there was one thing he'd dump a lot of money into, it was something he could fly.

It was probably a good thing Xanxus had yet to tell him that they could use Sky Flames to fly with minimal aid so long as they had something to channel it.

If he had, then it was unlikely Harry would ever touch the ground again.

"Voi! What's with the half-dead owl on the table?" asked Squalo.

"His name is Errol. I honestly have no idea why they haven't just saved up a few sickles to buy a replacement."

There was no way in hell that the Weasleys were that poor to the point they couldn't save up and simply BUY a replacement owl. Seriously, Errol could use the break.

Once it was confirmed that there wasn't a port key attached, Harry read the letter. He scoffed and handed it straight to Daniela with an irritated look on his face.

"Wow. A rather bold and arrogant woman. To berate a child not even her own blood as if she alone knew best... you did tell them that you weren't going to be staying in your previous residence, right?" asked Daniela.

"I told Hermione and Ron that I would be staying at my aunt's, and that I was unlikely to be in England until August at the very earliest. I have no idea where she gets off thinking she has a right to know where I am when I already told them I wasn't going to be in England. It's not like they cared before," said Harry frowning.

"If you like, I can help you dictate a reply and make it clear that it is none of her business," offered Daniela. The tone of the letter alone said that she would dislike this "Molly Weasley" greatly.

"According to this they were planning to 'rescue' me from my aunt's again, only to find out the hard way I wasn't there. They were going to invite me to the Quidditch World Cup," said Harry, looking at the letter again.

Daniela's eyes gleamed.

"Quidditch is your favorite sport, is it not? And I'm sure Xanxus and Squalo would like a chance to see what sort of people you've been dealing with until now..."

"So I should tell them I'd meet them at the World Cup, but I won't be staying at the Burrow? How would we even get tickets?"

"You leave that to me," said Daniela. "Though it sounds like port keys are an almost guarantee."

Xanxus' application for transfer was accepted, with a probationary period of one school year, to determine if Hogwarts was acceptable compared to his home tutors. He had enough magic to use most spells, but little interest outside of keeping his little brother safe.

It would be too difficult to hide Harry's existence from the main Vongola family if they also pulled Squalo out, so he was stuck in Italy. But he would be getting a "permanent" port key that would take him to Hogsmeade at least twice a month, preferably during the scheduled weekends and during holidays.

He didn't like it, but at least he knew Xanxus could handle himself.

"Hmph. Let's see this sport you're so fascinated about," said Xanxus.

"I will also be sending a few new blood guards with you. They at least will be competent compared to what I've heard of English Aurors," said Daniela.

"New blood?" asked Squalo.

"Muggleborns, according to the English," said Daniela.


Xanxus was deeply unimpressed. His reason being?

The English were all idiots. They were supposed to be in hiding, and yet they were stupid enough to have all this ostentatious crap out. Like the trash with actual freaking peacocks on his lawn.

What the hell?

"Please tell me this isn't the average intelligence level of the English wizards," he asked.

"Do you want a comforting lie or..." said Harry dryly.

He was wearing his colored contacts, and some water-proof make-up to hide his distinctive scar. That plus the minor tan, the clothes that actually fit and the different attitude from having actual family he could actually acknowledge being related to made it very hard to tell that he was the same underfed thirteen year old who left a few months ago.

To make it even better, he literally walked right past Hermione who went to get water and she didn't even recognize him.

On the plus side, he did see where they were camping so they could go visit later. His temporary bodyguard wanted him to stick close to Xanxus or Squalo, since they didn't want him to be swamped if he was recognized.

At least they got a tent with enough charms to make it damn near bomb-proof, with sound dampening charms that activated on command.

Harry did managed to get some omniculars, and they all made their way to the top box.

He had to hide a grin when he heard the voices of his friends.

"Where's Harry? I thought he said he'd meet us here," whined Ron.

"Yeah, it's seriously weird we haven't seen him yet," said Fred. Or was it George.

"Who's the short old guy?" asked Ron rather rudely.

Squalo twitched at that.

"Voi! I am not old! This is my natural fucking hair color, asshole!" he shouted in English.

Harry snickered, as did Xanxus.

"Seriously Squalo, if you hate people commenting on the fact you have silver hair, why haven't you just dyed it yet?" said Harry, laughing. Xanxus smirked at his Rain.

"Voi! It's a matter of pride! If they don't like it they can kiss my ass!" said Squalo loudly.

"Then quit bitching about people calling you old, shark trash," said Xanxus.

The twins were laughing...right up until they registered who the voice belonged to.

They started at the shortest of the trio, mouths agape.

"Harry?!" they said in unison.

Harry turned to face them a winked.

"Took you long enough. I walked past Hermione on the way past the water spigot and she didn't even notice!" he laughed.

"Who are you friends?" asked Hermione.

"I'm not his friend, trash. I'm his cousin," said Xanxus with a glare. He didn't like her tone at all. She looked like a really bitchy Lightning Latent too. The twins looked like they might be interesting.

"Turns out I have more family on my mum's side than anyone told me. My aunt agreed to take me in when I contacted her and I've been staying with her all summer. Xanxus is going to be joining us at school on a probationary period, since she's curious as to what the standards are like at Hogwarts from an outside perspective," said Harry.

"Where's your glasses?" said Ron loudly as they walked up to the top box.

"It's called contacts, Ronald. I'm assuming you're wearing the colored kind, since your eyes aren't green," said Hermione rolling her eyes.

"My aunt was pissed when she found out I've been forced to wear the wrong prescription for years, to say nothing of the state of my clothes. She practically forced me into a new wardrobe," said Harry embarrassed.

"Those weren't clothes...they were rags and you know it. You're one of us and there's no excuse for wearing that crap," said Xanxus, lightly slapping the back of his head.

"So where are you staying?" asked Hermione.

"Voi. We're only here so we can see what this Quidditch this is about, considering the runt went on and on about it."

"Where are you sitting?" asked Arthur. From what he could tell, Harry was perfectly alright, and he looked much happier than he did second year. Clearly this other "aunt" was much better at taking care of him than the one they met.

"Top box. The second Nonna said she wanted tickets, the Ministry fell over themselves to get us the best seats they could," said Xanxus gruffly.

"Nonna?" said Percy, unfamiliar with the term. If they were that close to the Ministry, perhaps it would be best to stick close.

"It means Grandmother. I get why you call her that, but I honestly don't think she looks that old," said Harry.

"Voi... and you wonder why you're her favorite next to the boss," said Squalo shaking his head.

"They even supplied the bodyguards without us even asking, recommending their top men," said Xanxus unconcerned. "Not like we needed them. From what I can tell we could have handled it."

"We're not even fifteen Xanxus. I'm pretty sure they're more in line with chaperons than guards. I still don't get what Auntie did to make them that nervous around her."

"That's normal," said Squalo dismissively.

"What family are you from?" asked Percy. Clearly they were very highly placed, if the Ministry jumped to hand over top Aurors to act as chaperons/bodyguards for teenagers.

"Too recognizable," said Harry immediately, which was the excuse Daniela had given him, though he did add "And if you knew enough to recognize Xanxus or his silver haired knight over here on sight, then clearly you wouldn't need to ask. I will say that it's ranked much higher than Malfoy ever would be."

"In your dreams, Potter," sneered a familiar voice.

Harry didn't have to look. He could just feel the smarm and arrogance from here. At least with Xanxus it was warranted.

"Hmph. You weren't exaggerating when you said he was a weak trash who has to hide behind mommy's skirts," said Xanxus with a sneer much like a dragon more than happy to demonstrate who the top dog was.

Draco took one look at Xanxus' red eyes and Squalo's eager shark-like expression to join in on some casual violence...and paled. He clammed up very quickly and sent cautious looks at them for the entire game.

Xanxus turned when he heard clapping.

"Teach us, oh wise one!" they said mock-bowing.

Xanxus let out a bark of amused laughter.

"I can see why you liked these two best," he said smirking. Harry grinned.