Ciaossu! I'm back with the next chapter. Waaaaahhh! I know, I know! I've been gone forever, but it's my computer's fault. That, plus I had to deal with moving this summer. Then I had some babysitting jobs and some work for a friend of my mom's and I've been busy! Please don't kill me; then I won't be able to finish this and you'd even more pissed off. Anyway, thanks for all of you who reviewed and who are keeping up with the story! I really appreciate it and I love you all for it! Harry has made friends with the Vongola group now, whether he likes it or not. Also, now we know that there's no way that Ryohei will leave him alone. Hahaha! On to the next one!

I do not own Harry Potter or Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Harry's First Job

Tsuna, Harry, and Ryohei looked down from the stands at the baseball diamond, waiting for the game to begin. Tsuna had thoroughly informed Harry (despite Takeshi's half-hearted protests) that Takeshi was sure to have the game in the bag. Ryohei had extremely agreed and they both had taken pleasure in praising the tall teen, causing him to profusely blush and Harry to giggle a little. That little scene had gone on until they had reached the diamond and Takeshi had to join his team while the other three found seats in the bleachers. Harry was still a little bit in shock that they had wanted him to come along and had voiced this to them.

"Of course we wanted to bring you along, Harry," Tsuna had said. "Baseball games are always fun to watch."

"Even more fun to play in," added Takeshi. "Besides, what are friends for, huh?" He flashed a grin at Harry.

The green-eyed teen went stiff.

"F-friends?"

"Yosh!" Ryohei clapped him on his shoulder. "Come on! You don't want to miss this extreme game!"

Now, sitting up high in the bleachers between Ryohei and Tsuna, watching the game start, he was really happy that they had invited him. Yet, something else was nagging him. Arisu-nee's reaction to the identities of his new friends made him curious. Exactly what reputation did Tsuna and his friends have in Namimori? And why was it so funny? The worse things started popping up in his head. Maybe they were wolves in sheepskin and he was being led on. He looked over at Tsuna who laughed and gave him a reassuring smile. No, there was nothing bad in those brown eyes. He glanced up at Ryohei, but got the same result. Nothing devious in the grey orbs. Maybe a hint of insanity, though. Hopefully, he was a good judge of character. He'd based his inspection solely off of what he would normally see in the eyes of any Dursley that looked at him. Be it Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley, or Aunt Marge, they always had that disgusted and evil glint in their eyes whenever they looked at him.

He didn't see any of that in Tsuna's eyes, Ryohei's eye's, or Takeshi's eye's. Even though the baseball nut was on the field, Harry could just think about the normally cheerful honey-colored orbs and know that there wasn't anything sinister there. The only person that he wasn't too sure about was Gokudera, but judging by the way the silveret acted, he was probably like that around everybody except Tsuna (which Harry still didn't get), so maybe he was nothing to worry about.

"Go, Yamamoto!"

Ryohei's yell snapped Harry out of musings just in time for him to see Takeshi making a full homerun. The crowd went crazy; shouting and clapping could be heard everywhere he turned and he vaguely wondered if everyone in Namimori could hear. Takeshi slid to home plate (which was unnecessary, seeing as the ball hadn't even been caught and no one was chasing him) and stood up, waving a hand and laughing. He was obviously having fun. After a few minutes of searching, they decided to put a new ball into play; Takeshi had hit it way out of the park.

It wasn't long before the game was halfway over and Harry found himself cheering right along with the rest of the crowd. At one point, Ryohei had attempted to hold Harry up in a Simba-like (1) manner so that he could wave to Takeshi. This plan backfired, however, when Tsuna intervened after seeing how Harry had frozen up when the older teen had grabbed him by the arms.

"How about you stand up instead, Nii-san? I'm sure Yamamoto will see you."

Harry rubbed his arm and mouthed Thank you to Tsuna. The brunet smiled at him and turned his attention back to the game. Takeshi was pitching now and Harry noted that Tsuna was looking at the batter in pity.

"T-Tsuna?"

He whipped around. "Huh? What is it?"

"Why are you looking at the batter like that?"

Tsuna laughed nervously. "Well, you'll see. Yamamoto's pitch is as good as his swing."

"In other words," said Ryohei, "it's EXTREME!"

"Really?" Harry looked onto the field. Takeshi's hand flung forward and let go of the ball. At first, it looked as though he hadn't thrown anything at all, but the knowing glint in Ryohei's and Tsuna's eyes said the opposite. The batter swung, but there was no sound of a connection. Behind him, the umpire had fallen on the ground, his mitt stretched out in front of him.

"Strike!" He yelled in a strangled voice.

Harry winced in sympathy. He hoped that the poor guy's hand would be alright. Takeshi stood on the Pitcher's Mound, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and laughing. The batter looked absolutely terrified.

"Does he know his own strength?" he asked incredulously.

"Sometimes," answered Tsuna. "He usually becomes really aggressive when it comes to baseball or fighting."

Fighting? "F-fighting?"

Tsuna's eyes widened. "Um, I mean—h-he does Kendo. He's really good with a sword."

"Oh." Harry had a feeling that he wasn't getting the entire truth, but who was he to pry? He focused back on the game.

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"That was amazing, Yamamoto!"

The game was over and Namimori had won by a landslide. It had been hard trying to pull Takeshi away from the rest of his teammates, who seemed to want to bury him in praises, but Ryohei was able to drag him outside the school gates. Takeshi grinned at Tsuna.

"Thanks! Hahaha, it's always fun to play." He turned to Harry. "So, how was your first baseball game?"

"It was…fun." Harry looked at the three of them. "Really fun. Thank you for bringing me."

"Yosh! Witnessing something is a lot more extreme than hearing about it!" Ryohei said.

"That's true," agreed Tsuna. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. We'll tell you when the next one is, too, okay?"

The raven looked at him in shock. "R-really? Th-the next one?"

"That's right. You seemed to like it." Tsuna smiled at him. He looked down at his watch. "Hiiiiee! Oh no, I've gotta get home or Reborn's gonna kill me."

Takeshi laughed. "Tell the kid 'hi' for me, Tsuna."

"Yosh! And Master Pao Pao, if you see him, to the extreme."

"Y-yeah." Tsuna sweatdropped. "'Bye, Harry!" He ran off.

Harry waved hesitantly. Reborn. That was the fourth time that that name had come up. Exactly who was he and why was Tsuna so scared of him? The girl, Haru, had mentioned that he was one of the "cute things" that lived with Tsuna and Shamal, the guy from the nurse's office, had seemed to know him. Takeshi had mentioned that he was a kid. A cute kid scared Tsuna? As much as Harry wanted to know, it was none of his business. So, he refrained from asking Takeshi and Ryohei.

"Um, g-guys, I have to get h-h-home, too. See you tomorrow?"

"Hahaha! Of course." Takeshi patted his head. "You want us to walk with you? It's pretty dark."

"You don't have to." Despite that answer, Harry realized that Takeshi was right. It was dark and he did a have a ways to go. Not to mention that the darkness intimidated him (along with various other things). He involuntarily shivered.

"Maa, maa. I don't mind. Do you, senpai?"

"Nope! Let's go!"

Shocked, Harry led them away from the school and back to the small house that he shared with Arisu. Before he could knock, she opened the door. Seeing who he was with, she stifled a giggle.

"Welcome back, Harry-kun," she said.

"H-hi, Arisu-nee."

She smiled up at Takeshi and Ryohei. "Who are your friends?"

"Yamamoto Takeshi," Takeshi stated with a laugh.

"Sasagawa Ryohei, to the extreme!" yelled Ryohei.

"It was getting kinda of late, so we figured we'd walk Harry home."

Arisu grinned and nodded. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Y-yeah," said Harry. "Thank you."

"No problem!" Takeshi patted Harry's shoulder. "See ya, tomorrow! C'mon, Sempai."

"Yosh!" Ryohei slapped Harry on the back, causing him stumbled forward. He and Takeshi waved and went on their way.

Arisu shut the door and turned to look at Harry.

"Did you have fun?"

Harry nodded.

"Good." They looked at each other for a few seconds before Arisu started cracking up again.

"Can I know why you're laughing now?"

"You still haven't figured it out? You will soon."

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It was Tuesday and Harry, Tsuna, Takeshi, and Gokudera were sitting on the roof having lunch (Ryohei had decided to retreat to the boxing Club room). Gokudera was watching the emerald-eyed fifteen-year-old out the corner of his eye and Harry was squirming uncomfortably. Tsuna had watched this go on for the past 15 minutes while Takeshi was recounting the baseball game for Gokudera. Finally, he decided to say something.

"Gokudera-kun, you're making him uncomfortable."

"Sorry, Juudaime," said Gokudera. "He keeps rubbing his arm. There might be a concealed weapon there." He shot Harry another look.

"Nah," said Takeshi. "That just means he's nervous."

Gokudera narrowed his eyes. "How do you know that, yakyuu-baka?"

"Easy," Takeshi shrugged. "He has that really nervous look on his face. I remember that on Friday, whenever he got that look, he started rubbing his arm. Like when he crashed into you? I was only a couple of feet behind him and I saw it."

"Excellent observation skills, Yamamoto," said a different voice.

Tsuna suddenly shot forward and landed face-first on the ground (is it really ground if they're on the roof?), knocking his bento toward Harry. Looking back at the brunet, Harry was shocked to see a small person, a kid, standing on his head. He was wearing a small tuxedo and a black fedora with an orange band around it. He had dark obsidian eyes and spiky black hair with curly sideburns.

"Re-Reborn!" came Tsuna's muffled (and slightly pained) voice.

"Reborn-san," said Gokudera.

"Yo, kid," laughed Takeshi.

Harry tilted his head. This was the famous Reborn? An infant?

"Ciaossu," greeted the kid, Reborn. He looked at Harry. The raven-haired boy blinked back at him. Reborn hopped off of Tsuna's head and onto Takeshi's shoulder. "Get up, Dame-Tsuna."

"Dame-Tsuna?" Harry spoke up, flinching as grey-green and obsidian eyes landed on him.

Tsuna sat up and rubbed at the back of his head with one hand and his face with the other. "Th-that's my nickname."

Harry's brow creased. What kind of nickname was that? It was insulting at best, and even though Harry had witnessed Tsuna's clumsiness and failure to score a passing grade in any class, he didn't think that he was completely useless.

"Why do they call you that?" he asked curiously, before slapping a hand over his mouth. "S-sorry. It's none of my business."

Gokudera gave him a look that said he wanted to scream "Damn right!", but Tsuna chuckled nervously.

"Well, it's because I'm useless. I'm not good at sports, I'm not smart, I'm clumsy, I'm kind of a coward, and the list goes on."

Harry tilted his head. "That sounds more like m-me. You're not useless. You gave me lunch when I didn't have any. You tried being my friend on my first day and you helped me get to the nurse's office when H-Hibari-san hit me with his tonfas." He looked at Gokudera. "G-Gokudera-san doesn't think you're useless." A glance at Takeshi. "Takeshi doesn't, either."

Tsuna blushed red. Takeshi laughed.

"He's right," the tall teen said. "Tsuna's not useless."

"Of course not, yakyuu-baka," snapped Gokudera. He looked at Harry again, but this time his eyes hosted less hostility.

Surprisingly, Reborn hadn't said anything during the mini-speech. Now, he was piercing Harry with his eyes, and for the second time in 30 minutes, Harry started rubbing his arm.

"Oh," Tsuna turned to look at the infant. "Reborn, this is Harry. Harry, this is Reborn."

"Ciaossu," Reborn said again. He had an accent. Italian, Harry realized. Reborn didn't look a day over two, yet his dark eyes held the knowledge and power of a grown man. It was unsettling. Harry tilted his head again.

"H-hello," he finally choked out.

Reborn smirked at him. "I am Dame-Tsuna's home tutor."

Green eyes widened. "Tutor?" Now, Harry didn't want to discourage the infant; he knew a little too well how it felt to be underestimated. Maybe this kid was super smart, like Albert Einstein or Stephen Hawking. Even so, it was a bit farfetched. "That's…interesting." He held out his hand hesitantly. "I-I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you."

Ignoring the hand, Reborn hopped on top of Harry's head and sat down as if he was used to it.

"Dame-Tsuna," said Reborn. "Since you didn't finish your training last night, you have to do double today."

Tsuna paled. "Hiiieee! D-Double? But, Reborn, that's insane."

Harry heard a clicking sound on his head and Tsuna squealed again. "Don't whine. A boss should never complain about his duties."

Tsuna started to cry anime tears. "I'm gonna dieee. I'll never survive double." He looked at Takeshi, who had started laughing. "What's so funny, Yamamoto?"

"Hahaha! Sorry, but Harry looks so stiff."

It was true. The moment Reborn landed on Harry's head, the teen had gone rigid. His wide eyes were the only things moving, darting between what he could see of his hairline and Tsuna. Takeshi was still laughing and Reborn bent down and looked at Harry.

"Boo."

Harry's eyes stopped moving and he gave an almighty flinch, looking ready to pass out. Tsuna opened his mouth to chide Reborn, but the baby interrupted him.

"He's worse than you, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn sat back down.

At that moment, the door slammed open and someone started laughing.

"Nyahahahahahaha! Lambo-san has found you, Reborn!"

The four teens whipped their heads towards the source (well, Harry didn't whip his, in fear of dislodging the fedora-sporting infant). Tsuna, Takeshi and Gokudera yelled at the same time.

"Lambo!"

"Yo, Lambo!"

"Ahoushi!"

It was the same small kid that Harry had seen run past the nurse's office on Friday. The kid had a big, bushy, black afro, chubby cheeks, and green eyes. He was wearing a miniature cow suit and in his hands was something that looked suspiciously like a pink grenade. He turned his attention to Harry and pointed to the top of his head.

"Reborn, prepare to die!"

Die? Harry thought. Lambo tossed the thing at him and he realized that yes, it was in fact a pink grenade. But that was absurd. What would a child—five, by the look of him—be doing with a grenade? It must've been a toy.

"Harry, duck!" yelled Tsuna.

Harry looked at him confusedly. A large hand pressed on his back and gently forced him down. The grenade sailed over his head and he turned around in time to see it get launched into the sky…and explode. His eyes went wide and his right hand immediately latched onto his left arm. Behind him, Gokudera had gotten a hold of Lambo and was yanking at his hair while the cow-child screamed. Tsuna reached over and lifted Lambo out of the teen's grip.

"Gokudera-kun, don't hurt him."

"But, Juudaime! The ahoushi could've killed you!"

"Nyahaha! Aho-dera's in trouble."

Gokudera lunged at him again, but Takeshi held him back.

"Maa, maa, Gokudera. He's just having a little fun. He was probably bored."

"Shut up, idiot! I'm gonna kill that damn cow!"

Lambo blew a raspberry and wriggled out of Tsuna's arms. Harry's eyes widened as the cow-child ran towards him and pointed up at his face.

"Lambo-san has a new subordinate! You there! Would you like to be a subordinate? If you do you have to do what I tell you or I'll smack your head."

"W-what?"

Lambo's statement made Gokudera go still for a split second, before he started yelling and struggling even more against the baseball player's hold. Harry stared down at Lambo before raising his eyes to attempt to see Reborn at the top of his head. The infant didn't say anything, but Harry felt him stand up on his head.

"This'll be an interesting day," he said.

And Harry could hear the smirk in the kid's voice.

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Reborn had been right. Soon after Lambo's arrival, another small child showed up, a little girl with an oval-shaped head named I-pin. She had tried to bring Lambo back to their house. Of course, the cow-child refused and that led to a wild chase around the school featuring explosions, cursing, crying, and smirking. Somehow, the green-eyed teen had found himself a part of the antics and, surprisingly, he ended up catching Lambo in the end earning a thank you from a breathless Tsuna, a cheerful clap on the back from Takeshi, a bow from I-pin, a nod of the head from Gokudera, and a smirk from Reborn. Before school ended, it dawned on him that for the second time in his life, he'd had fun. They were late returning to class and got scolded by their teacher.

Normally Harry would have flinched and hid after getting in trouble by an adult. He would have hung his head and tried not to cry. But this time, he was giggling while Gokudera yelled at the teacher for insulting the "Juudaime", Takeshi laughed and scratched the back of his head, and Tsuna gave him a look that said "This happens a lot." Who knew that, for once, getting trouble wasn't so bad? It was a while later that Harry remembered that he started work today. Suddenly, all of his previous joy subsided.

He knew that Masaomi was a nice and patient person, but what would happen if he screwed up? Being but under pressure wasn't something that Harry could cope well with; he was bad enough under normal circumstances. The more he thought about messing up, the more nervous he got. His hands automatically clenched to his arms as the final bell rang. He politely declined Tsuna's offer to have them walk home with him and headed in the opposite direction to the bakery. With every step, his stomach clenched up more and he got uncomfortable. Even though today was only part of his training, he was nervous. He saw a blonde kid standing outside of the bakery looking around as if searching for someone.

Harry gulped and walked toward him. Up close, he saw that the kid was wearing sunglasses and held a black stick. He had a frown on his face, but looked up as Harry approached, cocking his head slightly.

"Potter-kun?" he asked cautiously.

"Um, y-yes."

The kid smiled and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Masaomi Rune. Call me Rune if you like. I'm your new co-worker."

"C-co-worker?"

"That's right. I help come up with new recipes." Rune turned around, using his stick to pat the ground in front of him.

Harry gasped. "You're blind!" Realizing the mistake, he slapped his hand over his mouth, whimpered, and stepped back. Surely Rune would get offended and swing that stick on him. "I-I'm s-s-sorry! I d-didn't mean t-to shout it like th-that!"

Rune stopped walking and laughed. "Don't worry about it, Potter-kun. I'm used to that. Would you mind coming to stand next to me? It unnerves me when people stand behind me like that."

"O-of course!" Harry hurried to walk beside him. "I'm sorry, I won't do that again."

Rune turned his head in the raven's direction. "Don't worry, it was an accident."

They entered the bakery and were greeted by a waving Masaomi.

"Potter-kun, hey!"

"H-hi, Masaomi-san."

The brunet chuckled. "It's just 'Masaomi', Potter-kun. I see Rune was able to spot you."

"Ne, ne. You have no faith in me, Takao-nii-san," said Rune, playfully. "Don't you know that when you're blind, all of your other senses become enhanced?"

"Yep. Now come on and give us another delicious recipe or we'll go out of business." Masaomi laughed and walked out from behind the counter.

Harry gave a little wishful smile at the playful banter. Watching, he found himself wishing, not for the first time, that he had siblings to banter with like that. He shook his head, feeling horrible. It wasn't right to feel jealous of them. They were being nice to him and giving him a job so he shouldn't think such things.

"Potter-kun? You okay?" Masaomi waved a hand at him and Rune turned his way with a worried expression.

"Oh! I'm s-sorry! I w-was just th-thinking and s-spaced out. I'm r-really s-sorry." He bowed and covered his red face with his hands.

Rune giggled quietly. "Takao-nii, is he as adorable as he sounds?"

"Yup," Masaomi laughed. "Especially them big ol' green—no—emerald eyes of his. They see right through you and could out-puppy anyone."

"Oh my. I never wished I could see more than I do now." Rune put on a thoughtful face. "Potter-kun, can you step over here?" He stretched out his hands.

Harry hesitantly stepped forward and stood stock still in front of the blond. Rune's hands reached for his face. Harry flinched back involuntarily and the hands faltered. Masaomi came to stand next to them.

"It's okay, Potter-kun. Otouto just wants to feel your face. It's how he can tell what people look like. He won't hurt you," he said reassuringly.

The raven took a shaky breath and leaned forward again and the hands attached themselves to his cheeks. The owner of said hands giggled again. Harry's cheeks were kind of puffy. He moved his hands to his mouth and chin. They went up again and felt over Harry's eyes, which shut on reflex. They went up and felt along the lightning bolt-shaped scar and slipped into silky, black tresses. The hands moved down again and felt at Harry's ears before pulling away.

"Wow. He's so soft! Kawaii! From now on, can I call you Harry-chan?"

Harry blushed again, nodded, and put his head down.

Masaomi laughed. "Well, as interesting as this is, we need to get to work. Since it's only your first day, Potter-kun, I'll give the easiest orders we get today. Mainly small pies, cupcakes, and small cakes. Can you do that for me?"

Harry looked up and nodded.

"Nice. You remember where everything is?"

Another nod.

"Good job! Okay, guys, time to kick it into gear." The brunet clapped his hands and the two younger boys trotted into the kitchen. Before closing the door, Harry turned around.

"U-um, you can c-call me 'Harry', Masaomi. You're my boss."

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Thump!

"Waah! I'm sorry!"

Arisu and Masaomi looked up from their conversation at the familiar cry as did many customers. A small smile crossed the female's lips and Masaomi chuckled.

"Harry-chan, it's okay! Here, I'll help you clean it up."

"B-but you c-can't see it. A-AH! I'm s-sorry, I didn't m-mean it l-like that! I j-j-j-j-j—"

"Deep breaths, Harry-chan. That's it."

Giving in to curiosity, the two adults went behind the counter and entered the kitchen. The door swung open and a great cloud of white powder billowed out of the room, coating Masaomi and Arisu. They coughed and waved their hands, trying to clear the smoke away as best they could. When it became clear enough to see, they almost burst out laughing at the sight. Both Harry and Rune where covered head to toe in flour. The blind blond was patting the raven's clothes while the latter blushed and sputtered pitifully, trying to complete a sentence. The bag of flour that had been dropped was laying a few feet away and one of the top cabinet doors was open. It was obvious what had happened and Harry was apologizing like crazy. Arisu was squealing on the inside about how cute the two looked covered in flour while Masaomi was thinking about the huge mess that was in the middle of his kitchen floor and how much precious flour had been wasted.

"Masaomi-san!"

Everyone looked at the raven and Rune stopped his patting.

"P-please don't fire me! I'm really sorry! I d-didn't mean to! I w-was trying to g-get the f-flour and I s-s-slipped and fell backwards a-and—mph!"

Runes' hand covered Harry's mouth. Seriously, that kid was way too apologetic. Anyone could see that it wasn't his fault.

"I'm not going to fire you, Harry. It was an accident, right?"

The teen nodded, voice still restrained by Rune's hand.

"Then don't worry about it. Just make sure it gets cleaned up, alright? Arisu had just come to pick you up. You'll be back tomorrow and Thursday, but you have Friday, the weekend, and Monday off, alright?"

Harry nodded again and Rune moved his hand. Arisu chose that moment to start laughing, startling the males.

"You two look so cute!"

For the hundredth time that day, Harry blushed.

Harry and Arisu waved goodbye to the brothers as they exited the bakery and headed home. Home. The word seemed so foreign to the green-eyed teen that it felt weird to think about. He had never considered anywhere that the Dursley's had lived as 'home'. He wasn't sure if he could really call Arisu's house that either, but it was the closest he had ever been to having one. They walked in companionable silence for a while before Arisu gently tapped his arm and pointed across the street. Somehow, without him noticing, they had walked right across from the school. He followed her outstretched finger and realized that she was pointing to the roof. A figure was standing near the railing, back straight, objects in both hands, and a yellow spot where its head would be. Looking more closely, Harry could tell who the figure was and he stumbled backward. It was Hibari, standing and leaning over the edge of the railing. The 'spot' was a small, yellow, bird and it appeared to be singing. Hibari's eyes were closed and his jacket sat, as always, on his shoulders. The bird closed its beak and blue-grey eyes opened at once. Harry flinched and took a step back. As if sensing his presence, Hibari glanced across the street and looked him directly in the eye. The younger raven almost fainted, barely hearing Arisu calling his name. The prefect continued to stare at him, mouthed something, and turned around abruptly, walking away, jacket flying behind him.

"-ry-kun! Harry-kun! Are you okay? What happened?"

"H-Hibari-san. That was Hibari-san."

"I know. Hibari Kyouya. He's a prefect, right? I've heard that he's pretty scary."

Harry subconsciously rubbed at the spot on his head. "Y-yeah, he is. R-really scary."

"I saw him mouth something."

"Um, I th-think he said 'herbivore'."

"Herbivore? Oh, yeah! I heard that that's what he calls people, right?"

Harry nodded, eyes darting back to the roof as if expecting the Disciplinary Committee President to come back. Eventually, they passed by the school and were headed already at the house. Arisu stretched when they walked through the door and slipped her shoes off. Harry, yawning and rubbing his eye, followed.

"I assume that Harry-kun is tired," said Arisu.

"'Y-yes, Arisu-nee."

"You can go ahead and nap if you want to." She gestured toward his room.

"B-but what ab-bout—?"

"I'll make dinner and clean today. You're probably exhausted and you need to sleep."

"But—"

"Bed." She pushed him gently into his room and shut the door. "Bed, Harry," she said once more, hoping that he'd listen.

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The next day, the first thing that happened when Harry got to school was that he, once again, ran into someone. Unlike the last times, the person didn't yell "EXTREME!" or glare at him and tell him to watch it. The solid mass that he had happened to fall on started shaking and he heard laughing.

"Good morning to you, too, Harry," said the other person.

Harry face went its deepest shade of red yet when he realized who he was laying on. He scrambled backward, covering his face as the baseball idol laughed again.

"I'm sorry, Takeshi! G-good morning."

Takeshi stood up and held his hand out to Harry. He took it tentatively and let Takeshi pull him up.

"You're still really light," laughed the baseball idol. "Do you eat much?"

Harry's eyes widened and he started rubbing his arm. "Um…"

"Oh! Bad question? Sorry. Haha." Takeshi scratched his head. It was then that Harry noticed that the brunet and silveret were absent.

"Wh-where are Tsuna and G-Gokudera-san?"

"Well, I got here early for morning practice. Tsuna late sometimes so Gokudera might be with him."

"L-late? But, won't they run into Hi-Hib-Hibari-san?"

The taller teen looked thoughtful. "Hibari? Maybe. That guy's dangerous, huh? Hahahaha!"

Harry sweatdropped and stopped rubbing his arm. "They might get hurt, Takeshi."

"Nah, they'll be alright. Gokudera's strong, right? He won't let Hibari hurt Tsuna. He's so energetic!"

At that moment, the bell rang. Takeshi looked around.

"We sh-should get to class," said Harry, looking up at the other's face.

"Yeah! Let's go!" Takeshi put a hand on Harry's shoulder and led him towards the classroom. As they entered the room behind Kyoko and Hana, Harry faintly heard a loud voice. He wasn't sure, but it sounded like suspiciously like a "HIIIIIIIIEEEEE!"

*Omake*

Thar she blows! *Dodges assortment of weapons* I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY! I HAD TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES AND COULDN'T GET THEM FIXED ON TIME! Anyway, that was chapter four and I hope you guys liked it. A new character in there: Rune, the blind blond. Didja like him? Masaomi's little brother. Also, I need your help! Can you guys give me an idea for what Harry's secret little talent is? We all know that he can and loves to cook, but what's his guilty pleasure? A lot of times, it's dancing or maybe singing. What do you think? Hit me back with that and I'll get to choosin'!

CHALLENGE! I want a story! You guys know how much I love Harry Potter crossover slash, so I propose this: A Harry Potter and Soul Eater crossover! Slash pairing. Pair Harry with whomever you deem fit, but I even Black*Star, but definitely Kidd or Soul 'cause I love them. Heck, you can even pair him with both! I don't mind, just do it!

(1) You know, how Rafiki holds Simba over the edge of the cliff at the beginning of Lion King.

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