"Nothing's perfect. The world's not perfect. But it's there for us, trying the best it can. That's what makes it so damn beautiful."

-Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)-

The Cloud

Blaise Zabini hadn't always known Harry Potter-oh, he had known of him, (who didn't?) but he had never gotten to know him (he had shared a dorm with Draco Malfoy for seven years after all, and had been tormented with the prat's constant whining of Potter this, Potter that.). But what he did know, was that Harry Potter was a Sky.

It was a little known fact but Blaise's paternal uncle, his father's younger brother, born without magic but with the interesting ability to summon green lightning-like fire, was a member of the Italian Mafia (yes- it deserved a capital M). Alessio Zabini, otherwise known as Ganauche III by his Boss and the Mafia world, was (and still is) the Vongola Nono's Lightning Guardian.

Blaise had known since childhood that he had inherited his uncle's ability.

He was a Cloud.

The aloof, drifting Clouds that protect the Family from an independent standpoint, and whom nothing can ever bind.

At first, he had never assumed he would find a Sky, they were so rare that not many Flames ever reached Harmonization, but the moment that Potter had grabbed his hand and saved him from the all-consuming Fiendfyre Crabbe had cast, Blaise had known.

This boy- the small, underfed and androgynous boy with the bright green eyes- was his Sky.

And Blaise would do anything to protect him, even turn his wand on the people whom he had called 'friends' for the past seven years. He had joined the fight against the Dark Lord, he fought against his friends and family (and he used these words lightly- the only person he saw as family was Uncle Alessio.) because now he had a Famiglia- a Sky.

Missing (Cloud)

Blaise had known that his Sky had left Britain long before the Prophet article was even written, he was, after all, the one who had helped Harry leave in the first place.

After the final battle against the Dark Lord, Blaise had watched his Sky as he began to fade, watched as he crumbled and cracked under all the expectations forced upon him.

He had not expected that Harry would come to him for help, but his small Sky had shown up at his doorstep, green eyes glowing with a Will that Blaise had not seen since the battle.

"I need your help." Harry had said as Blaise flitted around him, pulling him inside and out of the rain. "I need to get to Italy."

Blaise had agreed without any fuss, he had sent a letter to Uncle Alessio, telling him that he was sending his Sky to their homeland.

The next day, the response came, and with it a first-class ticket to Italy.

Harry had left within the week.

As he watched the sheeple of Wizarding Britain run around like -what was the muggle term for it again? Oh, yes- chickens with their heads cut off, frantic over the disappearance of their 'savior', a satisfied smirk crossed Blaise's handsome face.

His Sky was free.

(Now all he had to do was track down the rest of his Sky's Guardians - Guardians whom had only just discovered the fact that their young, hurt Sky was missing...

...

...

...Fun...)

Varia (Rain)

Squalo Superbi stared down at the green-eyed teenager, his own eye twitching in annoyance. "VOI! Why the fuck should I teach you how to wield a sword?!" He shouted in irritation.

The brat- Marry Avens, was it? Squalo never bothered to remember the names of weaklings- stood his ground, green eyes flashing orange with Will. "Because I want to protect my people." The brat stated firmly, and Squalo was admittedly impressed. It wasn't every day he found a brat willing to stand their ground in the face of Squalo's ire.

The two Flame-users had been having the same argument for the past hour, and those bystanders who had originally been mingling around had long since fled as proverbial lightning crackled between the two stubborn men.

"VOI!" Squalo yelled, blade clicking into place as he raised it threateningly over his head and brought it down in a vicious arc intended to cleave the annoying trash in two.

The fact that the little brat managed to dodge it with practiced ease stirred something within him, something that was almost excitement, maybe even a little pride. This was the kind of student he wanted.

The kid could dodge - but how well could he fight?

And so was the start of a beautiful (and painful) apprenticeship.

The Hunt (Mist)

"Hello,"

Blaise nearly jumped out of skin when the petite, silver-eyed Ravenclaw seemed to just melt out of the shadows next to him. The blonde didn't even blink when the dark-skinned Slytherin spun around to face her.

She stared up at him, raddish earrings and all, with an almost whimsical look. "The Nargles told me you were looking for the Knights."

Blaise's eyes narrowed slightly, and he allowed the tight control he had over his Flames to loosen and probe the younger girl.

He was pleasantly surprised to find her indigo Flames wrap around his in a warm, welcoming grip.

He had found the Mist.

Luna Lovegood smiled, "Welcome to the Court, Violet Knight."

Shocking Discovery

When Harry had met I-Pin, he had taken an immediate liking to the slightly younger girl. She was bubbly, friendly, and obviously very powerful, and something in him purred when their hands touched for the first time.

Of course, he had brushed it off, it had happened before, after all, so it didn't really bother him all that much.

For the next few days, he had found I-Pin all but dogging his steps, always a few steps behind him, or waiting for him around the corner. Harry hadn't really thought much about it, because his Intuition wasn't warning him of anything, and he genuinely enjoyed I-Pin's presence. There was just something about her that made him trust her.

Then they started being paired together for missions, and Harry noticed.

I-Pin was always there. Not in the creepy way, but she was always with him, always prepared. When he walked, she was always one step behind him. If someone was going for Harry, I-Pin took them down before they could get close. When they were in a diplomatic meeting, I-Pin always stood on his right hand side. If a mission went sour, the first thing she would always do was to position herself in front of him as is she were preparing to take any blow in his place. She always looked to him for orders, despite the fact that she had more experience.

And the moment it all came together for Harry was the day he first got injured on a mission with I-Pin. It hadn't been a serious injury, a bullet to the knee: painful, messy, but fixable.

That hadn't stopped him from passing out, though, and he had woken up in a hospital room a few hours later, his throbbing knee wrapped snugly in white gauze, and a I-Pin staring down at him with watery onyx eyes.

The moment she saw his lucid green eyes open, she burst into hysterical tears, begging him for forgiveness for letting him get hurt by a goon, and not being able to protect him.

Harry was very much confused.

The next day, Tsuna explained why I-Pin had been acting the way she had.

They had Harmonized.

I-Pin was his Sun Guardian, and as his only present Guardian, her urge to protect her new Sky had skyrocketed. Having him injured when she was present has greatly upset her, making her think that she wasn't a good enough Guardian. So, Tsuna had said, an almost amused expression on his face, you can look forward to an especially clingy and possessive Sun Guardian for the next few days.

Harry had merely sighed.

Varia (Sky)

Green stared into red, and red stared right back.

Xanxus couldn't help but almost feel amused as he stared down at the small teenager that was Shitty Shark's new apprentice (and wasn't that a thought to wrap his head around – Squalo. Having and apprentice. Who had actually survived the first month. Shit, this kid was Quality, Xanxus might just have to take the brat for himself).

The brat was sprawled gracelessly on his back, limbs laying haphazardly on the ground. With Xanxus' entrance, the kid –what had Squalo told him his name was? Garry? Larry? Marry? Harry? Eh, it wasn't important- had tilted his head towards him, big eyes meeting his own.

"Oh. Hello. Your eyes are red, did you know that?"

Fuck this- he was too sober for this shit.

Xanxus turned on his heel and left.


It has been brought to my attention that I-Pin is actually a Sun, not a Lightning, so I've changed that. Sorry for the mix up -.-"

Harry's Guardians:

Storm - Hermione Granger

Cloud - Blaise Zabini

Mist - Luna Lovegood

Rain - Neville Longbottom

Sun - I-Pin di Vongola

Lightning - under consideration, if anyone has any ideas I'd love to hear them