Magic and Flames

A Katekyo Hitman Reborn –Harry Potter Crossover

Warning: This will take place during the 5th book.( Order of Phoenix ) Some parts will be different from the original book, so do not go ahead telling me that this or that does not tally with the book. It will be post-TYL where Tsuna (Note: 25 years-old) went to the future, finished Simon Arc and Rainbow Arc. The Arcobaleno ages will be introduced if ever they were to appear. Dialogues spoken in English will be [like this], Japanese will be [like this], Parseltongue will be [like this]. If there are bolds, it will be either the word is being emphasised (like extreme) or a special type of meaning, which will be explained. There will be NO YAOI OR SLASH. Pairs will be cannon for Harry Potter side. A '/' meant a time skip while a fanfic line break qill mean a shift in POV.

Warning for this chapter: Tsuna might be slightly OoC.

IT WOULD BE BEST IF YOU KNEW BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY. IF NOT, DO AT LEAST READ THE SUMMARY OF EITHER STORIES BEFORE READING THIS , YOU WILL NOT NEED TO KNOW A LOT ABOUT KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN BECAUSE MOST OF THE POV WILL BE IN THE WIZARDING WORLD'S. I WOULD EXPLAIN MOST THINGS OF THE KHR INVOLVEMENT IN THE FIC ITSELF.

A/N: Long long time no upload. Busy with school and yadda yadda. I have three co-curriculum activity currently, and my only free day to do homework is on sunday so yeah. Happy reading. Review too, thanks.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling and definitely, I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Some parts are copied from the book itself. I do not claim them. However, the plot belongs to me.

Chapter 4: Harry's Detention

"Fine then, Potter. Since you said that you would not be needing the class, I shall test you." The professor had dropped the formalities, Harry noted.

"Duel with me, and if you win, I'll let you take over this class for as long as you are in the school."

Harry nodded and he heard a few gasps coming from the people in the room. He was angry and he was not bothered with them. This man had indirectly called him a liar and he could not deal with that because he was not one.

Hermione grabbed him wrist and shook her head, telling it was not worth it. Ron was muttering incoherently; his eyes were bulging with fear. Harry shook off Hermione and he told her, pretty firmly to stay out of it.

Sawada whipped out his wand and with a flick, all the tables were gone. He told the rest of the class to gather by the side and he set out protective charms around the duelling arena. He gave a sideways glance to Harry, who was still standing on the spot and he sneered, "Are you ready, Potter?"

That reminded Harry of Snape.

Harry lunged forward, screaming, "Expelliarmus!"

The spell missed, heading straight towards Lavender Brown who had he hands in front of her face, screaming like a banshee. The spell hit the protective charm and it was absorbed into the aurora of nothingness.

Harry gave a sigh of relief and that was when he heard Hermione scream, "Look out, Harry!"

Sawada was right beside him and Harry had no idea how the man got there. He took a step backwards and he shouted, "Expelliarmus!" This time he was pretty sure he had the spell aimed right.

Sawada had jumped sideways, the spell going straight towards Hermione. Sawada then ran forward, charging towards Harry who had called out "Expelliarmus" again. Sawada then shouted, "Protego!" The spell rebounded on the shield and was flying towards Neville who was as pale as a sheet of paper. The protective charm absorbed the spell again.

Harry's eyes widened when he saw how quick the reflexes of Sawada was. He jumped backwards and pointed his wand at Sawada, "Everte Statum!"

Sawada dodged the spell again and he sneered, "That's the best you can do, Potter?" Then, Sawada jolted to a stop and Harry fell backwards, landing on his butt. Harry had been running backwards in circles as Sawada was chasing him, upfront in circles.

Sawada was now directly above Harry and he pointed his wand at him, "Giving up, yet?"

Harry frowned, as his face turned furious, "NOT YET!" He pointed his wand at Sawada screaming, "Flipendo Tria!"

Sawada laughed and he flicked his wand. The spell was terminated and Harry was sweating profusely. Sawada had not even broke out in sweat, despite running so much.

"Immobulus!" Sawada negated the spell.

"Impedimenta!" Sawada negated the spell.

"Locomotor Mortis!" Sawada negated the spell.

"EXPELLIARMIUS!" Sawada laughed before flicking his wand, creating a shield, which the spell rebounded back, causing the disarming charm to hit Harry. His wand flew away.

The bell rung and Sawada sneered,"Detention. Five o'clock. This entire week." He straighted up and dispelled the protection charms with another flick of the wand. He smiled and asked everyone to go for the next lesson and threatened that if anyone were to tell anyone else outside of the class about the duel, they will get their tongue tied for a week.

And Harry was left there on the floor, staring unbelievably. Hermione and Ron had to drag him away.

/

Angelina Johnson stomped over where Harry Potter was sitting. Her anger was waiting to explode and the ends of her hair was on fire (not quite literally). Anyone would have felt as if they were poured with cold water when they walked through Nearly Headless Nick but Angelina was not fazed. She seemed to be even more angry.

"Oy, Potter!"

"What now?" he muttered wearily, turning to face Angelina, who looked as though she was in a towering temper.

"I'll tell you what now," she said, marching straight up to him and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. "How come you have landed yourself in detention for five o'clock on Friday?"

"What?" said Harry. "Why… oh yeah, Keeper tryouts!"

"Now he remembers!" snarled Angelina. "Didn't I tell you I wanted to do a tryout with the whole team, and find someone who fitted in with everyone! Didn't I tell you I'd booked the Quidditch pitch specially? And now you've decided you're not going to be there!"

"I didn't decide not to be there!" said Harry, stun g by the injustice of these words. "I got detention from that Sawada, just because I told him the truth about You-Know-Who."

"Well, you can just go straight to him and ask him to let you off on Friday," said Angelina fiercely, "and I don't care how you do it. Tell her You-Know-Who's a figment of your imagination if you like, just make sure you're there!"

She turned on her heels and stomped away.

"You reckon someone had Oliver Woods killed?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione who looked at him with weird gazes. "Well, I think Angelina got possessed by his spirit."

"What are the odds that Sawada will let you off?" Ron asked as he stuffed another toast in his mouth.

Harry sighed and glanced at the staff table. Sawada was talking to Snape. They were smiling as they placed food in their mouth. As if on cue, both of them turned and looked at Harry. Snape gave his famous glare that almost burnt a hole through his forehead. However, he was determined to not look away. Sawada, on the other hand, was smiling at Harry. He mouthed a single word and his smile got even bigger. Harry shuddered and turned to Ron.

"Did you see that?" Harry said.

"Yeah, Snape and Sawada are friends, aren't they?" Hermione said.

"Friends? I'd bet that they are partners in crime!" Ron said, as he stuffed another piece of toast in his mouth, "I dat day art duth wirkin tho gyuu-dho-ghuu!"

Hermione shook his head and shrugged her shoulders. Harry laughed at Ron when he choked on his food. Harry gave him a pat on the back and Ron swallowed the toast hungrily. He glared at Hermione who was giggling a little.

/

It was the first week and Harry was already getting detention. Harry was scared out of his wits. He walking past the empty corridor as it was five in the evening and most of the students are already in the common room, having a nice chat or whatsnot. Harry, on the other hand, was walking towards his detention room, in the office of Tsunayoshi Sawada, beside Dolores Umbridge's.

At least it was not in the dungeons, Harry thought.

He sulked as he made his way towards the office, located at the far end and he met Peeves, who was muttering about his next spot for pranks. Whilst looking at Peeves, he did not notice he had reached the end of the corridor. He sighed deeply and was about to knock when a small voice called out, "Potter, come in."

Harry was dumbfounded. He had not even knocked! He scrunched his eyebrows and stood up straight, pulled his robes straighter and opened the door.

He had known this office under three of its previous occupants.

In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here it had been plastered in beaming portraits of himself. When Lupin had occupied it, it was likely you would meet some fascinating Dark creature in a cage or tank if you came to call. In the impostor Moody's days it had been packed with various instruments and artefacts for the detection of wrong doing and concealment. However, the room right now, is very different. The Professor's room was orange. Not neon orange and not dark orange as well (those colours would been rather revolting). It was a slighter tint of the colour Orange Peel. The table was covered with maple veneer and had a smooth finish. The chair that the professor was sitting on was leather and seemed to be rather old. There were a few photo frames on the table, which was placed that the photo itself was facing the professor, rather than Harry.

What surprised Harry most, was what that filled the entire table. It was files. Stacks of files stacked up on his table. There were red, green, purple, yellow, blue, two different shades of indigo files as well as a black file.

"Ah, Potter, do sit at the sofa at that side, I'll explain your detention in a minute," Professor Sawada said without looking up.

Harry folded himself into the seat without asking for an explanation. He stared at the coffee table in front of him and was pretty shocked that their assignments were on the table. If so, then what are the files for, Harry thought.

"Oh yes, you can help yourself to some coffee over there," Professor Sawada looked up smiling, pointing to the coffee maker at the end of the room, right beside a door.

Harry had looked hesitant and perhaps Professor saw the look because he immediately said, "Oh, it's not Gearine's. It's Folgers."

Harry gave a hesitant smile; He was not reluctant to get coffee because of the brand but more of why the professor was so kind to him. In order to save Professor's face, he went over to get some coffee. He took a sip and sat down on the sofa. The coffee's smell was heavenly. It smelt like homemade coffee beans than Folgers.

Back in the Durselys, he had never drank a single cup of coffee before, not publicly anyway. He had drank it a few times, when he was really tired and had to work in the wee hours on homework. He would tiptoe into the kitchen and grab himself a cup of coffee. He liked it much and was stash a few packets in his room. He had given one to Ron, not having tasted coffee ever. Ron had said it was disgustingly bitter although he did mention that Fred, George and Mr Wealsey loved it a lot.

Then, Harry wondered why the professor would have something so 'muggle' in his office. The other professors would most probably conjured something up and ask Harry to have a drink which he would fill it up with his own cravings. In Professor McGonagall's office, she had a flask of pumpkin juice and in Snape's office (he had heard from the Slytherins), that he had a cauldron full of nice tasting potion that will give you anything you wanted to taste.

"The coffee is nice, isn't it? Do give me another 5 minutes. I'm almost done with this file."

"What's the file about?" Harry asked, wondering if the professor will tell him at all.

The professor laughed before continuing, "work. It would seem that my surrogate brother is handling the other quarter back at home. I can't bear to let him do too much, after all.

"Well, I'm almost done."

Harry gave a slight nod, not really understanding whatever that his professor had just said and stared at the firewall that was directly opposite him. He felt a little uneasy about that fireplace but he could not point out the cause directly. He looked down and stared at the assignment in front of him and saw a name scrawled on the parchment.

Draco Malfoy

Harry's lips tugged upwards and he read the essay.

How To Avoid Conflicts

First of all, to avoid conflicts, the other party must not make you angry. Conflicts are like stupid people. Just like stupid people, they are unable to think. If the other party makes you angry then too bad, it is hard to not avoid it. The (arse was scribbled away) other person must first (kneel was scribbled away) bow and apologise in order to avoid conflicts.

Conflicts are stupid because only I can be the greatest. People are supposed to bow to me and not supposed to start an argument with me because I am right. Others are just inferior beings, especially (Mudbloods and Half-bloods was cancelled away with a single line) those that are not pure blood like me. The only one who can scold me is my father. I honestly think…

Harry could not stop laughing and doubled over, snorting at he held the parchment. He would have crushed the parchment if the professor had not came over to get it out of his hands. Harry did not even hear the professor walking over and he quickly bit his lips to make himself stop laughing. His eyes were bulged as he tried to keep the laughter in.

Professor Sawada took a look at the essay and he raised his eyebrows. He gave a slight smile before bending down to put the parchment on the coffee table. He took out a quill (that had magically appeared out of nowhere) and he wrote some lines on the parchment before handing it back to Harry, "Put it where you took it from." The professor walked away to grab a mug and refilled it with coffee.

It's great to have confidence. But sometimes, reality kicks egoistic pure-bloods in their (arse was cancelled with a single line) butt and they fall and bow in front of their DADA teacher to beg to not do another piece of essay. By tomorrow.

Harry gave another roar of laughter at the comment and placed the piece of essay back. The professor sipped the coffee and smiled as he folded himself into the sofa. He placed his mug beside Harry's. Unlike the mug Harry had, Professor Sawada's was dark orange and there was a small crest at the base of the handle. As if the Professor had seen Harry's eyes drifting to the mug, he turned the cup handle away from Harry' prying eyes.

"What's that crest on the mug, Professor?" Harry asked innocently.

"Ah!" Professor Sawada turned the mug's handle around and pointed at the crest, "this?" Harry nodded and he smiled, "Oh, it's the company that manufactured the cup."

"Professor Sawada, can I have request?" The professor's raised eyebrows egged him on with his sentence.

"Well, I'm… I'm in the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new Keeper at five o'clock on Friday and I was - was wondering whether I could skip detention that night and do it - do it another night… instead…"

He knew the answer even before he finished the sentence.

"Oh, " Professor's eyes frowned, " 'This is your punishment for spreading stories, Mr. Potter, and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty one's convenience. No, you will come here at five o'clock tomorrow, and the next day, and on Friday too, and you will do your detentions as planned. I think it rather a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach you.' Would be what Dolores would say to you. In any case, I have already planned out my detentions with you so there would be no space for me to let you on Friday. Oh, Dolores wants to do your detention on Thursday though."

Harry frowned then asked, "What are we doing today then?"

"Well, it is going to be pretty simple. We are going to have a small talk about manners." The professor said, looking at Harry's eyes.

"You do understand that going around telling everyone about Voldermort's return is pretty dangerous?"

"You believe me?" Harry asked, not believing what he had just heard.

"No. I'm just telling you is dangerous." Professor Sawada shook his head.

"Manners are needed if you want others to believe in your words. For example, if you go around screaming that you are right and others are wrong, no one will, ever, want to believe you.

"Manners are something used in our daily lives to make a good impression on others and to feel good about oneself. No matter where you are - at home, school, or with friends - practicing good manners is important.

"Good manners are more than helping others to carry things, opening the door for them and writing notes that portrayed how much you want to thank them. While opening doors for others and writing notes is great, sincere courtesy goes way deeper. Being polite and courteous means considering how others are feeling.

"If you practice good manners, you are showing those around you that you are considerate of their feelings and respectful. You are also setting standards for others' behaviour and encouraging them to treat you with similar respect. And this is why it is very much important.

"Every culture and individual may have different rules or feelings about what is polite or is not polite. The goal of this course is to review some of the more basic and common rules of polite behaviour in our society. Do you get all that?" Harry nodded, wondering why the professor was telling him all this. Was it because he had screamed at him? Well, he was pretty rude, he thought.

The professor smiled and he pointed to a book on the table. It was a book that Harry had not noticed at all. He picked it up and glanced at the title: Manners and Etiquette. Harry inwardly groaned. Professor Sawada smiled and turned to him, "Let's have you read this book, shall we? I have much work to be done after all."

Harry groaned and Professor Sawada chuckled, "I hated books as well. But, this book is pretty good. It is written by a friend of mine."

Harry raised his eyebrows and he saw the author. The author's name was Fong and he thought that the name was pretty cute.

"Cute, isn't it? The name that is." The professor chuckled again. He told Harry to read the first five chapters and when he was done, he would tell the professor what it meant. If he had done all that, he would be free to go.

Harry nodded and Professor Sawada went back to the table. He took another file from the huge stack. The file was a darker shade of purple and Harry wondered if that belonged to a man. The purple seemed as if it represented a man of some sort. Harry heard Professor Sawada groaned loudly and he was scribbling things on the paper. It had seemed that he was signing some things. Harry shook his head and opened out the book. He hope that it was be enticing.

Humans are like animals and animals like to be treated with respect. This thus gave the conclusion that humans like to be treated with respect as well.

Harry groaned. Today would be a long day.

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