Magic and Flames
A Katekyo Hitman Reborn –Harry Potter Crossover
A/N: Short chapter. I just -gosh- sprained my neck in the morning and is currently trying to work on my report that is to be submitted by tomorrow. Really sorry for this really late update. School and examinations happened. Well, on a side note, 200 follows! ;) and 137 Favourites!
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 9: A long morning
"Tell me all I want to know and I will heal your friend."
Harry shuddered and nodded shakily. He drew in a shaky breath and closed his eyes when he felt the cold metal pressing harder into his forehead.
There was a loud click.
"Ah, I ran out of bullets," Reborn said with indifference before he dropped the gun to the floor.
The green gun was a transfigured chameleon. The chameleon dropped onto the floor and climbed back up the man with the fedora. He knelt beside Ron and took a look at the shoulder wound.
The blood was spreading. Still spreading.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM YOU JERK!" Harry heard Hermione scream.
"Don't…" Harry heard Ron mumble, his eyes wide open with terror.
Reborn placed his palm on the shoulder wound, earning a wince from the victim.
"I SAID NOT TO TOUCH HIM! DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Hermione screamed.
The victim gasped out loud and bit on his own lips. His eyes were shut tightly. Harry saw Lavender's mouth opened and closed, somewhat like a goldfish. Neville's eyes bulged. Both of them were standing right next to each other and if the situation was not so dire, by putting them together through some editing software, you will most probably get some distorted and weird goldfish.
There was a light glow of yellow on the palms of the fedora man and Ron's face visibly relaxed. The fedora man patted his palms and smirked, hitting hard on the shoulder. However, Ron did not gasp or wince; he was fast asleep.
"That's a slight effect of the magic. If the wound is extensive, the victim will sleep. But he'll be dandy in a few hours' time."
Harry nodded and turned to look at Hermione, asking for the next step. Honestly, Harry was afraid. He did not know what to do. The man was so scary! He carries a gun around, can heal people and scares the shit out of people. Harry took a step forward, putting his right foot at the front.
"Another step, Harry Potter, and I will ensure your friend over here goes through living hell."
Harry shuddered immensely, thinking about how the holes will appear in the body of Ron. Harry thought of the Cruciatus curse and shuddered again, giving Reborn the evil eye. The look that was returned was something Harry could level with Voldermort's.
He heard a soft whimper from beside Ron and Harry looked down. He found himself looking at Professor Sawada's limp form. The professor was whimpering and his eyebrows were scrunched together; his lips were bitten down hard. His mouth was still leaking blood but the blood looked thinner and Harry hoped that it was a good sign. A sheen of sweat was seen covering the professor's face and Harry crouched down. He knelt beside the professor and touched the forehead of the man. He flinched at the hotness of the fevered skin and pressed his palm against the cheek and felt coldness instead.
"Professor…!" Harry shook the brunette lightly, afraid to injure the man.
"Nnghh…" the professor whimpered softly as his face scrunched up even more.
"Professor!" Harry shook the professor even more this time, wanting to wake the man up.
"Professor!" Harry heard Lavender's voice.
"Professor Sawada!"
"Prof-!"
The professor had looked so fragile at that point and Harry thought he might just break and crumble into dust. As he thrashed around, he subconsciously was flinching away from Harry's touch. Harry had tried to grab hold onto the professor but the professor backed away, as if knowing someone was there.
Harry saw Reborn inching forward towards the professor and he stood in front of the thrashing man. He spread his arms wide, like how Ron had done with him, and wished to protect the professor. He glared at the man with the fedora, ignoring all the screams he got from the people behind the screens.
"Don't block me."
The three words were spoken with menace and evil. It was so menacing that Harry had taken a step backwards unconsciously. Realising that he had taken a step backwards, he took a step front again and took up a brave front.
"Please… Let her… Take me instead! PLEASE!" Harry immediately turned around knelt beside the professor. As like before, the professor flinched away when Harry tried to touch him. Instead the screams got louder, "PLEASE! Let me take her place! PLEASE!"
Harry tried to grip the professor's hand again but the professor, once again, tried to worm out of his grasp. Reborn cursed aloud and pushed Harry aside, approaching the professor.
No! He's going to injure the professor!
"Don't…!" Harry shouted.
"Don't you dare-!"
"Don't touch Professor Sawada!"
"Harry, do something!"
"Get hell away from the Professor!"
Reborn hugged the professor tight against his chest, despite all the thrashing around. The more the professor thrashed, the tighter Reborn hugged the man. Unlike what the professor had did to Harry, he did not flinch away from Reborn's touch. Nor did he immerse himself in the touch.
The professor simply thrashed around in Reborn's embrace. The man in fedora whispered words into the brunette's ear while stroking the brunette's hair. His every stroke of the hair seemed as though he was caressing his other half. The entire moment would have been touching if the professor was not still whimpering.
There was silence. Pin-drop silence for merlin-knows-how-long till it was broken by the man in fedora.
"Hey, Potter."
Harry was taken aback for a few moments before he responded by moving nearer to Reborn. The professor that was in the arms of Reborn at that moment looked so vulnerable, so fragile. The professor still had a sheen of sweat on his face. The face was so pale, it could compare with a plain white sheet of paper. However, the professor does not seem to have been out of his misery yet. The professor's eyes were shut tight and his knuckles which were gripping onto the hem of Reborn's cloak was turning white from lack of blood circulation.
"Please help me get a bucket of ice-cold water."
Harry glanced at Hermione for help and she nodded (even though he was pretty sure she had rolled her eyes). She conjured a bucket of water and conjured out ice. She pushed the bucket across the shields and Harry went over to fetch it, thanking Hermione in the process. She had mouthed "Don't mention it".
"Here," Harry passed the bucket to Reborn, who was starting to stroke the professor's hair once again.
"Pour it onto him."
"Eh?" Harry asked, eyes widened in confusion.
Reborn looked right into the eyes of Harry and Harry knew that look. It was the look that professors like to give their students. The look that said 'do whatever the professor tells you to do because they're the professors and you're the bloody student'.
Harry poured the bucket of ice-cool water onto the professor, drenching Reborn in the process. But the man in fedora did not seem to care. He, instead, seemed a little worried instead.
Harry's hands were turning numb from the cold of the bucket and was shocked to find out that the professor had not woken up at all which was worrying. Harry was worried. He glanced at Reborn again to find that the man was hugging the professor even harder. He was no longer whispering as well.
"Please. Tsuna. Wake up. It's just a nightmare. I'm here. No one is getting injured. Please."
Harry was pretty sure whatever that Reborn had just spoken was neither English nor French. It sounded like Japanese. Harry glanced once again at Reborn and wondered if another bucket of ice-cool water was needed. Reborn briefly looked up and nodded.
Hermione had already conjured up another bucket of water with ice in it. Harry had immediately grabbed it and poured the contents onto the professor (unfortunately, Reborn as well).
This time, the professor started to stir.
"Nnngh…" The professor whimpered, his eyes attempting to open.
"Come on now, Tsuna. Open up."
The professor's eyes opened wide. The first thing he saw was Reborn's face and apparently, that had made him feel more comfortable because he had immediately hugged the man back tightly, whispering softly into the man in fedora's ear.
Harry could hear murmurs like "Onegai", "Chrome" and "snake". Harry was pretty sure the first word "Onegai" is a Japanese word. Chrome should be a colour while snake is a snake. However, why was the others all spoken in Japanese and only "snake" is spoken in English?
Harry could see tears rolling off the face of the pale professor. He was crying and sniffling, still hugging hard onto Reborn who had his arms around the professor as well. The two simply stayed there for almost to a half hour until the huge doors of the DADA room swung open.
A silver-haired man ran inside the room. Harry was pretty sure he had never seen this man before and was also pretty sure he would not be able to pass through the shields. The man was wearing muggle clothes, armed with dynamites and a cigarette in his mouth.
"JYUUDAIME!"
Harry was sure that was Japanese. When the silver haired man passed through the shields, everyone, including Harry gasped. Harry immediately blocked the man from going closer towards the professor and the man glared at Harry.
"Move, kid."
Harry shook his head and pointed his wand at the silver haired man.
"Move!"
Harry shook his head once again, "Who are you?"
"Hayato Gokudera. Now, move!"
Harry glared at the man and pointed his wand even closer to the man. He did not trust this hooligan looking man and was certainly not going to let him pass himself and let him go towards the professor.
"Harry…"
Harry glanced backwards and saw that it was the professor who had called him. Harry quickly stumble over to the professor and knelt beside him, glaring at Reborn in the process.
"I know him… Let him…"
Reborn stood up to make way for the approaching Harry. However, he still stood protectively behind Professor Sawada; His shin supporting the back of Professor Sawada.
"But…!" Harry started to protest but was stopped by the cold hand of the professor. The professor caressed Harry's face, stroking from his scar and down to the chin. He then smiled weakly and cupped Harry's cheeks.
"Look… at me."
Harry looked right into the professor's eyes and felt himself tearing up. He felt as if he was seeing Cedric dying again. The eyes of the professor looked so desperate and hopeless.
"Hold me up," there was a little shiver in the voice.
"Gokudera."
The silver haired man ran forward and Harry passed Professor Sawada to him, placing the weak professor down into his arms gently.
"Be careful, Jyuudaime... I told you we should have gone..."
Harry could not understand what they were saying and simply tuned them out. He gave another evil glare to Reborn, who returned it but with less intensity. Harry thought that the man with the fedora does indeed care a lot of Professor Sawada. He swallowed and began tinkering with his wand.
Reborn went over to Professor Sawada and whispered softly into his ear. Professor Sawada nodded before lifting up his own wand weakly. His wand tip sparked and the atmosphere seemed to be less tense. Professor Sawada smiled, looking straight at Harry then at the shields.
Harry followed the gaze and realised that those shimmering shields were gone but all the students refused to move, as if afraid that Reborn would strike them.
Ron still lay in the middle of the room; Hermione right by his side. Harry rushed over, taking huge strides and knelt down, knees crashing into the cold, unforgiving floor with a loud thud.
"How is he, Hermione?"
"He-He's fine, breathing is normal. Pulse too."
Harry felt something piercing through his back and he turned, noticing the source of it at once.
Surprisingly, it was not Reborn who was glaring at him, but someone else: the silver-haired man.
Only at that moment did Harry noticed the weapons the man was carrying on him. Dynamites, guns, arrows...
Is he a muggle, Harry mused, as he stared at the silver haired man carry the currently unconscious Professor Sawada out. Reborn lifted the fedora a little, revealing his eyes which had been staring at Neville (Neville had been so still, he could pass off as a free with no problems). His gaze switched towards Harry and the cold air stung his pores. He stared back, hoping to return the favour.
Reborn smirked (Harry suspect that was worthy of Malfoy's smirks, if not better) and turned his back against them, his cloak billowing. He stepped away, heels clicking against the floor and a pin drop silence ensued in the room, where no one dared to made a sound.
Then, Ron had to snore.
Hermione sighed deeply before turning around to everyone else, "What's up with you lot!" She shouted, face turning somewhat red, "get yourselves useful by packing up this room."
She then turned to Harry, eyes sparkling with anger, "And you, Harry James Potter, stop -for Merlin's sake, Ron stop snoring!- staring into space and get a teacher, Merlin's beard!"
This is going to be a long morning.
