Hello there everyone!

I sincerely hope that you are all enjoying the story so far, and plan to continue enjoying it in future chapters. Though, I suppose that is going to be based on how well I write the chapters, right?

Anyway, I will get right to the point and get the disclaimer over with.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT - repeat DO NOT- own KHR or HP. They belong to Akira Amano and J.K. Rowling respectively. Thank you.

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*Runs for cover*

Chapter 9:

In a dark mansion in a dark room lit only by a single fireplace -that did nothing to warm the room- there sat what used to be a man.

I say used to be since he is now a shadow of his former self; he looked like a deformed baby, wrapped in blankets as he sat upon an armchair beside the oddly green fireplace.

His skin, pale and thin, clearly displayed the blue and red veins beneath. Slit pupils stared madly from blood red eyes as the snake-faced 'man' looked down at his kneeling coward of a follower. A certain familiar rat-face named Peter Pettigrew.

"Wormtail." the 'man's' voice was hoarse but authoritative, "What information have you to give me from my little friend?"

"M-my Lord." the fat, slimy rat of a man stuttered, "h-he brings news, m-my Lord."

"Well? I await this news."

"M-my Lord. H-Harry Potter and his f-f-friends have g-gained a-a-allies from a-another school."

"Which school, Wormtail."

"M-M-Maho No Hi Ac-cademy."

"Really? I don't believe that is one of the... 'Big Three'."

"I-it isn't. M-my Lord."

"I see. Ask him to continue looking into things. I shall think of our next step."

"Y-y-yes. My L-lord. I-It shall b-be d-d-d-done. M-my Lord."

The room grew dark, and Harry woke up gasping. It was another strange dream, like the one he had this summer. What did it mean?

Knowing sleep would not return to him after that nightmare, he reached for his glasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose before changing into his uniform and tiptoeing out of his room to the common room.

Plopping down onto a couch, he raised his hands to his temples and gave a tired sigh which one would expect to lave an old man, not a fourteen year old boy.

What did that dream mean? After defeating him not once, but TWICE (third year there was. no. Voldy! only that stupid rat!) Voldemort was still not dead? There was a follower at Hogwarts? Whoever he or she was, they knew about the fourth school, and interested in something.

It couldn't be the twins, him, Ron -who was finally on speaking terms with Harry again- or Hermione since Harry knew while they showed interest in the school, it wasn't in that way. But the options were still practically endless as lots of people took interest in the odd school. Hell, the Death Eater could be practically anyone!

In his tired thought process, he didn't notice he had returned to the bedroom and was sitting on his bed with parchment, a quill, and ink until he had already wrote "Dear Padfoot," at the top.

Considering his options, he could either sneak out and burn the parchment in the common room fire, or write the letter and wait till a more reasonable hour of the morning to head to the owlery. Since he already began writing, he might as well.

Dear Padfoot,

It's been a while since we've talked. I hope you're alright.

The thing is, I've been having these weird dreams, and I think Voldemort is interested in the fourth school. Well, you probably haven't heard of it. I don't know what your news is like.

Anyway. There's a fourth school competing in the Tournament this year from Japan called Maho No Hi Academy. They use this strange magic that involves colorful fire in eight different colors with different properties. I don't know exactly how it works, but I think one of them said it worked through resolve? I'm not sure. Anyway, stay safe. I just felt I needed to tell someone, and you're the only one I find approachable about all this since it's three in the morning, and Dumbledore is busy with the Tournament.

Stay safe, and DON'T PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER!

Your godson,

Harry

The boy who lived sighed and checked to see if he spelled everything correctly. He was pretty sure he had. Then, he grabbed his invisibility cloak since it was still three in the morning -and students are not supposed to be out of bed at such ungodly hours of the day- and slowly sneaked out of the common room towards the owlery.

He didn't notice he was being tailed by a certain mist and rain, who followed his flame signature, while cloaked by a light fog of indigo mist flames.

Exchanging glances, they decided he wasn't a problem to them and continued their patrol after he reached the owlery. They did, however, report that Harry was awake and out of bed to Tsuna, who reported to Reborn.

Walking around for another hour, they head back to the common room and head off to wake Ryohei and Meifeng, who volunteered for the next patrol.

Dawn came quickly, and soon the Family found themselves in the Great Hall after morning training, something the Nurse was STILL seething about, eating a "peaceful" breakfast.

"Peaceful" as in Gokudera and Yamamoto were once again in a one-sided argument with Yamamoto laughing. Ryohei was talking loudly about boxing to anyone who would listen as he ate, Hibari is being restrained by Meifeng, who somehow stole his tonfas... again, and Chrome was feeding a hyper Lambo as Tsuna somehow managed to tune the Family out and eat in relative peace while Reborn watched in amusement from the teacher table.

At least it wasn't boring, right?

Either way, the Weasley twins somehow ended up in Ryohei's conversation, and Ryohei explained boxing with EXTREME PASSION while those not yet used to his boisterous behavior suffered becoming partially deaf for the day.

Eventually Hibari stood and left while Meifeng followed him to return his tonfas, something about him "being well behaved during the meal".

Harry sure didn't want to know, Hibari was quite scary, and he was not afraid to admit it. He would take the horntail any day.

Anyway, time for Potions! Yaaaaay...! Nope.

I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!

Anyway, this chapter was hard to get. For some reason I just couldn't find how to word it, so I finally decided to say "screw it, I will work on you until you sparkle in a way much more appealing than Edward Cullen".

Sorry to any Twilight fans.

So, please like and review if you forgive :).