Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, merely the plot and the circumstances I put them in. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano.

Warnings: Slash (male/male pairings), AU for HP after GoF, violence, language, sexual situations, hints/concepts of reincarnation, crack, etc.

Pairings: 18Harry (Hibari/Harry), Alaude/OC, minor 6927 (Mukuro/Tsuna), mentions of Neville/Luna, Cedric/OMC and past Cedric/Harry

Timeline/Ages: Future/Adults

Here By My Side, An Angel

The room was stylish, lavishly decorated with expensive materials and furniture despite its somewhat small size. But it was expected for such a high earning courtesan. Yet Alaude didn't care for such things, he didn't pay to admire the room but what it held within. Blue eyes were trained on the fragile creature that sat in front of an elegant vanity, a gentle smile curled upon coral pink lips. The courtesan was male, younger than Alaude by at least several years, but he was beautiful.

Blond hair framed his pale face, the strands glittering under the lights as if they were spun from gold while green eyes that reminded the Cloud Guardian of early spring leaves watched him. The boy was dressed in a loose fitting silk robe revealing enticing skin that molded over a subtle frame. This wasn't their first meeting nor would it be their last.

"Welcome back Lord Alaude," the boy murmured gently in greeting, his green eyes revealing genuine happiness at his appearance. Standing he walked over and ran his hands over his chest, smoothing out his coat gently as he questioned, "Have you been well sir? It's been some time since you were last in my company."

"I've been busy," Alaude explained, "And what of you Asher?"

"Hmmm, as well as expected," Asher replied pausing in his fiddling. In a quieter voice he admitted, "I have missed you my lord. It has been… lonely without your presence."

"Forgive me," he apologized, his fingers automatically soothing the young boy, carding through blond hair and skimming along soft skin. Alaude wasn't sure what it was about this child that softened him; that warmed his frigid heart and allowed him to feel something other than rage, detachment or distaste. Some would have the romantic notion that their meeting had been fate, but Alaude didn't believe in fate. Rather he felt it had been chance; it had been chance that he was walking along the street in front of the Night Star brothel, it was chance that he happened to look up just in time to catch a glimpse of Asher just as he was opening his window, his lips moving as he sang a soft melody.

But whether it had been fate, destiny or chance, Alaude had gazed upon the gentle little song bird and became curious; curiosity turned into infatuation which morphed into lust and now it was more. Alaude came when he had time, at least several times a month and paid a pretty penny to spend a moment with his little song bird who sat in his golden cage. Yet it had been worth it. When Asher sang, whether in words or tones of pleasure, the world melted away and Alaude would relax, the stress in his body disappearing without a trace. The cage became his own prison, a hiding place from who he was and his responsibilities to his work and to Vongola.

Yet once more things were changing; Alaude was becoming increasingly busy with his work at the French Secret Intelligence Division and he was finding less time to spare for Asher. But rather than brushing it off, it bothered the Cloud Guardian. He wasn't the kindest person; many often said that he was cold, cruel and calculative. And he was, he knew he could be because it was his job. But he also greedy and possessive of things he saw as his, few that they may be. And Asher was his; he never showed it but Alaude despised having to share his song bird with his other clients.

Deep within himself there was a burning fire, a jealousy that could rival the sun. It couldn't stand knowing that Asher sang for others, that he was touched by dirty hands that forced him to moan and beg and quiver in ecstasy. If it weren't for his tight and well practiced control, Alaude was sure that he would have unleashed his fury long ago.

"Lord Alaude?" Asher questioned softly staring up at the older man, concern coloring his voice. Focusing on the creature in his embrace, Alaude shook his head eyes conveying that he wished not to speak. Nodding in understanding Asher offered a smile, "Shall I ring for tea to be brought up?"

"No," Alaude replied reaching down to undo the knot of Asher's sash, allowing the robe to fall open, "I've left you alone for too long. Allow me to make it up to you." Asher blushed timidly but nodded allowing the Cloud Guardian to lay him upon the bed. Icy blue eyes devoured the image before them, taking in the baited breaths and the lustful anticipation on Asher's face. The blond was positively quivering, his eyes calling for Alaude; reaching for him like a man thirsting for water. Alaude smirked as he finished undressing before climbing onto the young boy, pausing to admire his face.

"Lord Alaude," Asher whimpered his voice wanton and desperate. Smirking wider Alaude leaned down and finally kissed him. Asher was his, his beautiful song bird and he would make sure to remind him of that.

-x-x-x-x-x-

It was a week later that he returned, his features blank but eyes full of determination. It was too much, the separation was too much for him and he cursed this weakness of his. Alaude didn't care what he had to do, Asher would be his and the weight resting against his hip reminded him of that. He was sure it would be more than enough and if she didn't budge, Alaude had plenty of black mail to make her see reason. Stepping into the Night Star, Alaude immediately made his way toward the back office ignoring the various other customers and courtesans. Giving a firm knock he waited before a muffled voice beckoned him in.

"Madame Isabella," Alaude greeted neutrally as he stepped in. Isabella glanced up from her work taking in the regal form of the man before her. One couldn't deny that Alaude was a handsome man and many lusted for him, Isabella included but he was cold toward all; except for one. Oh how she wished she could entice this man into her bed, to show him the pleasures she could offer. But he was absorbed in Asher and Isabella wasn't sure whether to be grateful for the profits brought in or jealous that the attentions of a man she wanted were not upon her. Either way, it seemed that Alaude had business with her which made her curious.

"Welcome Lord Alaude, I didn't expect you in today but you're in luck. Asher is currently free at the moment if you wish to see him. Or have you perhaps finally decided to sample some of our other… varieties," Isabella purred fluttering her eye lashes. Alaude held in the urge to sneer and instead reached into his coat, pulling out a rather sizable pouch tossing it onto the table. The heavy thud and clink of metal indicated it was money.

"I wish to buy Asher," he stated bluntly catching Isabella off guard. Blinking in confusion she hesitated, "Lord Alaude?"

"You heard me correctly Madame. I suggest we make this quick, I am a busy man."

"S-surely you're joking," Isabella croaked glancing from the bag to Alaude and back, "Asher is our highest earning male courtesan. His beauty and voice fetch quite a bit of money as you know personally my lord. To lose him would certainly bring down our profits."

Alaude glared coldly at her excuse making Isabella tense and glance at the pouch once more. On the one hand it was certainly a lot of money, more than what Asher still had to pay off. He had been brought in by his own father in order to pay off a gambling debt he owed Isabella's brother and so Asher had been working for her for a few years now. The money would certainly cover what was left. Yet on the other hand Isabella wanted to be spiteful; why should the little urchin who basked in Alaude's affections be allowed to gain freedom and remain at the beautiful man's side? The envious part of her heart wanted to deny him, deny their fairy tale ending.

"I do not joke Madame. Now shall I be allowed to fetch him or would you prefer to continue this foolish game? It's only a wonder what would happen to yourself and your brother should word get out about the other… illegal activities you indulge in; drugs come to mind."

Isabella froze staring with wide frightened eyes at the man before her, his features devoid of emotion and his eyes gleaming like the surface of a frozen lake. Swallowing heavily Isabella pulled the pouch toward her and nodded, "O-of course Lord Alaude. Asher is yours."

"Good." Without a word Alaude turned and walked out of the office following the familiar path upstairs to the bedrooms. Reaching Asher's he didn't bother to knock and let himself in causing the poor blond boy to jump, startled. Rather than his usual robes, Asher was wearing a simple dress shirt with pants and suspenders. He had been sitting at the small table tucked into the corner of his room, a book in hand.

"Lord Alaude?" Asher squeaked eyes wide in surprise having not expected him since he hadn't made an appointment, "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad to see you sir."

"Come," Alaude ordered holding his hand out. Staring at it strangely, Asher blinked, "Sir?"

"I've paid Madame Isabella what you owe. You're mine as of now."

Green eyes widened further flickering with various emotions, mainly shock and awe. Licking his lips he whispered softly, "W-Why would you do that? Surely you'd have better things to waste your money on than someone like me."

"I could… but I'd rather not. You belong to me Asher, you will remain by my side. Do you not wish that my little song bird?" Alaude purred his eyes darkening. Shivering at his tone, Asher nervously glanced at his hand then back to his face. After a moment he timidly reached out and took it, basking in the warmth of the older man's palm and fingers as they curled around his own. Standing he browsed around the room which had been his cage for so long and wondered if he should take anything.

"Do not concern yourself with packing," Alaude interrupted, "Whatever you need I shall purchase for you. All you need is yourself."

"Y-yes Lord Alaude."

"No lord… just call me Alaude," the Cloud Guardian corrected bringing Asher's hand to his lips, placing a kiss on it. Asher fidgeted in embarrassment wondering if perhaps his face would invent a whole new shade of red. But Alaude didn't seem to mind, he found amusement in it. With a comforting squeeze to the hand in his own and the softest of glances shared between them, Alaude guided his pet out of the brothel and into the world.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Harry groaned as he shifted and his eyes fluttered open, squinting as beams of light managed to bypass the heavy drapes and land on his face. Rolling over, he huffed in annoyance and cuddled closer to Hibari trying to hide from the evil light. He felt Hibari move next to him and arms immediately wrapped around his waist, cradling him firmly. A husky voice questioned, "What's wrong?"

"Nnnn, stupid light woke me up," Harry muttered grumpily. Hibari snorted although one hand moved to soothingly rub along his lover's spine, trying to relax him. Like magic, Harry melted and snuggled closer enjoying the attention and warmth. Yawning he commented, "I had a dream."

"Hm? What kind of dream?"

"It was a strange dream," Harry began trying to grasp at the fleeting images in his mind, "There was a man named Alaude… I think it was the same Alaude that used to be the first generation Cloud Guardian."

"Oh?" Hibari grunted perking a little in interest, listening closer. Humming, Harry continued, "Anyway… in the dream he kept going to this brothel to see this beautiful boy… he was called Asher, but Alaude referred to him as his song bird. I don't remember a lot but I think at one point Alaude paid the rest of Asher's debt and took him away to stay with him. I think they were in love."

"Hn… did it bother you?" Hibari inquired.

"No… it actually didn't. For some reason watching them made me feel… happy… warm… it was strange and I'm not even sure why I dreamed it," Harry admitted feeling confusion. It had been a dream but for some reason it felt like more, like a memory. Holding him closer Hibari yawned, "Then don't concern yourself."

"Yeah… you're right," the wizard replied settling himself again, "Lets go back to sleep. We have a meeting with Tsuna later."

"Hn." Harry smiled and kissed his lover's chest in assurance before relaxing. He wasn't sure what the dream meant or why he had it, but something deep within his soul wished to hold onto it. To keep these precious feelings and images close, so he would. He would hold onto them for as long as he existed and maybe even beyond.

I have no excuse! It just came to me and it wouldn't let me alone! Alaude and Hibari are so alike not only in looks, but personality so I can't help but think that it's reincarnation! And then it started getting me thinking: If Hibari is Alaude's reincarnation, what if perhaps Alaude was in love with someone whom would eventually become Harry in another life? Am I making any sense or maybe I'm just losing it. Sorry that most of the chapter is about Alaude and Asher, but they are tied in with Hibari and Harry as I'm sure you've guessed even before my little rant.

And in other news! I'm finally almost over my illness. I'm still hacking up a lung occasionally, but it's not too bad. It's usually in the mornings when I wake up and after I eat something. It's weird, sometimes I even breathe a certain way and it leads to a coughing fit. While it's an improvement over last week, I'd still rather just be back to full health. But what majorly sucks is that I got my mom sick. So I bought her pretty jewelry and a book to make her feel better! :D I try to be a good daughter, I really do.

Anyway! You guys know the drill! Let me know what you think by leaving a lovely review! They are always appreciated! Thank you!

~Seth

P.S! I had an idea, but I want to run it by you guys! I was thinking about pairing Hermione with someone from KHR, but I'm not sure who. I'm torn between Yamamoto or Dino although I'm leaning toward Dino. Let me know what you think!