So, um... Yeah. I know that I said that the next chapter would be next year. But this isn't really a chapter so... I think it works... Maybe. And I'm being awkward for no reasons.

Also, this chapter is here because there were so many deleted scenes that I couldn't place in the previous chapter. Mainly because it didn't go with the flow. And now that we're in the real Kokuyo arc, I can't put them. So, here, chapter special. Should I call it Omake?

There isn't really a chronology in those snippets because everything happened between chapter 12 and 13. And also, a little bit after chapter 13. Well, if the chronology confuses you, you can always send me a PM, I'm not that busy so I'll answer it as quickly as possible. That being said, enjoy your Christmas (or Hanukkah. Do you even give presents in Hanukkah?) present.

"What is the point in putting a dead tree in our living room?" Mukuro asked when he barged in the Kokuyo demise and noticed the tree.

Well, it was a rather big pine tree.
So big that he really wondered how Harry had succeeded in putting it there without breaking it. Seriously. It was that big.
Also, Harry was wearing a distinctive uniform. A red uniform.

"Did you dye your Kokuyo uniform?" Mukuro asked with disbelief painted all over his face.

Because the dye wasn't really pretty. In fact, it looked almost like Harry had took a batch of blood and had splashed it on his uniform. And Mukuro had the inkling that he had guessed right when he saw his so called father chuckle nervously.

"Let's just say yes and never talk about this again, okay?" the dark haired pleaded while he walked swiftly to the pine tree.

"How the hell did I end here anyway?" Mukuro asked as he rubbed pensively his chin. "I'm pretty sure that I wasn't in Kokuyo..."

"Mukuro-dear," Harry sighed as he shook his head. "It seems that you don't understand this world rules... When it's Christmas, miracles happen."

"And that's it? Miracles happen?!"

"Yup," the dark haired nodded happily.

"And what are supposed to do in this... Miracle?" Mukuro gritted his teeth.

He didn't believe in miracles, they hadn't happened in his Estraneo days. However, Harry had happened.
Could he take it as the hyper preteen was a miracle himself?
Mukuro pondered over it and rubbed his chin while he smirked faintly.

Harry was way too stupid to be called a miracle.

[...]

"Just saying but... Is this not a little exaggerated?" The Italian asked as he shifted uneasily on the chair.

His bindings tightened around him and he sighed deeply when he met the happy woman's eyes.

"Of course not, darling," Sawada Nana answered happily. "Now, wait patiently, the priest will be here in two hours!"

"Cazzo," the man swore under his breath.

Of all the things that could happen to him, he never imagined that marrying a brat was the one who could kill him. He was so going to ask Reborn for a pay raise...

Nana smiled happily to herself and continued sweeping the kitchen while her future son in law muttered under his breath that he would never trust a baby again.

[...]

"Say, Tsuna," Harry suddenly said and the teenager bolted awake.

This was the first night that the preteen was living with the Sawada household and Tsuna was a little nervous around him. Mostly because after one night, he had managed to change Yamamoto. The poor boy had passed from a great lad to a crazy one who claimed that he was going to become the best prostitute in the world...
It was obvious that Tsuna feared what could happen to him.

"Yes?" he squeaked faintly.

Harry shifted on his futon and looked at Tsuna in silence. Meanwhile, the Japanese began to write down mentally his last will. Sadly, it wasn't really long...

"Are those manga?" the dark haired asked as his green eyes lightened with childish excitation.

Tsuna blinked owlishly and nodded after taking the time to analyse Harry's inquiry. The boy had seemed honest in his curiosity and the teenager hadn't felt that Harry was scheming something, not like with Reborn...

That damn baby was always scheming something.

"Really?" Harry exclaimed happily before bolting out of his futon. Tsuna jumped from his fright at the preteen's sudden movements and tensed when he noticed the latter looming over his bed.

'This is how my virginity will die,' Tsuna thought dramatically.

However, nothing happened to him because Harry didn't even touch him.

"I'd imagined that the Japanese had more manga than Bermie but I wouldn't have though that you could have a shelf full of them!" The preteen exclaimed as he began to rant how much he had liked and read the meagre collection in Vendicare, wherever the hell was that place.

"Uh..." Tsuna munched nervously his lips and looked shyly at the younger boy. He didn't look like someone who could hurt him. Not like Reborn or Gokudera. In fact, his craziness excluded, he seemed like a really nice guy.

Tsuna wouldn't mind if they became friends. Also, the fact that Harry could channel Lambo's inner sweet kid was a bonus.

"If you want to, you can read them," the brown haired proposed nervously.

Harry's eyes widened and Tsuna tensed, preparing for the blows to hit him. But Harry merely squealed (like a little girl) and smothered him in his arms. That hadn't been Tsuna's first bear hug (he knew Ryohei after all) but it surely had been the most pleasant of all.

Probably because Harry was chanting his thanks without stopping while he jumped on his bed. Still hugging him.

Tsuna smiled.

Finally, Harry Potter wasn't a bad guy. He was quite sweet in fact.

But then, the preteen had to speak.

"So, you and Yamamoto, huh?" Harry wriggled his eyebrows with a wide smile.

Tsuna face palmed.

[...]

Sawada Tsunayoshi's shelf had a beginner otaku's wet dream written all over.

Seriously.

Harry could only marvel at all the titles and the flashy coloured jackets before he finally choose a manga.

"Fishcake, huh?" He read without caring about the fact that it was two in the morning and that Tsuna was trying to sleep. Poor boy had to go to school. But Harry didn't care and he immersed himself in the first volume with a small smile.

When the sun rose in the sky and Tsuna woke up, the brown haired was surprised to find that Harry was sitting in his bed, staring at him intently. Also, the teenager felt his heart stop when he noticed all the abandoned manga in the floor and the crumpled one in Harry's hand.

Oh god, what had he done...

"Um... Good morning?" Tsuna tried. Because sometimes, good manners could save your life. At least, that's what his mother always said.

Harry slowly blinked and the Japanese flinched when he saw the bloodshot eyes. Yep, the preteen had pulled a one-nighter.

"Where's the next volume?" The dark haired said with a raspy voice.

Tsuna gulped slowly. Right, if he made no brisk movements, he could get out of here unscathed. Maybe. If he was lucky.

"Of which series?" He asked with a calm and soothing voice.

Unnerving Harry would be downright stupid, even Tsuna knew it.

'But him jumping on you would be pretty pleasant,' his subconscious supplied.

He didn't think that. He didn't.

"Fishcake!" Harry hissed darkly and Tsuna gulped.

'Just one word and he'll be jumping on you, go get him, tiger!' His subconscious commented snarkily.

Seriously, this was beginning to scare him.

"Um..." Tsuna stalled and tried to find the correct wording. "I think that the mangaka took a break to prepare the anime..."

"Anime?" Harry narrowed his eyes and Tsuna's subconscious held his breath, his wildest dream was finally going to become true...

Seriously, something was wrong with his mind...

"Y-yes," Tsuna sputtered nervously. "They're preparing the anime series now and the mangaka doesn't seem to find the perfect voice for Fishcake... So he took a long break and is looking at voice actors..."

"So, if he found that perfect voice," Harry concluded while he narrowed even more his eyes. "That would mean that he would come back to his manga?"

Tsuna nodded wildly, still not trusting himself because his subconscious was now pressing him to taunt the boy and just get over this. Seriously, those bullet that Reborn didn't stop using on him had perturbed him more than he thought...

"I see..." The raven muttered pensively.

Three days after, the anime Fishcake began and Tsuna looked at Harry with horror. How had he done this miracle?!

[...]

The first time he opened his eyes in the new world, Harry had been quite shocked. Mostly because he was in a cell.

A dirty cell but still. But then, he met Mukuro and quickly forgot about the dirtiness, the cell and everything.

The first time he had seen Bermuda, Harry had been quite surprised. That little (and powerful. Don't forget the powerful) baby was the one who had caught his attention when he was busy talking with his adopted son. And after a little chat with the baby, Harry quickly understood why he had thought that he could be in danger in the prison.

Bermuda was powerful. See? Never forget the powerful part.

And he had his wand.

The first time Harry met Naru, he didn't even spar him a glance. The man was that weak and the wizard sincerely wondered how much time he would last in Vendicare. But then, with time and futile little jabs, Harry found that he liked talking with Naru. The latter had almost the same character as Snape and Harry wanted to see him happy.

Also, with meeting Naru, he met Dino, Reborn and found great ways to exploit this world resources, escape from Vendicare and the Vongola Decimo.

But life wasn't made of all good things, right?

Harry knew that, being the one who had escaped with a lot of people from Vendicare without even breaking a sweat, he would raise suspicion and attract all kind of people. And sadly Naru was in the way. If the wizard wanted to fend off those men, he needed to be sure that his family was alright. Naru wouldn't, he was a mere lawyer that had adopted him. He was so civilian that it became dangerous.

Thus, he used Reborn's test and wrapped it around so Naru thought that he had died, he wasn't the only one because the men stopped following once the Italian sent by Reborn knocked him with a sedative dart and used illusions on him.

But that didn't mean that Harry regretted his acts. Honestly, he just wanted to send another mail to Naru and read his quirky answer with the bellowing voice that he was so fond of. He was almost getting nostalgic of Naru's nagging.

"You know," Mukuro said one morning when Harry apparated in Kokuyo to see if the teenagers needed something. "You could always write your Will... He's a lawyer, right?"

Harry widened his eyes in surprise and jumped to hug ferociously the indigo haired.

"Merlin bless that scheming little head of yours!" He whispered before fluttering away, screaming that he needed a glittery pink pen and paper, lot of paper.

Meanwhile, Mukuro sighed and turned his eyes to the list.

It was getting trickier to beat the members of the list without catching the vigilant eyes of the Vendice.

[...]

'To Naru-tan, the best cellmate a man could have,

I, Harry Potter, sane in body but not in mind, am writing this will because everyone has one, right? Did you know that Tsuna, the Vongola Decimo that you're so fan, rewrote his will at least three times per week? He said it was because Reborn always did things to him.

Should I take it as Reborn is taking advantage of his young and nubile body to seduce him every night?

Now that I live with them, it doesn't happen that much because I sleep with him now (we're the same age so stuff it).

So, where was I?

Right, this is my last will so I have to tell you the truth.

Naru... I'm the one who ate your pudding. Remember your first day in Vendicare? You were trembling like a little animal and saying that you were going to die and all those depressing things. Then, we went to the canteen and got our meal. You said that at least, they had pudding.

But then, some idiot, I think that it was one of the twins, shoved you because they wanted more beens and you were in front of them. That day, you thought that they had stole your pudding and went ballistic on him. Remember how you raised your voice and pointed your finger at him saying that he was the culprit?

The fact is that he wasn't. I took the pudding that fell and ate it because, five seconds rule, you know?

Merlin, now that you know, I feel so relieved!

I think that I can die without regrets now!

Also, I don't regret meeting your niece, she's really charming. Even Mukuro was seduced!

Lot of love, Harry Naruhoudou-Potter.

PS: Just kidding, Mukuro didn't even touch her. Or talk to her, he was too frightened to do it.

PPS: If I die, I made sure to transfer all my bank accounts to Mukuro's so don't panic if they disappear.

PPPS: Please, just get on it with Ryuuji, his sexdrive needs to be screwed. Repetitively. So just do it!

PPPPS: I was happy to be your son. It's sad that it didn't last long...

PPPPPS: I'm sorry of dying in Ryuuji's house. Tell him that I'm sorry, I know that blood can be a bitch with a beige carpet.

PPPPPPS: Love you, mate.'

[...]

'You have a new mail~'

The mechanical voice announced calmly and Harry put down his manga to blink owlishly. He didn't expect a mail, Tsuna was in school, the damn baby too, Mukuro was planning World War Three with his little friends and his dear Italian was shopping with Nana.

Yes, the Italian was now living with them. Even Reborn had been surprised by that and Harry was ready to bet his wand that the adorable Nana was behind this.

But he didn't really care, the Italian was a great guy and whenever they were bored, they liked to get on it in front of Tsuna.

The boy blushed like no one else.

"Papa, mail," Lambo said and Harry smiled fondly at his second son.

He had finally passed the state of pure disbelief and was now leaning in the 'isn't my son the cutest thing ever?!' state.

It was obvious that Lambo adored that state. He was now so attached to him that Harry had to sometimes use a distraction or a illusion to escape from the Sawada's house and go to Kokuyo.

Harry took his mobile and frowned when he noticed that the sender had concealed his number. He shrugged and pushed the button.

'Potter,

You seem to forget that I worked with the Mafia for three years. Do you really believe that I wouldn't have noticed the illusion after the shock?

Also, when Sawada-san came to my house to ask for my permission for your marriage with an Italian assassin, do you really believe that I wouldn't have realised that you're alive?!

However, I know how you think and I won't look after you. But you need to send me at least a letter every month, is it clear, young man?

Very relieved to know that you're alright, Naruhoudou Mitsuki.

PS: If I hear that you traumatised her or worse, perverted her, you're a dead man...

PPS: All the transfers worked but your Bookface account is too big to transfer in one go. You'll need to go in person.

PPPS: Ryuuji says that you're an idiot and that the next time he sees you, he'll spank the hell out of you. Maybe you'll stop being so stupid if he does. But knowing you, you'll just have another kink...

PPPPS: You're a stupid son. However, you're my stupid son. So write me letters and stay out of dangers. Or at least, don't marry your assassins. Think of Bermuda, he won't be happy!

PPPPPS: More than the blood, Ryuuji is angry at the dust. It's everywhere now... Also, he made me sleep in the car because it was my fault. At least, that's what he thinks.

PPPPPPS: Love you too, you insufferable brat.

Harry snickered and put his cellphone down. Of course, Naru had understood his last words. But still, reading that the man wasn't really angry at him and still looked after him was heartwarming.

"Papa," Lambo noticed and looked panicked, "you're crying! Lambo-san will give you a hug to make the pain go away!"

Harry hugged his second son and sniffed loudly. Was it strange that he wanted to see his dad?

[...]

Today was the day were the first episode of the anime Fishcake was coming out. And Tsuna was strangely impatient to see who made the protagonist, Fishcake's voice.

The teenager sat in front of the television in the living room, his mother by his side and Reborn on his shoulder. The rest of their disparate family were lunging around, Bianchi on a chair, eying jealously Tsuna, I-Ping on the floor with wide eyes and starry eyes and finally, Harry, sitting on the floor too with his back against Tsuna's legs and with Lambo in his arms.

The young Sawada heir felt strangely at ease with his family around him. For the first time since Reborn's arrival, it was soothing to be in the living and his mom was smiling happily while her slave (Tsuna didn't even know who was the man but he remembered him from the time where Harry had been kidnapped and tortured, how his mother had ended with the kidnapper obeying each and every of her orders was scaring him and he didn't dare to ask her) prepared the meal.

Harry was humming happily to himself and Lambo was playing with the preteen's hand, making him clap whenever he wanted. Tsuna had never seen the young Bovino so happy and calm.

Seriously, bless Harry for his patience and tact with children.

"It's beginning, it's beginning!" The dark haired boy suddenly exclaimed and Lambo clapped excitedly while his father smiled so brightly that Tsuna had to take some seconds to remember that this boy was the one who had perverted Yamamoto.

'And how about seeing what happens with us?' whispered alluringly his subconscious.

Tsuna face palmed.

And then, the first episode of the Fishcake anime began.

Honestly, it wasn't so bad, the pictures were pretty, the movements were alright and the voice really good. And then, the protagonist appeared on screen.

'I'm Fishcake and I'm going to become the FireShadow!' he exclaimed as he fist pumped the air.

'Is that...' Tsuna gaped in incredulity and looked at Harry.

Kami-sama, he had dared. He had dared.

"Gyahahahaha," Lambo laughed happily while Harry patted his head. "Lambo-sama's voice is amazing! Right, Papa?"

"Of course," the preteen answered even if his eyes were still glued to the screen. "Your voice was perfect for this role, Lambo."

Lambo's face was the epitome of pride and gloating at those words.

[...]

Since Yamamoto Takeshi had had his life changing discussion with Harry Potter, the teen had tried to strive for the better. And that was being the best pro prostitute ever.

Strangely, when he announced his decision at the baseball club, his comrades gulped loudly and one even gave him a tap in the back.

"I believe in you, Takeshi," he said seriously. "So go get girls for our club management!"

Yamamoto didn't really get why his decision and the girls were connected but didn't argue. The guy was a respected sempai and as so, the younger teen had to listen to him.

So he went to a group of girls and announced with a wide smile that he was prostituting himself for the baseball club and managers were welcome at any moment.

He really didn't understood why the group of girls fainted with bloody noses. Seriously, he didn't.

But Hibari Kyoya didn't seem to think the same because the Prefect jumped and tried to bite him to death. Of course, Yamamoto evaded the tonfa because he has to protect his body, it was his charm point, right?!

Strangely, when he told that to Hibari, the teenager seemed to have bit on a lemon.

"What did you say, Yamamoto Takeshi?" the prefect hissed venenously.

The baseball player scratched his neck and shrugged.

"I'm going to be the best pro prostitute in Japan, maybe even in the world," he repeated without catching how Hibari ticked at the 'pro-'word. "So I'm training."

"Who gave you that idea?" Hibari asked icily.

Poor Yamamoto didn't even know how close he was to his own death.

"Haha, it was Harry! Remember him? You escorted him to my house!"

Hibari narrowed his eyes and launched his final attack on the baseball player, the later fell on the ground unconscious and the prefect frowned.

"Harry," he repeated with disgust. "The morals of Namimori are being degraded by him... I'll bite him to death."

Meanwhile, Harry stopped short and looked at the pink apron with a raised eyebrow.

"It would be better if you were naked while you wear it," the wizard commented.

The Italian folded his arms and sighed pensively.

"Maybe," he relented in a harsh Japanese (he still wasn't accustomed to it). "But the point is to make the Vongola ragazzo blush and scream. Me naked would not work. Do it you."

"So I'll wear the apron naked," Harry accepted. "Then the plan 'Welcome home, master' is the next one, right?"

"I will go get the maggiodormo uniform," the adult smirked and disappeared while Harry snickered.

"Maggiodormo" means butler so you can imagine what will follow for the poor Tuna-fish.

So the next chapter will be next year, I promise. And it'll be the Kokuyo arc debut! Aren't we happy? I am. Also, this story is already in it's 300 reviews, who would have thought...

And before I forget about it, I posted this story in archive of our own. And that's it.

So, next chapter, we'll learn mysterious Italian guy's name, see Psycho Harry in action and happy family moments. I can't wait!