A/N: Hi all! My days off have switched, so I'll more than likely update this story on Saturday's now. Enjoy (:

Also, very few people caught on to the Mukuro bit. One person on Fanfiction, and one on Ao3

Thank you everyone for all the support and the responses! Each and every one is appreciated!

Anyways, on with the story

Published: 12/09/2017

Warnings: None for this one

Chapter 21

Hibari Kyoya III

There was a moment of shocking silence that followed the second death of Sawada Tsunayoshi. For a moment, no one dared move. No one dared even breath. An alarm rang through Bellatrix's mind, but even she did not fully understand the repercussions of the sin she had just committed. The silence went on for several seconds before, at long last, a voice finally spoke up.

"My dear Bellatrix," Voldemort's child like voice rang out, "you've fucked this all up royally beyond all possible belief. It was nice knowing you."

"... Me Lord?"

Kyoya roared.

Purple flames tore their ways into the heavens, consuming everything around them as the teenager tossed his head back in lament. Bellatrix's eyes widened in shock, a feeling of fear staring to crawl in her veins. This child... This power... What was this? What was this magic, what was this power? Was this truly the might of a wizard? Before she could even move, however, Potter was in front of her, tears in his eyes.

"For taking what I have claimed as my own from me, I will. Bite. You. To. Death!"

Bellatrix could only scream as the child was on her, blasting away past any shield charm she could mutter, batting aside her spells with such ease that there was no way he could possibly be human. All the while with that fire burning in his eyes as he overpowered her with pure, unadulterated force that reminded Bellatrix of her master in his prime.

Voldemort could only watch impassibly as Bellatrix was slain before his very eyes. Then, those twisted orbs turn back to him.

"Mukuro."

The name is spat out in a snarl. Voldemort cannot blame the Cloud. Of all the things Voldemort had expected when forcibly drawing Hibari here for his rebirth, this wasn't what he had expected. It would have been useful to know, very useful, to know that Tsunayoshi had been reincarnated as the Hufflepuff champion.

Mukuro hadn't known, however, until only moments before when his eyes had landed on the boy, that familiar and welcoming orange glow, so warm and welcoming, in his eyes. Mukuro hadn't known at all, and Tsunayoshi was now dead, and shouldn't that make Mukuro happy? Shouldn't it, because hadn't that been his goal from the start?

A dead Vongola, the Mafia world in ruins, unholy vengeance upon those that had wounded him, his wrath upon the world. Tsunayoshi had prevented all of that. Then, shouldn't he be happy that Tsunayoshi was gone? That Tsunayoshi had fallen?

Except, no, he wasn't.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

Mukuro himself would not accept that, but this moment, here and now, was very critical. Critical for one very important reason. As he glanced at Cedric's broken body, Lord Voldemort felt an emotion he didn't think he would ever feel ever again. He felt true and genuine remorse.

In various hiding places scattered across all of Britain, several powerful artifacts began to glow. The objects still remained intact. It wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. Not until Mukuro could accept the churning emotions within his own heart. But, it had begun.

"You better hope this works!" Hibari snarled at him, barring those famous fangs. Mukuro blinked. Hoped what worked? As he was now, weak and emasculated, he could do nothing to defend himself. This had all been about gaining a proper body rather than this little ragged form. That, and trolling Hibari.

The only thing that had ever made either of them mildly get along was now dead, slain by Mukuro's mistakes.

Hibari spun and drew a familiar blood red stone from his robes. Mukuro's eyes widened as Hibari strode towards Cedric Diggory's lifeless form and knelt before it, cradling the head in his lap.

"Omnivore… You're going to live. You're going to live, or I'm going to burn the entire world to ash."

Mukuro winched. He seriously believed it. Still, Hibari was distracted. It was best to cut his loses and flee here and now. Mukuro, at the very least, had enough control of his flames to do that. However, he was curious. Instead, he elected to wait. Wait, and see.

Then, Hibari slammed the stone onto Cedric's chest and dying will flames exploded into the sky in a multitude of colors. A rainbow, merging into a single bright and familiar orange, the color of the sky. Warm and welcoming and home. The fire sunk into Cedric's skin, into his flesh until at long last his eyes snapped open, a gasp left the boy's lips and fire raced along his skin.

The two champions appeared in a flash of light, Triwizard Cup falling brazenly to the floor. The second they did, cheers began to erupt all over the stadium before Kyoya's voice thundered over them all, silencing them.

"Medic! Healer! Someone! Fix this Omnivore, or I'll bite you all to death!"

Instantly, the entire field scrambled as Madam Pomfrey made a mad dash forth. It was unclear if she was motivated by medical professionalism, the crowd roaring at her to hurry it up, or the burning look in the eyes of the Boy Who Lived which promised pain and agony if she failed.

"... Zis Harry Potter. I understand now. He rulez this school through fear."

Several people backed away from Fleur as she stated this. It wasn't because of the words. Everyone knew Harry Potter ruled the school through fear. That was a well known fact. No, the reason they backed away was the tone behind said words.

Fleur looked thoughtful, all while a certain fire burned in her eyes that spoke of how she couldn't wait to try it out herself.

As one, all the visitors from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic shivered violently as a feeling of fear ripped through them.

Viktor Krum himself also looked thoughtful, and the Drunstang delegates couldn't help but weep.

Harry Potter had corrupted his fellow champions. The Wizarding World was doomed.

Then, a flash of golden light was seen as George Weasley, of all people, jumped into the middle of the field and pushed Pomfrey aside, his hands glowing with warm yellow light.

Beside him, Fred also appeared, instead covered with a strange blue flame. For once, those eyes were serious, not a sign of the usual happy prankster to be seen.

Potter acknowledged them both.

"Kangaroo. Samurai."

Several people blinked. What? This was getting stranger by the second.

"He is not back!" Fudge exclaimed for what was perhaps the hundredth time.

Harry Potter, yes, the Harry Potter, just stared at him impassibly.

"The carnivore known as Lord Voldemort is very much alive. I will bite him to death." Potter declared before turning to shoot Diggory a look. "I warned you to control your pet, omnivore." Potter outright growled.

Pet? Pet? Dear Merlin, Potter was even crazier than Fudge had initially suspected if he believed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was the pet of a no name Hufflepuff!

Diggory responded with a wince.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it, Kyo-kun."

"I no longer care. I will tear him limb from limb." Potter declared, standing and making his way out of the Hospital Wing without another word, the doors slamming shut behind him.

Despite Petunia Dursley's misgiving, Harry Potter had always come back for the summer holidays. Kyoya himself approved.

Without him to run the Little Whinging Disciplinary Committee, the entire place would fall into disarray.

Which was why Kyoya was present when Dementors were haphazardly released upon the town. Kyoya twitched.

As much as he wanted to blame Mukuro for this as well, this simply wasn't the Mist's style. No. It had someone else's taint all over it. No matter. He would bite these creatures to death.

"Harry Potter! For the crime of performing magic in the presence of a Muggle, therefore endangering our entire world to exposure, how do you plead?"

Kyoya responded by producing a box and releasing the corpses of the two Dementors as the Wizengamot could only gape in shock.

"I plead not guilty due to Ministry Incompetence."

Where had he gotten the box, you ask? Simple, really. The wonders of Ancient Rune Class, which Kyoya had elected to take instead of Divination. That bug eyed woman annoyed him to no end, so there was no way Kyoya would put up with a class taught by the woman, no matter how many times Tsunayoshi attempted to dazzle him with his puppy eye stare.

"You have all been told that a certain Dark Lord has returned. This is a lie." Umbridge declared, her sweet simmering voice ringing across the hall.

Several snorts of disbelief sounded.

"Doubt it."

"Potter wouldn't have been so furious otherwise."

"Some idiot harmed Diggory. No one harms Diggory but Potter unless they have a bloody death wish."

"Only You-Know-Who would dare."

"Besides, if we disagree with Potter he'll bite us to death."

"Yeah, there is that…"

"DETENTION!" Umbridge roared. The class fell silent. Then, at long last, Hermione spoke.

"Um. Who, Professor Umbridge?"

"ALL OF YOU!"

Well then.

Umbridge whimpered in the broken remains of her office.

"Harming the little animals is prohibited. As an instructor, it is your role to teach and help them grow. For these failure…" Potter gripped that dreaded tonfa that Umbridge couldn't seem to get rid of, no matter how many damn bloody spells she cast on the thing to keep it from returning to Potter. "I will bite you to death."

Her screams could be heard all over the school.

In his office, Dumbledore chortled as he shoved another marshmallow in his mouth.

"I did warn you, my dear Fudge. Bringing someone like her here was a bad idea from the start."

When Umbridge was replaced by a rotating guard of Aurors, no one batted an eyelash. Everyone, including the Slytherins, were overjoyed to have the woman gone. She was just that annoying.

At first, the Aurors had attempted to apprehend Potter for what he had done to their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Then, Potter had casually pointed out that if a student could beat a teacher in a duel in their own subject, the teacher wasn't fit for the post.

That alone wasn't enough to get them off Potter's tail, however, until documents emerged showing proof that Umbridge ordered the Dementor attack on Surrey. She was currently on trial for misuse of Ministry funds and resources and conspiring to harm Muggles and a family heir.

Dawlish twitched as the demon, Potter himself, eyed him up and down. He only had to survive the week, then someone else would suffer. Dear Merlin, what had the Wizarding World done to deserve such evil inflicted upon them?

Elsewhere, every Death Eater and their sympathizers sneezed.

Severus Snape knew that his actions would eventually one day catch up with him. Of that, he had no doubt. Severus was a firm believer in the Karmic force of the universe. It was why he taught the way he did.

Yes, he blatantly favored his own house, but that was to counter the way the rest of the school treated them. Not the wisest of actions, but he digressed.

Severus knew that his actions would come crashing down. They had before, and they would again. Lily's broken body flashed to the forefront as he found himself pinned down, wand scattered off into some corner, barely able to move.

A soft blue glow covered him as a katana imbedded itself next to his head.

"Severus Snape," the cold voice of Fred Weasley spoke, except this couldn't really be Weasley because Weasley was nothing like this at all, he was all laughs and smiles and the thing before him was nothing short of a complete and utter sociopath. "Tell me. Where is your master?"

Chrome Dukuro. Nagi. Ginny Weasley.

She had had many names over the years.

Currently, she was more Ginny that Chrome. Ginny, who was outgoing. Ginny, who loved sports. Ginny, who would hex anyone that came near what she deemed hers without a moment's hesitation. Ginny, Ginny, Ginny.

Chrome was more Ginny, but she was still Chrome.

"My dear Chrome."

Chrome could only gaze in wonder.

"Mukuro-sama."

Kyoya blinks at the visions Mukuro sends him. A Hall of Prophecies? What on earth is that Pineapple planning now?

Still, he wonders what he should do with the information. Should he tell any of the others?

In the end, Kyoya shrugs, turns, and let's himself fall back to sleep. He's never been one to rely on others, and even a lifetime later, he isn't about to start now.

Kyoya looks in wonder at the giant that he's found in the Forest. At long last. A worthy opponent, better than those pesky little spiders that kept bothering him the other times he'd strolled through the forest.

"Ah haha, ah ha haha! Maybe we should leave him alone, Hibari-san! He looks peaceful, ne?"

Tsunayoshi, annoyingly, insisted that they all travel in mini packs. Normally, Kyoya would dissuade such a notion, but Mukuro had already proved himself a rather dangerous opponent.

Had it not been for the Philosopher's Stone, Tsunayoshi would be dead. Very very dead. As such, Tsuna had been rather insistent that until they got the Mist back under control, this was the best course of action.

Hn. The best course of action would be to kill Mukuro and he done with it, but of course the Sky disagreed. Not that Kyoya was going to honor that if he came across Voldemort again. He would break him.

Regardless, Tsuna's order that they stay in pairs was why the annoying Rain wouldn't stop following him wherever he walked.

Kyoya glared at Yamamoto.

"I do what I wish, samurai."

Then, without another word, Kyoya roared and changed at a giant.

"Byakuran… You've been awake this entire time, haven't you? Kufufufu. You engineered this. Perhaps not everything, but me? Oh, you knew how I would respond! Kufufu."

Mukuro slammed his fist down, eyes lit with rage.

Yes. You read that right. His fist. Flesh and blood. Mukuro had managed to complete the ritual with something better than Kyoya's blood. He had done it with the blood of his Sky, blood that now pumped in his veins.

Annoyingly, this didn't give him Sky Flames. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't the body that summoned said flames but the soul. It was for this reason that, after centuries of jumping from body to body, Daemon Spade had never once mastered the power of Sky Flames.

His soul simply rejected it.

Still, the blood did help Mukuro access other abilities. He could emulate the other Dying Will Flames with ease now. Perhaps not the mastery Daemon had displayed, but similar to an extent.

Right now, though, Mukuro was furious.

When he had awoken in this body, it had coincided with the skylarks awakening of Sawada Tsunayoshi. The Sky, after all, was what had linked them all.

His memories transcending time made their memories transcend as well.

Since then, Mukuro had pondered his current situation and how it came to be. At long last, however, he had his answer. It had taken him time, it had taken him much research, but at last he had found the answer.

And, really, it was in the stupidest things that he had caught Byakuran in his own games.

"You simply couldn't resist ordering so many sweets, could you, Byakuran? Or, should I say, Albus Dumbledore."

To Byakuran, this was nothing more than a game.

Another universe, another reality. Another game. So much fun! Sure, he no longer had visions of conquering the world and reconstructing it in his own image, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't run around making things interesting for everyone else involved.

And what fun it had been!

Mukuro had grown into the villain Byakuran always knew he could be rather well after Byakuran had ensured his childhood was hell. Okay, not as bad as his previous childhood, but a terrible one nonetheless.

When he had held little Hibari for the first time, the words of the prophecy fresh in his ears, Byakuran had cackled. Another interesting twist!

He then had placed little Kyoya with his relatives, attempting to recreate the same conditions that had made Voldemort. Make them a contrast to each other.

Unfortunately, Kyoya broke the flame seal that Byakuran had used rather simply. From the reports he had gotten, the seal had merely cause Kyoya to twitch for several minutes before flames exploded from him as he literally willed it to go away.

Such was the nature of Dying Will Flames. A seal would only work on them if the victim's will wasn't stronger that the castor. It irked Byakuran that Kyoya's will was stronger than his own, but regardless, it had been fun!

This, however, was not fun.

"Severus. What is this?" Albus could not help but ask.

"I can ask you the same thing, Headmaster. Imagine my shock when Lord Voldemort informed me of how long the pair of you have been… Acquainted."

Honestly. Mukuro should have gone another route. The spy, turning on him? Albus was very familiar with the routine.

What he was not prepared for, however, was little Ginny Weasley appearing out of nowhere as Albus stepped forth to finish Severus off in the remains of his office. What he was not prepared for was for her to rip his wand from his hand before vanishing away in a flurry of Mist Flames.

…

Shit.

Severus roared, a pure blast of magic striking Albus. Before he could raise any sort of defense, Severus Snape's wand was locked right between Albus' eyes.

"Goodnight, Headmaster. Obliviate!"

Mind magic, any kind of mind magic, would not hold. This was Dumbledore, after all. There was no doubt in Severus' mind that Dumbledore would eventually unravel the memory charm performed on him. Until that time, however, they now had what they needed.

Mukuro twisted the Elder Wand in his hand.

"You've gone good, Severus. Very good. Unfortunately, there was one last factor I failed to inform you of."

Severus blinked.

"My Lord?"

Mukuro stood, striding forth and behind Severus' knelt form. The tell tale sign of a trident materializing was heard and Severus couldn't help a feeling of dread pooling up in his stomach.

"The Master of the Elder Wand, the true Master… Is the one that defeats its former holder."

Severus only had a brief moment of oh shit before the trident was shoved through his back. Ripping it free, Mukuro smiled as the body hit the floor, lifeless. Then, twisting the wand in his hands and feeling it respond to him, Mukuro turned his head to where he knew Hogwarts lay.

"Tsunayoshi. Byakuran. You both wanted to play games. Very well. I will play along. Kufufufu."