Reborn was steadily making a name for himself in both worlds as a hit man to be feared when he got the letter asking if he wanted to see the Quidditch World cup with the Weasleys.
Last time he had gone, but this time he got tickets himself for the top box thanks to a few well placed bets he made with the goblins. They were more than happy to offer that up instead of coin...particularly when he offered to make a side deal with Bagman so that he would have an excuse to hunt the man down later and force him to repay every coin.
The goblins clans were annoyed with the man, and were 'happy' to sell off their claims on his debt to the hit man in exchange for pensieve memories of watching the fool suffer under Reborn's tender mercies.
(They had seen how he dealt with traitors. It had left them marginally impressed since the only reason he didn't kill the rat outright was to clear his godfather's name.)
After all, he needed an excuse to deal with Bagman before the tournament. While the man wasn't on his original list of priorities, he was an expendable nuisance.
Though he still needed some entertainment until the world cup. Seeing a drunken Sirius proposition a telephone pole, a positively evil (or standard smirk, considering who this was) formed on his face.
"Hey Viper, how would you like to have and endless source of entertainment slash blackmail on the mutt, as well as a permanent errand boy?"
Viper was at his side at an instant, a vindictive smirk on their own face. They knew Reborn, and this would be GOLD.
"I'm listening."
Halfway through his plotting, he had to pause for Viper's evil cackling to die down enough to hear the rest. He could see visions of gold basically stolen from the vaults of people too stupid to know how to invest properly and make it grow dance in the Mist's head.
"I may never say this again, but thank Merlin you're the head of my family," said Viper with dark glee.
"I'm mostly doing this because I'm bored," he reminded him.
"I don't care, this is going to liven up the time we have until that half-wit idiot revives himself and then we have the real fun in dealing with his minions."
Let it be said Viper was still pissed about how they nearly DIED because some moron was stupid enough to mess with Horcruxes and their family essentially guilt tripped them into joining their ranks.
Reborn decided the meander around the grounds, not really interested in the magical trinkets on sale. While they might make his job a little easier, they were also far too easy to trace.
Hell Blaise's mum had a special 'friends and family' discount to have him on retainer to deal with her current victims. Because he never left any traces of magic, the idiot pure bloods she married could never pin it on her. And even if they did suspect outside interference, no one would believe Harry Potter was the one who murdered them with cruel, calculating efficiency of someone who had a great deal of blood on their hands already.
With how stupid most pure bloods were about mundane methods of murder, Circe was able to practically walk away with their gold...after giving Reborn his cut of course.
Reborn was about halfway through a small French group of magicals when he heard it.
"I'm telling you, Bulgaria is going to lose, kora!"
Reborn stopped dead in his tracks. There was no way that was... but there it was again, that all too familiar verbal tic. What was more, he recognized the other voice as well though he hadn't heard it in a long time.
"You're just mad that Krum beat Jean Pierre to the snitch," sniffed a female voice.
Reborn had an unholy grin on his face that any of the Arcobaleno would instantly know meant he was up to mischief.
He followed the voice back to the source, and sure enough there was a blue-eyed blond wearing something close to military fatigues emphatically arguing with an equally familiar blond, though there was a sort of aura about her that made the men around look like complete morons.
Reborn ignored the Allure with ease, made sure his contacts were out and that his fedora was hidden. A bit of magic straightened out his infamous curls and he made his hair a bit more messy. This was going to be hilarious.
Viper gleefully paid for the memory, if only for blackmail purposes later.
"Hey handsome, where have you been all my life?" purred Reborn. He was looking directly at the male blond and making it clear he meant Colonello.
The look on Colonello's face was priceless.
He had a slightly panicked look on his face. He also switched to English, to the open amusement of Fleur.
"Um, I don't know who you are or what you think, but I'm not interested in guys," he said clearly.
Reborn was inwardly trying not to cackle, as he turned up the charm much to Colonello's open mortification and Fleur's dark amusement.
It wasn't until Colonello tried to dope Reborn with his Flames...mostly to make him pass out...and Reborn responded in kind that recognition hit him.
"You complete and utter bastard," he growled.
Reborn let out the dark cackle he had been holding in for the past fifteen minutes.
"What's the matter, Colonello? Can't handle a little chaos?"
Colonello tried to punch him and was easily tripped up by Reborn who was still smirking. He also took the opportunity to put his contacts back in and remove his fedora from the mist pocket Viper had made for him.
"You're a wizard too? Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass it was trying to keep the magical society a secret from you, asshole?!" said Colonello in Italian.
"Viper's my cousin," said Reborn smugly.
Colonello paused and stared at him.
"Viper's here too?" he asked. Reborn nodded. "Who else?"
"Just him," said Reborn. "Been too busy trying to regain my reputation to look."
Colonello calmed down slightly at that.
"Why are you cosplaying as Harry Potter anyway?" he asked. Because that was bugging him.
Reborn smirk widened, and Colonello tensed.
"Who said I was cosplaying?"
Colonello gaped in disbelief.
"No. No fucking way. You're telling me you are Harry fucking Potter?!"
"Should have seen Viper's reaction when I dragged him to see his older brother again."
Colonello started swearing.
"Now, are you going to introduce me to your lovely friend here or not?"
"No, no way in hell am I introducing you to her. I know how you treat women," said Colonello without hesitation.
Reborn gave him a flat look.
"You do realize we're going to meet at Hogwarts in a few months anyway, don't you? And I never said I was interested in dating her, half-wit."
"So you know about the tournament?"
Reborn's look made Colonello belatedly remember who won it last time. Fleur had not been amused at being cursed by Krum, and had been less than happy learning it was because the Bulgarian was under the Imperius curse.
"So where are you being seated?"
"Our cousins are the cheerleaders for the Bulgarian team," said Colonello.
"Top box," said Reborn.
"Why does that not surprise me. Wait, how the hell did you convince Viper to shell out that sort of cash?" asked Colonello.
"Who said we paid for them? Bagman gave them to Sirius as a bribe to get closer to me."
"Why do I sense you're going to be a troll later on?"
"He doesn't know the goblins sold the debt he owes them to me and that I intend to collect after the fact. Coincidentally if you want to know which way to bet let me know," said Reborn.
Colonello snorted. Reborn was up to his usual tricks alright.
"So how does it end?"
"Krum catches the snitch, but Ireland wins by point advantage. Considering I've been changing things, I won't be able to give you an exact idea of by how much but I do know it was extremely close and Krum likely only caught the snitch early to end the massacre the Irish team was giving theirs. Oh, and he performs a Wronski feint and blinds the Irish seeker who falls for it early on," said Reborn promptly.
"Viper already knows about this, don't they?" said Colonello. Reborn snorted. "Right, thanks for giving me time to place a few bets."
"And before I forget, after the game a certain group of complete morons get drunk and dress up in tacky but highly flammable clothing and cause some trouble," said Reborn.
"Please tell me you're not referring to who I think you are."
Reborn gave him a Look.
"Dammit, and I haven't been able to get my hands on a decent gun... my mother refuses to let me visit the right places to buy one off the market," cursed Colonello.
Reborn gave him a flat Look. It took the blond several seconds to catch on to what it meant.
"How big?"
"Let me put it this way...if you're lucky I'll give you one of my better ones," deadpanned Reborn.
Colonello brightened. Of course Reborn would own a damn armory. Finally, he could get his hands on a gun since waking up in his younger self.
Viper looked slightly relieved to see Colonello.
Apparently Colonello's mother was so happy that he was friends with Harry Potter that she allowed him to spend some time before the game. Fleur was more interested in spending time with her cousins, and was glad to be rid of him for a few hours.
"Why did you look like you recognize Fleur anyway?" asked Colonello.
"I was the godfather to her kids. She married one of my many cousins on my father's side," said Reborn. "As for Gabrielle...well, we had an on again, off again relationship for years until the curse."
Colonello looked ready to cry when Reborn handed him the best sniper rifle on the market...at least for this time period. He could care less that Viper was taking multiple blackmail pictures of him crooning to the cold metal.
All too soon the game started. Colonello was pretty happy Reborn shared an extra ticket, because his cousins could get pretty bitchy when things didn't go their way. Reborn vividly remembered the Bulgarian Veela ready to throw fireballs whenever Ireland scored.
The twins, forewarned about Bagman and his habit of 'forgetting' debts he owed, went to more legitimate sources. For the given meaning of the word anyway.
After the game ended (and Viper went about collecting their money before people 'conveniently' forgot), Colonello and Reborn prepared discreetly for their own fun.
Right as the party was starting to wind down, the first screams started.
"Highest number of victims is the winner," said Reborn.
"You're on, kora!" said Colonello cackling. Oh how he wished he had his gun and the training that came with it the first time around.
Lucius had been forewarned himself by Reborn that if he caught the man in Death Eater regalia from drinking too much, then Reborn would not hesitate to shoot him.
The man wasn't a fool, and had promptly taken Draco and Narcissa home when his former colleagues started getting robed up after one too many firewhiskeys.
If anyone was going to end up dead, it sure as hell wasn't going to be him or his family!
Viper cheerfully kept score, and whenever they recognized whatever poor bastard went down under Reborn and Colonello's sniping, would cheerfully plunge a poisoned dagger into their body if they happened to be unlucky enough to have pissed him off at some point during his tenure as a Death Eater.
Unfortunately for a good number of 'former' Death Eaters, Viper had a very long list and a Black's belief that revenge was best served cold. The more infractions the idiots had against them, the more painful and drawn out their death would be.
Walburga would be so proud of her youngest.
The headline the next morning read "Quidditch World Cup descends into Chaos! Deaths of multiple pure bloods baffle Ministry employees!"
Reborn cackled at that. Thanks to Crouch being captured, he had Viper cast the mark into the sky after the number of victims dropped to zero because someone finally caught a clue that they were being targeted and got the hell out of there.
While Reborn did know the spell, he knew better than to let it ever be cast from his wand. Too risky in case someone checked it for spells.
Colonello was unhappy to leave, but at least now he knew he wasn't alone.
He would get a very pleasant shock when Falco suddenly appeared a few days later looking disgruntled it had taken him so long. Reborn didn't know how Luna knew they had found each other and he didn't really care. Luna was Luna.
Reborn still got a good laugh when he realized Falco would develop a thing for his beloved owl, who acted like a Himedere.
It figured Colonello's familiar would have a thing for that type.