Hariel rubbed at her temples.

She now had the beginnings of a migraine, so after seating herself again, she pressed the button for drinks and snacks and waited a few seconds until a voice started speaking in an annoyingly cheerful tone.

"This is Marie speaking, what could we help you with, Miss Silverman?"

Harry blinked because she still thought it was ridiculous and over the top that she had to go with an alias and the name was stupid in on itself. Did she have the face of an… well, whatever the name they had chosen was? It was just her luck that Kingsley had approved it after he got wind of her travel plans. There were Death Eaters and Voldemort supporters still around, and if she was alone and they got wind of it, they would come after her.

"Yes, please. I would like a whole pot of black tea. Earl Grey, if it's possible. With milk, oh, and maybe some pastries too. Sweet and savory ones. Just whatever you can get, but nothing with raisins on it, please, and thank you very much."

"Of course, Miss Silverman. Does Mr. Kuranosuke want something too?"

She looked at him, still looking like he was napping and was going to say no when he spoke, in with that deep and flat tone of his.

"I will have an espresso, venti. And some tiramisu."

"Of course, sir. We will be with you in a few minutes. Thank you for your patience."

Well, of course he was awake. She had already known all the time, but she fell smug all the same and smirked his way whilst caressing the Black family ring. Such a useful little trinket.

He looked at her, with that inscrutable look of his, possibly even wanting to start another staring contest.

Who had won the first one? She had moved her eyes first, but it was his fault because he had sent Leon after her. So, even if Leon had come of his own will and not because he had sent him to distract her with his lush greatness, which was dubious but possible, it was still his fault. He had broken the unspoken rules of a staring contest and cheated. Just like the dirty liar, he was.

So, a win for her, or maybe a tie. Yes, a tie, she shouldn't have gotten distracted in the first place, muggle man or not. That could have killed her in a fight. And what if Leon had been a cursed object? She had just caught it like Leon was a Snitch.

She let herself cringe a little internally.

That has been really sloppy on her part. She felt a bit angry at herself. So, that's what a year of peace does to someone? That and being so surrounded by so much muggleness that she hadn't really expected anything magical, of course.

But, CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

So, even if it burned a little (or a lot, actually), and she had won the battle when he had lowered himself to the use of idle threats, it wasn't a perfect win.

She frowned. She hated losing.

Another staring contest was not on the cards though because her migraine was starting to cause her left eyelid to twitch and that was never a good sign.

Hariel wanted to drink her tea in peace, so civility was the way to go, and given the circumstances that meant making fake-nice, fake-sincere small talk.

Or she could just wait until the cat attendant came with their beverages and food.

But he was staring at her, and if she didn't do anything he would think he was scaring her with his really black and mean looking eyes, and that was just ludicrous and enough motive to try her "Kill them with kindness" plan.

"Mr. Kuranosuke," she said, forcing a smile on her face. "I think we have started on the wrong foot, and maybe we should try again."

He was still looking intensely at her, and it was a tad unnerving, since she had decided to nope on that staring contest, but his mouth did this barely there thing, that was not a smile or a smirk, but like his facial muscles had wanted to move and he hadn't let them.

"Ho? Well, who am I to be uncourteous to a beautiful signorina ?" Fake-Kuranosuke deadpanned sarcasm dripping off every single one of his words.

She rubbed the ring again, it gave some annoying information because she knew he was not named Kuranosuke, but it didn't give her his actual name. Just a feeling in her finger of truth or lie, danger, people wanting to hurt her, poison or potions given with the intent to harm. And it didn't even always work. She had to be actively touching it and concentrating.

The ring, which had been forged millennia ago when magic was so very different and wild, was deadly useful, but irksome too. Like, yes, the Blacks had been so paranoid that they had charmed their Ladyship Ring with an absolute barbaric amount of magic, that no one, no one, would ever be able to unravel. The ring would break before that happened.

And destroy a whole city with it or something. Still, it was intent-based and off most of the time because one wouldn't want that kind of input all the time and touching it all the time, kind of gave it away that it was not a normal ring.

Her Potter Ladyship ring was way nicer.

"Well, I am happy that you agree," she said, smile still plastered on her face. "I hope the food here is good. Have you tried it before?"

There. Perfectly pleasant and normal small talk, with a smile too.

"Hmm, It's been some years. I will have to try it, and then decide." He said, dry as the Sahara Desert.

"Right," Hariel nodded to herself, she was doing well. She would keep with the fake politeness." So, may I inquire who are you going to off on this lovely trip?

This time the man arched his eyebrow and gave her an amused smile. Even his eyes seemed more lively suddenly, full of mirth.

"Oh, and how do you know I am going to make a hit on this trip?" He asked inquisitively. Full attention on her answer. She suddenly felt like she was being quizzed by Professor McGonagall, and it was not a pleasant feeling, not at all.

"You are dressed nice?" she half asked because people only dressed that nice when they were working, right? Or in weddings and special occasions. Surely killing someone counted as a special occasion, even if it was fake-killing.

He snorted.

"I always dress nice."

"Oh, I am so sorry," she said because that must be so tiring.

She imagined having to wear nice dress robes every single day of her life, or those pretty dresses she had just bought in Paris with Fleur hounding her like a madwoman. No, that sounded terrible.

She really hoped the tea arrived soon because fake-talking with fake-hitmans about fake-kills was not helping with her migraine.

"Such low standards, nowadays," The Fake-Hitman muttered to himself. "I am sure you can do better."

"Well, maybe because you look like a workaholic? And a train ride seems like a good place to kill someone. This one, for example, it's between two or more different countries, so if you were to kill him before we left France, it would be in the French authorities hands first, right?

He blinked, but she was on a roll.

"And everyone knows that the police don't like to share their work with other cities, much less with countries that they may even have rifts or rivalries with. Plus they would want to get all the glory and all that to themselves, so you could have a lot of time to disappear and get rid of the body Or I don't know, leave it there displayed in some macabre and gruesome way or the other, if it's some kind of statement." she waved with her hand, trying to convey what she was talking about.

"You are assuming the police would be involved. I, Signorina Silverstone, am quite offended." He seemed amused, so Hariel just shrugged.

The room of their compartment opened and a handsomely uniformed man in his late forties entered with their food. He asked a few niceties, like how they were enjoying their travel, and if everything was to their taste and was off again, after promising to return when they called or at lunchtime, which he remembered then the hours off. They would also be arriving at Brussels shortly and staying there for the stipulated time.

Thank Morgana, though, Harry, and grabbed the teapot hastily. She needed her tea, and she needed it now.

xxxx

Reborn sipped his coffee. It was not the best, but then, they were not in Italy and the beans were at least of good quality.

The tiramisu looked excellent.

The Sky had stopped talking, and was drinking tea like a drowning person finding water in a desert.

It was quite amusing, to be honest. This Harry person was an entertaining Sky, if only for throwing that damn phone through the window before he could have done it himself.

He already has a list of names, places, accents, and people to investigate later. The conversation had been somewhat enlightening. He had hoped for more valuable information, but he was a patient man.

So, this Sky had never been out of the United Kingdom before. Well, except for the time spent in France, and that he knew there was no Mafia activity there. Not his kind of Mafia. He was sure the usual delinquents were still there, like everywhere.

It was still worrying to have such an unknown, but that conversation had been purely civilian. He was also heavily dosed with Sky flames, so maybe they could be impairing his judgment somewhat, but he doubted it. He was going to get used to them, and that was it.

He would not behave like a foolish Flame Drunk moron.

"So Harry," he said because he could and wanted to observe her reactions. "Are you not concerned about a possible human being dying?"

She looked at him quizzically, waving the pastry in her hand.

"I thought we were done with the niceties now that we have food," she said, her tone of voice almost chiding. "You don't bring work into tea time. Everyone knows that."

Her Flames, who had been doing an intricate dance around her for quite a while, seemed suddenly interested in him and started poking and prodding. Almost, like a newborn kitten or a puppy. He then realized that perhaps these Flames had never known another Flames. They certainly behaved like that.

If the UK was isolated from the Mafia community, and they were, well, Flames Actives were very rare, and Sky Flames were even rarer. He would get his answers when Shamal took a sample of her flames and ran it.

But, curious now by his own musings, he let a little tendril of his Sun Flames poke at the Sky ones, who froze almost comically. He let his own Flames poke at them again, carefully, and the Sky Flames retreated, like they were shocked and confused.

They all went to her and started with that weird shield again. Still, now they felt even more curious.

"Ah, I am having coffee, not tea."

She glared at him, and lifted her chin in a defiant manner.

"The rules still apply, but if you are so interested in telling me all about how you are killing someone, be my guest."

"I didn't even say I was going to do any of that," Reborn had, in fact, said nothing about that. She had gone on a tangent all by herself. He had only told her he was the World's Greatest Hitman.

It was not a bad one, but it was one that didn't count on numerous things, like him being a Flame User, part of the Mafia, the World's Greatest Hitman and a lot of less important things.

Still, better than Dame-Tsuna or Dino, and Dino had grown up in the Mafia. Well, she was also way older, of course her thought processes were different as that of a thirteen-year-old boy.

"Well, that's good then, I guess. I am glad serial killers take vacations too," Harry said whilst munching on a pistachio macaroon.

He scoffed at that. She was egging him on again.

"Oh, the standards of education in the British Isles appears to be quite low if you think those two concepts are the same."

She rolled her eyes. She had rolled her eyes at him eleven times since they had met each other. Obviously, she was not Mafia. Or have common sense because even not Mafia people were always wary around him, and she just… wasn't. And it was really annoying the fuck out of him.

He really wanted to shoot her. Maybe in the knee.

Or just a few inches off her face, to see her jump scared.

Civilian Sky, he reminded himself again. Really Strong and Pure Flames. The Mystery.

And then her Flames, that had been hugging her tight, expanded again, one of them going to poke at his Sun ones. He poked at them back hard with his anger coating them, and she flinched.

And then her Flames were everywhere again, angry and so fucking bright and strong and pushing pressure at him like crazy. He gritted his teeth. She had furrowed her brows a little, with confusion, and was now looking through the window, pensive.

Her flames were attacking him, with unrestrained rage. Strong and immense Orange Sky Flames, just pushing at him, again and again, like they would just crush him and be done with it. No finesse whatsoever, but such a powerhouse Sky.

And she wasn't even aware. Fuck it all. He pushed back with his Sun, trained and deadly, but it was making him want to just shoot her and be done with it.

He calmed himself. He was the World's Greatest Hitman.

Her Flames had responded positively to him before, he just needed to make them back off. They were reacting like a Wild animal because they were such a Wild thing, but they were also curious and puppy-like in their curiosity. They had only attacked when he had directed his anger at them.

He redirected one small tendril of his Flames and made it poke at hers and retreat, light fun heavily packed in every poke, and then again, and again, until her Flames started to feel curious instead of murderous again.

One of her Flames poked his Sun one with curiosity, and he poked back, sending all the positive feelings he could to try to trick it. That one tendril, seemed wary and kept on poking at his Sun ones, but the rest, the massive rest of her flames went back to her and cocooned her like a little child.

He breathed deeply. She looked at him with her head a bit tilted to the left, bright-green eyes curious.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, "You seem awfully pale suddenly,"

Oh, he was going to shoot her. He was.

xxx

"Chaos," he said.

Like it meant anything at all.

Hariel kept on munching on her pastries, they were quite delicious, and the tea was excellent too. Strong and black, just like she liked it, with 2 spoonfuls of sugar and a dash of milk.

Still, there was something that wasn't quite right. She wasn't sure what, though. Her magic was fine, she had made sure of it when she had felt the strangest jolt of something really difficult to describe. She had looked into her magical core as well as she could, looking away from the Fake-Hitman to be as unseen as possible while she did it, but nothing was weird there. Or Weirder.

Still, the fake-hitman was pale and maybe for a moment there had looked a smidgen worried.

Was she getting too paranoid again?

"Was that supposed to mean something?" she asked, curious, now that her migraine had receded thanks to the sugar and tea. "And what is your name, by the way? I cannot keep calling you Fake-Kuranosuke in my mind all the time. It's too long".

"Fake Kuranosuke? What about Fake Miss Silverman, or should I just call you Adeline, Harry?" he asked, voice full of sarcasm and a kind of malicious satisfaction.

"Harry's alright," Hariel replied fast. She was not going to keep that stupid name if he already knew it was fake because the noisy man had been eavesdropping on her. She had been aware, so it was moot point.

Still, knowing her first fake name (which she had totally forgotten) meant that at least he had looked at her ticket, or maybe it could be looked online. She didn't know and didn't really care.

She was a Gryffindor, for Merlin's shake.

Let the Death Eaters come. And oh, she wasn't supposed to be on the know but well, since she was going to go through several European countries, Kings had told her about a new group of a mix of old Grindelwald and Voldemort supporters getting stronger in different footholds around Europe. Traditionalist Dark Wizards, the lot of them.

Hmm, what would they call themselves?

Volddelwalder Eaters? Voldigrinders? Death Grinders?

She snickered. She was so going to be making anagrams about this in Honor of Dear Old Tom.

"Are you aware that using a fake ID is a criminal activity?" he asked suddenly, his voice toneless.

"Eh? I thought everyone had them, like to get alcohol?" Hariel shrugged. If this man sent the police her way, she would just call an Auror or use a confundus charm on them, but then again, she didn't want to piss off another ministry. Mostly because when she came back home she would have to deal with the Auror department (and she was going to be there, so…) and Kings would look disappointed.

Hermione would look disappointed too. Ron would have her side, of course.

"Not like the ones you have. I told you, I am the World's Greatest Hitman. Of course, I researched you, Miss Adeline Astrid Silverman.

Oh, that name was a crime against humanity.

"It's Harry, and it's alright. You can call the cops. I am on Witness Protection." Hariel shrugged again because it was actually true. The non-magical part of the government had signed it. They didn't want any of their magical problems, and she was a person of interest going on foreign soil and liable to cause trouble."

That seemed to actually surprise the man.

"Ho?" he asked, voice lower now, "And just who is going after a young girl like you?"

"Can't talk about it, mate, you know, confidentiality issues and all that"

Of course, she was not going to tell a nosy muggle about magical terrorism.

"Renato Sinclair." he said, finally looking at her with his deep dark gaze.

Oh, so he had given her his name. And it was actually his name. Why had he done that?

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sinclair."

"And I suppose I won't get yours since you are in Witness Protection."

His voice was as dry and flat as ever, but since she had uttered the words Witness Protection, if was as if she had hit something good or important in some way and got his attention. Well, great.

"Not at all," she said brightly, after all, the fake name thing was just not her and she wanted to avoid dealing with it if at all possible. If the muggle was affiliated in any way with Death Eaters, well, she was itching to hex someone. "Hariel Jamie Potter-Black, at your service," she inclined her head a little bit noblesse oblige strong and sardonic, "But just call me Harry. Everyone does, and I prefer it.

He mulled at her words for a few minutes.

"Do you belong to two famiglias then? Or is it a marriage hyphenation?"

Hariel blinked. She had not expected that kind of question.

"Eh, I am the last on both sides. Well, there are several second cousins on the Black side that are alive, but you know…no one worth mentioning," Harry saw no problem whatsoever in talking about this, after all Andromeda went by Tonks, and Teddy by Lupin.

He nodded at her words and the conversation stilled.

Soon the train stopped in Brussels. Harry had been really surprised when she learned the small amount of time on the train between the two cities.

Well, time to go exploring!

Author note: Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the reviews!

Sorry for the formatting issues, ffnet keeps removing my line breakers and messing with the format.