Reborn was an extremely efficient and talented man. Giotto had known this already, of course, but now that both of them were guardians to the same Sky, he could appreciate it differently.

He still had moments in which he forgot all about it, and then suddenly, it all came back to him. He wasn't sure if he was assimilating the idea of having a Sky all that well. Or having fellow Elements. Being a Guardian. Everything.

It has been an extraordinary moment when they had Harmonised with each other, or at least it had been for him. Hariel had been semi-unconscious, so he could only speculate.

On one side, he knew each Sky was supposed to feel different. His Guardians had talked about it with other Guardians, but he had never imagined that he could feel it too.

They had told him that his Sky felt like home, justice, and acceptance.

Hariel's Sky felt like…home, protection, and stubbornness. Extreme, overwhelming protection. Like she would scoop them all and hide them between clouds made of the softest cotton and hoard over them like a Dragon if she could.

She had also felt very possessive, but he didn't know if it was part of the traumatic harmonization or a characteristic of her Sky. Time would tell.

It had been mindblowing, he guessed that would be the word, but also a really bizarre feeling, but then… he also was her Sky, and that had been a realization that he hadn't wanted to make previously because previously he hadn't felt that way and everything had been Magic and Words and Rings.

Now she was also his Guardian. And he was her Sky. He wondered how both things could happen at the same time, but whatever his misgivings were about it all, it just was.

His feelings as a Guardian and as a Sky were so contradictory.

He had felt her Flames when she had been lying and half dead, surging strong and pure and almost screaming at them that she would protect them and that she didn't need anyone to take care of her.

That had been when they had been worried and pouring flames inside her because Shamal had shouted at them to do so. To protect her. To save her.

His own Sky Flames had felt hurt by this, and he had sent a wave of his also powerful Flames to show her Flames his strength and to remind her Flames that he was also her Sky, but she had just sent her own Flame tendrils to play with his, curious and amused and oh, so very clumsy and endearing.

She had clearly never learned to use them before.

He had been contemplating all of this when Hariel had woken up at last.

Shamal had kept her in a Flame and medically induced coma because of the delicate state of her Flames, but he had decided it was fine now (Reborn had been hounding him, too) and let her wake up naturally and gradually on her own.

Still, Reborn was an extremely efficient and talented man. They had left Brussels fast in two different cars. Everything had been organized in less than half an hour, cleaning the place and a tip for the local police included.

Reborn had driven one of the cars while Hariel had laid in the backseat, and Shamal kept assessing her. He had been in that car in that car too, feeling more solid than ever and totally Flame Drunk.

In the other car were the two poor souls that Hariel had kidnapped.

It couldn't be called another thing with that amount of Sky Charisma and Attraction she had used on them. They had been Flame Drunk, even if they were not even Flame active.

Hariel may have recruited them, but Reborn had been the one to meddle with them and contain them until they knew what Hariel wanted to do with them. There had been talks of Shamal using his Mist to erase their memories, but they had decided to wait for her Sky.

Léna had driven the other car. Reborn had talked for five minutes with Shamal, and they had procured new documentation for them all, including credit cards and cash.

They were now apparently the Silverman famiglia. At least while they were in the Czech Republic.

Reborn was now Greg Silverman, who was married to Trubel Silverman, Hariel, and whose brother Will Silverman, Shamal, was married to Alana Silverman, Léna, and they both were the proud parents of Daniel Silverman, Andrei. They were a close-knit small famiglia spending a long weekend in a family home in a small town.

He, well, he was a ghost; even if solid, only people bonded with Hariel or magical people seemed to see him.

Reborn had seemed amused by something about all of this, but Giotto didn't get it. Knowing that man, though…

Was he feeling a bit hurt? No. Maybe hurt was not the word. But Reborn had not called Vongola for help. He had called some of his contacts and Shamal's contacts for the cars, and they had left as if they had never been there.

Giotto felt really ambivalent about all of this.

He was Vongola. Vongola primo.

Hariel was his Guardian, so she belonged to his famiglia , and since Reborn was her Guardian too, that made him part of Vongola too. Right?

On the other hand, she was also his Sky, and she had made him, and only him, the Ghost Guardian of one of her famiglias , because apparently, she had two. Not that it mattered a lot since she was an orphan, but it was so very complicated, and it made his head hurt.

He wasn't sure how the specifics of this would work, but didn't women take the name of their male partners? Not that they had that kind of relationship, of course. But it seemed more logical.

Surely Hariel would understand that, right?

Ah, what a headache. At least they were out of Belgium, and Reborn had procured them a Safe House in a small town for the time being.

He had told them he planned on leaving the moment Hariel woke up and was able to travel. He was a really paranoid man. If efficient an all.

xxx

Shamal was not having the best days of his life, but on the other side, he had been having some spectacular moments. Kind of.

It had been very random and chaotic, but reasonably, what could you expect from Reborn?

Ha had been "working" in a Hospital in one of the most prestigious hospitals in Tokyo.

It was a good place both for his medical career and for his real job, which people seemed to forget, but was assassination. Not treating snot-nosed kids. There were lots of cute nurses too, and he had been feeling great after a date with a beautiful redhead when he had gotten a text from Reborn.

As usual, it lacked any kind of information. Shamal would have wasted his time being exasperated, and to be honest, he was used to it, and he had been curious. Ah, curiosity killed the Mist, as the saying went.

He hadn't seen him in nearly a year. He hadn't heard of anything Apocalyptic happening, and it had been peaceful. Boring but peaceful.

So he had taken the first flight he had found to reach Belgium and see what was this about.

It had been a rollercoaster from thereon.

In one moment, he had been having fun looking at how worked up Reborn was but carefully hiding it, and the next, he had been thrown into saving the life of Reborn's Sky.

Reborn's Sky.

He had even felt the harmonization happening. It had been a clash of such intense and fierce Sky Flames and their equivalent ones in Sun Flames that it had shaken the whole building.

It had made him snap out of being so Flame Drunk on her Sky Flames a little.

Those were two of the Strongest Flames he had ever felt, no, no, the Strongest Flames he had ever felt, and their almost violent, sudden harmonization had made his worldview crumble.

Reborn had a Sky. The world was fucking ending.

He had been exceedingly worried when he had come out with his bloodied Sky cradled gently in his arms and the most murderous expression he had ever seen on his face. Ever.

So he had begun to look after the young woman, fast. She has been pretty well physically speaking. Reborn had used his Sun Flames to heal her, and like everything he did, he had done it to perfection. Not that Shamal had ever seen Reborn heal anyone except himself or Leon.

Shamal had felt a bit grouchy about this, but well, he was a Sun.

The major problem with the Sky had been her Flames.

It had been a fascinating thing to see, but the most significant issue seemed to be Flames of Night blocking her Sky Flames from making any connection. Not with her own mind and body and not with Guardians. They just stopped everything.

He had touched them with his Mist ones and tried to cautiously check them and see if they could be moved or guided away.

They seemed to be hiding something, and he had been curious (his curiosity was going to be his downfall), and then when he had managed to move them a bit to have a look, she had started trashing, her body convulsing in pain.

He had tried to backpedal fast and cover it with some patch of Mist Flames, not sure what had precisely gone so wrong, but at that moment, her Flames had surged strong, possessive and searching and…

He had never wanted to be a guardian. He hadn't.

It was too much responsibility. It had been romanticized. A Flame user could very well live all his life without harmonization. There were a lot of downsides to harmonization. Such bondings were dangerous and troublesome.

Ha had not been ready. He hadn't. He wasn't.

This was not supposed to happen.

But her Flames had touched his, and they had harmonized.

Oh, God. He had a Sky.

He had the same Sky as Reborn.

He was a Mist Guardian.

Just.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Even.

He had not been ready.

He had had no say in it whatsoever, and he had always thought that if something like this happened, he would have been mad, but he wasn't.

He was Flame Drunk and nearly in hysterics when her Flames had surrounded his and cocooned him like he was a small child. The Flames itself felt like they were saying: It will be alright, I will protect you. It will be alright, I will take care of you. It will be alright, just trust me.

He had wanted to protest. A Guardian was supposed to take care of their Sky and not the other way around, but to be honest, he had just let her Flames soothe him because he had needed them.

When her highly toxic Flames of Night had begun mixing with his, he hadn't even felt it.

That was not important. He kept thinking the same on a loop:

I am a Mist Guardian.

When they had taken the car, it had been the only thought in his mind.

Mist Guardian.

When he had suddenly seen that the Ghost of fucking Vongola Primo was her Sky guardian, he hadn't started having a mental breakdown because he still felt the hug of Sky Flames surrounding him and making a barrier between his logical mind and what was happening around him.

Oh yeah, so he was not only the Mist Guardian to Reborn's Sky, and that had been a horrific realization; he was also the Mist Guardian to Vongola Primo's Sky, Sky Guardian, or both. Or his Sky's Sky. Fuck it, but it was so very complicated.

It was mindblowing. That he was a Ghost wasn't even seem to be so weird in comparison, but well, he was a Mist, and they were used to weirdness and accepted it much more openly.

It just… it was VONGOLA PRIMO. AND REBORN.

And then, in the same Sky, his Flames were etched firmly, permanently.

He was doomed.

So yes, he may have had a mental breakdown when they had been driving, but he had the right.

He had all the rights.

He also felt warm and fuzzy when a few of his Sky Flame tendrils started trying to play catch with his own Mist ones.

He had the strongest Sky, and she liked him. Or, well, her Flames did.

Take that, Reborn.

xxx

Reborn was anxious. He wanted his Sky to wake up so they could leave Volary. His Safe House there was too easy to find. He had already made arrangements to go to a more secure location in Greece.

Still, his Sky was sleeping, so he would wait. It had already been three days.

He had had some time for himself, but it still seemed too short for all the changes that had happened in such short time.

Once he had made sure his Sky was safe and that they were more or less secure, he just…

He remembered sitting in the kitchen and making coffee and just staring at the empty space in front of him.

He had sat down to drink it, and Vongola Primo had sat in a chair next to him. Very Un-Ghostly like. He had even asked for a mug of coffee. Not that he had drunk it, but he had been keeping it between his hands as if the warmth of it made him feel better.

"So, I guess you got to know her very well," Reborn had commented, his voice as flat as he could make it.

Giotto had looked away, almost pained. He wore that expression a lot.

"It's complicated," he had grumbled, a mixture of emotions crossing his eyes.

"Oh, I bet it is," he had said, feeling somewhat pleased and mollified because Vongola Primo had looked so affronted it had been almost funny. "But, still, are you not going to elaborate on how this happened?"

Giotto had tried to talk then, but no words had come out of his mouth. He had seemed so, so frustrated, and even angry but had remained stubbornly silent.

"It just happened, and let it at that. I can't talk about it," he had said, his lips pressed together, stubborn. He had looked a bit more like Tsuna then. More human and less ethereal godly being.

"So you won't walk about it, or you can't talk about it?"

"Let's not have this conversation now."

He had tried to make him talk, but the Ghost had just disappeared to who knew where and had been half ignoring him since then.

So Vongola Primo was keeping secrets, and they definitely had to do with his Sky.

He would ask Hariel and probably gain much more information or just be told whatever it was bluntly.

She was very blunt, after all. But she was still sleeping. She would wake up soon, though, and then... they would talk.

Shamal had considered her well enough to stop the coma they were keeping her in.

Shamal, who had been uncharacteristically quiet and withdrawn. Not even being annoying.

He had immersed himself in investigating their Sky and her Flame issues.

Just as Reborn had first asked.

Just not how Reborn had seen it happening. At all.

He was a Sun Guardian, and Shamal was a Mist Guardian, and they both had the same Sky.

It was ridiculous. Hariel's Flames were too intense. He could see her, maybe bonding with the rest of the Arcobaleno, the strongest elements, especially since her Flames had chosen his, and his Flames had chosen hers.

But it didn't happen like that.

His Sky had him, Shamal, and a ghost, who was a Sky too. Probably her Sky too.

Well, at least then Hariel would know how it felt too. He was a little vindicated at that because having all these instincts suddenly was difficult.

Shamal had talked to them the second day of their stay. He had his laptop, a lot of his Medical and Flame researching material, and a fatigued expression on his face.

"I have the results," he had said.

Reborn had asked for the report, and Shamal had given it to him if just a bit uncertain.

"There's more… Reborn, just, this is big," he had said.

"Of course, there is more," he had said. "I am sure it's going to be something problematic."

He had arched an eyebrow at the very Mist-protected and secured document. It held the bare bones, and it wasn't even digital. He had handwritten it.

Patient name: BLANK

Type of blood : Unknown

Height: BLANK

Weight: BLANK

Allergies: Unknown

Primary Flame type: Sky Flames.

Secondary Flames if any : Sun Flames. Storm Flames.

Primary Flame Purity : 120%*

Secondary Flames %: 40% Sun Flames, 40% Storm Flames, 10% Cloud Flames, 5% Rain Flames, 5% Mist Flames.

Polarity: Sky Flames (Default), Sun Flames (Inversed) Storm Flames (Inversed) Cloud Flames (Default), Rain Flames (Default), Mist Flames (Inversed)

Another type of Flames: Flames of Nigh and Unknown.

Awakening of Flames: Too long to determine with exactitude. Must have been a toddler. No older than 2.

Guardians Bonds: Sun Guardian (Inverted), Mist Guardian (Default), Sky Guardian (Default), Sky Guardian (Inverted, Deceased, in Discord.)

Notes: Seems likely to have been infected and force-bonded by parasitic Sky Flames when really young. These Flames were in High Discord (97%) and were highly corrosive. Probably caused instability in her Flame development and abnormal growth.

Diagnosis: Flames of Night seems to be taking the void left by the previous Sky to Sky corrupted Bond. They instinctively try to block her own Flames from killing her.

After recent Harmonization Flames of Night have receded 70%, leaving her Flames Highly Unstable as they have an unusual growth and strength

Treatment given: Temporally Sealed Sky Flames using a mix of Pre-Existing Guardian Flames to a 10%.

Reborn stopped to read then and there and glared at Shamal.

"You have sealed her? How dare you?" he had growled, furious. "And these results must be wrong. They don't make any sense. She's clearly a very Misty Sky."

"I have run the tests at least ten times, and the results are the same," he said, looking very tired. "The block is only until it's safe for her. She had never felt her own Flames, Reborn. You know how strong they are and how overwhelming they feel. Leaving her open like that would have been, well, probably catastrophic. She would probably have died again."

"Why do you mean again?" Giotto had asked.

"Well, it's when her Flames of Night activated, relatively soon in comparison with her own Flame Activation, but yes, around a year or so ago, she must have died. That is the only way we know for obtaining such Flames. Obviously, she must have been resuscitated in some way. CPR. Something like that.

"It doesn't make sense that her activation occurred when she was so young. They are called Flames of Dying Will for something. A baby does not have such… It's just not possible." Giotto had protested.

Reborn nodded. It was absurd to think that baby Hariel had awakened her Flames when she was, what? A toddler?

"Yes, I know. I think it was the parasitic Sky influence, you see. It, because its Flames felt very inhuman, almost Vindice-like, Forced a Bond with Hariel and left a part of themselves there, what I am thinking was… well, I think he was trying to possess her or have her on standby until he could use her in some way. They are now dead, or well, their Bond seems to indicate that.

"Why would another Sky do that? Even Inverted, there is nothing to gain from such a bond. I didn't even know Sky to Sky bonds could happen, and now you are telling me she had another one? That a Sky forced a baby Sky to Bond?" Giotto looked repulsed and somewhat alarmed.

"I know, but as I said, it was a parasitic thing. Some part of this Sky soul left there so he could live or possess her, use her body or something like that. This Sky bond blocked her from ever feeling her own Flames or having any kind of Guardian Bonds. It was possibly excruciatingly painful for them to be near each other. I have never seen such a case. It almost seems like some kind of Frankenstein-like experimentation gone wild."

"And this Sky? This parasite is gone, and this Bond is broken," Reborn said, feeling a bit nauseous with the whole thing too, but not letting it show. "How will it affect us?"

"Ah well, I am not sure. That's one of the reasons for the block, but the major one is her mental stability. Releasing the whole of her flames on her is just crazy. She will feel them at 10% and will probably need explanations."

"We should not tell her of the Mafia," Giotto said with a pensive look.

"Why not?" asked Shamal sounding confused. "She will have to know about it eventually, and it could put her in danger if she were to talk about Flames with someone civilian."

"No, I agree with Giotto. We will assess the situation first. If needed, we will explain Flames and that they cannot be talked about, but when I investigated her, there were a lot of unknowns and, well, strange things. I have my theories. She may well know about Flames already, but…

"She doesn't," Giotto interrupted him. "She doesn't know about Flames at all, believe me."

Reborn scoffed.

"I will make my own mind, but since you are hiding things from us, I am not going to believe whatever you say. You are compromised in some way. I don't know how, but you are, and I don't trust you."

Giotto looked frustrated but nodded reluctantly.

"Will this affect my Guardians?" he asked Shamal, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights and just shrugged very noncommittally.

"There are a lot of unknowns here, but um, I would like to talk about her physical state too first."

"What about it?" Reborn asked. He had healed her, so he pretty much knew everything there was to know about it.

"Well, come and look… I think they may have been Mist Flames, and they dissipated when in contact with mine, but they were hiding some very disturbing things."

Shamal guided them all to the room where Hariel lay sleeping, and Reborn frowned. Yes, something was amiss.

"Look at these photos," he said, passing them a stack of them, "And I was very professional. So don't start. I wanted proof. There are more things, But I think this is the more important. Relevant."

Reborn looked at the photos. Hariel was in her underwear, but they were not sexy-looking pics, which coming from Shamal was a big thing. They were professionally done.

It was jarring. He had seen her body before, and there had been no scars, just the one on her forehead.

The pictures showed a too-thin woman, with scars covering well, a lot of skin.

Some of them were clearly from abuse, her parents or guardians, the ones who were dead possibly, but she had whip scars marking all her back.

There were also burns, the biggest one in her left shoulder, but there were also crisscrossing scars that looked like, well, he was not sure, and he was a hitman. The Greatest.

Some of them seemed made by burning blades, maybe? But they were too many, too varied, and some of them too bizarre. Some looked accidental, but others had happened in fights or attacks or something like that, and there were also a lot of troubling torture scars. Too many of them.

"Well, she sure does get into trouble," he had muttered then.

They had looked at the photos and talked and argued for what seemed like hours. It had ended with Reborn shooting both Shamal and Primo and storming out, just to come back an hour later.

He sat next to Hariel and examined the back of her hand. I must not break rules , was carved on this one. The other said I must not tell lies .

He had been very determined to erase any and all of them. He would not let his Sky be this harmed.

It was just… he may hate using his Flames on others, but this was his Sky, so it was like he was healing himself, or at least that was he told to himself while pouring Sun Flames on her skin.

He certainly wouldn't let himself look like this. It was like an open book for enemies to know you had been hurt and where and even when. No. It was unacceptable. Maybe she had known it too, and that's why they were covered. Perhaps she had used her Flames unconsciously for that.

It had been so frustrating when her skin didn't react. He had chosen this one small scar and poured all his will into erasing those five words.

It had taken him an hour, and the whole room had been saturated with his Flames when he had finished. He was feeling drained, but the scar in her hand had finally disappeared. Instead, the back of her hand showed new and healthy skin.

Her whole back had been easier to heal. A great of her scars had gone easily, but the rest seemed to be very, very Flame Resistant, and he would have to clear them with time.

A lot of time, if what had taken him to clear some small words in the back of her had said anything.

At least they were going to disappear. He swore it on his pride.

xxx

Hariel hugged a vanilla-scented pillow and sighed pleasantly. She had had some good rest, she could feel her body energized, and even if her dreams had been weird and hazy, she didn't really want to open her eyes.

What had she been dreaming about? Not that she really believed that dreams had any meaning, but still, it was all blurry.

There had been a centipede.

It had been a gigantic centipede, probably magical, and it had told her that it was going to eat her because there were no strawberries left, and it was hungry.

Dream Hariel then had gone to a cave that was full of weird runes and looked for the Great and Mythical Strawberry, a Strawberry that could satisfy you forever.

The centipede had been there too, looking at the Strawberry or at Hariel?

But Hariel had wanted to keep the Strawbery for herself since she wanted a homemade milkshake.

She had argued with the centipede about… politics, and if Ex-Minister Fudge should be in Azkakan or not. Weird dream, Fudge was dead, and why had she been dreaming about that slimebag, anyway?

She opened her eyes, a bit annoyed at the bizarre dream, and blinked a few times.

Uhm. So. What the hell now?

She was in a room she didn't recognize at all. It was big, airy and all decorated in creams and soft pastels.

The big window at her left showed a sunny day and some greenery outside. It may have been the thing that had woken her up because the sun was up, and it was heating the bed with a vengeance, even if the thick white curtains were trying to block it.

Uh…

"Hariel," said a voice. Giotto. Yes. "You are awake. How are you feeling?"

She looked at him, and the expression on his face was guarded but somewhat worried.

Had something happened?

"Fine, but have I been Obliviated ? Where are we?"

She checked for her wands, and she was in possession of all three. The Holly Wand in a disillusioned wand holster in her right arm, the Elder Wand on a similar wand holster in her left arm, and finally her Oak one was strapped to her left leg.

She didn't need them for what she was going to do, per se, but it was always good to check for her things… and where were her things? And what was she wearing?

She waved his hand, calling them to her, and nothing. Uh. She looked at herself in a mirror.

She looked horrible. Not only the glamorous she always wore had disappeared, but her hair looked worse than she had ever seen it. Her skin looked really pale, and her eyes looked feverish. Someone had put a pair of comfortable pajamas on her.

Well, no matter. There were more important things than her appearance.

She touched the Black Ladyship Ring and could feel one person in a room nearby. Maybe more, but further away.

She warded the room almost absently, still feeling puzzled but also not really worried. It was strange. She should have been concerned about getting up in a strange room out of nowhere, but she wasn't.

She cast silencing, muggle repelling, notice-me-not, and various other things, and she felt more grounded when everything was done.

"I do not know what Obliviate means," Giotto said. He had been silently watching her cast. "You were kidnapped, and we are in a Safe House."

"WHAT?"

Giotto looked like he didn't want to talk about it at all but sighed and seated himself in an extremely ugly armchair. It was all sleek and muggle-looking, maybe made of plastic or something similar.

It has a zigzagging pattern in brown, cream, and green, and it was just the kind of furniture that his sister would have loved. She tried not to think about that. Luna was gone, and thinking about her just hurt so much.

"What's the thing that you last remember?"

Uhmm. It was kinda foggy, but she had been shopping. Wasn't she?

"Shopping, I guess."

Her Sky Guardian looked long-suffering, and his head hit the back of the armchair with excessive force. He looked even more tangible than the last time she had seen him.

"Well, I guess there is no sugarcoating it. You were drugged and kidnapped. It was… a mess."

Hariel kind of remembered entering a lovely pub and asking for dinner. It was so hazy. She needed a Pensieve or a long Occlumency session with a wit sharpening potion. But she was in unfamiliar territory, and she didn't have her things.

"Giotto, where is my handbag?"

"They took all of your things. We had to get away fast, and there was just no time for looking for anything.

"What do you mean…?

Oh, Merlin and Morgana, and she had woken up feeling so refreshed. Still did. She just needed a moment.

"Winky!" she called.

She needed someone competent, and Giotto was being all close-lipped and maybe mad? Weird? She didn't know for sure, but he felt different. He still felt safe, though, just not competent.

Winky appeared with a pop.

"Missy Lady Black bes wanting something?"

"Yes, Winky. I seem to have misplaced my things. Can you bring them to me?" she asked the elf with a small smile.

"Winky cant; these bad goblinses won't let Winky enter, and…"

"No, sorry. I didn't mean everything I own. I mean the handbag I was wearing the last time we saw each other."

"Winky will, Missy bes needing to give Winky the magicky for finding her things," Winky was looking at her almost disapprovingly.

"Oh, yeah, sure." She really was out of it, wasn't she?

Hariel sliced her finger minimally with a cutting hex. It stung.

She let a few drops of her blood fall into her hand and imbued it with her magical signature. It should be enough, but just in case:

I Hariel Potter-Black give permission to the Crouch House-Elf Winky to find the things that I have lost recently and bring them back. May my Blood and Magic guide her and then be gone."

Winky nodded, mollified now that she wasn't acting like a moron, and disappeared with a snap of her fingers.

"What was that thing?" Giotto asked, looking between fascinated and weirded out.

"It's not a thing. She's a being, and her name is Winky," she said curtly.

"I mean no harm by my words. But what is she?"

"She's a House Elf. They are bound to Witches and Wizard in a symbiotic relationship. They do things for us, and they bond with us and use our magic to fuel their own," she tried to explain the bare bones of it to him.

Winky appeared in the middle of the explanation with her handbag and some soiled clothes that she remembered having been wearing. Uh. There seemed to be some blood in them.

"Thank you, Winky. That will be all."

"Oh noes, missy Lady Black. Master Barty gave Winky a letter for Missy, but Missy was sleeping a looooong timey so Winky bes waiting."

An unopened, sealed letter appeared in Hariels hands.

"Alright, Winky. Thank you, you can go now."

"Oh noes missy Lady Black, Master Barty said that Winky should bring an answer or else."

Hariel grumbled and opened the letter. She had been kidnapped, and someone had taken her clothes. Couldn't Barty wait for a little bit?

Dearest Harry,

Thank you for your gift. You really didn't need to. You know I am not as needy as the rest of your friends.

I have found the curse placed on the sword to be a previously unknown one, and I am trying to find a way to reverse engineer it, so I can learn how to do it myself. It seems like a valuable curse to know.

Now, and let me be very clear with this; The clock in my wall said that you were in mortal peril for an estimated time of thirty minutes. What kind of trouble are you getting in? I was going to portkey there, but Winky said you were safe and with muggles, and you know how much I dislike them. What are you even doing with muggles? And what happened?

I will be meeting you in a maximum of 24 hours, so tell Winky when and where should I meet you, and please don't make me have to interact with muggles

That would be most unpleasant.

Love,

Barty.

P.S: I told the terror pair that you had had a mishap with a cursed sword, and that's why you were in mortal peril. They are worried (as always), but at least they won't be suffocating you with their overprotective ways.

Just telling you, so you know you owe me big. Granger wanted to portkey there right away, and only Winky explaining to her that you were surrounded by muggles and resting calmed her. She also wants to research my sword.

Well, damn.

Barty,

Thanks for the save.

I will call Winky when I am sure I am in a muggle-free location. I am super fine so stop being such a worrywart. I don't need checking in! But since I know you are just too stubborn, and I haven't seen you in nearly a month, I will be glad to have tea with you.

Lots of love,

Harry

P.S: Who do you want to stick into a cursed item? I hope it is not one of the people in the Do Not Touch My Friends List.

There.

"There you have, Winky. Tell Barty I am fine."

"Yes, Missy! Winky will be telling Master Barty you bes married now! Winky is excited! When will magicky babies come? Will Winky bes taking care of them?"

What?

WHAT?

xxx

Notes: Hey guys, so what do you think?
Poor Hariel? Poor Reborn? Poor everyone?
Still with fever and insomniac, uh, it's 6:39. I should try to sleep.
I will check everything tomorrow, I am still with fever and I am sure I mistyped stuff or made some more mistakes, but right now I can't look at more words.