Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Katekyo Hitman Reborn and I don't earn any money with this story.

Author's note: Hi everyone, have a new chapter of Harry being his adorable, trouble magnet-y self. :D

Rating: M

Warning: emotional distress

Beta'd by the lovely NonchalantxFish, as usual! :)

To say that Fon had been surprised when he'd been contacted by Reborn would've been an understatement. They hadn't talked in years, both of them doing their own thing. He had heard about the other man's assignment through the grapevine, but not paid too much attention to it. It was good to know what was going on with the Italian mafia, but the finer details of its politics seldom had an impact on his life.

That was the reason why Fon had wanted to refuse Reborn's request to train Vongola Decimo at first. He wasn't lacking jobs and he already had an apprentice in I-Pin. Then Reborn had dangled something much more valuable than money in front of him: a possible Cure for the Arcobaleno Curse.

To be honest, Fon had mostly given up on ever returning to his former body. Chances were, he'd one day die during a job, still in his Arcobaleno form. Dying of old age was improbable. The sudden ray of hope had hit him like a freight train. Fon had been unable to say anything for at least a minute after Reborn had revealed the new information to him. Needless to say, he'd agreed to the request shortly after scraping together his wits.

About a week later, Fon, I-Pin and Lichi had arrived in England and sought out the discussed meeting spot. Why it had to be a dark alleyway, when they weren't even doing anything illegal (yet), he had no idea. The reason became clear a while later, when Reborn arrived with another man and 'revealed' magic to him. Who would've thought Vongola Decimo was a wizard? Things were getting interesting, even without the prospect of a cure, but he still hoped that magic wasn't the only special thing about his new student.

After stowing away their luggage, Fon followed Harry into an empty room that must have been extended with wizarding space. He'd seen a few of them in the past, but it still weirded him out a little.

In the next half an hour, most of his focus was on assessing Harry, who indeed lacked practice, but had quick reflexes and a knack for improvisation. Fon was sure he'd be able to whip him into shape quickly, although mastering his new weapon would take time.

The rest of his attention was devoted to watching Reborn. The puzzle in front of him, still incomplete but becoming clearer with every piece that slotted into place, was intriguing. He'd seen his fellow Arcobaleno once with his former student, Dino Cavallone. It was like night and day. Reborn had never respected Dino, at least not at the time Fon had seen them together at least a year into training. There'd been harsh words and corporeal punishment (if you could even call it that) from Reborn's side of things and a mix of fear and respect from Dino's.

Now that Fon's assessment was over, Reborn had jumped onto Harry's shoulders. They were grinning at each other and exchanging playful barbs. Harry was relaxed if slightly exhausted, there was no hint of fear in his body language at all. What intrigued Fon the most, however, was Reborn absentmindedly patting a bruise on Harry's cheek and healing it without apparently noticing what he was doing.

He'd have to keep an eye on that interesting development.

"Is this really necessary?" Molly Weasley was wringing her hands, her distraught gaze directed at her son and the tiny cage surrounding him. "Can't we at least make this thing bigger? He barely has any room to move."

"That's the point," Harry countered, barely refraining from rolling his eyes.

They'd been over this at least a dozen times in the weeks leading up to the full moon. Harry understood her misgivings, but they didn't have much more time before George's transformation would start. They had to get Molly out of the room before then. It was already bad enough that Fred had outstubborned him into allowing the red-head to remain in the room. A determined and resourceful prankster was a wild card Harry didn't want to deal with, when there was already a werewolf involved.

The rest of the Weasleys were waiting outside the recently dubbed 'transformation chamber', believing Severus had developed a better albeit experimental way of dealing with lycanthropy during full moons. Harry was presumably present to assist him. It was only half a lie. With a bit of luck, George was going to be a lucid, wolf-shaped being in a couple of minutes. There just wasn't any new type of potion involved, like the Weasleys were led to believe. Harry was most likely on thin ice in regards to break- heavily bending The Statue of Secrecy and Omerta, so he didn't want to reveal either to anyone else except in emergencies.

"As I explained before, we don't know how effective the treatment will be on George, so it's best to limit the number of people in this room as much as possible. We will take good care of George and Fred will be here to provide mental support, too," Harry went on.

Molly opened her mouth for - no doubt - more paraphrased arguments why she should absolutely stay in the room and be there for her baby, but when said red-head uttered a pained cry, Harry unceremoniously kicked her out of the room. He sealed the door shut with a flick of his wand and sighed in relief, before turning around to the twins. George was leaning against the bars of the cage and Fred couching a safe distance away from him, whispering something to his brotherthat Harry couldn't hear.

Putting his kamikaze werewolf taming into action had necessitated a lot of sweet-talking with his Guardians. At first Harry had thought about keeping his mouth shut, but after all the stuff that had gone wrong recently, Harry feared they'd actually kill him themselves if he went behind their backs like that. Of course they'd then tried to talk him out of his allegedly hairbrained plan. Ha, they really should know him better than that. In the end they'd reached a compromise: They'd implement the cage and at least once of his Guardians would be present. To Harry's surprise Severus had insisted on coming with him.

Harry leaned against one of the walls and waited for George to transform completely. It almost broke his heart witnessing how painful it was. The sounds of breaking bones and the agonised screams were going to be a nice new addition to his nightmares. Harry wanted to cover his ears, but if George had to feel it, he at least could listen to it.

Finally, after what felt like hours, a russet wolf, bigger than a normal specimen, was snarling at them. Harry didn't see a hint of George in those now amber eyes. Standing in front of a werewolf, even one caged, was a terrifying experience. Severus probably wanted to run for the hills, but Harry knew the older man would still jump in front of him, if ever necessary.

"No time like the present, I guess," Harry muttered and slowly approached the cage.

Fred had backed up a little and was watching everything with an uncharacteristically severe gaze. Harry stepped behind George, who futilely tried to turn around in the deliberately tiny cage, and entered Hyper-Dying-Will-mode. Keeping what he wanted to accomplish in his mind's eye, Harry then slid his hands through the bars.

As soon as his fingers touched George's body, the werewolf's snarling turned into howls of pain. Black mist streamed from his body and he started to thrash around. At one point Harry had to quickly pull back his hands to keep them from getting crushed. The magically reinforced cage held or that's what Harry thought, until red wisps started to drift from George's paws, steadily getting bigger and disintegrating both the spells and the metal. It was just Harry's luck that his attempts at making a transformed werewolf lucid would lead to accidentally awaken said werewolf's dormant Storm Flames.

"Oh fuck!" Harry quickly grabbed Fred and pulled him back, before George had the chance to break free completely. By this point Severus had already whipped out his wand and was pointing it at the once again snarling werewolf. His hand was surprisingly steady for once again standing in front of one of his greatest fears.

"Get to the door," Severus shouted, but in the next moment he had to dodge a sharp set of fangs and barely manage to dodge a second time, when George used the door to change trajectory for another attack. Harry instinctively raised his hand to protect his Cloudby attacking with his Flames, but hesitated. He didn't want to harm George either, especially after promising his help to the red-head.

"George, hey, over here!" Fred frantically waved around his arms, though squeaked when his brother's attention actually landed on him.

Harry had to do something as quickly as possible and that 'something' was clearly getting close to a very dangerous magical being that could infect or even kill him. And that didn't even include the newly activated Storm Flames George now had access to. The floor already started to resemble swiss cheese. He was probably going to freak out a lot more as soon as the Hyper-Dying-Will stopped keeping him mostly calm.

"You both have to stun him!" Harry stated, having decided on a plan. Unfortunately a very dangerous and reckless plan, but the only one with a high chance of keeping them all in one piece.

"You know it won't-" Severus started, but Harry cut him off.

"Just do it!"

Two Stupefies hit George simultaneously. Usually the spell was ineffective against werewolves, but Harry hoped two would give him pause at least for a moment. He grinned, when George stumbled and shook his head to fight off the spell. Taking advantage of the situation, Harry jumped on his back and tried to place his still Sky Flame encased hands in such a way that kept those pointy, infectious teeth away from him.

It worked for all of five seconds, before the werewolf started to thrash around again. As Harry tightened his thighs, instead of getting thrown off, both of them fell on their sides. Harry hissed, when Storm Flames licked at his calf, but he tried to ignore that for the moment. Instead he focused on finally getting enough Sky Flames into George. Harry uttered a relieved sigh, when the struggling slowly subsided and finally stopped completely. The snarl had given way to a doggy grin, but the thing throwing Harry for a loop was something entirely different.

"But- George, I can't- you…"

Harry helplessly stared at the wolf now crawling closer to him. He bit his lip when George emitted a whine and pushed his nose against Harry's cheek. The gesture mirrored the Storm Flames, now wild and mischievous instead of destructive, carefully dancing across Harry's skin, pleading with him for a positive response. For a moment Harry was tempted to just give in, to unfurl his Sky Flames and complete the bond offered to him. He'd known George for years and even though the red-head liked to tease and prank him, he'd also supported and helped Harry countless times. With a heavy heart, Harry kept his Flames at bay. He didn't want to deny George, but there was too much to take into consideration.

Harry sighed and wrapped his arms around the thick, fluffy neck. "We'll talk about it when you change back, okay?"

"What's going on?"

And that was Fred, the first thing to consider. The red-head had stepped closer, but sounded no less worried now that things were under control.

"Harry… please don't tell me you just Harmonized with a werewolf, while trying to get him under control." Harry couldn't see his Cloud, but just knew he was pinching his nose. And yes, that was a second thing to consider. At least, Severus hadn't mentioned- "And we'll be talking about your little stunt later." Never mind.

"Well, in my defense, I couldn't have anticipated that he'd become Active from this! It never happened with Lupin as far as I know. And I haven't Harmonized with him! Yet..."

Severus huffed.

"Indeed… Are you hurt?"

"I landed on my shoulder and my calf hurts a little, but nothing a little healing spell can't fix," Harry assured him and patted George's thick neck when the werewolf whined apologetically.

"That's great, but what the bloody hell happened?" Fred insisted, keeling down next to Harry and his brother, eying the deep red Flames with some confusion and like a moth reached out to touch it. Harry let him, doubting George would hurt his brother now that he was more lucid. "This is the same energy stuff you have? You said something about becoming active. Does that mean he always had it and whatever you did released it?"

Well, nobody could say either twin was stupid.

"Pretty much. It comes with problems, though," Harry agreed and let his head sink onto the floor. By now George was pretty much lying on top of him and he doubted the overgrown fluffball would let him up anytime soon. Now that the adrenaline in his body had done its job, Harry was also feeling a little tired. "I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, when George can participate, okay?"

George had transformed back some time ago and was glad that they were still in the transformation room. The warded door kept his worried family away, giving him some time to process the events of the previous night. He was bone-achingly tired, but too keyed up for information now that he was able to talk again. He stared at his fingertips, and the Flames encasing them, in fascination. He remembered their destructive force, but also knew that he could make them harmless when they came in contact with an object or person he didn't want to inflict damage onto.

He still felt conflicted and horrified thinking back to the previous night. He'd escaped the cage and could've killed his twin and Harry (and, well, Snape). What if it had happened? If he'd woken up the next morning, once again lucid, and realised what he'd done… George didn't even think about it. The consequent death sentence would've been the least of his problems. He still remembered the bloodthirsty feeling and the urge to attack anything in sight. It had clouded his mind and his body had moved like he'd been on puppeteer strings. He'd already apologized half a dozen times, especially to Harry, who he'd hurt the most.

"Stop brooding, before you summon a thundercloud," Fred said, bumping his shoulder against George's. His twin had easily dropped next to him after George had transformed back and wrapped himself in a spare blanket. The previous one, now heavily singed, was still in the remains of the cage. George eyed his brother from the corner of his eyes, not quite daring to look at him full on, after attacking him. Fred was slightly tense, but didn't look scared, at least. "Although that would fit, considering you're now the proud owner of Storm Flames. It was Storm, right?"

Harry nodded. The brunet was sitting cross-legged next to where Snape was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed in front of his chest. Harry's shoulder just barely touched the man's leg.

George hated the distance between Harry and himself. Hated not knowing if it was due to solidarity towards Snape, who obviously didn't want to be anywhere near George, or if he'd chosen that spot anyway.

"Correct. They're called Dying-Will Flames. George has the Storm attribute, mine are Sky Flames. In total there are seven. Each one has different properties and most people only have one type. Usually they're inactive and most stay that way. People from long lines of Active Flame users often have an easier time of making them Active. Often they become Active during life threatening situations, when the person doesn't want to die, but even then it's not a given," Harry tried to explain.

"And this-" George waved between himself and Harry. "-bond between us?"

The Flames were one thing, different yet similar to magic. More startling was the sudden pull he felt towards Harry. He couldn't quite put it into words, though he knew he wanted some kind of acceptance from the other teen and Harry was holding back.

Harry was silent for a long moment, shifting his gaze from George, to Fred, up to Snape and back to George.

"The bond… It can happen between a Sky and a person with another type of Flame, if they're compatible. In my experience it's an emotional and instinctive thing. Once the bond is completed, their lives are intertwined. Both sides don't have to be constantly in each other's proximity, of course, but it's a close relationship of mutual support and protection."

"And you have one with several people already, right? Snape over there, for example. Why do you refuse me, then?" George asked and couldn't quite leave the hurt out of his voice. Wasn't he good enough?

Harry sighed. He sounded just as strained. George wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign.

"George, if I were just any unaffiliated Sky, I'd be happy to have you as one of my Guardians, but you have to understand that I'm not. Due to my lineage on my mother's side I'm bound to become the head of the Italian mafia and as my Storm you wouldn't be able to stay out of it. It's a completely different life than the one both of you have planned for years. You want to open a joke shop and not be an integral part of organized crime! And what about Fred?"

George stared at him, gaping. He didn't know what the mafia was, but 'organized crime' wasn't easy to misunderstand. Did Harry never catch a break? The pull inside of him wanted to just say he didn't care, to promise everything to complete the bond, but he knew Harry wasn't wrong. He and Fred did have different plans for their future. He didn't know enough about the situation to give an informed reply. Neither did he know Fred's thoughts on the matter.

Harry smiled sadly at him as he got up from the floor and came closer. He laid one hand on George's shoulder and squeezed.

"Get some rest. I'll talk to an acquaintance of mine and ask him if he's willing to teach you some control. We don't want you to disintegrate anything by accident."

George grabbed his sleeve, before Harry had the chance to pull back. He was sure his gaze was half-apologetic, half-pleading.

"This isn't a 'no'."

Unfortunately, his words didn't make Harry's sad smile disappear.