AN: Hello everyone, once again to my new story 'A Mafiosi at Hogwarts? Well Damn!' (Not a catchy name). All those who are new welcome and those who followed and favorited this story in the previous chapter, Thank You very much. Now it's time to reply to all those comments:

To 'loldelegate': Thank you for viewing my story as interesting. Your suggestion does have a point. But honestly, Mahouka is not the only crossover. You'll see soon.

To 'yukina140292': Thank You Very Much! Don't worry here it is.

To 'rozielrie': Ooohh Mama. You, my friend, are so close... Yet so far, on knowing the identity of the British Wizard who fought Ietsuna Sawada during World War 2. Let me explain. It is not Alastor Moody. Period. And it definitely is not Albus Dumbledore either. He was still hiding behind Hogwarts during that time and making Newt Scamander do the work (Not that I have any issues with the cast of Fantastic Beasts 2. Jude Law as Albus Dumbledore?! Absolutely Lit!). I will tell you though that my female OC Character is related to the British Wizard. You can continue guessing. Ietsuna Sawada will have absolutely zero problems with Tsuna and the female OC being together. I can tell you that.

Once again guys, "Language" is English, "Language" is Italian and "Language" is Japanese.

Now then Ladies and Gentlemen, enjoy the show

Chapter 2

Vongola Private Jet. En–route to London Heathrow from Tokyo Narita. German Airspace. Early morning.

"Lazy–Tsuna, wake up. I said wake up, Lazy–Tsuna." A high–pitched voice called.

"Mm… 5 more minutes Mom." Another sleepy voice replied.

"Lazy–Tsuna, get your ass up. Or I'll tell Ayame where you have hidden your stash of Playboy Collectors Edition Magazines and Playboy Special Edition Magazines." Reborn, the owner of the high-pitched voice, said.

The figure under the covers stopped twitching and moving as if it was considering the words. Suddenly the covers lifted to the face of a very frightened brunette who only had the look of pure fear and terror in his eyes.

"Nooooooo! Don't tell her! She'll burn the entire collection! I worked really hard on collecting it!" The brunette, who is also our dear protagonist, Tsuna, screamed.

"Well well, to think that threatening your soft-porn collection would make you wake up. Looks like I'll have to remember that." Reborn said with a smirk on his face that completely said 'I've-got-more-blackmail-material-on-you'.

"Jesus Christ! I thought I was a goner there for a minute. Where the hell are we?" Tsuna asked, completely ignoring Reborn's statement and smirk.

"Just entered German Airspace. Though the time it took to wake you up, we almost crossed half of it. Tsuna, go take a bath and make yourself look presentable. We're gonna have breakfast in the jet." Reborn informed and ordered.

"Oh… What's for breakfast?" Tsuna asked while getting up from his seat.

"We're having a Full English Breakfast." Reborn replied.

"OK then. Guess I'll quickly freshen up. Tell me the day's plan during breakfast." Tsuna replied, before making his way to the shower and lavatory installed in the jet.

"Hm. I'll have everything ready for you to see till then." Reborn replied

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Tsuna came out of the bathroom and quickly went into the walk-in closet in front of him to change. Before doing that though, he made sure to look left and right, to make sure there were no airhostesses, because Tsuna would not be responsible for what would happen if any of those airhostesses saw his rather 'too-toned-to-perfection-upper-body'.

'Honestly, what was up with Vongola hiring the most prettiest airhostesses to run the private jets catering. It is just like an *ahem* accident waiting to happen.' Tsuna thought while he was changing into, as Reborn put it, his 'work clothes'.

Tsuna was wearing a black, pinstriped suit, with an orange undershirt and a black tie, which was held by a rather expensive tiepin. On his left wrist was an Omega Seamaster 300 wristwatch (The most expensive one. Vongola had made sure of that). His shoes were The Verrocchio Dress Shoe in Burgundy from Bolvaint, Paris. Tsuna remembered seeing the price tag of this one. It nearly gave him a heart attack.

Honestly, Tsuna really didn't like wearing outfits that were really expensive. However, he knew that almost all the elders in the family would castrate him if he ever went into an important function dressed in just a hoodie, t-shirt and jeans. Also there was the fact that he was the confirmed Heir of two, very strong and very influential families and a candidate for succession of the third (secretly Tsuna prayed his Aunt wouldn't pick him to be the next head of the Yotsuba Family. Famous last words). Therefore, he has to dress as a man of his station even if he has to suck it up and just do it.

After doing a final once over on his outfit, Tsuna went to his hair and once again, to his dismay, it was all spiked up in the most ridiculous ways. Sighing he took a bit of hair gel and ran it around his hair, to get his desired hairstyle. He saw it as neat. The girls in Mahoutokoro saw it as sexy, not that Tsuna knew of it. He's quite dense in the areas that concern the fairer sex.

Vongola Private Jet. En–route to London Heathrow from Tokyo Narita. Above the English Channel. Morning.

"Looking good, Tsuna." Reborn complimented his Godson's choice of clothes. He was glad to see that unlike his other pipsqueak student currently residing in the Cavallone Mansion in Italy, (That boy better not have run away from his paperwork again) Tsuna didn't have to be hammered down the reasons of wearing proper clothes befitting someone at his station.

Tsuna knew that being part of a Great Noble Family meant he had to follow a few rules and customs, even if he wasn't a fan of them. But his current student/Godson followed them. Reborn also knew Tsuna would rather die than ever embarrass his Family on the Public Platform.

"Feeling good, Reborn." Tsuna said with a smile that could easily melt the hearts of young women and also a few men. "Now then, let's have some breakfast." Tsuna said while nodding to one of the airhostesses to serve them their breakfast.

Same time. Somewhere else.

During the time Reborn was thinking about his other student in the Cavallone Mansion, said student, was coming from the kitchens, going back to his office with a warm cup of coffee. Soon enough though, the moment he reached the first step, he felt a foreboding chill; with the words boy, run, paperwork, again hitting his mind.

To dodge this presence, the student swerved to the left… and got his feet entangled with the carpet and fell down hard. The coffee followed a moment later. A huge "YEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWCCCCCHHHHH!" went through the Cavallone Estate, leaving all the men wondering 'what happened this time?'

Poor him.

Vongola Private Jet. En–route to London Heathrow from Tokyo Narita. Final descent into London. Mid-morning.

"So… Do you know who our contact is gonna be when we touch down at London?" Tsuna asked his Godfather/ Tutor while finishing the last pieces of his breakfast.

"How about you try. Last I remember, it is you with the Vongola's Hyper Intuition, not me. And of course I know who it is. I just want you to use your head." Reborn said.

"Hmm… Ok then. You said I know him. And not in the 'remember-the-names-of-your-employees-while-I-point-a-gun-at-you' way. So that means I have talked to him. I'm going to go with the assumption that he is not from the Varia. That leaves Vongola and CED-…" Tsuna deduced when it hit him.

"No. No way in hell! You gotta be kidding me! Dad?! Like, really?!" Looking at Reborn's smirk and nod told him all he wanted to know.

"Wasn't he still busy in the annual CEDEF 'house-cleaning'?" Tsuna asked, though his voice betrayed his excitement.

"He was. But he volunteered himself to come brief you about your upcoming mission. Well, we all know this is Iemitsu's way of getting away from work while still not using up any of his leave days and getting time to spend with you or mama." Reborn explained.

"Haha. That's true. Man, it's been a while since it has only been me and dad." Tsuna said.

"Don't forget, me and a bunch of bodyguards will also be there." Reborn supplied.

"Yes yes. Whelp, we better get ready, because I think we are about to land in a short while." Tsuna said.

The black jet owned by the Vongola Family landed smoothly 20 minutes later on the main runway of Heathrow Airport. It was immediately assigned to one of the hangars owned by the Vongola Family.

Heathrow Airport, London. Private Hangar 27.

Inside Hangar 27, a black colored Rolls-Royce Phantom Limo was parked. Around the Hangar were various men dressed in black who were loitering about, waiting for the Decimo's jet to arrive. One of them was a man with dirty blonde hair who had a bit of stubble who was leaning on the car. This man is Iemitsu Sawada. The head of the Conzulenza Externa Della Famiglia or CEDEF for short. He is also the External Advisor to the current head of the Vongola Famiglia, Vongola the IXth, Timoteo di Vongola.

Iemitsu is currently in, what his beloved wife calls, the 'father-hen' mode. Where he is just constantly worrying about his son and whether Tsuna is fine? Whether he is eating his vegetables properly? Whether he is surviving the hellish tortu- *ahem* tutoring being dished out to him by Reborn and other types of fatherly things. So when he hears from one of the men, posted at the top of the hangar overlooking the runway, that the Vongola jet has landed, he is ecstatic. It has been six months since he has last seen his dear Tuna-fish after all.

15 minutes later, the jet came inside the hangar and completed its parking procedure. In the meantime all the men that were previously loitering about were now standing in straight attention facing each other, with the aircraft door opening between them.

The first people to get off the aircraft were the pilots and cabin crew. 2 pilots and six cabin-crew members divided themselves equally and joined the men in black. A few moments later, one of the most dreaded figures of the criminal underworld came out. Reborn (in all of his toddler glory. *pfft* *click* I am so sorry!) quickly climbed down the steps and joined Iemitsu who was facing the aircraft's door. Both men gave a short nod to each other and waited for the final passenger to come out.

Two minutes later, Tsunayoshi Sawada, the next head of the Sawada and Vongola families stepped into view. At that moment, all the men dressed in black gave a bow and shouted in sync, "THANK YOU FOR MAKING SUCH A LONG TRIP, DECIMO!" Calmly, Tsuna replied with a smile, "Thank you for waiting on us, for so long."

As always, many of the people present were in awe of the young man who, in at least two years or less, is expected to take the reins of the families from his Paternal Great-Uncle, Timoteo di Vongola, and Grandfather, Ietsuna Sawada, to officially become the Tenth head of both the families. It was a well-known fact that even in times of crisis, the young man always kept a cool and level head and never panicked.

This was seen by a few of the men who were present during the Soviet Union's attempted invasion of the island of Sado and Communist China's attempted invasion of the Okinawa Islands. Even during the terrorist activities during the event that was termed as the 'Yokohama Disturbance.'

"Tuna-fishiiieee!" Iemitsu cried, while lunging towards his son. Looks like he just passed the limit for how long he can keep his 'CEDEF Head' mask while in the presence of his son, without behaving like an idiot. Reborn just did a facepalm at his colleague and friends' antics.

"Hey Dad. How've you been?" Tsuna replied happily while kicking his father on the face.

"Ah… I've been well. But I'll be better if you allow me to hug you." Iemitsu said, with hope in his voice.

"No. You'll break my back." And just like that Tsuna shot his father's hope down.

This statement just made Iemitsu open up an emo corner with a depressed aura hanging over him and theatric mutterings "my son doesn't love me anymore… Boo-hoo-hoo. Nana-chan, dear, what should I do?"

"Alright Dad. That is enough family drama and comedy for the morning. Let's get in the car and go the British Ministry of Magic, before Oregano decides to open up a can of whoop-ass on you with her shoes." Tsuna said, while warily glancing towards the light-brown haired woman, who was definitely looking like she wanted to plant her boss in the ground for his behavior in front of the other subordinates.

Once the Rolls-Royce Phantom left the airport vicinity, on it's way to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic in Central London, the passengers decided to start talking about business.

"So Tsuna… What do you know about the British Wizarding community?" Iemitsu asked his son.

"Backwards. Corrupt. Still stuck in the Dark Ages. Backward laws. Things what we would consider normal in Japan, Italy, United States or anywhere else, even former British Colonies, is considered as dark magic over here. For some reason, the Wizengamot makes laws and also presides on cases.

Arrogant Purebloods. Wizards and Witches from non-magical parents are not given any opportunities to succeed. Causing many of them to leave the Wizarding community. Many of them join MI5, MI6 or the military. Except for Alastor Moody, Master Auror, who goes no-holds-barred, the Auror Force over here is an absolute international mockery under Bartemius Crouch.

Horrible International Relations. Sacred 28. Inbreeding (Disgusting).

A parrallel government, which could easily be seen as treasonous and against the elected government of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Her Majesty and Her Majesty's subjects. Even though they are the 'British Ministry of Magic'. The PM is normally in the dark about everything that's happening and is only 'informed' about a crisis and not allowed to do anything or interfere.

I think the British Royal Family knows about the bullshit that happens over here, but for some reason have decided to take a Laissez-Faire approach towards the Wizarding community. Which I find odd, considering that even the wizards fought in World War 2 and not just in Europe against Grindelwald but also in Asia, against the Imperial Japanese Forces, where one of them took Grandpa's right eye (though the Imperial Japanese Forces did beat them).

Oh, finally, a Cult like following for Albus-too-many-names-Dumbledore. Just because he took down Grindelwald, and is now seen as an expert on handling Dark Wizards." Tsuna listed down and then asked, "Did I get everything?"

"You missed a few points, but you have the big picture over there." Reborn replied.

"Excellent, Tsuna." Iemitsu praised. Then asked, "Now, what do you know about your targets of investigation?"

"Mouldy-shorts and his 'Death-Munchers'?" Tsuna asked.

"Yes, them." Iemitsu said, while trying to suppress a snort on his sons' nicknames for his targets.

"Nothing but common terrorists. They talk about the same bullshit as every other terrorist organization does. Revolution made by an 'enlightened visionary' who will make Purebloods or some other 'race' rule the world. Honestly I have heard it so many times I can make a chartbuster song out of it.

Also, they are quite mistaken about some things. One of them being that the moment this civil war will spill out of British Soil, the ICW will send in peacekeeping forces who will be quite ruthless, considering the things Grindelwald's episode taught them.

These 'Death-Eaters' also don't have any morals. Considering they are even killing vulnerable people of society such as children and senior citizens. So long story short, I don't like them even one bit. They should be shot down like rabid animals. Something I wouldn't mind doing." Tsuna finished with a dark look in his eyes.

"Nice to see my student is not a hopeless cause." Reborn joked. But deep down he knew while Tsuna was a patient Saint, he would turn into a ruthless and cutthroat inferno burning everything in his path if a) innocents and/or b) his family were harmed in any way.

"Ok then. Looks like you know the main things. That will save some time." Iemitsu said. "Are you aware of the day's plan?"

"Reborn told me, but for the reader's sake, let's go through it again." Tsuna replied.

"OK. Let's do that." Iemitsu agreed.

Day Plan for 21 August, 20XX

1. Complete formalities with the British Department of Education and International Relations

2. Lunch

3. Diagon Alley. Meeting with the manager of the Family Accounts in Britain in Gringotts Bank.

4. Complete shopping for the school year. Also buy a trunk

5. Check out Knockturn Alley and try to gather information.

6. Check in at the Lanesborough Hotel in London

7. Sleep

AN: Once again guys thank you for reading the second chapter of my new story 'A Mafiosi at Hogwarts? Well Damn!'. You might feel that sometimes the story is going too fast or going too slow at places. I'm sorry about that but since I'm having so many scenarios at once in my head, it becomes a bit difficult to track the pace. I'm really sorry for that. On a side note, I didn't expect myself to post another chapter this quickly. Hm... Kudos to myself and a pat on the back.

Alright guys on that note, this is MKOFFICIAL357, signing out. Ciao Ciao.