Authors note:

I know Reborn is not Reborn's real name so I's making one up! Thanks to my Ritsu for the nameth!

Black eyes stared out at the slowly setting sun, the hat had been pulled off and sat lightly on the windowsill next to him. Reborn tangled his small fingers in his hair and hummed lightly, memories rising unbidden in his mind as he watched the suns light play restlessly on the streets below. Unshakeable Reborn looked at the familiar sight and trembled, his tiny body remembering the days before, the days when he was a normal man, a hitman but a normal man. Reborn leaned back, Leon curling into his neck, and remembered.

A tall man wearing a suit and hat leaned silently against the brick wall of a house, black eyes watching the people go past with a kind of paranoid suspicion that only hitmen carried. Years of fighting for his life had trained his survival instincts in such a way that he no longer trusted. So you could understand why he jumped when a small hand rested on his arm. Riven, a man who would later be known as Reborn, pulled a gun from nowhere and pointed it at the head of a young boy who looked up at him with green eyes that were steady even with a gun pointed at his head. The young boy tugged lightly at his sleeve and held up a finger, the small body disappearing in the shadows of Riven's legs, the taller man smiling slightly as he slid his gun away.

The young boy curled in on himself and Riven shifted slightly to better hide the boy from whomever it was that he was hiding from. Riven tensed, reaching out with a hand towards his gun's holster as he heard someone running from the alleyway behind him. A massive man came puffing out of the small space, his cheeks flushed and his black hair mussed. Riven, who had calmed down, glanced at him with dangerous eyes.

"Can I help you?" Riven murmured softly. The large man whirled, arms flapping as his shock showed.

"U-uh. No thank you." The man whimpered, running off as he searched. The small boy peaked out from behind him and smiled brightly.

"Thank you sir." The boy said lightly, a small blush on his cheeks.

"Why was he chasing you?" Riven questioned softly.

"H-he's my uncle but he doesn't like me very much." the boy said, turning his gaze to the floor. The child's hand lit up with gleaming orange flames and he looked up with a bright smile. "because I can do this. He doesn't like it. I don't know why."

Riven looked on with astonishment as he noticed the flames. "Those are… Dying will flames." Riven blinked in astonishment as he spied the flames. "What's your name, child?" Riven asked gently, taking off his hat and holding it loosely in his hand. The child looked slightly nervous but spoke, his voice soft and wavering.

"Harry Potter, sir a-and yours?" Harry said nearly silently. Riven smiled softly at the boy and, with a careful glance around, gestured for Harry to walk with him down the road. Harry followed without question, his small feet fighting to catch up. After a moment Harry slid his hand into Riven's grip, the tall man squeezed his hand fondly.

"I am called Riven. It's nice to formally meet you, young Harry." Riven said politely. "So, for how long could you use these flames?"

Harry, who had warmed to Riven, spoke unresistingly. "We'll I was in my cupboard an' I was really cold and so I though about getting warm and that appeared and I was warm! Jus' like that!" Harry said brightly.

Reborn smiled at the thought of Harry. They had met one day by chance and Riven had become friends with the little boy who was startlingly wise. Sadly, Riven and Harry were separated on that fateful day when Riven became the arcobaleno Reborn. Reborn had since tried to find Harry but Harry disappeared off the grid. It wasn't until Tsuna came home that a fire of hope lit Reborn's heart.

"Reborn! I met this really nice patient in the hospital. His names Harry. He's got green eyes and black hair. He's not even crazy! At least I don't think so, he can use dying will flames for extraordinary things, he turned into a dog right in front of me!" Tsuna called out brightly.

"Well we'll just have to get him out then won't we?" Reborn said with his usual carelessness, even though his eyes were gleaming. It was a reckless plan but in the face of a meeting with Harry again, Reborn didn't care.

Tsuna gaped. "EHH?"

In the days that followed, the guardians gathered and Reborn told them of the plan, it was a simple one and if anything went wrong Reborn could have Shamal take care of it.

Two days later

Tsuna, Hayato, Yamamoto and Ryohei all crept around the corner lightly, Tsuna going to that familiar door and gently opening it with his pass. Tsuna froze, Ryohei smashing hard into him, as he felt a sharp blade at his neck. Gleaming green eyes stared at him, the light dancing across Harry's face as a black strand of hair slid across his cheek. Tsuna shook, one hand reaching out for the light switch, pressing it when his fumbling fingers found it.

"Tenth!" Hayato said worriedly, prepared to step forward.

"Tsuna!" Ryohei murmured softly. Yamamoto stayed silently, holding Hayato back carefully.

"What do you want, Tsuna?" Harry said softly, removing the knife and sliding it back to wherever he'd stashed it.

"I know you aren't supposed to be in here. I want you to join my family. I-I'm the Vongola X, you see." Tsuna said nervously, lightly fingering the ring on his necklace chain.

"Vongola X, huh?" Harry murmured curiously. "That's unexpected. Xanxus mentioned that he was going to be the next Vongola. So he was lying."

"Eh? Xanxus?" Hayato said loudly, stepping forward. "How do you know him?"

"Xanxus is an old friend, I used to be in the Varia before I was.. Well before I came here." Harry murmured softly, glancing downwards. He quickly snapped back and continued. "Well, lets get going!" Harry pulled open the small draw and pulled out four rings, a necklace and a long thin chain. He slid on the jewellery and put the chain in his pocket before setting off, Tsuna, Hayato, Ryohei and Yamamoto in tow.

Flashback

"-rry, Harry!" a voice cried loudly, shaking his shoulder heavily. Harry awoke abruptly, his green eyes flying wide as he trembled, the aftermath of the dream tearing into him. The now 8 years old Harry looked up to see Riven leaning over him, holding a roll of bandages with a first aid kit next to him. Harry, beaten up by his uncle for running away, forced himself up, Riven helping him pull off the shirt. The shirt disappeared and Riven got to work, studying him with black eyes.

"Why don't you let me report him Harry?" Riven murmured softly to Harry, wrapping a bandage around his heavily bruised chest. "I have enough evidence here.."

"If I did that you would only get you reputation damaged and sent away, I couldn't do that to you. Besides, if I didn't bare it, I wouldn't understand my situation and I wouldn't learn from it. I refuse to become like that man." Harry said with surprising maturity. Riven listened with a soft smile as he finished off the bandaging and put away the excess materials into the small green case.

"Harry. I have something to tell you." Riven began, looking down at the piece of paper he had grabbed from the side. "I'm l-"

"You have to leave, right?" Harry said, staring at him with those haunting green eyes. Riven nodded softly. "I have a new job to do from a high paying boss so I have to go."

"Riven. You can go but just.. Be careful okay? I don't like the feeling of this one." Harry said softly.

It was irony that Harry mentioned that for on the very same mission Riven was turned into an arcobaleno and disappeared for 10 years. Now Harry was 17 and about to meet his old friend again. Not that he knew it.

Authors Notes:

Right! New chapter right after the first one! =D I'm loving this story! I'll have the next one up soon, promise!