AN: Okay, really quickly before I let you read. There will be a gay pairing in the later arcs (NOT HARRY!). Right now, I'm focusing on Harry deciding on what he wants to do.

I got a USB chip, so I can actually work on this at home from an older computer (That can't go online it's so outdated). All I have to do now is take it to the library and upload. So hopefully it will be posted just as fast as the first arc.

I thank everyone that has reviewed. I honestly wasn't aware how popular this crossover selection was. It kind of makes me nervous.

Word Count: 3,542

I do not own either Harry Potter nor Hitman Reborn.

Chapter Two

Xanxus couldn't believe he was doing this. Meeting his little brother. That he would be dragging the Little Trash back with him. Not that he didn't want to take him back to the Varia so Luss could baby the shit out of him, or so that they could protect him.

Fucking Trash deserved to be cared for if what he alluded to meant anything.

However, Little Trash wasn't Varia Quality.

"Voi! Why did we have to come all this way?" Squalo yelled, glaring at the staring passerby. He was nearly ready to draw his sword to take care of those too curious.

"Fucking Trash," Xanxus turned to his second in command, a glare firmly in place. "Shut up and help me find the Little Trash!" The Varia Boss was getting frustrated at being unable to find the Little Trash.

"Xanxus?" A timid voice called as soon as he finished speaking. The Varia burst into swears as they whipped around.

Harry was tiny.

The brat only came up to Xanxus's chest. The man had been trying the ruffle the kid's feathers when he said he could pass as a girl, but in person, it became apparent that it were true. He looked delicate, like a strong breeze could knock him over.

They would so be fixing that back in Italy.

"Oi, Little Trash, you get to come home with me." Green eyes narrowed and the boy stepped back.

Cautious. Mistrusting.

"Why?" His voice, and stance, was defensive. He was ready to bolt if Xanxus answered wrong.

Good.

"Because you've got these, too." Xanxus let his flames ignite in his hand. Only enough for his brother, and those the closest to them, to see. "Or did you lie?" Harry didn't even flinch as he stared into the orange flames.

"I…I'm not a freak then?"

"Che, you, Little Trash, are the brother to Varia Boss Xanxus."

"I knew it." A voice, one that Harry vaguely recognized, said. Xanxus drew his guns, and Squalo his sword. Harry turned, hand flying to his wand, his eyes going wide as he met the chocolate gaze of one Blaise Zabini. "You're the one with the Orange Flame Aspect!"

"Zabini, what are you doing here?" Harry growled, glaring, "this is a private meeting."

"You could be meeting with the Queen of England for all I care! How could you be as stupid as to unleash Harmonizing Flames at Hogwarts? Dumbledore is Aspect Awakened, too. He-"

"Is that why I feel strange around him?" Blaise's eyes narrowed.

"Potter, when was the first time you used the flames?" The Italian demanded, uncaring of the men threatening him.

"At school? First year. HE was going to kill me. But the color-"

"Was different, right? Let me guess, lighter in coloring? Dumbledore tried to force his will on you, and your soul got scorched." Harry flinched, looking away.

"Trash, fucking explain the shit you're talking about!" Xanxus growled, yanking his brother behind him, despite Harry's protests. "NOW!" He barked when the other hesitated.

"My family name is Zabini. My family has allied itself with the Potters since before either of us were born. The Potter Famiglia is known to have Harmonizing Flames of the purest kind. The Zabini Famiglia followed them from Italy. You were lucky I sensed you first, and covered your slip up!"

"Slip up?" Harry parroted back, confused. "I never learned how to control them, so how can I 'slip up' as you say?

"Surely your family-"

"-are complete, and utterly abusive, arsholes? Got it in one." Harry pushed his way past Xanxus, or rather, he tried. "If our families are allied, as you say, why didn't you come talk to me? Why didn't you come to me? I love hearing about my family."

"I was told that you'd approach me, eventually. That, unless you awoke in duress, that you'd find me."

"For a Slytherin, you sure as hell didn't look beneath the beneath. How would I know to come to you? I have many masks, but you'll find my lack of knowledge to be quite genuine, Zabini. My family would beat me if I showed any curiosity about anything. Me knowing things meant I wasn't miserable."

Xanxus has relaxed his stance, but was still watching his little brother closely. Waiting for an excuse to blow the Trash's brains out. However, he wanted to hear more, as it was obvious his brother wasn't as naive as he'd thought. In fact, he sounded closer to using the Flames of Wrath, not a classic Sky.

"I'm sick of living in that world, only to be used as a weapon. I just found my big brother! The first time I've met him, and you barge in. What do you want Zabini? If you're just going to lecture me, then fuck off! I got enough of that from the white fucking bumblebee!"

"I think you misunderstood why I followed you." Zabini bowed. "I wish to honor my family's promise by being your Color Night of Blue." Blaise said, left hand fisted, and his right covering it. Harry glared.

"I don't trust you." He snapped, hands shaking.

"You trust that man, claiming to be your brother. I've done nothing to hurt you." The boy protested, ruffling Xanxus's feathers.

"You let Malfoy taunt and bully me. You never hurt me, but you're just as bad because you watched others do so! You weren't a bully, but you were a bystander. You could have helped. You could have gotten a professor."

"Give me a second chance! I'm a kid, just like you, and I make mistakes. I am sorry that I didn't stop them, or tell you about our families. I was told you knew, and I recklessly believed it." Blaise exhaled deeply. "Let me prove it to you, Harry, please."

"Fine, prove it." Harry hesitated, "right now, I'm leaving with my brother. When I return to England, don't be indifferent. Treat me like a friend."

"May we exchange letters?" Blaise inquired, getting a nod of agreement. The Rain backed off, bowing "See you September first, if we don't see each other at the World Cup."

The Varia duo, plus one, left for the airport.

Xanxus glanced at the child asleep on one of the plane's couches. Lussuria had met them at the airport, and had instantly insisted Harry ate before they left. It wasn't even past five, yet the boy had crashed.

"You know, if we weren't Varia, we would be looking at kidnapping charges." Lussuria mused, laying a blanket over the child. He then quickly started to do a quick scan of the boy.

"I wish we didn't need to go to these extremes. That I didn't fucking need to kidnap my own shitty brother. We only have a little over two months to get him up to Varia Fucking Quality."

"You wish to have him as part of the Varia?" Lussuria jerked away from the child, as if horrified.

"Voi! The brat's too weak!" Squalo protested, shaking his fist.

"No his isn't. We'll leave him to Levi and Mammon to train." Xanxus smirked.

"Voi! He won't last two seconds!"

"Your rates have tripled." Viper drawled as Harry held his side.

His hair was singed, and small scratches covered his visible skin. The Mist Arcobaleno went to say something else, when Harry took a chance and struck.

Mammon frowned as he easily landed on his feet. The thirteen year old grinned, realizing he'd managed to touch the man-in-a-baby's-body. Mammon was surprised that child could do so, seeing as he had no training. Evident by Harry shaking out his fist, despite the power behind the punch, or rather, the lack of power. The boy was weak, and needed conditioning, as well as a true style to fight with.

"Go get treated by Lussuria." And the man left the room. Lussuria was on him in seconds as Viper came upon Xanxus. "Where did you find this Sky, Xanxus." The Arcobaleno demanded.

"He found me. He's my little Trash brother." Xanxus said without an ounce of pride.

He hadn't even known he had family left. Let alone raise the kid. He had no right to feel pride over what the kid had done.

Potter,

I figured I should owl you this. It's a book on our families' shared history. You, and your brother, should know where you came from. If our places had been reversed, I realized I would have wanted you to tell me as much as you could. I also thought I should tell you about myself. My full name is Blaise Anthony Zabini. I was born to Eloise and Anthony Zabini. Three years after my birth, my father died saving a child from being ran over by one of those muggle cart things. My mother has had ten husbands since, gaining the title Black Widow.

I grew up going to the same tutor classes as Ronald and Neville. I loved playing chess with Ronald and looking at plants with Neville. I'd though we were friends, but Ronald ignores me now that I'm in Slytherin. Neville I purposely leave alone so Malfoy doesn't increase his bullying on the Longbottom heir.

My dream since my grandfather told me, was to serve the next Orange Aspect in the Potter Line. When you showed a dislike of Slytherins, and no sign of Awakening, I gave up. On serving you, but I still wanted to be friends.

You're a special person, Harry. You could get a group of people to jump from a cliff, yet you're so insecure, that you'd never use someone that way. You're more likely to risk your life saving them. You're reckless but loyal to a fault. I've always felt in awe after school ended every year. A small firstie, the smallest in our year, faced off with Voldemort, and won. A second year, as small as a firstie killing a basilisk, and saving a girl like a Knight in shinning armor. You protected your friends against Dementors, with only flames, and nearly dying in the process. You only cared that they lived.

You're kind, loyal, caring, intuitive, cunning, smart, brave, and protective. Yet who takes care of you? You won't have your brother when you come back to school. You have so many good qualities about you, and everyone around you takes advantage of them.

I'm not asking to be your Knight, but can't I be your friend?

Zabini

Blaise,

If we're going to be friends, shouldn't we use our first names? The book you sent was nice, and answered quite a few questions about Xanxus and myself. At least someone has noticed how important family is to me.

I'm learning many things from Xanxus and his Color Knights, or Guardians as they call themselves. I'm also allowed to get food whenever I want, and I have my own room! Xanxus wants me up to Varia Quality. I am not sure if I want to be an assassin though.

Do you think, maybe, that we could change the Wizarding World? I want everyone to see each other equally. I've been learning about the Vongola Famiglia, and I was thinking that we could be like the Primo, Giotto, and his group, but for the Wizarding World. I included a book on it.

Thank you, by the way. You were right, my family, and our history, is important to me. So brownie points to you, whatever that means.

I'm not against Slytherins. Just those that pick on those weaker, shier, nicer, or less wealthy, than themselves. I'd be a hypocrite if I hated Slytherins. I was nearly sorted there, if it wasn't for Malfoy. He was a bully that reminded me of my cousin. I hate bullies. I have dealt with them my whole life, and I don't think it should be allowed.

I told Squalo about the Basilisk and how I shoved a sword in it's mouth. I got lectured, and now I have sword lessons as well as others, such as catching up on my muggle studies, hand-to-hand combat, swordplay, and weapons.

Surprisingly, it's great!

Harry

Harry grinned as he watched Hedwig fly off before he went to go get something to eat. He was in the mood for the last of his chocolate cake. He was happy that Xanxus let him eat whatever the hell he wanted, when he wanted. So long as he kept in shape. Something about food being denied for too long.

Upon entering the kitchens, he froze.

Sitting, eating his last slice of chocolate cake, was a blond teen. Harry couldn't see the other's eyes, their blond hair was covering them, and they were adorned with a crown. He also outranked Harry in height. Likely outranked him, period.

That didn't stop Harry from getting pissed.

"Who do you think you are?" The small teen snarled, fist clenching. The other didn't act like he heard. "You have five seconds to stop eating my cake. You will not like the consequences if you don't."

"Commoners do not worry Prince Belphegor. What can you do, go crying to mummy?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but my mother is dead." Harry deadpanned, stalking closer. His wand, which Mammon had removed the trace from, slid into his hand. "So no, I won't go running to her, or anyone else. I don't let others do my dirty work, and nor do I let them walk over me. I get even."

A flick, and blond bled an ugly puce. The other froze. Harry stood his ground even as the other stood up to full height. He would not let anyone in the Varia walk over him, assassins or not.

His brother's guardians wouldn't get the pleasure either.

"Commoner, turn Prince Belphegor's hair back." Harry crossed his arms, eyes narrowing.

"No. You pissed me off."

"Turn it back, now!" Red flames sparked, and Harry growled as he narrowed his eyes. His own Storm Flames coming to push back

"I've had uglier, and scarier, men threaten me, Princess." Harry taunted. The other stiffened. "Oh dear, did I just threaten your masculinity? Whatever shall you do?" The wizard sneered. "I don't see why big brother has you as his guardian. You're just a weak minded brat."

Belphegor let out a screeched, leaping forward to attack. Harry held his ground, giving as good as he got. The cooks quickly ran from the room, warning everyone and anyone they met that Prince the Ripper was about to eat the Boss's son alive.

Mammon crackled and started to take bets. Squalo rolled his eyes, before placing his own bet down. Leviathan quickly went to watch the boys fight.

Xanxus just threw his whiskey glass, and a slew of curse words, at the ones interfering with his paperwork. He knew his brother could hold his own against the Prince Trash. If he couldn't?

Well, then they needed to up his training.

Harry,

You do realise that this dream would require your group to rule the underground of the Wizarding World, correct? You would be in danger of running afoul the Ministry, and Dumbledore's men. They would call you dark,

evil even.

Like you, I've been training my Aspect. My uncle, my father's brother, agreed to take me in to train. When I told him I wanted a melee weapon, he was ecstatic. I am enjoying how to wield a war hammer.

You made headlines, by the way. Boy-Who-Lived is Missing. Theories have popped up everywhere. Death Eaters taking you, Dumbledore training you, and get this: off with long lost family. The Quibbler came up with that one.

Everyone just laughed it off as them being crazy. Wonder what they would do if they learned it were true?

Thank you for accepting me as a friend,

Blaise

Harry James Potter!

Where are you? I convinced my parents to drive me to London, where we agreed to meet up, and low and behold, you never showed up! I wrote Ron, but he hasn't heard from you either! Please write back, I'm worried.

Hermione

Hermione,

I am so sorry! I met up with Xanxus, and guess what? He took me in! I've been in summer school to catch up on my studies. I completely

spaced our meeting! I should have called. I'm in Italy, and having a blast! Xanxus said I should be allowed back for the QWC.

Harry

Blaise,

What are Death Eaters? Also Dumbledore actually training me? That made me laugh! Is the Quibbler going to be a problem? Also, I do

understand what I'd be going up against. It need to be done. Sorry this is short. Lots to do so I can go to the QWC.

Harry

Harry,

I won't tell anyone where you are. The Dursleys never treated you right, after all. You promise

you'll be at the Cup, correct? I will hold my questions back until then. Even if Sirius and Remus have shown up four times since the article about you missing came out.

How are you enjoying Italy? I've included a map

of the magical community in Venice, as well as a list of my favorite areas in the muggle side.

I was wondering if you ever used (or heard) yellow flames before. I was riding with my cousin on her motorcycle, and we crashed. I had a concussion, broken ribs and an arm, and cuts everywhere, before the flames engulfed me, healing everything. My cousin was bleeding out, and I managed to heal her too.

Please write soon,

Hermione

Harry,

Death Eaters? You seriously don't know? They're Voldemort's followers. The Quibbler normally focuses on make-belief creatures, as Mr. Lovegood dotes on his daughter, Luna, a girl in Ginny Weasley's year, since his wife died. She's been horribly hurt.

Are your studies going well? I've just started to learn accounting, as I am heir to the Zabini line. However, I was given permission to watch the Cup!

Your friend,

Blaise

Blaise,

I'm having Hermione write to you. She activated the Yellow Aspect, and is unable to find any information on them. I don't want her going to Dumbledore. Please inform her what it means. I can't write any longer, Prince Belphegor is demanding my time.

Your friend,

Harry

Hermione,

The flames are the Aspect Flames of the Color Knights. Please write Blaise Zabini, he will explain more. One of Xanxus's underlings is demanding my attention. Thank you though, for keeping people in the dark.

Harry

Padfoot + Moony, I can't write much. I've got lessons to get to. I'm safe, though. Safer than at the Dursleys. I might actually be able to fight back the next time Voldemort attacks me. Stop bothering Hermione. Love you, Harry

Pup!

Where are you? What do you mean, fight Voldemort? Who are you with? Did they kidnap you? We'll save you! Moony says that you were very irresponsible!

I've put QWC tickets for the Ministry Box. I had Moony buy them. Enough for six of your friends!

-Padfoot and Moony

Harry,

Will you be at the Cup? Mum and Dad are going ballistic, demanding to know if we've heard from you. Dad won tickets, but Padfoot said he bought you, your own. Hermione said you told her that you're fine, and safe. That's good enough for me. Oh, the owl is Pig. Ginny named him Pigdweon, but everyone else calls him Pig. Padfoot got him for me.

Ron

Padfoot + Moony,

I won't tell you sorry, but I'm with my older brother. - Harry

Harry,

You plan on over taking the world? Why? Zabini said it has to do with Dumbledore, but I should ask you in person. When are you arriving back in England? Zabini gave me a bit of material to study, and it's fascinating. I have so many questions!

Hermione

Ron,

I'll be in London in time. I'm bringing a friend I made where I'm staying at, and my brother. Also, I may have invited a Slytherin, Zabini, to sit with us. That's all six. Tell your parents that I'm sorry for causing any problems.

-Harry

Harry,

Never get Granger set on me again. My brain feels numb! How do you function after her questions? Too academic, and I like to study.

Also, thanks for the ticket.

I'll see you in two days.

Blaise

Harry grinned as he laid the letter from his friend down. An open trunk lay on his bed, nearly finished in being packed. They would leave for London tomorrow morning, and he couldn't wait to be home with his friends.

He also couldn't wait to see what Remus and Sirius would do, upon seeing Xanxus and Belphegor.