AN: Okay, really quickly before I let you read. There will be a gay pairing in the later arcs (NOT HARRY!).

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

I wrote it with the intention to eventually add to the chapters after I get it up. It'll be a work in progress even after I mark it complete. I should also warn you that it is more fanonical, then canonical, for the flames.

Word Count: 2,058 (I was kind of disappointed that I couldn't get more words in, but this is sort of a filler chapter, I suppose?)

I do not own either Harry Potter nor Hitman Reborn.

Chapter Three

Harry bounced on his feet as he, Xanxus, and Belphegor waited for Remus to show up with their Port-key (a device that worked like teleportation). The werewolf would be chaperoning the children, while Xanxus could do as he wished, seeing as he was considered an adult by law. Harry was just excited to see his honorary Godfather, and his Godfather, again. It had been way too long.

Harry smiled widely as he spotted the werewolf. Remus paused in surprise at the sight of Xanxus. Yet he carried on walking towards the strange group consisting of a man who looked like a teen still, a blond teen, and his cub. Harry gained his attention quickly with a hug, causing the man to smile.

"Hey Moony! This is Xanxus, and Prince Bel!" Harry introduced, pointing to each. He then faced his brother and friend. "Xanxus, this is our dad's best friend, Remus Lupin." Bel snickered at the name.

"Seriously? Wolf-wolf? You were doomed, weren't you, Wolf Trash?" Xanxus snorted, ignoring the timid man's flinch. "Little Trash has spoken highly of you. I am not impressed." Xanxus lazily stated, a glint of something dark in his voice.

He still wasn't happy how the adults in Harry's life had treated him.

"Xan, you promised to not insult dad's friends!" Harry elbowed his brother in the side.

The two siblings started arguing, quickly bringing their fists into the mix. Remus gaped as the normally sweet boy from the year before fought tooth and nail against a man twice as large as him. Scratches and bite marks quickly appearing on both.

"Commoner! Where is our ride? It better not be something ugly. Prince Belphagor demands the best-"

"Oh shove off, Bel!" Harry yelled as he was pinned into a headlock. "And come out of hiding Blaise! Everyone knows you're there!" He called out, glancing into a corner behind Remus.

"Damn, not even close." Blaise sighed, moving from behind Remus, who jumped. Harry quickly amended that almost everyone knew his friend was there.

Harry grinned at Blaise, holding out his hand. Xanxus released his brother, watching like a hawk. More than a little hopeful, the Italian shook it.

The explosion of feeling like he was home had Blaise shaking. It was like he had found where he belonged. After years drifting, he was finally given a life-line. His very soul thrummed with happiness. He knew, he would do anything that his Ruling Aspect asked of him.

"Does it always feel like that?" Blaise whispered to Xanxus without letting his Sky's hand go. It was Bel who answered.

"Like you're closer to being complete?" The crown wearing teen nodded. "Just about."

"Harry!" A voice cried before brown curls blocked the young Sky's view. "How are you? Where are you staying? How was Italy? Is this your brother? Who is that next to him?" Hermione babbled. Harry let out a laugh before, pulling back. His jacket protecting him from Harmonizing without her consent.

Even if he wanted her as his Sun.

"In reverse order: This is Belphegor, and Xanxus. Italy was amazing. Xanxus has a flat in London we will be staying in after the game. Wants to ensure I don't let my studies drop."

"You'll be Varia Fucking Quality, Little Trash!" Hermione, and the other women nearby, gasped in horror at his swearing. "What are you looking at, Trash?"

"Xanxus, please lower your voice." Harry turned large green puppy eyes onto the man, who growled.

"Fuck! Why do you younger Skies have that fucking look?" He growled, crossing his arms. "Shitty Brat!"

"Please, big brother?" The man groaned, deflating. "Yay!" Harry gave Xanxus a quick hug. The teen danced away from the swat sent his way, and locked arms with Blaise and Hermione. "Remus! I'm leaving Xanxus and Bel with you!"

The man froze, seeing the bloodthirsty glares sent his way. He quickly turned to find Harry had already darted away, leaving him to the hunting sharks.

It didn't take long to find a gang of gingers on the grounds. Harry was introduced to Bill and Charlie, while he did the same for Blaise (to the few that didn't know who he was). Soon it was time to head to the stand, where they met up with the Varia Duo, and Remus, who was explaining the rules of the sport in Italian.

"Are we pretending you don't know English?" Harry asked, spotting the Minister and the visiting Bulgaria Minister.

"That's right, Little Trash. Apparently the man doesn't know Italian. Is that your Trash Friend?" Xanxus motioned to Ron, who shivered. He didn't need to know Italian to know he was being talked about. "He's not active, nor Varia Quality."

"Tsunayoshi Sawada isn't Varia Quality, but you still respect him. Ron is a great friend, and equally great tactician." Harry defended Ron, who was lost at what was being said. Hermione was glaring at Xanxus, knowing that he wouldn't risk upsetting his brother by hurting her.

"You don't have to be active in order to be great friends. Ron has been at our back every time we got into trouble." The girl narrowed her eyes. "Something that no adult has done for us, yet." Remus flinched, turning away from the conversation in shame.

"Mr. Potter!" Minister Cornelius Fudge called out, bringing Harry into focus to everyone around them. Whispers were quick to follow. "Whatever are you doing here? Where have you been? Everyone has been so worried about your well being!" Harry noted the other minister attempt hide a laugh as a cough.

"I'm here to watch the Bibbity Bobbities dance around." The teen said, deadpanned. The man frowned, opening his mouth as muggleborns started to laugh. Even he knew when he was being made fun of. "I'm here to watch the game, sir, like the others. I even brought a few new friends with me. They were home schooled, and have never seen one before!"

"Yes, well, I hope you enjoy the game." The man stuttered, quickly moving away.

Harry tackled Hermione as a burning block of wood fell towards her. He felt the Harmonizing pull, but ignored it as he spun to face the Death Eaters with a growl.

They had aimed for HIS Sun.

They'd pay!

Flames, a pure blast of dark orange and red, burst to life as he yanked out his throwing knives. His flames encased the weapons, allowing them to bypass the shield the Death Eaters had placed up.

Out of seven, only two managed to escape death.

Even they were in poor condition as they activated emergency Port-Keys.

The ministry officials appeared just after Harry's flames died out. The teen was growling like a lion as he crouched over an unharmed but unconscious Hermione. He used his knives to stop others from coming too close. They wouldn't land a hand on his family.

"Little Trash!" A large hand cuffed him on the back of his head. "What were you thinking?"

"They hurt Hermione! No one hurts what little family I have!" Harry spat, kicking the closest corpse. An Auror walked closer, a sneer on his face.

"You are under arrest for murder-"

"The hell he is!" Xanxus growled, pushing his brother back to Hermione. "He protected himself, and the little Witch Trash, from being murdered. Those were Death Eaters. Criminals. You think he could have stopped them with a tickle charm?" Xanxus spat.

"Xan-"

"Shut up, Little Trash. Let your big brother handle this. Prince Trash, how is Witch Trash?"

"Physically fine. Prince Bel will take the commoner back to the flat now."

"Take Little Trash too." The British wizards went to protest. "Make sure Harry Potter comes to no more harm." Silence filled the area as Belphegor pulled out a Port-key. The teens were gone within seconds. "Now, what was this about charging Harry Potter with murder, instead of self defense?"

"So I'm your Yellow Dame?" Hermione furrowed her brows. "I mean, it's great and all, but are you sure you want me to be one of your Knights?"

"Who better than my sister in all but blood?" Harry got an armful of sobbing girl. "Oi! Why are you crying? Come on, let me go, Hermione!"

"I'm so happy we became friends. You're the first I've ever had. Everyone saw me as a teacher's pet, a know-it-all. Even Ron. With my parents always gone, I only had books for company as my nanny was always asleep. I was so happy to write home saying I have friends."

"Ron and you were the first people to even care for me. The Dursleys isolated me, ensuring I was alone, and no one would trust if I said that they'd hit me, or starved me."

"I'm glad you have Xanxus now, Harry. The Dursleys were awful to you." Hermione murmured as she pulled back. "I don't know about you, but I need food."

"I'll cook us something!" Harry sprang up, vibrating with excitement. He loved cooking!

"I don't know. Your potions-"

"Slytherins. Also, cooking is completely different."

Harry grinned as everyone; Sirius, Remus, Xanxus, Bel, Blaise, and Hermione, tried his steak and potatoes. They all hummed in delight as he took his first bite. It tasted normal to him.

"Are you sure you want to take over the world? You could be a famous chef, Harry." Blaise complimented his Sky, encouraging a blush.

"Nah. all he'd have to do is feed people to death, Blaise." Hermione corrected, "after all, I'd eat this even if it were poisoned." The group as one, paused.

"Seriously? Why would I poison my family?" Harry rolled his eyes. "I-"

"-would so put something like laxatives in someone's food." Blaise mused as Belphegor ran to the bathroom.

"He insulted Hermione." Harry shrugged as he continued to eat, "who doesn't protect their family."

"I don't like this, Little Trash." Xanxus growled angrily. His red eye flashing around the station. He felt the need to take Harry, and run as far as possible.

"Xan, I need to finish my magical education. I'll be home come Christmas Holidays." Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was starting to grow out. Harry mused whether or not he should act like Squalo, and never cut it. "And I will write everyday. No one is going to catch me off guard."

"Little Trash!" Harry was cuffed in the back of his head. "Someone can always catch you off guard! I was encased in ice for years because of it!" The Varia Boss snapped, posture stiff.

"Okay! I'll be careful! You can't protect me forever, Xan. Don't deny that you've been doing it." Harry grinned as he got whacked in the back of the head again. "I'll have two overprotective guardians with me, Hedwig, and I'll write if anything seems off." Harry hesitated. "I'll miss you."

"Little Trash, get going. The fucking train is about to leave." Xanxus snapped, but Harry understood what he meant.

He would trust him to stay safe.

"Yeah…bye Xan." Harry hugged the man, waved to Belphegor, and bolted for the train about to take off. His friends made space for him, and he watched as the train pulled from the station.

His Intuition was going haywire.

But Harry knew he had to go to Hogwarts, to at least keep Dumbledore from the know. The man was too manipulative, and controlling. Harry didn't doubt there was a plot to kill him. Likely claim he was going dark, or have Voldemort do it.

Harry would best them both. He had people to protect, and he wouldn't be any good to any of them if he died.