AN: Okay, really quickly before I let you read: There will be a gay (NOT HARRY!) pairing in the later arcs. Right now, I'm focusing on Harry deciding on what he wants to do. 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: 2,316

I do not own either Harry Potter nor Hitman Reborn.

Chapter Five

September First

Xanxus glanced around as he exited the limo that had delivered him to the street. His lip curled as he stepped up to the curb. The whole area looked like it was made from a cookie cutter, all the way down to the gardens. Like originality didn't belong.

His little brother grew up here?

"This place is terrifying!" Lussuria shuddered, looking around anxiously. As if the plain lawns were about to puke normalcy all over him.

"Trash," Xanxus growled, glaring at the man, who nodded. The man strolled up to the door of number four, and knocked. His fist then landed on his hips.

"Who is it?" A horse like woman looked out, and eeped. "What do you want? My nephew isn't here!" Lussuria blinked before fury crossed his face.

"Did you just imply that I am scary enough to bring harm to your nephew? You despicable human being!" He yelled loudly, knowing that every neighbor was looking out their windows. Having started the moment they pulled up in the limousine.

"Trash, move aside. I'll handle this." Xanxus growled, gaining the woman's attention. She paled further. "To think my brother is related to this disgrace. His mother must have gotten the only good genes from their parents. Kind, loving, beautiful, powerful, smart, while you, you're a cold hearted, ugly, bitch."

"VERNON!" The whole house shook as the man thundered away from his morning brunch. "Get them off-"

"I own you." Xanxus sneered at the man, who froze. "You came to me years ago, fresh in Gunning's company, wishing for me to assassinate every person higher than you that would stand in your way to being the manager."

"Vernon?" Petunia stuttered in fear.

"V-Varia."

"I've come to collect, with interest." Xanxus gave a blood thirst look to the man, who soiled himself. "You will either pay up every cent you own, sign these papers, or perish by my guns."

"What paper?" The Italian handed over a stack of papers, pointing out where to sign. Smirking, the man backed away.

"You just signed your jail sentence." With that, he went to the limo, ignoring the whale that tried to attack him. He knew Lussuria could take care of it.

He had things to take care of.

Such as taking custody, legally, of his Little Trash.

Xanxus snarled his anger out as he stalked the office. He preformed like a caged animal. A panther, or tiger, maybe. Multiple bottles of alcohol lay broke along the walls. Laying on his desk was a frantic letter from his brother.

The latest in a string of letters, apparently. The Little Trash had gotten mixed up in something like a Roman Colosseum tournament. However, it was the first he had received from the Little Trash, and it angered him that he had no idea who was interfering with his mail, or why.

He had sent a letter off to the runt, informing him that he should only contact him through Sawada. The little Japanese teen had been all too willing to help him. Even after the shit he had heaped on the brat. Once that was done, he'd placed the whole of the Varia on lockdown to find the rat that was in place.

The Trash Spy (or even spies) would rue the day they crossed him.

June Twenty-Third

"The Final Task is tomorrow, correct?" Tsuna asked, having tuned out another rant from Harry about Mad-Eye Moody, and Dumbledore.

"Hai. Apparently family may attend…" Harry blushed, scratching his cheek. "I sent a Port-Key to you, so you, and a few of your guardians, may attend. Only bring those you trust."

"Arigato, Harry-chan." Harry huffed as if he were offended about being called the normally female, or young child, suffix. Tsuna knew differently. He knew it made Harry feel like he had a bigger family. "We'll back you as much as possible until Xanxus can take over. You're family." Harry blinked away tears, and his worry, at the older teen's words.

Almost five months had passed since Xanxus's family had been seen. The whole of Volgola was up in arms. Meanwhile, Harry was unable to assist, thanks to the Triwizard. It made him feel helpless. Even if Tsuna insisted that there was nothing he would be able to do that they weren't trying already.

It didn't make the teen feel better.

"Hey, we'll figure it out. He'll laugh at us for being such worry warts too."

"Demo-"

"Chaos! Dame-Tsuna! Hurry up, or we'll be playing a punishment game!" Tsuna's head lowered as Reborn landed a flying kick to it.

"Hai, Reborn-sensei!"

"Sayonara, Tsuna-niisan!"

"Ja-ne, Harry-chan!"

"Herbivores are crowding." Harry blinked at the use of Japanese at Hogwarts. He looked around to find the person speaking. "Omivore, I'll bite you to death!"

"Eh? But you'll get to meet Harry-chan! I told you, he's like a little animal, and he is the one that belongs to Hedwigu-san." A grin spread across Harry's face as he stood up.

"Hello, may I help you?" Dumbledore asked as the group of Japanese, and Italian, teens and a toddler, came into view. His grandfather façade fully in place.

"Ha- I mean, yes. We were invited by my cousin's little brother." Tsuna smiled, eyes tight as he felt the man reach out with his flames undetected by others. He flared his own aura in response and anger.

"Tsuna-niisan!" Harry tackled the older boy. The room went silent. "You made it!" An explosion of whispers followed his greeting.

"Harry, my boy, you invited them? Lily and James have no other-" Dumbledore gasped in pain as his reaching hand was gripped by the tallest Japanese teen.

"Herbivores don't touch Omivores." Kyoya Hibari gkared.

"Is that Hibari-san?" Tsuna nodded, so Harry leaned around him. "Konnichiwa, Hibari-san! Arigato gozaimasu for coming to a mostly Herbivore gathering. Maybe you'll be able to help by bitting the bad guys to death?" A blood thirsty grin crossed the half Chinese boy's face.

"Woa." Harry blinked, blushing at the appraising look. "You are like a little animal. Maybe a fox?" Harry puffed up in response, about to argue that he was better than a boring fox.

"Harry!" Hermione pushed Harry down just as a red light passed over them. Tsuna dodged, turning to glare at McGonagall. The whole room fell into an eerie silence, as flames engulfed his forehead and hands.

Hayato Gokudera had his dynamite lit as he glared down the others that looked ready to interfere. Takeshi Yamamoto had a wide smile on his face, but a hand on his sword. Kyoya was nearly breaking Dumbledore's arm even as he grabbed one of his Tonfas. Ryohei Sasagawa cracked his knuckles, ready for a fight.

Tsuna took a step closer.

"Harm my family, and I will end you. No one harms the Volgola tenth generation!" Slytherins stiffened, while some Ravenclaws shared uneasy looks. The other houses were confused.

Severus Snape looked ill.

"Soul Magic."

"Tsuna-niisan, please calm down!" Harry latched onto the teen's arm. The flames dimmed some, but didn't disappear.

"She tried to hurt you!"

"Hai." Harry nodded, clutching tighter. "Demo, she was only trying to protect her Sky." Harry turned to Kyoya. "Will you please let Dumbledore-sensei go? I'll show you a nice place to get away from Herbivores." The blood-thirst teen clicked his tongue, but released the old man. "I'd like you to not try and grab my personage again, Headmaster. I'm done being scorched by your Aspect."

Whispers followed that.

"Harry, I do not know what lies these people have told you-"

"My father wrote it himself. I found my older brother, and wrote him. We talked, and he saved me from my ABUSIVE aunt. You're lucky I didn't become and Obscurus!" Harry flared his own aura, gripping Hermione's hand when she gasped. "I never have to return to them again, as they were never family, nor was it my home!"

The hall had fallen so quiet, that Harry's breathing sounded like a wind storm.

"Dumblydore, what iz ze meaning of zis?" Madame Maxinme demanded, breaking the lull of sound. "Obscururs? Ze Boy-Who-Lived?" Harry glared at her before spinning on his heels. His guardians and guests rushing to follow.

"Harry?" Hermione questioned softly, her tone searching. Harry noted both Blaise and Takeshi trying to use their Rain flames to calm him down.

"I'm done with the wizarding world. They'll all burn!"

"So what guardians do you have, and who?" Harry blinked, looking at the Italian speaking baby that sat beside him on the couch as the others inspected the Room of Requirements.

"Blaise Zabini is my Rain, Hermione Granger as my Sun, Lightning is my fellow Champion Cedric Diggory, and Mist is our special Luna Lovegood." Harry pointed to each in their own spot (Hermione was with Ron going over scrolls of parchment, likely plans. Blaise was talking to Tsuna's own Rain guardian. Finally, Luna was reading a book upside down, sitting by the fire).

"No others?" The Sun Arcobaleno demanded, as if offended.

Harry was a powerful Sky, after all.

"There aren't many Active magicals. I've only accessed Dying Will a handful of times, since coming to this place. By the time I got here, I learned how to avoid situations that caused it. Only a handful of rejections happened before then."

"You mean, the Dementors didn't cause you to go active?" Cedric asked in surprise. All Harry did was shrug. "You relatives-"

"You shouldn't worry. No one will care in a few years." Luna interjected with her dreamy smile. "It all begins tonight." The girl fell silent, closing her eyes as if asleep. "Tonight."

A shiver went down everyone's spines.

Harry shifted nervously as he looked at Cedric. His family and friends had been shown their seats. Tied, he and his Knight would be going in together.

Harry's Intuition was screeching.

"Promise you will retreat if anything happens." Harry hissed to the older teen.

"I promise. Be careful, my King." Harry grinned back, as his intuition calmed, but not settled. A loud boom, and they were running.

Other than being bit by one of Aragog's offspring, and figuring out a sphinx's riddle, Harry couldn't recall any other's obstacles in the maze, until he saved Cedric from an Imperius Curse controlled Viktor Krum.

He barely grabbed the cup before Cedric could reach him. His Intuition went into overdrive as he crashed into a graveyard. His scar burning pointed to only one culprit.

He was tied to a headstone as Wormtail raised his lord. Harry knew he didn't have to wait long. The creature in front of him was too prideful to not challenge him to a duel. To prove to his followers a child couldn't defeat him.

The teen glared at the serpentine man as he was released from his imposed bow. The man wanted a fight? He would show that Xanxus had a reason to be proud of him. His vision burst with an explosion of bright orange flames.

"I will end you!" He swore in Italian, causing Death Eaters to whisper. "You are no better than Dumbledore! A hypocrite!" With Harry using his flames, the Dark Lord was forced to go on a defensive offense. Harry glowered, but summoned the Triwizard Cup when he had the chance.

As soon as he landed, he dropped the cup. Ignoring the judges, a worried Cedric, and a hovering Dumbledore, he stormed to the medical tent that was set up. Madame Promfrey sat him down, running a diagnostic charm over him.

"Harry-chan?" Tsuna called gently. Harry lifted his head in time to have a mirror in his face.

"Miss me, Little Trash?" The man smirked.

"Xanxus?" Tears filled Harry's eyes. "Where were you? I…"

"The Brat's Shitty old man was spying on me. I had to weed out a rat. I also found out who was stealing our mail, from your end, and I got one Vernon Dursley tossed into jail."

"Yeah, and I think I know who. I'll speak to you soon, big brother." Harry turned to glare at an entering Dumbledore. "What do you want now? I'm tired and sore!"

"What happened tonight, Harry?" The man questioned, as if he were worried. "You just disappeared from the maze."

"Obviously," Tsuna drawled, glaring at the man. "the cup was a Port-Key, and Death Eaters were waiting for him. My otouto needs his rest, please leave."

"Headmaster, out." Poppy ordered, glaring when he went to protest. Minutes later, Harry had his Knights around him. "Keep it down, and you may stay. Mr. Potter. Please get some sleep." She left once he nodded his agreement.

For the next hour, he filled his guardians, and Tsuna, in on what had happened in the graveyard. He fell asleep to Luna running a hand through his hair. She had ended up as his pillow, his lap being his head's resting place. Hermione was holding one hand, Ron the other, and Blaise stood next to his head. He fell asleep, feeling like he was surrounded by family, like he belonged.

"Xan!" Harry slammed into his brother's strong chest, shaking. "Don't do that again!"

"Little Trash-"

"No! I'm not ready to be on my own yet! You…you're my big brother. My family." Harry slowly calmed down, but didn't let go. "I declared war against Voldemort."

"Yeah, the Trashy Sky told me. I'm proud of you, Little Trash. You retreated when you knew you had no choice. He won't win. Neither will the white bumblebee."

And Harry believed him

End Arc One