AN: Here is the Second Arc. I hope you all like it just as much as the first part. There will only be three Arc. It will end when Harry turns Eighteen-ish.

Luna was the winner of the poll by a landslide.

The first five chapters have been edited and are longer.

Word Count: 2,866

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Arc Two:

Chapter One

Harry yawned as he walked down the hallway of Varia headquarters. It was early, and only the guards were awake around this time. That meant he was virtually alone for the time being. Harry had been in the building for the last week. Training, studying, and planning.

However, that still didn't stop the visions that plagued him at night. They started not long after Voldemort rose from the dead, and always involved the man (if he could even be called human). No one in the Wizarding World, outside of the Death Eaters, knew of his return, and he was working from the shadows.

Today, his guardians would show up, as well as Ron, Fred, George, and Mrs. Zabini. So Harry had decided to greet everyone with a large breakfast. Once he started cooking, he ended up making everyone's favorites. He didn't even notice until Lussuria walked in.

"Darling, did you get any sleep last night?" Harry shrugged at his brother's Sun. "You need your rest-"

"I couldn't sleep, okay? I'll be able to sleep better once everyone is here." Harry grinned at the worried look. "I'm just antsy because of the situation with Voldemort."

"I see. The sleeping pills didn't work, then."

"Nope." Harry placed the last plate of bacon on the table just as a thud was heard in the parlor. "Excuse me, Luss."

"Hermione, let go of my shirt, please." Luna asked politely.

"Ouch, that was my foot, Ron!" Hermione screeched.

"Move out of the way!" The twins whined as one.

"Stop pulling my hair, Fred!" Ron hollered.

"Oi, get off of me, red haired menaces!" Cedric yelled.

"Mother, is this normal?" Blaise questioned.

"Oh dear. I forgot how hard Port-Keys are for children." A feminine cultured voice chuckled. Harry entered to see a group of teens tangled on the floor. His wand was pointed at all of them as he held onto the sword strapped to his back.

"Who is Prongs, Hermione?" Harry asked, gaining the flailing group's attention. The girl frowned.

"Your father's animagus animal, and your patronous."

"Ron, how did you get hurt at the end of our first year?" The youngest redhead blushed.

"I sacrificed my game piece so you and Hermione could go on to face Voldemort and Quirrel."

"Twins, how did you save me from the Dursley family before my second year?"

"We used our dad's flying car, and pulled the bars from your window, before locking picking your door."

"Cedric, what happened when I was in the hospital wing after the dementors attacked me?" The copper haired teen huffed.

"I tried to get a rematch, but both Oliver and you refused."

"Blaise, how did you meet Xanxus?" The Italian gained a sheepish look.

"I followed you to the meeting, and both made a fool of myself, and my family. In the end, he hated me a little, and you agreed to try to become my friend."

"Luna, what were your words before the third task?" The blond smiled dreamily, making her Sky blush.

"I told you what I saw, 'it begins tonight,' as it was my job to inform you." Harry looked to Blaise, eyes flicking to the teen's mother.

"She hasn't left my sight since I got home except when we went to bed or the loo."

"Ahem?" The woman lifted an eye brow at her son.

"Excuse me, the closet privy." Hermione tilted her head.

"Isn't that when we were still using the pail system? Wouldn't it be better to call it the lavatory?" The pureblooded woman frowned at the girl.

"Miss. Granger, correct?" The fifteen year old nodded. "You best pick up on our slang if you wish to have a good job. In fact, you best forget everything you know from the Muggle World. It is career suicide."

"Hence why we will be changing that." Harry put in, frowning. The women turned to him. "No more separation. I don't think exposing us will be a good idea, but there are a few things that muggles have done, that Wizards can only dream of. Other countries have started to study intermixing muggle technology and magic, and have succeeded. It is because of bigots like the Malfoys or Tom Riddle that Wizards under the crown cannot move forward."

"Tom Riddle?" Harry stiffened, looking to the side, where he hadn't noticed one Draco Malfoy.

"Blaise, why the hell is Draco Malfoy standing in my Parlor?" Harry growled, turning to his Rain, who held up his hands in mock surrender.

"He came running once Voldemort took over his home." The blond looked at his feet. "I couldn't turn him away if I wanted to, Harry. Where would he go?"

"If you wanted to?"

"Draco and my son have been engaged since they were two and one." Mrs. Zabini supplied. "It was Narcissa's idea to protect Draco from his father's influence. I believe it was a perfect match." Harry gave his Rain a sharp look.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"I get why you didn't tell me. But you should have. I would have understood. I would have even tried to get along with him. You shouldn't have to choose, Blaise." Ron opened his mouth to protest. "Hello, I'm Harry Potter, younger brother to Xanxus of the Varia, and Sky of the Grey Side. It's nice to meet you." Harry held out his hand to the blond, who hesitated.

"I'm active."

"I know."

"I don't want to be scorched again in two days." Harry flinched back, horrified.

"He tried to harmonize with you? Are you healing fine? Have you had Hermione look at you? Hermione, get over here-"

"I'm fine. I'm healing fine." Draco assured, looking away. "I'm sorry."

"Excuse me?"

"I said I'm sorry. I treated you, and yours, like trash. I only really calmed down last year because Blaise was hanging out with you. I knew I was going to marry him, so I never fell in love with anyone else…"

"Until you met Harry." Blaise corrected, tone cold. Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Until I met a little boy, who saw the wonder in everything magic, in a small robe shop in Diagon." Draco correct, glancing at Blaise pleadingly. "But it was just a crush, Blaise. Those feeling never expanded like the ones for my best friend did." Blaise relaxed slightly.

"Well, I made breakfast-" Harry blinked, and half of his guardians were gone. "Follow me."

Harry snickered as Hermione wailed in fear. The girl was being put through the ringer by Lussuria. Harry had kept in shape thanks to Quidditch. The girl currently panting, had only their yearly adventures at Hogwarts.

Luna, his Mist, was currently training on her illusions with the help of Mammon's replacement. Harry was shocked to hear that the Arcobaleno had disappeared on the second day of vacation. However, he trusted they would be fine. Luna was doing surprisingly well, apparently hunting for invisible creatures took a bit of stamina.

Cedric was being put through the ringer by Leviathan, but was doing better than the girls. If only slightly. Leviathan seemed to want to turn him into a powerhouse, like himself. Harry could only walk away, shaking his head.

Blaise was currently the only one that was having any luck in his training. Having been receiving training from his uncle, he was at least giving the Ripper Prince a challenge. Though he was still not a match for the exiled prince.

Draco, who had harmonized with Harry a week later, was getting training from one of the Cloud Officers, was surprisingly frightening in a fight. He was also very clingy, unlike the Clouds that Harry had met so far.

Harry didn't have time to stop and watch them get their butts kicked, however. He needed advice from his brother about their next move. The man had surprisingly been distant in the plans that Harry's team was coming up with, and he didn't understand why.

"Xan? Can we talk?" Harry asked, poking his head in the office. His wine eyed brother looked up from paperwork.

"Little Trash, I'm a bit busy." Harry lowered his head.

"Are you pulling away from me?" The teen winced at how needy his tone was.

But he didn't retract the statement.

"You found me, now you're stuck with me, Little Trash. Why would you think differently?" Harry exhaled.

"Then why are you acting like you're not going to be a part of my life once I fix the Wizarding World?"

"Will I? It seems to be a common problem in the world for those to forget their family." Harry felt his insides go cold.

"You really believe that?" Harry asked hoarsely. The man didn't answer. "You are a complete arse." The door banged so hard against the latch, that it broke.

Harry fumed as he stormed outside. It had been a week since Xanxus had told him those words, and it still pissed him off. He needed some time to himself. So off he stalked with only his sword and wand on his person for protection.

He entered a bar, ordering a scotch.

"Hey kid, aren't you a little young to be here?" The bartender asked, snickering. He froze when a blade was pointed at his throat. "Scotch, correct? Would you like me to start you a tab?" A nearby man snorted as he made his way over.

"Brat's already got a tab."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't you recognize Xanxus?" Harry slapped his face in shame.

The man thought he was his brother.

"My name is Harry. Xanxus would be offended that you mistook me for him." Harry spat. "You're lucky you hadn't said that to my brother, idiot." The man turned red as other laughed. "Do both of us a favor, don't attempt to draw your gun. I can pull my sword up faster than you can shoot. I was trained by Squalo." Harry turned, snatching the glass from the stunned bartender. He hummed as he sipped for a taste, before drinking it in one go. "And yes, I'd like a tab started."

"You're Xanxus' little brother?" Sneered someone from behind Harry. The boy exhaled deeply as he tossed another glass back.

"Yes, I am."

"You're a little runt! I bet the Varia tried to hide you away-" Harry had the man reaching for him pinned in a chicken wing. "Owowowowow! Lemme go!"

"I may be short for my age," snarled Harry, "but I am still your better. I came to relax with a few drinks, not cause a fight. However, if you wish to take a go at me, I'll show you why Xanxus admits I'm his brother!" The man paled, struggling harder.

He whimpered when a loud crack echoed around them.

"Idiot." Harry spat, pushing the sobbing man away. A foul smell entered Harry's nose. "Moron! You disgusting piece of flesh!"

"Ah, sir, please calm down. You may use the back room to clean up, while I take care of this man." The Bartender soothed.

Harry staggered as he walked down the streets. He wasn't too drunk. He could still think clearly. He was in too much danger to loose his baring completely. He was making his way home, having decided that everyone was likely in a panic.

At least, his Guardians would be.

He didn't know if Xanxus actually cared about him. Not after their fight. He wasn't even sure if the man ever cared about him. After all, he knew that having a Sky under your control was a huge politically move. Harry couldn't help but wonder if that was all he was to Xanxus.

Harry paused as his Intuition screamed at him.

"Stupefy!" Harry rolled to the side, just barely missing the spell shot at his head. Mad-Eye Moody, the read Mad-Eye, stood in front of him, with a cavalry of Dumbledore's men.

"That's pathetic. You can't even take me out on your own, huh Moody?" Harry taunted, sword and wand flicking into his hand. "You have no right to be here, so go home!"

"You're coming with us, Potter! It's not safe here!"

"Safe? And where, may I ask, is safe? The Dursleys? With Dumbledore? I've never been safer than I am here!" Green eyes narrowed. "At least I can protect myself in this country, unlike back in England. It's not even the school year. Dumbledore has no say in my life, only Xanxus does. He is both my guardian in the muggle world, and the wizarding world!" He could see his words affecting a few people. "Stay where I'm able to defend myself, or go back to a place where expectations say that I'm an innocent little school boy who knows nothing of abuse?" He spat.

He took a step back when Moody moved forward. "Come any closer, and I will cut your fake leg in half, Moody. I am under the protection of the Varia and the newest Vongola Decimo. Tell me, who is likely to protect me? My family, who loves me, or an old man who has a whole country looking up to him."

"Oi, order of the flaming chicken, get out of Italy!" Harry didn't even blink when Blaise came flying out of nowhere in front of him. His Blue Knight gave a shark like grin. "You are on a lot of people's shit list along with Tom Riddle and his Dork Munchers!" Harry cracked a smile.

"Mr. Zabini?" Severus Snape announce his presence. "What are you doing here? Where is Mr. Malfoy?" The man seemed panicked.

"I'm protecting my Ruling Aspect. You have no right to be here. Get lost before someone you don't want to meet shows up." Blaise warned as the rest of Harry's guardians walked out from the shadows, along with the Weasley boys. Every single one of them had their wands draw.

"You call this protection? He was out getting drunk!" Mrs. Weasley snarled. "Ronald, Fred, George, get over here this instant! You told me you were visiting Charlie!" Harry gave his friend a sharp look.

"What? We're of age, and paid for the Port-Key. The only pull she has is over Ron." The twins shrugged.

"We will speak of this later." Harry warned, before facing the order once more. "I cannot stop you from forcing Ron away from here. However, I will not allow you to take your anger out on him either. He is my best friend, and is currently being taught how to defend himself. Voldemort is back. Tom Riddle will not care if it is a child. Especially not if it's a blood traitor. So tell me, how will you protect him? By locking him away in a tower, guarded as if he were a princess?" The woman slowly turned red. "I thought you loved me. That you wanted me happy, not abused. You even told me that you wanted to take me away from the Dursleys. Instead, when you spoke to Dumbledore, he convinced you that an abusive home is better than an orphanage, or your home." The color pooling in Molly's face faded into white as his words hit home.

"None of you have more right to me, than my brother. He is tempted to pull me completely from Hogwarts, and send me to school here. I want to finish my education at my parent's school. If any of you force me to leave my brother, I will never, ever, return to the British Isles again. I won't help with the war." Harry turned his back to the group. "And I won't help with Voldemort."

"HARRY!" Luna tackled him as an electric blue curse flew over them. They turned in time to see Snape taking out the member that had attacked him. "You dare harm my Sky? My King? You'll rue the day you were born if you think you can get away with trying a second time. Leave, before I send you to your personal Hell!"

"Luna, enough." Harry placed a hand on her head as he faced the group. "Knights, to me." The teen did as order, all touching him. "Luna, now." The girl nodded sharply, activating the Port-Key around her neck. "Good luck locating headquarters, and getting through our guards." Harry taunted just before they were whisked away. "So, you guys are the best…?"

"IDIOT!" Draco screamed, whacking him upon the head. "Don't ever scare us like that again! If we hadn't found you just as they attacked, what do you think would have happened? There were too many for you to take out on your own!"

"Sorry I worried you guys." Draco sniffed.

"So, I'm not explaining to Xanxus what just happened." Hermione smirked as the others stiffened. She and Luna darted off, crackling.

"Explain what to me?" Harry slowly turned.

"Well, you see, funny story?"

Xanxus was not pleased.