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. The first five chapters have been edited and are longer. Gay Pairing is Draise. Or is it Blaco? Either way it is Draco and Blaise.

Also, I borrowed my cousin's laptop, so I should be able to update more quickly! Thanks cuz, even if you never see this!

To some that review constantly: I have an AN at the end for you!

Harry's Guardians (Let me know if this a good idea, I'll fix it in the other chapters):

Hermione Granger = Yellow (May change to Citrine) = Sun

Blaise Zabini = Blue (May change to Sapphire) = Rain

Draco Malfoy = Introvert Lilac (May change to Charoite) = Introvert Cloud

Luna Lovegood = Introvert Indigo (May change to Chalcedony) = Introvert Mist

Cedric Diggory = Green (May change to Emerald) = Lightning

That leaves Storm (Red), and I already have plans for his Storm.

Word Count: 3,258

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

Arc Two:

Chapter Two

Harry hesitated, glancing around the shop once more. The owner, a goblin with a nasty sneer, was watching him closely. Blaise was already paying for his war hammer, while Draco was looking at an impressive set of knives with Hermione. Luna had drifted to the wires, while Ron was looking at the spears.

Harry didn't know what to go to.

Finally, his gaze landed on a sword behind the counter. It looked similar to the one he had pulled from the Sorting Hat in second year. Only, it was silver, steel, and emeralds. A set of snakes were carved upon the blade, each with an emerald eye. He blinked, and realized the snakes were moving.

$The child stares, brother.$ One hissed. $Is he the one?$

$You know only Slytherin's heir can handle us. Do not get your hopes up, brother.$

"Excuse me, may I get a closer look at that blade, Master of Weapons?" The goblin frowned, looking at the blade in question.

"Slytherin's Saber is forbidden from being sold but only to the one that is his heir."

$I see. He is interested in us.$ The calmer snake mused.

"I understand. However, it is the only one I've been drawn to outside of the sword of Gryffindor." The goblin froze.

"You found the sword? That sword belongs to the Goblin Nation! Where is it?"

"Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's control. I will gladly pay the fees for both swords upon getting it back. However, I need to see that one." The goblin sneered, but carefully lifted the blade by the scabbard. $Hello. Is there a test I must do to become your wielder?$ The goblin's eyes widened as Harry's guardians and friends looked over finally.

$A speaker? Maybe you are worthy. Tell me, who were your parents, boy?$

$James Potter and Lily Evans.$

$Evans says you? You do have the green eyes of an Evans. I believe you some on the Potter line with that hair. However, do you have the magicks?$ Harry allowed his flames to flare within his eyes. $Hmm.$

$Brother?$

$Feed your flames into the hilt, boy.$ Harry hesitated, but did as asked. His friends went to stop him. However, a bright light forced them to a halt.

$You are an Evan's child.$ The calm snake mused. $You may wield us, mortal.$ Harry grinned, grabbing the hilt. The teen was forced to catch a second blade that materialized.

"I'd like to purchase this blade." The goblin shook himself, and rang up the tally for all of the people present. Harry wrote a check that Mammon insisted that he got before the summer ended last year. "Thank you." Harry bowed gently before ushering his friends back out into Italy.

Harry yawned as he left practice beside Ron. The two were making leaps and bounds in swordplay. The teens stopped as they heard raised voices from Xanxus' office.

"You are unfit to be that child's guardian!" Ron paled, giving his best friend an apologetic look. Harry shrugged, before kicking the door in.

It got the desired effect of having all eyes on him.

"What right," he started, "do you have to say that to my brother?" Molly and Arthur Weasley flinched at his next words. "Would you rather me raised by Petunia Dursley nee Evans, who abused me, and told me I were a freak? You promised I never had to go back there. Only Xanxus has kept that promise." Harry felt himself shaking as he stared down his best friend's parents. "So tell me, what right do you have to say that to my brother?"

"Harry, he's a bad influence-"

"I rather learn how to defend myself than lay down and take death." Harry spat, cutting Molly off. "That is what your precious Dumbledore is planning. I'm not stupid. I know when someone wants me dead."

"Th-that can't be right-"

"It can't? Who left me with magic hating muggles, despite protests? Who left my godfather to rot in Azkaban, when he was there for the switch of secret keepers? Who hired a professor with Voldemort sticking out of his head? Who allowed a fake to teach us defense? Who," Harry started, glaring at the sobbing woman, "who told me how the mirror worked? Who ignored Tom Riddle, the man that would become Voldemort? Who discriminates against Slytherins, despite his own brother being one? Who killed his own sister? WHO DATED GRINDELWALD?"

"What?" Arthur was staring horrified at Harry. "Surely that isn't true."

"Heard it myself from Grindelwald's aunt." Harry returned, glowering. "So tell me, who am I safer with, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? A man who sees me as a sacrificial pawn, or with a man who sees me as a brother?"

"A brother that lets his underage sibling go drinking alone?" Molly tried. Harry and Xanxus snorted as one.

"So what? It wasn't like I couldn't think. I defended myself against you lot, didn't I? My brother wouldn't have let me leave without a detail, anyways. They were hiding in the shadows. Waiting to see if my guardians, my Knights, could handle the situation. I think we did great."

"You're a child-"

"A child that's been let down again and again by the adults around him." Harry corrected. "I can't ever trust you again, because you broke your promise."

"Mate, I think they understand."

"I don't think they do, Ron. Because they expect me to leave with them. They want me to be a perfect little slaughter lamb, just like Dumbledore." Molly shook her head, wailing into her hands now. Arthur looked stricken.

"Little Trash, stop trying to channel me." Xanxus rolled his eyes. "No one can force you from me. Only you can choose to walk away." Harry spun to face him with a scowl.

"Which I wouldn't do! You're my big brother! Get that thought out of your head, Xanxus! We are family. Family matters to me!" Harry turned to the Weasleys. "Stop seeing me as a child, because I've faced Voldemort too many times, and survived. That's what it means to be a survivor. To survive your tormentors. I won't be a victim."

"Harry, we just want to know if you're happy here." Arthur sighed, calming his wife.

"I am." Xanxus looked at his younger brother in surprise. "I'm fed, I have people who care about me, and no one hits me outside of training."

"Training?"

"I'm going to face Voldemort again. I have to. I swore to a blood war against him." Molly gasped, while Arthur paled. "I pledged to destroy him for his misdeeds."

"Mum, dad, I refuse to leave Harry's side. I may be inactive, but I'm just as good as any of his Knights."

"Inactive?" Molly had finally stopped crying, and was frowning at her son. "Inactive how?"

"He means his aspect isn't awakened." Harry supplied, shrugging.

"That's not true." Arthur shook his head. "Didn't the twins tell you? Everyone in our family is active." Harry and Ron shared confused looks.

"But I've never used flames before."

"Ron, you used your flames when Fred and George changed your teddy bear into a spider. Weasleys are born active. Either strong Red Aspects, or Blue Aspects. Your brothers are Blues. You were the first Red born since your great uncle! The only one who hasn't been born with their Aspect was Ginny. She was born so small…"

Then why don't I remember that? I didn't use my flames when we went to confront Voldemort," Ron ignored his parents' flinches, "in first year, or third year when the dementors attacked? Harry did."

"Little Trash, go get the annoying Sun Trash." Xanxus had a glint in his eyes. Harry nodded, rushing to find Lussuria.

"Well, he's got a seal placed on him, but a burst of powerful Sky Flames should remove it. Why don't you give it a try, Harry?" Lussuria asked an hour later. Molly was coddling her son as her husband shook in rage.

"It won't hurt him?"

"Not at all." The Sun chuckled. "The worst that will happen, is you Harmonizing with him." Harry grinned, facing his friend. "However," Lussuria also faced the redhead, "to unseal and Harmonize with Harry means no backing out of this. You'll be connected for the rest of your lives."

"I know. It'll be worth it." Ron grinned sheepishly. "It'll fill the void I feel, won't it?" Lussuria nodded, smiling back softly.

"That's your Aspect searching for your Sky." The man explained, patting the boy's hand. "Go ahead, Harry. Molly, was it? Would you like to help me in the kitchen? I believe both would enjoy a cup of tea." Harry made a face.

"I'll take coffee, thanks. Squalo's insane regiment has us up by three in the morning and works us well past lunch."

"Of course, darling. Ronald, would you like anything different?"

"Tea's okay."

"Little Trash, you'll want to feed him your flames, slowly, over his forehead, through your finger." Xanxus warned, nursing a glass of whiskey. Arthur was sipping at his own.

"Such a mild flavor." The man commented, catching the feral man's attention.

"Mild? This is the strongest Whiskey on the market!"

"Maybe in the muggle world."

As the adults fell into a discussion about alcohol, Harry lit up his pointer finger with his flames, a soft glow encasing his eyes. He and Ron shared a nervous look, before the smaller boy did as his brother instructed. Small licks of his flames ate away at Ron's seal, which became visible upon coming in contact with the Wrath Flames.

Harry would recognize the flames his were eating at anywhere. Dumbledore would have much to answer for. The old man would regret messing with Harry's friends.

But his main focus was the Storm currently moaning softly in pain. He calmed his flames, and the redhead stopped struggling. The moment the seal snapped, both boys grinned at each other, even as sweat pouring down their faces.

The bond had instantly snapped into place.

"Welcome to the family, Redheaded Trash. Little Trash, leave the Weird Trash and I alone now." Xanxus dismissed. Both teens nodded, rushing to the kitchen where their hot drinks awaited.

Hermione blinked, glancing around the dinning hall, before turning to her Sky. A frown marred her face, a question clear as day on it. Her brows scrunched together, and her nose wrinkled.

"Harry, why is there an invasion of Weasleys in HQ?"

"Well, a few words were said, and to make up for it, I invited them to stay for a few days before they went home. Seeing as they have to wait for the next international Port-Key I caused them to miss. So I sent Dobby over to get Ginny, and Bill because he was still visiting, and Percy decided to tag along for a final meal with his family before he and Penelope moved in together."

"I see." The girl deflated. "That means you didn't cook, doesn't it?"

"You cook? But that's a woman's job!" Ginny yelled, surprising the two. Harry and Hermione shared a confused look.

"It is? But my father cooks, my mother can't. Neither can I. The last attempt I made, it came alive." Hermione blushed, scratching her cheek.

"And you were worried about my cooking?" Harry questioned, incredulously.

"Well, yes, but-"

"Anyways, I did make dessert." The girl brightened. "And Ginny, I happen to love cooking. It's relaxing, and I get to enjoy people tasting my hard work." The girl slowly turned red. "It's not just a girl's job. In fact, it used to be only males that cooked when it came to pubs, and castle fare."

"I like your cooking, Harry. It's the best I've ever had." Luna piped in. Harry blushed slightly. Ginny practically had steam coming from her ears.

"But what am I supposed to do once we get married?" It was Harry's turn to frown.

"Ginny, that would be like incest to me. You look too much like my mother, and I see you as a little sister. It wouldn't work out between us."

"But He said-" She cut herself off, paling. Within seconds she was gone from the room. Harry frowned.

"Luss, will you go scan her Flames?"

"Harry, she isn't active-" Arthur started, but Hermione and Lussuria rushed to follow Harry's directions. "Harry, she isn't active."

"I think she is. Or at least, partially. I think her first year affected her at a deeper level than we realised." Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Voldemort nearly killed her, and did so by sucking out her life force. Either way, she had to be scorched." The adult shared horrified looks. No one touched their foods until the Suns and youngest Weasley returned. Not even Ron.

"You were right, Harry." Hermione murmured, placing Ginny beside her, her hand glowing from her flames as she fed them to the girl. "Active Introvert Yellow." Harry nodded, looking at the sulking girl closely. "She's going to be fine."

"Are you sure?" Molly fretted, staring worriedly at her youngest children. "Both my babies have been hurt-"

"Under Dumbledore." Harry added.

"-at Hogwarts, Arthur, maybe we should home school them…"

"Molly, don't be ridiculous. They have Harry there to protect them." Harry coughed to hide his laugh.

"Oh dear. That sounded horrible, Harry! Maybe you should go lay down." Molly gasped, moving to stand.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley! I just swallowed wrong."

"Well, if your sure…" The Weasley men shot him a glare, as no one had touched their food yet. "We need to have a serious talk with you, alone, Xanxus dear." Xanxus' eye twitched. Harry snickered at his misfortune.

"Anything you have to say can be said here." The man growled. The woman stiffened.

"I don't think the children-"

"Does it involve the Little Trash?" The woman frowned in confusion. "My brat of a brother. Does it involve him?" She slowly nodded, frown deepening.

"You call him trash?"

"He calls everyone trash, darling." Lussuria soothed. "Little Trash is affectionate. If it was just trash, trust me, Harry wouldn't be here."

"I see. Anyways, I don't want my son-"

"He's one of Little Trash's Guardians. The only one you have any say over is your youngest Trash." The woman glared at him for that.

"Ronald is still underage-"

"And will be in the thick of things, right along with Harry." Hermione abolished the woman's reasoning. "We will just inform him as soon as we learn what it is. Again, you only have any say over Ginny."

"Mum-"

"Ginny, no. Percy, do you mind going to sit with her in the study once we finish eating?" The glasses wearing man nodded, and his sister pouted. "Now!" Molly clapped, and the food instantly heated back up. "Our food was getting cold!"

"Was that wandless magic?" Harry asked as they started to eat. Molly nodded.

"Simple things, such as warming charms, and a tempus, can be learned by anyone."

"Can you teach me?"

"Of course, Harry dear!"

"Now, what news do you have?" Xanxus asked once Ginny and Percy were safely in the study.

"Voldemort has returned, and he is furious. Severus was sent back to the Order horribly injured. So badly so that Poppy nearly couldn't save him." A gasp from Draco had attention on him. "Are you alright, dear?"

"He's okay, right? Sev's my godfather!" She nodded, a soft look in her eyes.

"Yes, between Poppy, Bill, and I, he should make a full recovery. Now, Voldemort is after something in the ministry," Harry sat straighter, "that Albus won't say what it is."

"It's in the Department of Mysteries." Harry spoke up, getting confused looks. "When Voldemort scorched me as a baby, he left a link between the two of us." He licked his lips. "He was punishing Yaxley for failing to retrieve it."

"The Department of Mysteries? Are you certain?" Arthur demanded, sitting straight. Harry nodded. "It may be a prophecy, or a weapon, then." Draco frowned.

"It would have to be a prophecy. Only those they are made about can remove them. It's a failsafe." Eyes turned to him, making pale cheek flush. "I wanted to become an Unspeakable, so father had Yaxley tell me all that they did."

"Do you know how to get in?"

"No, but you can request a trusted Unspeakable to take you down there to retrieve it."

"But I don't know any."

"Sure you do." Draco gave Harry a funny look. "Percy is one."

"What?" The whole table shouted.

"Our stuck up brother is something as cool as an Unspeakable?" The twins yelled.

"No way! He's too uptight!" Ron protested.

"Why ever didn't he say?" Molly sulked.

"Why was he filling for Crouch then?" Quizzed Harry.

"That explains a few things." Arthur chuckled.

"Makes sense, he did pull a few pranks that everyone thought was the twins." Bill snickered.

"Quiet, all of you!" Xanxus growled, pinching his nose. "Dragon Trash, explain."

"Well, it's pretty much straight forward. We ask Percy to take Harry to the Hall of Prophecy, so he can retrieve the orb, and once he listens to it, destroy it so Voldemort can't listen to it. It will give us a huge advantage against the enemy."

"But aren't most prophecies self-fulfilling?" Hermione asked softly, frowning. "I remember reading that somewhere."

"Yes. However, it will still be knowledge that we can use. In fact, only hearing parts can cause a prophecy to become active."

"Active?" Bill tiled his head, confusion clear.

"Active." Draco nodded. "Most prophecies never come to pass, because they are never fulfilled."

"You have a lot of random information in your head, don't you?" Ron asked, rubbing his temple. "Remind me to only set you and Hermione on the books. Between the two of us, we should have all the information we need. Harry, you need to hear the prophecy. Hermione, I'm going to need you to be ready to puzzle the thing out. Draco, You're going to want to cozy up to my brother. It's best that you become endeared to the Unspeakables. Luna, please help Hermione, I trust you would understand the mumbo-jumbo that comes from it. Cedric, I don't know what you can do…what are you going to be doing anyways? You can't come back to Hogwarts." Harry sat ramrod. Everyone turned to look at him.

"Cedric, your father has some pull in the Ministry, right?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Of course! Cedric, we need you to get a place in the Ministry. Get eyes in there somehow." Cedric slowly nodded in understanding.

"Sure, I can try. But in return, I want you to look after Cho if danger happens."

"She's your girlfriend, of course we will." Harry waved off.

"Wait, you knew Voldemort was back, and didn't say anything?" Molly demanded.

"Of course I knew. He used my blood earlier this summer to revive his body." Harry scoffed, "or did your precious leader not tell you?"

"He isn't our leader, Harry." Molly looked physically ill. "In fact, we will tell you everything we know. We'll get a two-way mirror and give you everything we learn from the meeting."

"Molly?" Arthur gave his wife a searching look. "He'll be furious if he finds out."

"I don't want to loose Harry's trust again, dear. We failed him once, never again."

Harry felt warmth seep into his being as he watched them. He knew they weren't lying. That they would keep their promise this time.

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