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!

Funny fact, I accidentally deleted the copy of chapter 7 I had on my flash drive. Then again, when you're typing while sick, I guess brain farts happen.

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

Ron Weasley = Red (May change to Ruby) = Storm

Word Count: 3,269

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

Arc Two:

Chapter Three

"Voi! You're pathetic! You're not even trying!" Squalo yelled as Harry panted on the ground.

Ron was on the sidelines, waiting for his turn. Harry was frustrated, as he knew his brother's guardian expected more out of him by now. They only had a month until the teens returned to Hogwarts, and Harry couldn't land one hit on the long haired man.

"Are you even trying? You landed a baby hit on Mammon a year ago. Yet you can't touch me?"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, jumping up, and going on the offense. Squalo cursed, blocking the double blades coming at him from every which way. The practice blades still packed a punch, and were nearly identical to his twin blades.

A whack to the back of Squalo's neck had the man passing out, and Harry smug, but panting.

"Nice Harry." Ron groaned. "He's going to be vicious with me now because you managed to knock him out." Harry just snickered as he left to go to the kitchen for breakfast.

Harry paused as he heard a racket in the kitchen. It sounded like someone was committing murder in there. With a sigh he opened the door. His eyes widened at the decorations.

Happy Birthday banners, balloons, and streamers filled the ceiling. An obviously store bought cake sat on the table, while smoke billowed from the stove and oven.

Harry shook his head, flicking his wand to put the fires out. His guardians, and his brother's Sun, jumped in shock, before guiltily turning to face him. Unknown to him, Xanxus was behind him, also scowling.

"You didn't have to attempt to burn down my space to wish me happy birthday!" They all blushed, looking at the ground. "But thank you for trying." They brightened. "Who wants cake for breakfast?"

Harry placed his sword (as they were melded together at the moment in the scabbard) at his back for easy draw for the twin blades. He wore a green jean jacket, a green leather choker, and thanks to Lussuria, a pair of contacts. His now long black hair was braided down his back, and he wore black jeans that matched his black shirt under his jacket. He also wore black and green combat boots made from dragon hide.

"Harry, are you ready to go?" Hermione poked her head in the room.

She had also changed since she began studying under Lussuria. Her brown hair was now cut where the left side of her head was shaved, with a sun rising (or setting depending on if your optimistic or pessimistic) carved into the short shave, and colored yellow, while the rest of her hair was pulled back into a straighten ponytail. Her teeth had been fixed, and her complexion was flawless. She wore a bright yellow cashmere long sleeve shirt, a soft looking white shirt, and strappy white and yellow sandals. Her wand stuck out from her ponytail, with a dummy next to it, so it appeared to be a set of chopsticks. Harry also knew that a sharp set of throwing knives lay under her sleeves.

"Yeah. Is the Port-Key to the Leaky Cauldron ready?" The girl nodded, falling into step with him as they started to walk. "Dobby had no trouble grabbing our trunks and pets?"

"None at all." Hermione assured. "And Cedric has settled into his job as an Auror nicely."

"Good." Harry frowned, "but I'm not happy about his choice."

"Yes, well, it was all his grades would allow him." They entered the entrance hall where everyone was waiting around a tattered old book.

Blaise was holding a pale Draco's hand tightly. He was wearing a dark blue outfit similar to his Sky's, as were all the males, just with colors that matched their Flames, while Luna wore a dress that was bright purple.

"Everyone ready?" Luna smiled dreamily as she drifted over to link arms with Harry and Hermione.

"Do you mind, Harry?" She asked softly. "I don't care for Port-keys very much."

"Of course I don't mind, Luna." Harry blushed, before facing his brother. "Xanxus, I'm coming for Christmas this year. Don't do anything stupid." Harry gave an impish grin as he ducked the glass lobbed at his head. The six teens grabbed a hold of the transportation item. "Ciao!"

The group managed to stay upright as they landed in the Port-Key room of the Leaky Cauldron. Harry spotted a black dog and grinned at it. The group followed him to Remus, who shook his head.

"Padfoot insisted that he greeted you."

"It's fine, Remus. Thanks for driving us to the station." The werewolf just smiled. They climbed into the van the older wizard had to get in order to drive them all to the train station.

Harry stared closely at the woman seated up at the Head table. She wore too much pink, and looked like a toad of all things. A glance at Luna revealed the girl giving curious looks as well. They shared a grin, both wondering the same thing.

Was she descended from the Frog People?

"Welcome new students, and welcome back old ones!" Dumbledore began his speech. Harry tuned him out, searching for what his intuition was screaming against.

"Ahem." Harry's head shot towards her, watching wide eyed as she interrupted the old man. "Thank you Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome." Harry listened as she went on to tell that the ministry was planning on interfering with their education, and that any insurgence would be met with discipline. He also noted a large number of people glaring his way.

What did he do to piss them all off already? He hadn't even been in the school for more than three hours. Everyone seemed happy to him when he won the Triwizard. So why were they all glaring at him?

"Me mum didn't want me to come back this year." Seamus muttered an hour later in the quiet of the dorms. Harry blinked, tilting his head.

"Why not?" He and Ron shared confused looks.

"Well, because of you."

"Me?"

"You and the Headmaster." Seamus nodded, glaring at Harry. "Thinks you're both crazy because of the Daily Prophet."

"Huh?" Harry frowned, eyes narrowing. "But I haven't talked to any of the news papers. I haven't even been in England for months! What could I have done to piss your mum off?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact you're claiming You-Know-Who is back?" Harry reared back as if slapped.

"I'm doing what now? I claimed no such thing!"

"Yeah, who are you getting this crock from, Seamus? Harry's been training with his brother to take down-" Ron cut himself off. "Anyways, we've been in Italy."

"Take down who? You-know-who?" Seamus sneered. "Dumbledore-"

"Is a crock-pot old fool, who is going to die a painful death." Harry spat, glaring at the Irishman. "I do not stand next to Dumbledore. I haven't talked to the old fool since he demanded to know what happened during the third task, which I told him to shove it up his arse. He's a cruel man, who thinks me his pawn. I refuse to be his game piece. Tell your mum that. Tell her that he left me with abusive relatives. That I nearly became an Obscurical because of him. You tell her, that I am Active, and the old goat is going to learn he messed with the wrong Aspect!"

"Active?" Neville perked up, eyes wide. "You have them too?" Harry looked at his friend, nodding. "Green."

"Orange, mixed with Red." Harry stared at Neville. "You've been Active since your great uncle dropped you from the window, haven't you." The nervous boy nodded. "Stay away from Dumbledore. He'll Scorch you."

"What're you guys talkin bout?" Seamus demanded angrily. "Green, Orange, Red, Scorched, Active? Stop talking in code!"

"If your mum didn't tell you, then you don't need to know what it means, Seamus. Trust me, you don't want to know what the words mean." Harry patted the boy's shoulder with a heavy look on his face. "It's exhausting. It's better to be Inactive, or Latent, then being Active. You're Latent, but that's okay. You have no reason to Awaken." Harry turned to Ron. "I'm going to take a shower. Let Mione know what is going on."

"Yeah, sure."

Xanxus

Shit is going so wrong. We've a new "Professor" for defense, who won't teach us a thing, all because the old white bumblebee messed up. She has it out for me, because Dumbledork used me in his plots (once again) by saying I said that I saw Voldemort rise again. Any word on where Mammon is yet, because I want to sue him, the ministry, and the Daily Prophet. In fact, you should sue them for writing about me without your permission! I'm making a statement to the Quibbler about what's going on (without admitting that Flight From Death and his Death Munchies are back). I'm not going to play by his game.

Any way I can get a Box Animal like Tsuna-niisan has? I think having one will help keep the morons off my back. I'm five seconds from showing people what I did to the Death Munchies that attacked Hermione. This is ridiculous. No one believes me when I say that I never said that to Dumbledork.

Other than that, I've been studying like hell. Tell Squalo that I am so going to kick his ass the next time I see him. Also, ask Bel what country he came from, I'm pretty sure I just overheard someone say his brother is alive. Don't tell him that. We don't need him having an identity crisis right now. I may need him(and the rest of you) against Voldemort, and Dumbledore.

Your Brother

Harry

Xanxus swore, looking up from the letter at the Sun that had delivered it. The other man lifted an eye brow, crossing his arms. The Sky groaned, rubbing his face.

"Get the Bratty Trash on the phone. I need Mammon, and only he knows where Reborn and them are. I'm going to kill Little Trash!" Lussuria snickered. "Also, I need to find out where Royal Trash is from."

"Bel? Whatever for? He's never going back." Xanxus just handed the letter over. "We best burn this." The Sky opened a new bottle of Whiskey, and drained the thing in one go.

Little Trash, you like making my life hard, don't you? Mammon is handling suing the papers, and we've read the articles that caused this. We'll own the fucking paper before Mammon is done. Magical Prussia is Royal Trash is from. Why did you bring that up? He has to know if his brother is alive. What the hell are you doing there? Are you making your move now? I thought you wanted to wait until you finished your schooling! Also, stop causing shit to go topside! - Xanxus

Harry snickered, before sulking. His thoughts turned to Belphegor, who was one of his friends. The prince was strange, but most in the Mafia were. Yet they still were friends. He prayed that he could figure out how his friend's brother had survived before telling the older teen he was alive.

"Harry, are you ready?" Luna smiled at the boy while Rita stared hungrily at the teens. Harry blushed as he looked up from his letter that Hedwig had just delivered.

"Yes."

"Okay, you organized this meeting, Harry! Tell me, why did you wish to speak to me?"

"Because I'm being slandered for no reason. If anyone had gone looking, I haven't been in England since school let out. I live in Italy now, with my brother. I haven't spoken to anyone about what happened during the Third Task, and yet everyone believes I told Dumbledore that I said Voldemort is back." The woman flinched in horror. "Oh grow up. Unless tabooed a name cannot harm you. Voldemort isn't tabooed."

"Yes, well, moving on. Tell me, why do you think Dumbledore is using you?" The bug like woman asked.

"Because he said that I told him Voldemort is back. I've not told anyone from England anything of what happened during the third task until today. I was kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew, an illegal rat animagus, that attempted to use my blood to rise the Dark Lord. I got away, grabbed the Port-Key, and fled." The woman's eyes widened.

"Peter Pettigrew is alive?"

"He is. In fact, that is another reason I called you here. Minister Fudge doesn't know this, but Crouch sent Sirius Black to Azkaban. It is Illegal to send a Lord, or an Heir, of an Ancient and Noble House to prison without a trail for longer than half a year. My godfather spent twelve years in that place."

"Are you saying that you know where Sirius Black is?"

"No. I haven't talked to him since he showed up to tell me to be careful of Dumbledore this year before school started. That was in Italy. As you know, Dementors are not allowed on Italian soil."

"Why ever not?"

"Do you know why no one can give birth at Azkaban? Bellatrix Lestrange was pregnant going in. Her child died during childbirth, due to the fact that a baby's soul is so pure, that a Dementor will gobble them up so fast, and angrily, that the guards can't even force them back with a Patronus. The Italians have discovered that exposure to Dementors also cause babies to be born deformed, such as facial misconstruction, bodily misshape, and a lack of a magical core. Which they also know no being can survive without." Harry shook his head when Rita Skeeter opened her mouth. "Excuse me, I deviated from the topic. Point is, my godfather said he was leaving as soon as he delivered his message. I believed him."

"You're saying that Sirius Black didn't kill twelve muggles?"

"That's right. Peter Pettigrew did. I found my parent's diaries. I will gladly hand them over. Dumbledore helped switch the Secret Keeper to Pettigrew right before Voldemort found out where our location is. That Halloween, the man showed up, and you know what happened. When Hagrid wouldn't let my godfather take me home with him, he decided that it was best to let the so called leader of the Light send me where he thought best, until he could catch the traitor.

"See, Sirius figured he would be able to pick me up, and give me a home. He didn't know what Dumbledore had planned until it was too late. Why would Dumbledore, who knew Sirius was innocent, let a man rot in that Hell on Earth for years, if he didn't want me left with ABUSIVE relatives? I could kill them, and it wouldn't be deemed kin slaying by magicks. They never saw me as family, and that has never been my home. In fact, I would toss them into Azkaban if I could, but as they are muggles, that was deemed cruel and injustice. I have to make due with the muggle prisons."

"Abusive, in what way?"

"As in he's damned lucky I didn't turn into another Credence Barebone." The woman jerked back in horror.

Anyone who was anyone, knew the name of the last known Obscurial.

"No!"

"They told me I was a freak, and that they would stomp the freakiness out of me. So yes, they were as bad as Mary Lou Barebone." Harry growled, defensive. "And everyone knew, but everyone was either afraid of what would happen, or on the Dursleys side."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the idiots either believed that I was a street punk, I was six the first time they met me, or that they would be forced to go far, far away, like the few that attempted to help me in any way." Rita shivered.

"I see. I'm sorry that you had to go through such hard times. Why does he claim that you told him You-Know-Who is back?"

"Because he wants a pawn. He is trying to force me to think he is my only option in allies against any Death Eater. Why would I trust the man who left me to abuse time and again? Why would I trust a man that left me to the dogs last year? Why would I trust a man, who is using my name to gain propaganda?" Harry hid his smirk. "Why would I trust the man, who was the lover of Grindelwald?"

"What?" Rita's eyes couldn't go any wider, but her voice could get higher.

"That's right. He was the lover of the man who started the first war we've seen since the Goblin Wars."

"What proof do you have?"

"Just ask Bathilda Bagshot. She knows the whole story, including the fact that Dumbledore is responsible for the death of Ariana Dumbledore." Harry finished his mug of warm Butterbeer. "I believe you have all you need to write a good article. Luna and I have places to be."

"Ooh? Are you on a date?" Harry blushed when Luna nodded.

"He promised to help me buy a few things before going to lunch with me!"

"Well, you're one lucky little witch, aren't you?" Harry shook his head, pulling Luna away from the table and out onto the streets.

"Must you feed to the rumors?"

"Rumors? It's the truth. You are accompanying me to buy a few things, as well as treating me to lunch. That is a typical date. Didn't you know?" Harry blushed.

"You want to be my girlfriend?"

"Harry, I'm already a girl, and your friend."

"You're different than Hermione."

"Well, of course I am. You want to kiss me, unlike Hermione." The blonde laughed, patting Harry inflamed cheek. "Shall we go get those books now?" Harry stopped, holding Luna from moving forward. "Harry?"

"Would you let me?"

"Let you what?" The girl tilted her head.

"Kiss you. Would you let me kiss you?" The girl laughed, a musical sound, that gained other's attention.

"You needn't ask. Just make sure the mood is right!" With that, she dragged him to the bookstore.

Quick shout out for Nero1493:

"I'm glad I was able to bring some laughter into your life at this trying time. Your review brought tears to my eyes. Stay strong, may the God (dess(s) depending on what your believe in) watch over you, and give you strength to get through your ordeal. I know I will be praying for you!"