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.

So, a few reviewers pointed out a few mistakes, I will get to them as soon as I finish the second arc. I hope to have this finished before the year ends. I don't want to drag it out too much for you guys.

Harry's Guardians (Let me know if this a good idea, I'll fix it in the other chapters. Someone has suggested that I keep calling them by plan color names, and change the official name like in a big blow out I'm suspecting):

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

So, there is a line almost at the end of the story, that made me go: "OOOH!" I didn't even noticed that I made that Acronym until I was going through the dialogue to double check I wanted it. Wonder how many of you will catch it too? - 2/04/2018

Okay, this is the latest chapter. I still have my cousin's laptop, but I'm likely not going to be able to update for a month or so after this. Things have happened, and it's affected me quite harshly. If you want the full story, I will explain in the bottom notes. - 2/15/2018

Word Count: 2,740 (It's actually very short, and I apologize that this is mostly one big Author's Note. I hope you can all forgive me on why it's late and so pathetic compared to the rest.)

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

Arc Two:

Chapter Four

Harry dodged around people, pulling Luna behind him. The two were running late for their meeting with the rest of his knights, and Harry was livid with Ravenclaws.

The Ravenclaws were supposed to be scholars. The ones that searched for every last detail. They were supposed to use their brains before they took action.

Instead they were being worse than the gossips in Hufflepuff. Cho and her friends could only protect Luna so much. Luna had been cornered on the way to meet with Harry for a walk when a group tried to attack her. They now had antlers and rabbit ears.

"Ahem!" A nasty voice simpered at them. "Mr. Potter, Miss Lovegood, detention for running in the hallways." Harry shot her a glare.

"Go to hell, Toad. I am not dealing with anyone but my friends right now. If you even try to interfere, well, you'll get to meet my brother. Who is still collecting collateral from the ministry." The woman started to turn red. "Besides, I'm not running, I'm speed walking so I don't have to deal with people like you."

"Three weeks detention!" Other students paused to watch the scene.

"Go to hell. I'm never stepping foot in your class again, neither is Luna, or my other friends. That means you are no longer my teacher. So long as we can pass our end of year tests, well, we can do whatever the Hell we want!" Harry dragged Luna away, down a different hall. "Sorry I brought her attention onto you."

"She already hates me. Since the Quibbler published Skeeter's article, that is." The two entered the ROR. "Hello everyone."

Harry yawned as he entered the Great Hall. He froze when he noticed a wand pointed between his eyes. Following the length of the arm and wand, he was shocked to see it was an Auror.

"May I help you, sir?"

"Harry Potter, you are under arrest for aiding and abating the criminal Sirius Black." Harry's eyes narrowed.

"I not going anywhere with you. You have no proof I'm aiding him. The last I saw of him, he had been in Italy, where his name is cleared of all charges."

"Yeah right kid."

"I am not going anywhere with a Death Eater." The hall that had been silent went up in an uproar. "I don't know what you want, but I won't do it. Leave me alone."

"I am not a Death Eater!" The man growled. Harry lifted a brow before lashing out with wandless magic to cut of his sleeves.

The black serpent and skull were unmistakable.

"Bye-bye, Rockwood." His partner slapped him with magic suppressing cuffs.

"My apologies, Mr. Potter. We will do a full sweep of the Auror division." The man bowed deeply, his bald, dark, head glistening in the candle light.

"I'd use Vertiserum to question him, to see who is in on whatever their plans are." The man nodded.

"Of course." People whispered as the man left, dragging a protesting prisoner off with him. Harry caught sight of a furious Umbridge, and saluted.

"Come on guys, let's go study."

Harry nervously lead Luna to a small, friendly, restaurant. It was filled to the brim with muggle mythology. He figured she'd love it. After all, she loved all sorts of creatures.

He tried to focus on her, and her outfit. A gentle purple dress, thick enough to wear without warming charms. It had a darker purple fluff around the cuffs, and a pair of matching boots adorn her feet.

He, himself, was dressed for the chilly weather. He wore a red-orange jumper, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of brown snow boots, as the snow was slowly piling up. His glasses had been replaced by contacts (thanks to Lussuria, of course) that he rarely used.

He opened the door to lead her in.

"Oh Harry, it's wonderful!" The blonde gasped as he held out a seat for her. "You didn't have to go out of your way for our date-"

"Luna, it's fine. I found this place when I was fourteen. I thought you'd like it." Harry shrugged as the waiter came over with Wizarding menus. "Pick whatever you like." She blinked, looking at the choices.

"Harry, there isn't a price listed." The witch said softly.

"It doesn't matter."

"Harry, how expensive is this place."

"Luna, it doesn't matter. I'm the last Potter, with too much money to know what to do with. We could eat here every day for the rest of our lives, and I would still have enough for five more generations." Her eyes widened. "Now, please order whatever you wish."

"Okay." Harry watched as she scoured the menu, smiling.

He knew she was looking for a vegan meal.

"Harry?"

"Yes, Luna?"

"This only has vegan meals."

"I know."

"You like meat."

"Yes, but I have no problem eating my fruits and vegetables. I happen to like them just as much as I like meat. So eating here is no trouble for me. I'm an omnivore through and through." A smile flitted across her face.

"You're too sweet. What did I do to deserve you?" Harry chuckled.

"I think it's the other way around. Luna, I love you for being who you are. You've never judge me, and you see me for me." Harry lowered his face. "You see just Harry."

"Of course I see Harry. It's who you are. A kind, loyal, brave friend, who would do anything to protect those he loves. If you were not a Sky, one would think you a Lightning or Storm. Yes, you can be rash, but you do so out of love." The girl laid a hand on his. "And I'm falling in love with that person." Harry blushed.

"I see you for being just Luna too, you know. You're sweet, kind, and brilliant. You can keep Hermione on her toes, make Ron behave, cause Draco to be nice, bring out the possessive side of Blaise, bring out the big brother of Cedric, and you make me want to do better. I want to change the way the world sees everything. I want them to realise that different isn't bad. You make me want to be me.

During his speech, Harry had turned his hand over to lace fingers with Luna's. As he finished talking, he brought the girl's slight hand to his mouth for a gentle peck. A flush appeared on her face, and her purple-silver eyes were clear for once.

"I love you, Luna. No matter what, I love you for being just who you are." The girl smiled gently back. "I've never wanted to be alone with you, more than I do right now." Her eyes widened.

"Whatever for?"

"Because I want to kiss you. Xanxus would kill me if he caught me tarnishing your image. He likes you, you know. Says that you'd make a good sister."

"I believe I would like him as a brother." The two smiled at each other before ordering.

They spent the next few hours talking about random things. Laughter filled their corner of the room, causing the staff to share smiles. Especially the Host.

He hadn't seen a pair so happy since the boy's very parents had entered his establishment.

"Hello, would you like to take a look at our deserts?" The man questioned as he walked over. Harry blinked, before he nodded. The man chuckled, handing over a single menu, and a photo laid atop of it.

It pictured a young woman, seventeen at the least, accepting a bite of a fruit salad from a young man of the same age. She had red hair, vivid green eyes, and pale skin littered with freckles. He had messy black hair, hazel eyes that hid behind glasses, and tanned skin.

Lily Evans and James Potter were glowing.

"Sir?"

"Keep it, Mr. Potter. I know what it is like to be alone in the world."

Harry glanced at his friends in horror as he read the latest Educational Decree:

All Student Organisations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded. An Organisation, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students. Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge). No Student Organisation, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor. Any student found to have formed, or belong to, and Organisation, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.

"What do we do?" Hermione hissed as her friends got over their shock.

"Easy. Come up with something that the Ministry would love." Harry smirked back, stalking up to Umbridge, who had been admiring her decree. "Professor, may I speak to you about my friend's group?" The woman sneered. "See, it's like this: we are trying to find a way to get Dumbledore's reputation completely ruined." The sneer disappeared into shock. Others stopped to stare at the 'Golden Boy' in horror.

"Ruin Dumbledore's Reputation?" Harry nodded. "But you're his-"

"I was left in an abusive muggle home thanks to him." Harry cut in, eyes darkening in his anger. "That man wanted a weapon he could control. Instead, he got a teen that has the Will and the backing to ruin him."

"And what is this group called?" She lifted a brow.

"Dumbledore Will Fail."

"Very well." The woman left a stunned room. Many turned to stare at their classmate.

"What? It's the truth. I have a personal vendetta against the man. I'm going to destroy him, bit by bit, until no one will listen to what he has to say again. They left me in hell because he said I would be happy. Now he said I told him that Voldemort -oh grow up, it's just a name!- is back, and I'm at odd ends with everyone, again!" Harry grabbed Luna's hand, and fled.

Thanks to everyone being so supportive, I figured I should update at least one more time with my reasonings on why it's taking so long to update. I have so many supporters, and so many critics, I feel like I'm letting you down in some way. Sadly, it was my aunt's idea for me to work on this as a distraction. I just finished it.

Story time:

Have you ever seen someone in a coma? Watching as they wasted away into a shell of what they had been? No? Let me tell you, it isn't pleasant. If you are told a family member is in a coma, and may never wake up, and to say your goodbyes, DO NOT go in the room. It will destroy all fond memories of that person. Since the seventh, I've been at his side, praying he wake up. The doctors don't believe he will, and I hate seeing his siblings, my aunts and uncles, unable to do anything to ease his pain.

Some background on me to understand how hard my uncle's coma has hit: I'm really his daughter, his mother (I called her mom) took me in for fifteen years until she died as I started my freshmen year of high school, two weeks following my birthday. I was twelve when she told me that he was really my dad, and I was really her granddaughter. He wasn't even in my life until I was six. However, he was still a part of my life, as my uncle.

Sadly, he was a drug addict. Admittedly, his highs weren't violet like others I've seen, but he still wasn't a good person when he had a fix. After he stole my Ipod (the last picture I took of my mom was on there), I told him that if he died because of drugs, I wouldn't cry over him. That I was sick of the addiction, and that he didn't deserve our tears.

I didn't know he would get high, refuse treatment at the hospital, be found in a bush, dying, with Necrotizing Fasciitis (a flesh eating bacteria) invading his body. He's in a coma now, missing toes and parts of his flesh, and he can't even breathe without a ventilator.

His siblings are giving him to the end of the week to pull out of it. If he doesn't, we'll let him get the rest he deserves. If he does, we'll have to explain why he is basically missing his foot and leg. Either way, I dread the outcome.

Two quick questions to my reviewers (and reasoning behind the questions) so I can take my mind off of the problems right now:

How many of you have read my stories before? I know magicanimegurl, and Xyori Nadeshiko, have. (Which, by the way, thanks for continuing your support by reading and reviewing my stories. Even if I have to translate Xyori's comments!) I'm curious, because I have read stories by bleeding roses 16(how else would I know they placed a prompt?), Dominique Icefall(Your HPxKHR is awesome!), and many of your only have accounts (at least I think it's the current reason until you're inspired to write) to keep track of your favorite stories (That's how I started out in 06) Also, to those that are from a country that uses a language other than English; I'm from the US, they don't enforce us to learn a second Language(I do know some German, and what little Japanese I know comes mostly from Anime), and I am currently unable to afford to buy something that will help me learn to read/speak it.

Speaking of different countries: Where are all my constant followers from? As stated above I'm from the States, and I'm curious how many are from here, or from another country.