Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Is property Akira Amano.

I haven't said anything in this version, but this story will be set since the 5th book 'til the 7th. Every book will have a higher rating depending of what I write but I've already have an ending to this. Thank you for reading!

Number 4 of Privet Drive. Little Whinging, Surrey.

August 05th, 1995.

09:30 AM

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Harry had changed his weight from one leg to another for at least four times now, his feet were starting to hurt and he was sure that this ankles were swollen, in the living room, Petunia kept fake laughing to something his uncle had said to the strangers that had come knocking on the door that morning talking about a great business contract. Dudley, who still hadn't recovered for the trauma from 3 days prior, wasn't there.

As expected, Harry had been forced to make breakfeast for everyone with an empty stomach, the strangers kept looking his way while one of them pretended to pay attention to his uncle. All of them had finished eating more or less 30 minutes ago. The only reason why he had stick around, was because the Dursleys were stupid, stupid enough to not even notice that the strangers were too young to have a billionaire bussiness and that they came looking for him.

They were wizards for sure, but were they Death eaters?

Harry analized them without masking his intentions, if this Death eaters were brave enough to come looking for him at his home, then he wanted them to know that he wasn't afraid and he was ready to defend himself. The fact that he could not longer return to Hogwarts didn't erase his bravery.

"Well, I think we should talk about bussiness, Mister Dursley" One of the boys said, a boy with sun kissed skin and warm golden eyes while leaning on the backrest of the couch he was sitting in.

" Of course Mister Yamamoto, go on" Replied his uncle while hugging his enormous tummy and his aunt was trying to hide her satisfaction.

"Let me present myself again, Mr. and Mrs. Dursely" Said the silver haired teen "My name is Gokudera Hayato and I'm here on legal representation for Sawada Tsunayoshi, the Vongola Decimo"

Horror painted his aunt's face as if she was weaing a ghost face mask while his uncle's face turned purple " What are ypu doing here?! I told that useless boy that I didn't him near my family!" His aunt cried while his uncle threw to the floor their chinese ceramic mugs, making some of them break.

"You know why are we herem Mrs. Dursely" Replied the petite girl that was sitting between both lads. "I'm Dokuro Chrome and we are here to gain custody of Harry James Potter"

Harry frowned, someone who was not his relative could take him away from de Dursley? Who were this people? He was sure that he would rememeber if he had ever heard the name of someone who sounded like 'tuna'.

"Harry, please, come take a sit" Called him Yamamoto with a bright smile. Harry kept standing for a sing that his uncle was going to shout againg before deciding to join theses teens on the couch. "It's important for you to hear this"

Harry nodded without really paying attention while a thousand thoughts crossed his mind, this so called Vongola decimo must be drowning in money if he was able to keep the Dursley quiet and acting civil by only hearing his name, the suits this strangers were wearing were neatly fixed and even if he didn't know a lot about designers he could tell they were expensive, like something that Malfoy would buy just because he could. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, he hoped that at least this person that had decided to adopt him was nothing like Malfoy.

Maybe it was a dumb thought, but as he couldn't return to Hogwarts Harry would have sold his soul to Voldemort just to not spend more time with the Dursley.

"This are the adoption forms, Mr. and Mrs. Durley" Said the silver haired boy - Gokudera Hayato if he recalled correctly - While he set a thick bunch of papers in front of his uncles. "When you sing them you'll be accepting for the custody of Harry James Potter to be given to Sawada Tsunayoshi, and you won't be able to keep touch with the boy or ask him any kind of support from his parents or Sawada's fortune.

"Fortune" Laughed out his uncle "Freaks like them surely don't even have a place to die"

Yamamoto cleared his throat, now he looked to serious "It also stablished that you will be receiving a payment for $100,000.00 pounds adiotional to the allowance given by Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore for the raising of Mr. Potter 'til his of age".

"Another clause says that from now on, you won't be receiving any benefit from being associated with Mr. Potter" Said the girl. "You won't be hearing from him ever again".

"That's all you need to know" Said Gokudera, cutting of his uncle from whatever bullshit he was about to sprout "The rest is only of interest for Mr. Poter, confidential some would say. In case of refusing to sign we will be asking for a formall audience"

"That won't be necessary!" Said his uncle, his face still purple "There's nothing we want more than getting rid of him"

Harry, of course, didn't feel anything, his younger seld had spent to many time crying over the lack of love his uncles felt for him, but now he didn't even Hogwarts and his friend had showed him that he was worth to be loved and there was so much more to see and to know. Also, if his aunt knew who that tuna person was - No, his name wasn't Tusna he thought - That meant that his parents surely had known him as well.

"Let's go Harry" Called Yamamoto "I'll help you pack your things"

Vernon bit out something that Harry couldn't understand. But the hard faces the teens were making were enough for him to know that it wasn't something nice.

"This way"

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30 minutes later his bags were all done. Hedwig had gone hunting the night before and still hadn't come back but he trusted her to find him wherever he went.

Yamoto took his trunk from him with a bright smile and said "You're a kid Harry, let me help you" as if they weren't the same age.

Harry opened the door and left his room, preparing himseld to never return to his home, no, not his home, to the place he had survived for all those years. At the bottom of th stairs Yamoto's companions were already waiting for them. His uncles nowhere to be seen.

"Are you ready?" Asked the girl

"Of course! I'm the fastest guardian!" Said Yamamoto, Gokudera twisted his eyes, annoyed.

Guardian? Guardian of what?

Gokudera turned arround and opened the door, allowing Chrome, Yamamoto and him to exit first befores closing it after hi. On the porch there was a big Suburban waiting for them. Gokudera pushed one of the buttons on the control in his hands and its lights went on.

-Get the trunk in, baseball idiot, Potter, you'll travel on the back seat.

Harry nodded waiting for them to get in the car to make sure that it was good for him to do it, the girl - Chrome - Smiled at him and went in the companion seat when Gokudera opened the door for her.

Gokudera seemed to be the leader of the group, he seemed to be a serious person and with a controlled temper (At least until he had insulted his partner) and the weight of his gaze made Harry fidget. He realized that he was looking at him before closing the girl's door. "Get in Potter, we still have a jet to ride".

"A jet?" Harry only knew what those were thanks to his cousin's TV programm. "What for?"

Gokudera didn't reply, he closed Harry's door at the same time Yamamoyo got in the car.

"It's the quickest way to get to Italy" Said Chrome while looking at him in the rear-view mirror.

Gokudera turned on the engine and started driving.

"Pay attention Harry" Said Yamamoto "We'll explain some things while on the way to the airport, you must be so confused"

Harry shrugged, confused was his everyday, he was pretty used to weird things happening to him and people deciding what was best for him. "I'm used to it"

Yamamoto laughed lightly while Gokudera shook his head "Decimo won't be happy about it"

"Well, Harry. As you know, he is Gokudera Hayato" Yamamoto said " She is Dokuro Chrome, and I'm Yamamoto Takeshi, we work for your uncle".

"Uncle" He had a lot of bad experiencies with uncles, was he somebody else that hated magic?

"Yes, uncle" Replied Yamamoto while patting his back "I won't say much since I'm sure Tsuna will be talking to you as soon as we arrive, but Tsuna is your uncle. He was supposed to take you in if Sirius wasn't able to, but some things happenned..." He shook his head "It took us a bit to find where you were, but as soon as he knew, he started getting prepared to gain your custody"

"You know Sirius?" He asked, perplexed "He has never talked about you!"

"I guess he's angry with us, I would be as well" Said Chrome "A lot of things happened and I'm sure there are a lot of misunderstandings between us. But Tsuna will fix it all, you'll see"

Tsuna this, Tsuna that. Yes, he was his uncle but... " Who the heck is Tsuna?"

"I guess Petunia never mentioned him" Gokudera barked "What do you know about your grandparents, Potter?"

"They died" He frowned, something in Gokudera's attitude had started to irritate him "But I don't know how"

"Well, yeah, they died" Gokudera didn't seem to be the type of person that he could joke with "Your grandfather had a lot of different identities that he used to his own convenience, one of those was Iemitsu Sawada, a japanese construction worker who when your mom was three had an adventura witha a japanese mother and marry her under that name and they had a son, that son is the Vongola Decimo, your mom's little brother.

Harry frowned "Maybe that's why Petunia doesn't talk about him"

"Most likely boy" Said Yamamoto "You know how she thinks she so perfect and correct" Yamamoto winked at him "However, Tsuna knew about magic and accepted Lily as Petunia never did, as all we did. Have you ever heard that you have your mother's eyes?"

Harry snorted "And I ressemble my father a lot, don't I?"

Yamamoto smiled sadly. "Well, yes, but I'm pretty sure that nobody has ever told you why Lily's eyes were soy pretty. Well, however, not my place to tell, you'll now when you look Tsuna's eyes"

"I've already told you not to call the Decimo by his name"

"I don't think he cares, Gokudera-san"

Harry arched his brow "Why do you call him decimo?"

"Tsuna is the tenth heir of the Vongola family, Harry" Answered Yamamoto "None of the children of the late boss were able to inherit the famiglia and, as did your mother, Tsuna had something special" Yamamoto opened the briefcase he had on his lap "But someone else will explain you that. Right now I need you to keep this with you" He gave him a passport that Harry had never seen before. "I don't think someone will ask you to see it, but is better to be prepared.

Harry kept a hold strong on his passport. "You can sleep if you want, is a long trip to the airport and we will have to wait for the rest of your escorts to arrive" Harry nodded and got comfortable to take a nap. If the wanted to kill him surely they would have done ir already.

Private platform. London-Gatwick Airport.

August 05th, 1995.

11:00 AM

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Harry had been stupid to not ask for more answers about his uncle. What kind of person he had to be to have a privet jet, black, armoured who had it's house emblem engraved with gold?

There were no policeman, all the workers had the same emblem in their backs and even their uniforms seemed to be made of cotton of top quality. There were another four suburbans parked around his and security guards were keeping an eye on his.

What was happening? Where they under attack?

Yamamoto, Gokudera and Chrome had left the truck and had told him to stay inside until they returned. But Harry was starting to feel breathless. How much longer would they be gone? He couldn't even read one of his books because Yamamoyo had taken his trunk as he said he couldn't allow any worker of less rank to be near his things or him.

Nobody in the wizaridn world had cared for him as much as they had already.

Finally, Chrome returned accompanied by a man with long silver hair wearing a black combat suit with a different logo and had a sword attached to his hip. The man opened his door to give Chrome access.

"Wear this Harry" She said, giving him a heavy coat, a cap, a scard, a pair of sunglasses a facemas. "I'm sorry, I know you don't understand what's happening but we can't allow anyone to identifify you"

"I feel like a celebrity" He joked, remembering TV shows of papparazzis following famous people around that his aunt liked to watch "Who are we hiding from?"

"I promise you bossu will answer all your questions" She answered softly "The only think I can tell you is you protection squad is stronger and tighter than Queen's Elizabeth. He's Squalo, is a member of... of a security squad from the Vongola. He and some of his partners are going on the jet with us to guarantee your security.

Harry frowned, his uncle was definitely worse than Mr. Malfoy.

I hoped you enjoyed the chap, as always, if you have some tips of how to better my redaction and my English they're welcome.

I were saying the Spanish readers that I already know how I'm to finish this book (The fifth) And the rating won't be changing in this one. Somebody stop me 'cause I already have an eye on Yamamoto.

Again, thanks for reading!