Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling
Reborn! Is property of Akira Amano
I'm sorry if the way I called Cho's eyes can be seen as offensive, I wasn't trying to be, I was just trying to imitate Fran's speech.
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Platform 9 and ¾, London. England
September 1, 1995
10:30 AM
Fran looked everywhere except at his uncle who had been trying to scold him for at least 15 minutes without success.
The boy was paying attention to his uncle's ranting one moment and the next he seemed to completely lose himself in another dimension, reaching the point of letting all the muscles of his body fall to distract the Vongola tenth.
That morning Fran had decided that he wanted to play a petty joke on Belphegor (the blonde with the awkward laugh that he had met during his reception at the Vongola). The blonde was asleep on the grass in one of the gardens of the Thetford mansion when Fran had plunged him into a nightmare that consisted of being surrounded by millions of green-haired clones wearing a crown while the prince wore the ridiculous frog hat which Fran never seemed to let go of.
Of course Belphegor had tried to take revenge on the teenager, but was intercepted by Tsunayoshi who was against any form of violent education and had given the order to Belphegor to restrain himself from his impulses.
By the way, Harry had discovered that it wasn't that he had been asked for a ton of books for his fifth year at Hogwarts. But, apparently, his uncle had decided to infiltrate Fran at Hogwarts under the excuse that this way Harry would be safer.
Harry snorted in annoyance as he watched his uncle lose patience with Fran, who had once again dropped to the floor.
He didn't need anyone to take care of him, even if that were the case, he highly doubted that Fran would end up in the same house as Harry or that he would even have the intention of taking care of him. It was a foolish strategy and he was sure it would fail.
He was distracted when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw 6 bright red heads enter the platform talking loudly. But what caught his attention the most was seeing the huge black dog that was accompanying the family. Without thinking twice, he took his lower lip between two fingers and whistled, instantly capturing the attention of his uncle and the dog, who as soon as he saw him trotted happily in his direction.
The enormous dog pushed the wizards and witches who were on the platform to make him way and when he had finally made it, he pounced on Harry on two legs and began to lick his face effusively. Harry hugged him under his front paws.
"Padfoot" Both turned immediately to face his uncle "Padfoot, is that you?"
The dog barked happily as it circled both men, Harry watched in surprise as his uncle's face immediately turned red and his eyes filled with tears.
"Padfoot I can't believe it!" The brunet exclaimed and immediately crouched down to hug the canine and bury his face in his fur "It's been too long, what are you doing here? Animal control could be nearby".
"It's his lost dog" Harry heard Fran say, apparently the boy was explaining to curious people why Tsunayoshi had had that reaction "He hasn't seen him in years, I would cry too".
Harry doubted that was possible, in his mind Fran would scream and bawl without actually doing it, with his face as monotonous as ever.
"Forgive me for being late".
The canine barked, it was then that Harry understood that his uncle blamed herself for many things, not only for not having been able to protect Harry during his childhood. It was probably why he sometimes seemed to walk on glass whe he tried to interact with him, maybe it was why he had defended tooth and nail the lack of communication Harry had had with Sirius.
Harry smiled, the joy of the dog and his uncle was extremely contagious.
They were interrupted by the whistle of the Hogwarts Express. Tsuna stood up quickly and although he tried to hide it Harry could see the remains of his snot on Padfoot's fur and his uncle's severely swollen eyes even though he hadn't been crying for more than 5 minutes. The brunet rubbed his cheeks hard and turned around to wipe his nose.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle" He listened to Fran, although he didn't show it, Harry knew that he was happy with the facade he had been assigned, the distant cousin of Harry Potter and son of Squalo di Varia. The adults didn't look so happy about it "It's already late, man" He hummed. "We are not going to find a place to sit and you will be the reason why we end up with a flat ass from sitting on the floor".
Tsuna laughed lightly. His uncle definitely had the patience of a Saint.
"You're right" He finally answered him before giving them both a hug "Be careful, I will write to you every day".
"Please don't" Fran said while he stuck his tongue out in a gesture of disgust.
"Okay, three times a week it will be then" His uncle accepted while he sighed "Take care of yourselves, I'll be waiting for anything you need. Remember what we talked about, Fran.
The green-haired boy pretended not to have heard his uncle as he walked forward to board the train. Harry shrugged and after hugging his uncle one last time, he followed him. They walked almost through the entire train looking for an empty compartment, but it seemed like they were the last ones to arrive and so far they hadn't found any. They soon encountered Neville who was at the end of the hallway shifting his weight from side to side and looking noticeably uncomfortable.
"Hello, Harry!" He greeted him, panting with his forehead full of sweat and his right hand holding his toad tightly "Hi Ginny! Uh, sorry... I don't know you... The train is full... I can't find a seat…"
Harry turned sharply behind him, finding that indeed the youngest Weasley was standing behind Fran with a wide smile. Fran, noticing that Harry had finally noticed the girl's presence, hugged himself and pretended to have chills.
"There is room there" Fran abruptly interrupted Ginny who seemed about to speak, whose smile became uncomfortable.
"It's just Loony Lovegood!" She exclaimed, evidently happy. Neville muttered something about not wanting to disturb her as he fixed his gaze on Fran's lush green hair. "Don't talk nonsense, she's so nice".
The girl had dirty, shaggy blonde hair and she was reading a magazine that was turned upside down. She had a necklace made out of butterbeer corks and she didn't turn to look at them when Ginny opened the compartment door.
"You look crazy" Fran hummed, if it hadn't been for the killer's polished reflexes, Harry would have hit the hard elbow he had tried to give him in the ribs.
Ginny looked at him in annoyance before focusing on the girl who was now looking at them with her pale blue eyes and her thin, pale arched eyebrows. Well, it wasn't that Fran was lying, but Harry couldn't allow him to be his usual self at Hogwarts either, someone would take a grudge against him and when they least expected it, Fran would already be cursed in the women's bathroom on the third floor.
Harry really didn't want to endure the specter of Fran hanging around Hogwarts along with Myrtle.
"Hi Loony!" Ginny greeted her effusively as if Fran had not disrespected her a few seconds before "Sorry, we couldn't find a place to sit, do you mind if we sit next to you?"
When Luna shook her head, the 4 of them entered the compartment. Neville, Ginny and Harry lifted their trunks onto the racks before realizing that Fran had already settled down next to the window, so with a deep sigh Harry resigned himself to carrying the boy's trunk up as well.
Harry sat next to Fran, with Neville immediately sitting next to him as close to the compartment door as possible, as if he wanted to run away from there. Ginny, on the other hand, had been the only one brave enough to sit next to Luna Lovegood.
"Did you had a good summer, Luna?"
"Yeah" The blonde responded immediately "Yes very good. You are Harry Potter".
"Yes, I know" Hhe replied.
The bulging eyes of Luna, who had not yet removed the magazine from her face, then landed on Fran who had hisr gaze fixed on the window. Harry had learned that although Fran seemed to always be lost in thought, the reality was that his keen instincts were always alert for any threat or non-threat.
He had learned it the hard way when, in the middle of his boredom, he wanted to play a joke on him and ended up hanging upside down from the chandelier until his uncle discovered him and helped him down.
"You have something strange about you" The blonde then spoke.
Harry exchanged glances with Neville and Ginny, the three of them not understanding what she meant, except for the hair, although Harry was sure that if it had been Fran's hair color that had caught his attention, then the blonde would have said it directly.
Fran had turned to see the girl without changing the position of his body, half lying on the window "Me?"
Luna nodded.
"Well, haven't your parents told you that it's rude to stare at people?" Fran sputtered, stoic as always "These rude people, really, what a shame".
With that Fran conjured his horrible frog hat and covered his eyes with it while he began to snore exaggeratedly.
"Who is he?"
Harry turned to look at Ginny who was staring at him, apparently Luna had not been affected in the slightest by Fran's comments.
"He's Fran" He said while swallowing dryly "It's Fran".
"Yes, we already understood that he is Fran. But what is he doing here? Who is he?"
"Ah" He said, realizing that his response had not been the most eloquent "He is my cousin, well, he is a distant cousin, he is the son of one of my uncle's cousins".
Both girls seemed bored with his story. While Neville seemed to want hide from the girl's intense gaze.
"I see".
Most of the time Harry didn't consider himself very bright, but he didn't consider himself a fool either. He liked to believe that his instincts were correct and his coexistence with the guardians closest to his uncle had helped him acquire certain skills that gangsters had. It was thanks to that that he noticed how Ginny's brow furrowed slightly and her mouth twitched at one corner before spreading again into a huge smile.
"Do you know what they gave me for my birthday?"
The three of them turned to look at Neville, each with varying degrees of interest. Harry wasn't sure if Fran had really fallen asleep or if he was pretending to avoid having to talk to the others.
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Vongola Mansion, Mimiani. Sicily. Italy.
September 1, 1995.
05:45 PM
Tsuna was sitting at the head of the table with his guardians surrounding him as they each read the copy of the report that Ryohei had prepared for this meeting.
He remembered with shame the spectacle he had caused at King's Cross when he had reunited with one of his sister's friends and from time to time he began to blush. Of all the people Tsuna had been coliving with recently, Sirius was probably the only one who could empathize with the loss and grief that Tsuna hadn't been able to overcome since the tragedy. He would have loved to stay a while and arrange a safe place to formally meet with the animagus and sit down to talk and plan, Tsuna greatly appreciated the former marauder's brilliant mind.
However, a week earlier he had received a request for an urgent meeting from Ryohei. Since Tsuna needed to spend time with Harry before the boy went back to Hogwarts and his best friends would never leave him alone in the Thetford mansion, it had taken a week to finalize the details of the meeting. Tsuna had not given it enough importance,
It was times like this that he regretted not being able to include his former tutor in the current trouble they had but, for Harry's sake and for Lily's memory, he couldn't include him.
Reborn would probably have already given him a good blow on the head to make him reconsider and punish him for not having given due importance to the call of his guardian of the sun. However, when Tsuna had returned to the Sicilian mansion he received reports that Reborn had never returned from when he went to drop him off at the airport.
He wasn't worried since the hitman had kept in touch even though he had left out that small, irrelevant piece of information. But still Tsuna could feel the discomfort settling in his stomach.
"Are you sure about this, Ryohei nii-san?" He asked, staring at his former brother-in-law who nodded seriously "Is Squalo's signature real?"
"Yes, I checked it myself" The guardian responded as he changed the page "I also took the time to go investigate around Kamchatka to verify his story, everything fits perfectly. What I don't understand is why Xanxus is still alive".
Tsuna sighed deeply " He is playing with us" His guardians stared at him waiting for him to continue explaining "Look at this".
Tsuna then projected the images that Xanxus had managed to send him before his tracker was disconnected and communication was permanently cut off. The images were corrupted, many of them could not be interpreted clearly, but elements such as a cabin covered in snow could still be seen.
"That is" Chrome murmured "Bossu, is that Vongola technology?"
Tsuna nodded "I'm afraid so, Chrome-chan. I have verified it with Spanner, it is one of the old models that Giannichi designed for the ninth".
The guardians tensed upon hearing his news.
"What are we going to do, Tsuna?"
Tsuna stared into Yamamoto's eyes, what would they do? He felt his throat close and his eyes began to sting, threatening to start crying, but this was not the time for that. He then focused his eyes on the images and cleared his throat "For now let's the intelligence department fix the images, we cannot assure anything without concise evidence".
The guardians nodded as they began to discuss among themselves what they could do to fix the quality of the images and proposed contingency plans to find the Vongola traitor.
"Omnivore"
Tsuna looked at his cloud guardian seriously before shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Hibari's eyes, gray and intense, always managed to upset Tsunayoshi, they had been together for so many years and he still didn't know how to recognize when Hibari wanted him dead and when he thought of him as someone worth facing.
"Yes, Hibari-san?"
Hibari, his face as stoic as ever, leaned back on the seat of his chair without saying anything else. Tsuna understood without needing more words that his guardian wished to speak privately with him.
He let out a heavy sigh and looked up, focusing again on the photographs he received from Xanxus, something about them prevented him from staying calm. He needed to solve that mystery as soon as possible.
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Hogwarts lobby, Scotland.
September 1, 1995.
01:40 PM
"You inherited your grandfather's genes, chasing after women with slit eyes".
Harry was about to hit Fran with the intention of giving him a black eye even if it cost him a scolding from his uncle. He was in such a bad mood that not even the rain guardian's hanging of him had been able to help calm him down.
It had all started when Neville had shown them his birthday present, a plant that his uncle Algie had brought him from Assyria, and it had gotten worse when they had asked him what he did. Neville had provoked the plant and everyone, with the exception of Fran who had managed to take refuge behind Harry, got covered with a green mucus with a foul smell that was not easy to clean at all.
Then Cho, as beautiful and kind as ever, went looking for him. The girl ended up fleeing the compartment when she saw the catastrophe they had been involved in, promising to talk to him later.
As if that were not enough, Hermione had had the audacity to scold them while she was doing her rounds on the train and had discovered the accident. Yes, she may have been doing her job as a prefect, but it seemed excessive to Harry. Maybe a little late Ginny remembered a cleaning spell.
Afterwards, Malfoy put his big head into his compartment while mocking Harry and making fun of how he had been surpassed by Ron, it helped him a little to not lose control to remember that his uncle was the boss of his childhood friends and yet none of them seemed to have any kind of resentment or feelings of jealousy.
Once Malfoy left, the atmosphere inside the compartment had become extremely uncomfortable as both Ron and Hermione sat with them for the rest of the trip. Harry, who was still angry with his friends, had acted childishly and had placed his head on Fran's shoulder to also pretend that he was sleeping.
They had finally arrived at Hogsmead and everyone except Fran and Luna had treated him like crazy when he had talked about the horses pulling the carriage, which hadn't made him feel any better, considering they were Luna 'Loony' and Fran, who was just Fran.
"See you later, cousin" Harry told him with malice dripping from his words when Fran was intercepted by McGonagall and received instructions that he had to wait along with the first years. Harry sighed in relief and somewhat amused by the reprimand the teacher promised to give the green-haired boy.
He walked with all the other students to the great hall and sat near the end of the table with Ginny and Neville next to him.
Hermione looked at him worried, with a look that told him that she wasn't mad at him because she knew that he didn't understand, but what did he need to understand? That apparently his best friends believed that he couldn't be loved by anyone? It bothered him that Hermione, apart from being unkind, considered him stupid. On the other hand, Ron had simply looked at him out of the corner of his eye with a frown, as if he had the right to be upset with him after the accusations they had made.
Despite everything, they both sat in front of him. Harry snorted, annoyed.
It wasn't long before Ginny pointed out that Professor Grubbly-Plank was indeed filling in for Hagrid as they had suspected before taking the carriages, unlike Hermione and Ron who would surely have immediately started throwing out ideas as to why Hagrid wasn't in place, both Ginny and Neville immediately turned the page and began talking about the alarming song of the sorting hat.
From the corner of his eye, Harry could see how his best friends lowered their heads and whispered violently, probably discussing the strangeness of the speech. A part of Harry was dying to join them.
He then noticed how the almost decapitated Nick, who had joined the conversation, silenced them both with a semi-transparent finger placed on his lips under Professor McGonagall's judging gaze.
It was then that the deputy headmistress advanced to the front of the large dining room, being followed by all the small first-year boys and by Fran, who, despite not being very tall, stood out comically among all the first years.
"Abercrombie, Euan"
The sorting began without further ado, Professor McGonagall being as fast and efficient as the sorting hat and the new students would allow her. Each of the new members of the houses seemed to be afraid of the sorting hat because as soon as McGonagall took it off their heads, they almost ran and stumbled towards the table of their new houses.
Harry didn't really pay attention to much of the sorting, he was just mildly curious as to which house Fran would end up in.
"Di Varia, Fran".
He watched in amazement as several of his classmates in different years and houses then crouched down to murmur among themselves.
"Why didn't you tell us about this, Harry?" Ron growled, looking at him as if he had hidden the last glass of water in the world from him "You should have warned us!"
Harry raised an eyebrow and forced himself to answer "What does it matter?"
"There is no precedent for this in Hogwarts history, Harry" Neville murmured almost in her ear with a gentle intonation "Never in the history of Hogwarts has a student been integrated into upper years".
"And that is bad?" Harry asked without understanding why they were afraid of his family.
"It's new" Hermione hissed as she leaned in his direction "It will be more difficult for him to adapt to discrimination because of his blood".
Harry snorted under his breath, he seriously doubted that any of the comments from some stuck-up pureblood would even make Fran uncomfortable. He once again fixed his gaze on Fran, whose hat completely covered her eyes but he was sure that he had the same monotonous expression as always.
Finally the hat opened his great, dark mouth wide and exclaimed "Slytherin!"
Part of Harry knew that Fran couldn't belong in any other house, but the other part of him hoped and prayed that he was wrong. He ignored Dumbledore's speech as he thought about how to explain to Tsuna why he didn't talk to the green-haired boy just because he had ended up in a different house.
However, once again fate reminded him how stupid he was if he truly believed that his misery would end there. He was nothing more than a gullible teenager.
The clearing of a woman's throat with a shrill voice shook him violently from his thoughts and a shiver ran through his entire body. He hoped he was wrong, but a part of him knew that voice, which was reciting a speech about the ineptitude of the school's administrators and the need to implement new educational reforms to restore the quality of the school's education, could not be anyone's other than her.
Almost timidly he looked up, there, at the front of the large dining room, with an uncomfortable and false smile of really white and strangely aligned teeth that did not harmonize with the rest of her face, with her body covered with what he was sure were at the same time least 15 different shades of pink, was Dolores Umbridge.
Harry let his forehead slam against the table. He almost wanted to cry, he wasn't sure whether it was out of frustration or the irony of things.
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He was exhausted both physically and mentally, almost forced himself to go upstairs and enter his room to have an argument with Seamus who he had considered a friend for so long, all so that Ron would defend him and Harry would have to endure a bitter pill before thanking him.
That night he couldn't sleep, and his mental exhaustion increased twentyfold in the morning when Seamus flew out of the room before Harry could even put on his socks, followed by Dean who had found no way to defend his friend. By the time Harry came down from the dormitories, Ron and Hermione were already leaving the Gryffindor common room while Hermione was complaining about something the twins had done.
He sighed deeply and waited for them to get the upper hand, they were both acting like he needed space when in reality what Harry needed was for them to apologize for their hurtful words regarding his relationship with his uncle. Harry knew that Tsunayoshi loved him very much, he could feel it in hiswarm smiles and his long, firm hugs.
He walked absently through the halls of the castle, memories of the past year appearing in his mind as if they were a recent burn, the loneliness and segregation to which his companions subjected him solely because they believed he was lying. He held the rain flame hanging firmly in one hand and sighed deeply.
He had just started the school year.
He arrived at the Great Hall faster than he would have liked to and sat, once again, at the end of the Gryffindor table. A couple of places separated him from his friends, Hermione was in a one-sided discussion with the Weasley twins who greeted him as soon as they saw him arrive.
"You will need a lot of gold" Hermione bellowed "How do you plan to finance the materials, the research?"
"Don't ask us questions and we won't have to lie to you" Fred replied in a mocking voice "Come on George, if we get there soon maybe we can sell some extendable ears".
It was then that Harry got lost in his thoughts, nothing special really. He was wondering why Professor Grubbly-Plank was filling in for Hagrid once again while at the same time he was wondering if the extendable ears were real ears and if they were, he was wondering where the twins got them.
Considering it was only the first day of school, most of the students were relaxed. Soon Professor McGonagall walked around the table as she distributed the schedules. Harry, who in recent days seemed to have gotten used to eavesdropping on other people's conversations, heard Ron complain about his schedule.
Neville sat down next to Harry abruptly, making him jump a little from the shock. The boy looked like he had just woken up and his eyes were sleepy and his movements were groggy.
"Good morning, Harry".
Harry simply nodded his head in recognition to Neville while he himself examined the reason for Ron's displeasure.
"Merlin tit's" Neville croaked "We have double potions today, it must be a horrible premonition. It must mean I'll fail some OWLs!"
Harry raised his left eyebrow, partly at the mention of OWLs and partly at how ridiculous Neville's argument was "Are they really as difficult as they say?"
Neville nodded many times without turning to see him "Some teachers ask for a minimum grade to accept you into their course next year. My uncle Algie told me that this year we should look at our career options and depending on what you pass, I will receive different types of offers" It seemed then that a huge grayish cloud had settled over Neville "I wanted to dedicate myself to herbology... but I don't think I can pass potions…"
Harry hummed a response indicating that he agreed with what his friends had said. Before he spoke again, taking him out of his thoughts.
"Have you thought about what you would like to be when you grow up, Harry?"
He thought about it for a couple of seconds "Sometimes I think I would like to be an auror, I mean... at least I'm good in defense class".
Neville seemed to think about it before responding with a shy smile "Auror Potter, I can see it, huh?"
Harry then smiled slightly, perhaps he had not taken the time to fully coexist with Neville during his years at Hogwarts, but his presence could sometimes be comforting. It was then that the bell rang and not wanting to get involved in another argument with his friends, he waited until Neville was ready to leave and they retired to class together.
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It was when they were waiting outside Snape's dungeons that Harry met Fran again who seemed to ignore everyone equally, both those from the other houses and those from his own house, since he was completely alone, unless the Slytherins may not have considered him interesting enough to try to establish communication with him.
A few meters from Fran, Draco Malfoy was whispering with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson while they glanced from time to time at Fran. Were they planning to play a petty joke on him? If so, he couldn't wait to see what it was and see how Fran humiliated them.
He didn't have much time to think about the blonde when Fran stood in front of Harry and Neville, making Neville shrug a little. Harry frowned, everyone knew that Neville was one of the Slytherins' favorite victims but he didn't think that the boy's prejudice would reach Fran, whom he had met just yesterday on the train.
"Nee, nee" Fran hummed and then Harry remembered that the boy didn't really leave a good first impression "The girl from yesterday was looking for you".
"Cho?" Harry asked, looking up and down the corridor wondering if she was there. Fran shrugged.
"I don't know, I don't care" He answered, however Harry could almost immediately perceive the spark of mischief that lit up in the eyes of his 'cousin' "She went to ask the carrot head about you and he questioned her about sports. I can definitely see her falling in love with you, you know, after how he treated her".
"The carrot head?" Although it was normal that Fran might not know the names of his classmates, Harry was sure that the mildly offensive nickname had been on purpose "Are you talking about Ron?"
"How wonderful, Weasel has once again shown that he is indeed a great friend" Harry mumbled a curse when he heard Malfoy's voice behind Fran's back "You will have a fantastic love story, Potty. Chang, you and of course, Weasel".
To finish off the day, Harry could see practically in slow motion how Fran turned around and extended his hand towards Malfoy "Fran di Varia, anyone who can invent a nickname is my friend".
Malfoy surely saw the desperation on Harry's face, because he smiled broadly at him before turning his attention to Fran and accepting him hand "Draco Malfoy".
"Heh?" Harry was sure that among the abilities of his uncle's guardians was the ability to read minds, otherwise he did not understand how Yamamoto and the others could communicate with Hibari. He wondered if Fran also had that ability or why, as soon as he heard Malfoy's name, he reacted as if he had discovered one of the 7 wonders of the world. When the green-haired boy saw him with a tiny mocking smile, Harry confirmed that Fran knew that he and Malfoy were enemies. Of all the things that could happen to him, one of the worst was that the annoying Fran, whom he couldn't get rid of no matter how much he wanted to, would strike up a friendship with that damned Malfoy just to make his life miserable "I have a feeling we'll get along very well, Drakey-san".
Malfoy raised an eyebrow "Japanese?"Harry knew that Fran's nickname had rile him up when he began to wrinkle his nose.
"French".
Malfoy just nodded. As if Fran told all the truths in the world just by opening his mouth.
That union could not bring anything good. A thousand ideas ran through his mind, for example, he could write a letter to his uncle complaining about Fran's attitude and asking him to order him to stay away from Malfoy. But knowing his uncle, he would probably say something like "Learn to let go and forgive Harry" or else, if his uncle followed his request and ordered the green-haired boy to stay away from the blonde, Fran was completely capable of ignoring Harry's uncle orders or finding a way to make his life miserable without Malfoy's help.
He frowned and took Neville by the elbow, entering the dungeon with aggressive steps as soon as it opened.
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After being the victim of Snape's unprofessionalism, Fran and Draco's mocking of the professor's comments, and receiving another premonition of his death in divination, Harry had thought his day couldn't get any worse.
Once again, life reminded him that he was not exactly its favorite person.
After the discussion with Seamus, he had discovered that most of the Gryffindors thought the same of him. Not just in the men's dormitory, for example, Lavender Brown had designated herself as the truth-teller and hadn't tired of talking to whoever had two ears about how Harry was a huge liar.
Maybe all the stress of the situation was related to the fact that he had forgotten that he had a new, nice, and pleasant Defense teacher.
Umbridge was already sitting at the professor's desk and Harry couldn't stop thinking about how bad and wrong she looked sitting there, even Barty Crouch Jr. had looked better as a teacher of the subject than the plump witch, maybe it was because the fact that he was in the body of a trained auror, perhaps it was because he knew that Dolores at Hogwarts could only be bad news. The woman was wearing the same pink jacket she had worn the night before and a black ribbon held her blonde curls in place.
Annoyed, he grabbed Neville's attention again and practically forced him to share a desk with him. He watched with boredom as the boy carefully analyzed the book that Dolores had left for each and every one of them on his desk. It wasn't long before the room began to fill. From the corner of his eye, he could see Fran who in a matter of hours had become part of Malfoy's little group.
"Good morning, everyone!" Umbridge greeted them, standing up once all the desks were full. "No, no, no"!" she complained, increasing the timbre in her tone of voice "Is this how you greet your teacher? I would like to hear you say, 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge'. Come, one more time, please. Good afternoon everyone!"
"Good morning, Professor Umbridge" Some hummed, while others had simply slurred their words.
The last time Harry had heard a group of students greeting his teacher that way was when he was in elementary school and instead of the annoyed and irritable teenagers, there were children full of energy.
"That is much better" She congratulated them with feigned sweetness dripping into his words.
Tsunayoshi had never sounded like that. Every time he spoke to Harry his words were soaked in affection and tenderness. Hearing Umbridge speak in the same tone as her uncle was unpleasant.
He put away his wand automatically when Dolores requested it, without paying attention to the outside world.
During the week he had spent with Tsunayoshi he had found himself constantly lost in his thoughts related to the brunet, from the way he cooked the kitchen supplies to how he had arranged the furniture in his room so that both Yamamoto, Gokudera and Harry could attend a movie night.
Not having much to do, he had quickly explored the mansion's very extensive library. He noticed almost immediately that most of the books were about fashion design or psychology, likewise, He discovered that in the center of the library there was a round wooden table with power outlets on the floor. A space designed for a student.
Within one of the psychology books he found that his fixation with his uncle was because he had never experienced a parental raising like that and that apparently his "inner child" was healing childhood wounds.
Inevitably, his attention was drawn back to the present when he heard some of his classmates arguing with the teacher about the lack of practical spells and the importance of the class not being merely theoretical only because the ministry considered that. The professor saying that despite what certain people said, there was nothing dangerous in real life that students needed to learn how to defend themselves against.
He pressed his hand tightly against the rain flame collar and sighed deeply. Without Yamamoto's support, Harry would probably already be in detention for insulting the teacher.
He couldn't help but compare Hermione to a bristly and distrustful cat who constantly tried to set her reality and perspective above everyone else's. Yes, Hermione was a surly cat and although she was arguing with Umbridge, Harry dragged his gaze to Ron, who would be a dog. -Like dogs and cats. -He concluded by remembering all the times his friends had argued over irrelevant things.
He then noticed that Malfoy was silently laughing with his face buried between the pages of his books and wondered if it would be wise to write to his uncle to complain about his first day of fifth grade. He placed his elbow on the table and leaned his face on the palm of his hand, trying to read the text whose letters seemed to dance between lines.
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That night in the large dining room the atmosphere was tense. Although according to what was said in the hallways, the students from the 5th year Ravenclaw class had a similar debate with Dolores Umbridge, this had not caused much curiosity among the students since the Ravenclaw house only wanted to carry out the practice of spells to strengthen their resume, not because they believed there was something to use it against.
Even though the arguments were solid and well supported, the Ravenclaws had not been able to get the teacher to reinstate the practice of spells in the subject.
To his right, Neville had been fidgeting nervously throughout dinner. He glances at his classmates and then stares at Harry waiting for his reaction. It wasn't that Harry was deaf or that he had infinite patience, however, with the influence of the rain flame on him, he had been able to take the time to analyze the things his classmates said and realize that it was just teenage nonsense. They had no idea what they were saying.
He frowned, realizing that his housemates' chatter was nothing but nonsense didn't stop it from irritating him.
Placing his quill on the table and massaging his wrists, he analyzed the nearly 10-inch scroll in front of him and surprised himself at how much he had complained. Now he could understand to some extent why Malfoy was so whiny and wrote to his father every night.
To his left was Hermione and in front of her Ron, Harry had made a superhuman effort to ignore them while having them so close.
"That's enough" -Hermione exclaimed and she stood up furious "Let's go Harry, there's no reason to stay!"
Harry blinked a few times in confusion and assumed that his friend had said his name out of habit, so he sat still until the brunette grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him to move. Across the table, Ron had already stood up.
The table fell silent, many surprised by Hermione's scream. Harry, not understanding anything of what was happening, stood up and allowed the brunette to pull him through the hallways until they had reached the common room, where she shouted the password to the fat lady before the painting even had time to see them.
"How could Dumbledore allow this?!" She bellowed furiously as she hit the armrests of the couch where Croockshanks was taking a nap before getting up, startled by the screams of his owner "How can he allow that woman to teach us?! And in the year of OWLs!"
"Well, it's not like we've had any good teachers" He mumbled under his breath "You know, no one really wants that position. Because of the curse and that".
Hermione stared at him, surprised, as if she hadn't expected Harry to follow along.
"What?" He asked.
"You've been ignoring us since we met in Diagon Alley" The brunette answered "Without an explanation".
"Do I really need to explain to you?" He folded the letter he had written to his uncle and sealed it, tomorrow he would give it to Hedwig. He looked up, meeting the expectant looks from his friends "Oh really?"
"We are not fortune tellers" Hermione crossed her arms.
He raised her eyebrows then, surprised by the audacity the brunette had. As if what they wrote in that letter was nothing more than nonsense that he shouldn't take to heart "Ron's letter?"
The color drained completely from his friend's face as Hermione turned to look at him, asking what Harry meant without actually having to ask. When the redhead didn't give her the answers she wanted, the brunette turned to look at Harry again.
"What does the letter that Ron wrote have?"
"You don't know?" He asked mockingly, perhaps having spent so much time with Mukuro upon his arrival at the Vongola had made him a little mocking, perhaps somewhat sadistic, like the illusionist. His voice lowered as he realized that the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were also in the common room "Do you really have no idea?"
Hermione rolled her eyes "No Harry, I really don't know" She told him slowly, as if she were trying to make a child understand a difficult topic.
He contemplated his options for a couple of seconds before saying anything that might lead things into an unpleasant argument "To begin with, why did you send me that letter if Dumbledore supposedly forbid it?" He barked, more fiercely than he intended "How dare you say that about my uncle? You haven't even spoken to him!"
"Dumbledore authorized us only one letter after your trial, we were all worried about you" The brunette remained silent for a few seconds before she looked away from him to the corner where the twins seemed to be up to some mischief "Hey! If you are planning to experiment with your sweets with the younger grades I will write to your mother!"
The twins immediately turned around in terror, apparently not realizing they were not alone.
"You would not dare" George told him with a broken voice, as if the air had been sucked out of him.
"Try me" Hermione responded, arching her left eyebrow, the twins seemed to be having a telepathic conversation before deciding to leave the common room while complaining under their breath. Lee waved at them before following them "Nothing bad was said, Harry".
Harry just stared at her. Losing his temper wouldn't do him much good.
"What did you write in the letter, Ron?" Hermione questioned when she got no response from Harry. Ron, who had previously seemed grateful that the brunette was distracted by the twins, sat up, straightening his back and placing his hands on her legs "So?"
Yeah, maybe he should start spending more time with Ryohei, to even out his new personality traits. How much he was enjoying questioning Ron was not normal.
"Well, I wrote what we discussed…" He responded, looking away.
Hermione, not believing the redhead, looked at Harry again "What did you write, Harry?"
He smiled slyly before answering her "Oh, all nice things, really" He crossed his legs and licked his lips before continuing "You know, things like the Dursleys didn't love me and neither did my uncle".
Hermione's mouth opened in surprise, however no words came out of her mouth before her face turned crimson and she looked indignantly at the redhead "Ron!" She cried.
"Hey! You agreed with me!"
"But you didn't have to say it that way!" She squealed again before rubbing her face with both hands roughly "Harry, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to say it like that".
"Didn't mean to say it like that?" He asked, frowned, separated his back from the back of his chair and rested his elbows on his thighs "Then how?"
Hermione seemed to have realized that it was not a topic he was willing to let go. "Well... we..." The brunette was silent for a couple of seconds while she looked askance at Ron and then at Harry "We were just worried, Harry".
"You were not worried enough to write to me even though according to you I should have arrived where you were at the beginning of the month". He answered quickly "Only until Dumbledore said I was with someone",
"Okay, yes. He told us you were with your mother's brother. But Harry!" - Harry frowned, curious as to what the brunette would say "Before you didn't even know you had an uncle! Why did he appear until now? What if he wants something important from you? What if he's really just pretending to get close to you? Your Aunt Petunia is a horrible person and they are siblings! It's logical, right? There must be a reason why no one mentioned him before…"
Harry stood up, annoyed "Shut up" He barked, almost gnashing his teeth "You don't know him, how dare you?!"
Hermione raised her hands in a gesture of peace, but the hard expression on her face had not disappeared "Well Harry, you're right, I don't know him. But neither do you!"
"I've been living with hime since the second of the month! I know him better than you!"
Hermione, seeing that Harry was not willing to give in and that the signs of becoming violent were evidently increasing, sighed deeply, she would try to reason with him another time "I apologize, I should not have spoken without knowing".
Harry blinked a few times, surprised that he had won an argument against the brunette, and began to inhale and exhale through his mouth as a relaxation exercise, but Ron stood up more fiercely than Harry had done "Well, not me! I don't apologize for anything!"
"Oh no?" He questioned, approaching while he clenched his fists tightly "And why not?"
"Come on, mate! It's not like you have excellent judgment in choosing who to trust! It always bites you in the ass!"
Harry's face quickly turned crimson and he felt the heat quickly rise to his cheeks. Ron looked like an excellent target to try out the new punches Ryohei had taught him "So you think?" He sputtered, clenching his teeth tightly and narrowing his eyes "Maybe you're right, you even gave the example".
Ron looked at him perplexed and took two steps back and after thinking about it for a few seconds, Harry did too. From the corner of his eye he could see Hermione standing in the same spot with her fingers intertwined at her chest as she shifted her weight between her legs nervously.
"Well, Weasley. Keep your excellent judgment, I don't need it" He then straightened his back to gain height, even knowing that Ron would still be taller than him "Say something about my uncle again and I'll punch you in the mouth"
As the common room was still empty he assumed that it was not curfew yet, Harry turned around and angrily left the Gryffindor common room on his way to the owlery while taking his quill out of his robe pocket, now he would have to tell his uncle what had just happened with Ron and what better way to send him the letter that same day, before he went crazy.
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"Harry…Harry" hummed Fran, who had finally separated from Malfoy for a few minutes "Harry, Harry".
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, he was still extremely angry from his argument with Ron and had had the bad luck of running into Fran when he had decided to return to the common room when curfew started. He couldn't even see him, the green-haired boy had created the illusion that he wasn't there and he could only hear him, as if he was going crazy.
He didn't even know how the boy had been able to find him, since Harry was wearing the invisibility cloak.
"What?" He whispered under his breath, trying not to shout in case Filch, Mrs. Norris or a teacher was nearby "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to make sure you were okay, of course" Without needing to see his face, Harry knew that Fran was lying, because he wouldn't care to check on him without direct orders from his uncle "I've heard some interesting rumors out there".
"Aha, so what?"
"How nasty" The boy complained loudly, Harry was probably the only one who could hear him thanks to the illusionist's skills "Don't you want to know what it's about, Potty?"
He stared straight ahead, trying not to lose control and scream "What rumors?" He relented, knowing perfectly well what the frog boy was referring to.
"About you-know-who"The green-haired boy whispered as if he were really afraid of a dark lord he had never heard of, Harry didn't believe him "And how you are crazy".
"Really? It seems that you are no good for gossip, they are old rumors".
"Heh? I'm great at gossiping" The green-haired boy screamed indignantly "And you are good at telling lies".
Harry stopped dead "Oh yeah? Then you're dumber than I thought".
"You are dumb, only a fool would say that something exists that no one believes exists. I can say it because I can make others believe that it exists, if you beg me maybe I will help you make them believe in you".
"I don't want your help" He spat.
" Are you sure? Because you are nothing more than a liar to everyone. Harry Pottiar!" What bothered Harry the most was that Fran's tone of voice hadn't even changed, the words they said didn't seem like the mockery they were, he seemed like he meant it "Did you know that Tsuna hates lies? Tsuna is going to hate Pottiar!"
It was too much, Ron's words, Hermione's and now Fran's teasing made him reach the edge "Shut up! You know nothing!"He bellowed as he removed his cloak at a moment where his judgment became clouded "Voldemort is back, you are the fools for not believing it!"
"Ehem, ehem".
Harry fell silent immediately and his body stiffened.
"Mr. Potter... what a coincidence to find you here" He heard Fran giggle in his ear "Turn around".
Knowing that he had screwed up he turned around to meet the big smile from Dolores Umbridge who looked at him calmly from two meters away with her fingers intertwined in front of her.
"It's not okay to tell lies, Mr. Potter."
He was aware that he would regret it, but it was not reason enough to remain silent. "The one who lies is you, just like the minister".
"What you say could be considered insubordination, Mr. Potter. You better be careful" The smile had disappeared from Dolores's face which caused Harry to feel somewhat satisfied.
"What you do is put everyone at risk, professor". He drawled the title contemptuously as he crossed his arms over her chest "Maybe you are Death Eater"
Dolores's cheeks flushed red at Harry's accusation and frowned, causing every feature of her plump face to contort into an ugly grimace "I hope you can keep your words, Mr. Potter. You will have detention with me starting tomorrow. I will not allow people like you to insult our minister. Don't worry, I'll tell Minerva about your punishment. Now, go back to your common room, you already have enough problems without wandering aroun"d.
Harry gritted his teeth and quickly walked past the teacher who had regained her smile. He ignored Fran's next comments and once he was in the common room he went straight to sleep.
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Azienda agricultural Mimiani. Sicily, Italy.
September 2, 1995.
10:00 AM
Sasagawa Kyoko considered herself a truly lucky person.
Since she was a child she had been called a beautiful girl, with her soft red hair and her honey-colored eyes. Her calm temperament and talent for academic work. During her youth, much was said about her doll-like skin, free of imperfections, pale and soft, she had been complimented on her sense of fashion, her dedication to home and her parents, and she had been surrounded by loving people who appreciated her for who she was. .
Now as an adult, she had a loving husband who would be able give her moon if she asked, even though she had no children, she had a beautiful niece, she lived close to her brother and her best friend and was protected by the Vongola as if she were gold. Even she had managed to overcome all the difficulties that her destiny had imposed on her.
The day in Sicily was warm, the grass around the farm moved with the wind and the only noise that could be heard was the laughter of her niece who was playing with her parents' sheepdog.
Three horses, 5 chickens, 4 sheep and 6 hectares of land were her possessions. She had ventured into the world of fashion and although she had not managed to be a highly renowned designer, she had definitely gained a nice reputation. Her fortune increased every day thanks to her new designs that had hit the center of youthful interest that season.
Still, there were days like this where melancholy washed over her and she wondered if she was really satisfied with what she had. Days where the sun warmed the skin exposed by her dress and she missed the warmth and unconditional love that only Tsuna had been able to give her.
His niece could well be a representation of her childhood, a tender and kind girl who had inherited her father's big eyes along with his skin slightly tanned by the Italian heat and beautiful silver eyes, long, brown and wavy hair like her mother. She had a calm countenance and possessed incredible emotional maturity.
It was everything Kyoko had imagined her children with the tenth would be.
But she had been a coward, she had let the stress and pressure of it bring her to her knees and she had given up on a wonderful life. Even with everything she had, she sometimes wondered if her life had been written to be a romantic tragedy. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the warmth on her skin and the wind that made her hat dance.
She was a bad sister, she also envied the life his brother had managed to build for him, her brother who throughout his life had been a scandalous man and too passionate to take his personal relationships seriously , a warm home, a happy marriage, desired parenthood. A field where he could cultivate and raise as many animals as he wanted, with a secure and promising retirement in the future. Everything Kyoko had strived for.
Sasagawa Kyoko considered herself a very lucky person, but she also considered herself a person who had not received everything she deserved.
The only neighbor her brother had besides her was Hibari Kyoya, with whom her brother had established a close but discreet friendship, the feared prefect of the high school where they had both studied. The Vongola tenth had given him a dojo identical to the one he had in Namimori on the outskirts of Vongola territory to give him space that he required. In the distance, passing the wheat field, he saw him arrive and get out of his car with his shoulders tense, his complexion extremely pale, and with the cameo that he never took off hanging outside his shirt.
She remembered the visit that Reborn had paid her and the envelope that was still inside the pocket of her black coat hanging in the closet of her room. Kyoko smiled slightly. She was a very lucky person who had not received everything she deserved and who was not good or as kind as others believed and she let the satisfaction run through her body from head to toe.
At least she wasn't the only one who had lost the love of her life.
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The longest chapter of this fic used to be chap 5 with 9,006 words, now this is the longest with 9,540.
I was reading "The only magic left is between us" and I decided that if I wasn't happy, nobody would be.
Then I saw it had a happy ending, but I was already translating the chapter so I decided against changing the ending. I'm sorry.
Also I lost myself reading Dark!Tomarry recs (If you have any drop 'em please) and oh Lord, I got so many ideas. I already now how this book is going to end, and the las book of this series as well hahahahhahahahah,
