A/N: Surprise I'm not dead! And I don't own anything, I'm poor.

Winky is waiting for the duo the moment Harry steps foot outside of the elevator to her private floor that hosts only one other suite, probably having sensed her mistress approaching the moment she had entered the hotel's glass doors. Having forewarned her, Winky is standing illusioned as a human, with plain brown hair and eyes, nondescript features, and wearing a classic maid's uniform. Harry couldn't be happier having the nanny elf with her as while Kreacher had come to adore his mistress - she honored Regulus, she brought the House of Black up from the pits, had made it a house of honor once again, and was even raising the next Black Heir - he loathed being around muggles and could never stop his muttering insults, which made it all the more difficult to hide in plain sight. He adored Teddy, was fascinated by the Black Heir having a long-dormant trait-like his mother had, and practically bowed and scraped over the infant whenever given the opportunity.

Harry had long since asked Kreacher to dedicate his time to finding the cast-off Black family members, those who were once-unwanted, and to care for the Black family properties. It kept the older house-elf busy and most importantly, out of the way of her vacation. It helped give him the feeling of self-importance of helping to revive the once Great house of Black.

"Greetings Mistress and guest." Winky welcomes grandly as the duo approaches, dropping down in a deep curtsey with her head bowed. She has every fiber of her being radiating with servitude, eyes dropped down to the ground and not rising until given leave to do so. Harry drops a hand down to pat at her head, smiling kindly at the illusioned house-elf as she rose gracefully from her curtsey but stayed where she was standing.

"I'm glad to be back, Winky. This is Reborn, the gentleman who helped me escape. Reborn, this is Winky." She gestured in greeting before stepping into the suite and feeling the protective wards register her arrival. They brush against her and her guest, welcoming her and inspecting his intent before allowing him entry. Despite only being temporary and moveable, similar in many aspects to the ward stones Hermione had created during their year-long camping trip, they were still strong as she had heavily imbued her magic into it. She refused to go anywhere without basic wards now for protection when she had Teddy depending on her. Too many kidnapping and assassination attempts on herself had caused her to be wary. After all, it wasn't paranoia if they really were after you.

A soft coo from further in the suite quickly gathered her attention and the witch made her way to the living space of the suite, wherein a soft rocker laid Teddy, who was distracted by the hanging mobile above him which boasted a black, furry dog, a stag and doe, a friendly grey wolf and a pink bee (as Tonks had always reminded Harry of a bee, busy and moving and unable to be still for a single moment). The young godmother immediately gathered him up in her arms, resting her cheek against his head as she wrapped her magic - which was orange-tinted once again - around him in a loving embrace. Nothing soothed him more than feeling the soft, loving warmth of magic. She pointedly ignored the soft choking sound Reborn made behind her as he entered the suite. Whether it was by her child or her magic, she wasn't sure. The Italian's she had noticed, tended to flaunt their magic physically, walking around with it proudly displayed so she didn't think anything of it by letting it ooze out. They also frequently had different colors associated with their magic - Harry had noted the abundance of blue and indigo, red and yellow, green and purple, and on a lesser note, an orange similar to her own.

Harry hummed under her breath as she rocked the infant in her arms, swaying lightly. "I missed you, my love." She allowed herself another moment to cuddle him before the calls of nature took precedence and laid him back down before turning back towards her guest. "I'm going to shower quickly and change out of my clothes. Winky can show you to one of the bathrooms if you need it. I'll be back shortly."

With that said, the witch was eager to turn and head further into the suite to the luxurious master bathroom that boasted a whirlpool tub and a separate walk-in shower. It was her one guilty pleasure, especially after using the Prefect's bath in her Fourth Year. Being on the run during her Seventh year had taught her to appreciate the finer things that while she hadn't necessarily taken for granted (living with the Dursley's had often meant going several days between being able to properly bathe herself, or simply using the hose to wash herself off), it had certainly brought about the desperate need to shower frequently now that she was able to and spending just an hour or so in the bath always relaxed her more than she had ever expected. It gave her the valuable time to rest by herself, without the outside world demanding one thing or another from her.

Harry smiled as she walked into the room, noting that Winky had already prepared the bath for her with rose petals and scented oils. Everything she needed cosmetically was lined up on a rolling tray next to the bath itself, loaded with bottles of body wash, shampoo, conditioner, bubbles, soaps, bath bombs, and salt mixes. Within moments, Harry shed the dirty clothes she was wearing and slipped into the water, nothing could beat a hot bath after not showering for several days.

Renato Sinclair couldn't believe his luck regarding this entire experience and what had happened over the past twenty-four hours. He had allowed himself to be kidnapped by the Scavo Familiga so that he could investigate their sudden brags and claims about having an all-powerful sky. Timoteo had hired him to find out more information about what the Scavo family had done as their Familiga wasn't known for having strong Skies let alone pure ones. The whole situation had seemed off and Renato himself, had found it suspicious and had arranged a scenario where he allowed himself to be kidnapped, as if these low-lives, these scum could have ever gotten the drop on him, the World's Greatest Hitman - he was good at waiting out the enemy and had already begun healing the wounds from his torture session, just a disappointment.

They had barely caused any internal bruising and most of it was only superficial. He had been thoroughly disgusted with their lack of pride in their work and had planned on escaping the pitiful ropes holding him and exploring the property only for a young woman practically bleeding out Sky flames to appear in his room. They had been vibrant, unrestrained, and pulsing fiercely around her that he had paused and basked in their warmth as they caressed against his skin in curiosity. So young, so strong, she likely had no idea what she was doing and he had to restrain a shudder going through his body before he took charge of the situation. He had presumed that she was the sky in question considering she did not look like she belonged here with the Scavo's. She was definitely one of the English, her soft accent floating in the air only added how much she did not belong with the Scavo's and he resolved to help her escape as well. The very thought of leaving a young sky alone, surrounded by the bastardly Scavo left a bad taste in his mouth and had his flames raging in pure hatred of the idea. He would escort her to safety, he would ensure she arrived safely in the arms of the familiga before he allowed another flame user to possibly harm her.

He knew next to nothing about her, regardless of the fact that he noted she was covered in scars - ones that spoke of childhood abuse and several scars that looked as if they should have been fatal. Including the carving of words in her hand that made the Sun in him pulse angrily at the thought that she had been tortured, especially as a child as he noted how young she looked and how old the scars seemed to be, several years old judging by how faded they were in her skin. She would have been a young teenager. He wondered if she was the victim of Sky Envy - especially with how powerful she was, he wouldn't be surprised to hear at how another Sky resented her and attacked her or even someone who wanted her to be their sky attacked her in rage, it wouldn't be the first time he had heard of it happening before.

He had witnessed it several times himself, where a Sky had two basic reactions to another Sky (with the only exception being unless they were directly blood related) when it came to other Skies: either they loved each other, bonded fiercely in friendship or one loathed the other and would set out to harm or destroy the other. The worst was when an element became obsessed over a sky; Reborn had seen elements self-destruct when they inevitably were looked over or the sky chose someone else. He had seen some retaliate by attacking the sky or exploding and attempting to kill anyone who happened to be in the vicinity to them. It was nasty to witness, and one reason why he had long since stepped away from desperately searching for a Sky once he realized that none either interested him or were strong enough to pull him in.

Deciding to escort her out of the building and to safety, surprised that not only was a Sky doing whatever they pleased but that she held no guardians, he introduced himself to her as Reborn, not wanting to give her his real name quite yet. She seemed almost naive about the mafia and certainly perplexed when he had a few subtle hints in their conversations. Perhaps she really was clueless, a civilian who had been kidnapped by the Scavo's indeed. It would explain why he did not know of her and how the Scavo's got a hold of her, especially if they just picked her up off the street. A civilian Sky without a single guardian, she was just asking to be kidnapped.

Along the way of escorting her back to her hotel, Renato was surprised to find out that she was a part of the Nero Famiglia except that unless she was the world's greatest actress, he had a funny feeling she didn't know what the Famiglia part meant. They were an old family, if not one of the oldest in the mafia, having been a nobility when Rome was at its highest peak of conquest.

The Nero Famiglia typically stayed out of the way of the politics surrounding everything and there was a vast amount of rumors about them having different branches of the family in different countries. They all answered to one Boss, who hadn't visited Italy for a few decades, and in all likelihood, this little Sky probably was the new Nero Boss which made the whole situation a lot more interesting. A new boss who didn't know anything about flames or the mafia. The fact that the Scavo's had abducted the Nero boss and held her hostage meant that the Scavo Familiga would not be around for very much longer as it was akin to declaring war. The Nero's were known for wiping entire famiglias off the face of the world, hunting down every last man, woman, and child-related to them. They had done so with several old Famiglias back in the day, for one insult or another. They were known for being ruthless, cunning, and vengeful.

Reborn couldn't help but think that the entire situation was odd: why had she come to Italy now? Why did she have no guardians? What was going on with her? And where was the father of the child? He didn't want to believe that the father of the child could just walk away from the situation, especially considering her high status but he could feel the soft rainy-ness the boy seemed to exude that had Reborn feeling like the father had been an active rain. If they had been an active rain, why had they not bonded? Why was the rain not protecting her? The girl wasn't married, she had no ring or even a mark on her finger suggesting that she took one-off. The only ring she had was a large family emblem that looked like a Lord's ring which helped cement what he learned about her. There were so many questions he wanted to be answered and it seemed like none of them would be with the way things were heading.

He sighed softly, taking a moment to gaze around the impressive bathroom he had been directed to by the maid. Though judging by the sharp way the woman watched him from the moment he had appeared by the Sky's side, Reborn didn't believe for one moment that the maid wouldn't leap to her mistress's defense the moment he showed the slightest bit of aggression. The maid radiated no flames, not even latent ones but Reborn had no doubt that the woman would brutally attempt to murder him if he showed ill-will to her masters. It was good the Sky had a loyal servant with her, as she seemed like the type who was stubborn and reckless and often in trouble. And at least the maid seemed to not trust him, which was a major point in her favor. The young Boss seemed almost too-trusting and it rankled his instincts something fierce. That just begged for someone to take advantage of, if someone hadn't already and he wondered if that was the reason why she was alone, with no guardians but seemed to follow the adaptation of, 'once bitten, twice shy'.

Skies should be protected, should be watched over, and allowed to grow and flourish but they should also be wary of being attacked on any battlefield: physically, mentally, or politically. She seemed to have a strong lack of self-esteem that did not bode well for her future. Anyone could take advantage of her and it would not be good. Not for herself, her famiglia or her future elements. He had a feeling he would not enjoy finding out why exactly her self-esteem was so low on its own.

The matter was taken out of his hands when he had walked back into the open living space of the suite to find the woman radiating her flames to gently caress the child, soothing licks that elicited peels of baby babble. Reborn couldn't stop himself from choking in surprise. For a woman who had no idea what flames were, she had a surprising grasp of control that was astonishing if she was able to touch her child without her flames harming the other occupants in the room. Once he was calm, he took a seat on the sofa provided and gestured for her to take a seat across from him. He shuddered in his seat as her flames, curious and innocent, surged over him, playful against his own and enticing them to come to explore. If he didn't have as strong of control over himself, he would happily let his flames mix with hers and what she offered - except he was a gentleman through and through and he refused to bond with someone who had no idea of what they were offering, no matter how innocently seductive her flames were.

Reborn shuddered once more before he began explaining to her what her flames were and how they were manifested. It would be too dangerous for her to remain ignorant of such a thing for any longer as she was already active: a Sky and a powerful element in her own right. It simply spelled disaster to not say something. And while Reborn was all about chaos: he lived for it, thrived from it, bathed in it, he did not want misfortune to end up her way, not when she had not one iota of the dangers that would follow her for the rest of her life.

Harry took a moment to gaze at the man she had invited into her suite, "So you mean to tell me, that the orange flames represent something entirely different?" She asked, tilting her head lightly as she coaxed one to appear in her hand, it was a small thing, barely a wisp but it flowed gracefully in her hand, hypnotic almost in its gentle sway.

"Yes, the flames of the Sky are what holds the harmony of the Storm, Mist, Cloud, Rain, Lightning, and Sun. Everyone wishes to find the Sky that gives them harmony, one that fits them." He explained.

"What do the different flames mean?" She asked.

"Sun is yellow with the power of Activation. Cloud is purple with Propagation. The storm is red with Disintegration. Mist is indigo with Construction. Rain is blue with Tranquility. Lightning is green with Hardening. And finally, to complete the set is Sky, an orange, whose power is Harmony, bringing all of the other flames under their sky."

"This...bonding. It's consensual right? The Sky can't force them?" She hesitantly asked, drawing back into herself and Reborn was painfully reminded that she probably had to deal with others forcing themselves onto her, attracted to her Sky flames, and sought quickly to fix that idea.

"Skies cannot force someone to bond and flames will never accept a Sky that is weaker than their own. Skies are rare in our society and highly sought after - which is most likely why you were kidnapped. They would have tried forcing you to accept some of their elements and then you would have been tied down to them afterward. The bonding, it's a serious matter, one for life. It bonds the flames to the Sky and it should be a serious matter, with courting.

Unfortunately, there are unscrupulous members of our society who believe that forcing themselves on a Sky is the way to attain one." He glanced away from her face, scowl deepening across his face before he turned his attention back to her, "Once it gets out that the Scavo famiglia tried forcing a Sky, it is game over for them. They are without honor, and they will be blacklisted for what they have done if they aren't annihilated altogether in retaliation."

"Why, why would they be?" She asked head tilted curiously.

Reborn gazed at her sadly, noting that she was genuinely curious why anyone would care and he had to hold back the sigh that threatened to escape. "The old mafioso follow a set of rules, ones that we follow religiously as that is our code. To go against the code invites unwarranted chaos and the Vindice upon us all." He made a quick sign of the cross as if it would ward them away.

To her credit, she merely blinked once at the information before deftly moving on, choosing not to ask who it was that struck fear into his heart. "So are the other flames absolutely necessary for a Sky?"

Reborn gazed at her for a moment, leaning back in his seat. "A Sky needs a full set of Guardians. Having even one open spot could lead to others attempting to force you into the bond. The role of the Guardians is to protect the Sky, especially while they build their set. Look for guardians who match the principles and morals you follow, which is part of what courting is meant to do - to weed out those who will be an ill fit."

The Sky stared at him, eyeing him momentarily before whispering, "I think I had a mist - if, if what you said is true."

Reborn's eyes raised momentarily before he asked hesitantly, "Do you wish to tell me about your mist?"

"They were a set of twins - creative and curious and mischievous about everything they did. Last Spring, there were terrorist attacks in England you know, and we got caught at school during one of them. Fred, he, he was crushed by a wall in front of us - and George broke. He lost his other half and -" she glanced away, face etched in heartbreak.

Reborn couldn't stop the urge in his flames even if he wanted to - and he most certainly did not, he might not be a cuddly man or an affectionate one, but even he couldn't help sympathy from pouring out of him as he moved to sit next to her and gather her in his arms as silent sobs escaped her. Her shoulders shook as she cried, quietly, silently and Reborn had to look up at the ceiling. The only reason why someone cried silently was often that they were punished for being loud, they cried not for attention but simply because the weight on their hearts was too heavy. He simply held the young woman tighter, offering soothing words as he waited for her to settle down.

Minutes passed quietly, and Reborn glanced over to the crib where he noticed that the maid had disappeared with the child, most likely to allow her mistress time to recover without worrying about upsetting the baby and the Sun was thankful for her insight in the matter. The Sky sniffled once, rubbing her face to clear the tears from her face before she glanced up at him and Reborn could feel his heart drop and his flames flare briefly. The sight of her, with bright green eyes, dark lashes, framed by tears and the open, emotional face had him glancing away just as quickly. That was a sight that would have him destroying famiglia's, he decided, and it was a dangerous one. "I've...I've never cried like that before." She murmured as Reborn tugged her closer, allowing her to gain some more comfort from the hold.

"Can I ask what happened with the child's father? I can tell that he was a Rain, but I am curious why he wouldn't have bonded with you?" Reborn asked softly, raising one hand to card it carefully through her hai

"Remus, he wouldn't have been my Rain." She paused, before a soft, 'oh' escaped her as some realization hit. "He, he would have been my dad's."

Reborn couldn't stop his eye twitch if he tried. Her father's Rain begat a child with her. That spoke of a lot of things that would need plenty of counseling. "Ah," he said, trying to figure out what to say.

"My parents were murdered when I was one." He winced again, if the Rain had lost its Sky, he would latch onto the one thing that would hold him stable, it was never a good obsession and almost never turned out well, which would explain why the Rain would have a child with the child of his Sky. It made him feel disgusted knowing that the adult had probably taken advantage of her, considering she would have grown up with him as an adult figure and looked up to and trusted him. "If," she paused in thought, "If my dad was a Sky, which makes sense when you consider how popular the Potter's have always been, and Remus was his Rain, then Sirius was probably his Storm? Maybe his Cloud? Mum was definitely his Lightning and, Pettigrew," she spat the name out with pure hatred that had his eyes widening in surprise. He had begun thinking that she wouldn't be capable. "Pettigrew probably wasn't a part of his set considering he betrayed everyone."

Reborn winced lightly before tucking her in closer, "Remus and Tonks got married during the attacks and they named me Godmother of Teddy. They both died during the final battle and Andy, she's Tonk's mum, she said she was too old to take care of an infant so I have custody of him."

The Hitman had to pause, shaking away his previous misconceptions, "So, the child isn't yours biologically with the Rain?"

Harry glanced up at him, wrinkling her nose in disgust, "Ew. No, Remus was like my other godfather. If anything, Sirius and Remus were dating before Sirius d-died and then he married Tonks. It's complicated."

He blinked, "Ah."

"Teddy's mine though, I've claimed him as mine. I might not have given birth to him but I'm going to give him a better childhood than I got, I'm going to raise him the way he deserves." She explained earnestly.

"I believe you," he murmured to her before he gently kissed the top of her head. Silence drifted between the duo for several minutes before she spoke again.

"Do the flames create false feelings or anything?"

Reborn quirked an eyebrow at the thought before shaking his head and responding, "No, if anything you'll feel things more amplified by how you are feeling."

"I feel like my flames know you like I could trust you, to protect my back." She whispered and Reborn stiffened up in surprise, eyes widening under his hat. Harry leaned her head back to stare at him, and Reborn couldn't help the flinch at the sight of the bright orange blazing proudly in her eyes. "I feel comfortable with you like you are safe and mine."

Reborn licked his lips momentarily, "Sometimes, it's best to trust your flames. To follow their intuition. I can promise you, I will never knowingly harm you, I would fight your enemies and I would offer you everything that I am as your Sun."

Harry pulled away from him, orange sparking as her head tilted, "Will you fight side by side with me or will you lock me away in a tower?"

"I have a feeling, that you like to fight your own battles." He mused and couldn't stop the flush that spread as she grinned at him, wild and carefree and so utterly beautiful in it's harmony that his breath hitched.

"Reborn, my name is Hariel Lilian Potter, and I would be honored to have you as my Sun." She reached out with her hand and the Sun chuckled.

He accepted it before raising it to place a kiss on the back of her hand. "I would be honored to be the Sun that rests in your Sky. My name is Renato Sinclair, Mio cielo1."

The moment his lips touched her hand, her bright, warm flames rushed out of her as if finally given permission and coaxed his own out. Reborn hadn't heard of many bonding as quickly as they had but he wouldn't ever say no to such a heartwarming person.

It took several minutes for their flames to die down long enough for the duo to cuddle again, with Reborn pulling her in closer. Winky appeared with tea, placing it down on the table in front of them before disappearing again. And while it wasn't coffee, he supposed he could forgive the maid just this once. He reached over to pick up the cup, handing one first to his Sky - but only after sending a brief pulse of his flames into the tea, checking for any poisons, while she had survived this long without anyone, she definitely seemed like a danger magnet and he wouldn't put it past her enemies to attempt to poison her. He took a long sip of his own tea once he was assured of her being comfortable with her own.

She paused as if she had just remembered something before she turned towards him and pulled a pacifier out from under her shirt. "Do you know anything about this?"

He couldn't stop the spit-take if he tried, though he would deny it to his deathbed that he ever did as he stared at the item. "Wha... how?" He glanced between her and the pacifier, in shock.

Harry blinked up at him, "I'm not really sure? Some weird old guy gave it to me back when I was a kid."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I was in the garden weeding for Aunt Petunia and some guy told me that I could help save the world if I agreed to wear it." She shrugged, "It hurt for a while, probably until I was twelve?" She paused, "Yeah, eleven when Quirrel tried killing me."

"I'm sorry, who tried killing you?" Reborn asked, looking horribly concerned.

"My Defense teacher. It's alright though, my orange flames came out and burnt his face off and his hands when they touched me." She pointedly ignored him holding his hands in front of his face. "And then I died when I was twelve after I got bitten by the Basilisk and my soul was almost sucked out when I was thirteen and then I participated in a lethal tournament that killed a classmate, was tortured when I was fourteen and then when I was fifteen, I was tortured again, witness my godfather die for me, and then got possessed - but only for like, a couple of minutes, it's fine - and at sixteen I watched my mentor get murdered in front of me and then the seventh year was just a giant mess."

Reborn breathed out softly, looking horribly pained. "I'm sorry, I'm still in shock after the pacifier. What? What?" He blinked rapidly, "Oh cazzo. This, this is fate giving me my due for all the chaos I've caused isn't it?" He murmured to himself, rubbing a hand across his face.

Harry blinked at him in surprise, eyes no longer shining orange, but instead just red and puffy from crying. "I probably shouldn't tell you about the time that I literally got murdered and then woke back up, huh?"

"Madre di Dio."

A/N: I honestly love Remus, this was purely from Reborn's point of view and how he was thinking that Harry had been taken advantage of, honestly! But that misunderstanding was cleared up quickly.

Also, Reborn took up all the screentime. I meant to have another member join this chapter - but that didn't happen. *shrugs* Instead they had a little heart-to-heart talk that I didn't realize was very much needed.

No, instead I've dealt with my kiddo being sick and me having to take care of him for two months while he recovered - please keep safe my darlings during the pandemic. There is nothing scarier than watching your loved ones - especially a 4-year-old gasping for breath because he can't breathe and it's the most terrifying sound in the world. Depression I've been battling with, and I've been working full time this entire year except for our 3 months in Quarantine when my spawn was sick.

Instead, I finally said fuck it to everything and said I needed to get this out ASAP. Tada!

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