Disclaimer: I do not own anything as much as I adore the characters of KHR and like Harry Potter.

A.N. Starting a new story and I will make no promises on finishing anything. Both myself and my muse have the attention span of a goldfish. I have recently gotten into KHR and this story idea has been bugging me with scenes for weeks now though. It will likely only cover Harry's first year at Hogwarts if I do finish this story unless I get some awesome ideas to continue it (if it manages to get past a few chapters even).

The story is set five years after the ending of KHR and Tsuna finally gave up and became Vongola Decimo for the sake of his family and is working on trying to change the Vongola. The Vongola Famiglia is 400-years old here (although the mafia only started during the early 1800s) in order to fit them into the wizarding world a bit better. I'm going to assume Tsuna's family tree does not show all Giotto's descendents and several more greats are added to Giotto and Tsuna's relationship. Just assume the mafia has been around for longer in history(just better hidden).

Harry is six at the start of this story. Just ignore that in the books Harry was born in 1980. I wanted to be able to use modern technology and fit the KHR and it's technology in. Also this is a abused!Harry story even though my normal interpretation of the Dursleys is that they are mostly just emotionally abusive and neglectful.

I have no beta-reader so any mistakes are definitely mine.

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Titles and Japanese suffixes will be in whatever font that the sentence is in.

Meeting a Sky

Cold winds gusted through dead foliage, swaying the branches of trees that had lost even their autumn splendor. The twilight sky provided only the last remnants of golden color gradually fading into dark blue. Even then, very little of that feeble light remained. The colder and more blustery winds and chilly temperatures had driven most people indoors to the comfort of central heating. Despite the weather, a young man wrapped up in a long black leather coat and wearing a finely tailored pinstriped suit, strolled at a leisurely pace through the tree lined path. The wind blew through his spiky brown hair, pushing the soft bangs back from his delicate face.

Tsunayoshi Sawada-Vongola smiled as he felt the cold winds brush against his face as his feet clad in expensive Italian leather shoes made hardly any noise as they strode though the dead leaves littering Hyde Park in London. The young man, affectionately called Tsuna by his friends and family, had just finished with a meeting with a potential ally at the Mandarin Oriental near the famous park. Having finished the meeting early since the British mafia group he was meeting with was very anxious to form an alliance with the powerful and influential Vongola Famiglia and thus was willing to agree to all the Vongola's terms, Tsuna had decided to go stretch his legs by taking a walk in the nearby park. Normally the young Vongola Don would not be allowed by his overprotective and fanatically loyal guardians to wander alone in a foreign country, but Tsuna's famed hyper-intuition told him that he must take this stroll and he must do it alone. It was because of his hyper-intuition pounding mercilessly at his senses that even had Tsuna coming to London for this alliance meeting in the first place. Meetings like the one from today were usually assigned to one of his guardians to negotiate, but as soon as Tsuna read the date and location of the meeting his intuition stabbed at his head informing him he needed to be the one to go. Years of his tutor beating (literally) into his head that he should always trust his intuition had Tsuna pausing from assigning Hayato to the mission and instead assigning himself to it along side his Storm Guardian.

Since officially taking up the mantle of Vongola Decimo two years ago after graduating from high school, Tsuna and his family had moved to Italy taking up residence at the Vongola Mansion outside Palmero. Tsuna had rarely ever been allowed to travel to any area that was not directly under Vongola control much less alone. The specter of his death in the alternate time-line still haunted his family even those that pretended not to care for the softhearted boss, thus he was never left alone. The guilt of the emotional turmoil that his future self put his family through made Tsuna generally comply with his guardians' overprotective tendencies. Today however, even knowing how his faithful Storm Guardian would panic, the brunet slipped out of the hotel after a late lunch had wrapped up in order to follow the instructions that his hyper-intuition was kicking him in the head with. He had followed it thus far. Might as well see it to whatever ends it led him.

Just as the Don was getting tired of the cold weather (although he could have used his flames to warm himself up internally and negate the cold), Tsuna's training and hyper-intuition enhanced hearing picked up soft whimpering noises that sounded like a hurt animal. Figuring this was the reason his intuition had been insisting on his taking this walk in the cold weather, the brunet zero-ed in on the sounds and made his way as quietly as he could to where the whimpers originated from. He found a small tree hollow that looked like it would fit a medium-sized animal. Trying to make as little noise as possible so as to not frighten whatever was inside the hollow, Tsuna poked his head in.

Waiting a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, the young man scanned the inside of the little shelter looking for the source of the pitiful noises. His eyes widened in shock and dismay when instead of finding an injured animal like he expected he instead saw a young child, battered and shivering. The little boy (as his intuition told him) looked no older than maybe four or five years old and was wearing dirty clothes that were at least three sizes too large for his tiny frame. The clothes were much too thin for this cold weather and the boy had on no coat or even a jacket to ward off the chilly temperatures. It was obvious the child had ducked into this little hollow in order to escape from the frigid winds. Even in the dark, Tsuna could tell that the child had been beaten from the way the child huddled into himself. Anger coursed through the famiglia head as he could feel the heat of his flames ignite within him at the sight, but he forced the flames back for fear of scaring the child, but he allowed the calm analytical mind set of his Hyper Dying Will Mode to take over him. He needed to be careful and calm to help this boy. Something told him this child had been beaten and then abandoned and Tsuna swore that he would find the culprit and make them pay.

Using as gentle of a voice as he could manage and putting on his most reassuring smile Tsuna spoke to the child coaxingly, "Little one, would you let me help you?"

It was cold and he hurt. The little boy who only knew himself as "Freak" and "Boy" as those were the only things his relatives who he knew were called an uncle and and aunt that only allowed him to call them "Sir" and "Ma'am", shivered. He was thankful he had found this hole in a tree to hide from the wind in. The cold made him long for his little cupboard under the stairs of his relatives house. It was at least warm. The pain in his stomach that he knew was hunger was something he was accustomed to. Even the pain of bruises was normal for him though there was a sharper pain in his arm and chest. He didn't know where he could go or what he would do but he was pretty sure that he could not go back to his cupboard.

He should have known better than to hope when his relatives told him he was to go with them on a trip. They did not want to take him, he was sure of that as he could hear his cousin Dudley whining about him coming with them to London to go Christmas shopping. He had hoped that if they let him come along even if Dudley was against his coming that maybe he could get something small for Christmas like maybe a piece of the pretty candies he saw Dudley with. It was a stupid hope.

As soon as they arrived at the shopping center with the bright colorful lights and decorations, his relatives got out of the car and ordered him to stay in the car and not do anything freakish. They then locked him in the rapidly cooling car. After hours of sitting in the car the boy felt the urge to use the bathroom but found that he could not open the back doors of the car even after he unlocked them. Carefully he crawled to the front seat, making sure his shoes did not touch the clean upholstery of the car. The boy tried unlocking those doors and managed to open the doors this time.

Getting out he looked around for a restroom but not being able to see one immediately he had to ask a policeman for directions. His teacher at school told him that if he ever needed help he should always ask a policeman and she had shown the boy's class pictures of policemen. The policeman looked suspiciously at the child in ragged clothing asking for help in the posh shopping district. Thinking that the child was a street urchin, likely up to mischief, the man glared at the boy and shooed him away.

Scared the child ran. Finally tired and out of breath the child looked around himself to find that he was lost, but he found himself outside a mall and knowing he could find a public restroom in there he went in. After finding the restroom and doing his business he wandered the area trying to figure his way back to his relative's car but he could not remember how he got there.

Panicked because he knew he would be in big trouble if Sir found him not in the car and he would get a beating the boy desperately tried to think of where the car was. His eyes were tightly shut trying to picture the area. Suddenly he felt like he was being forced through a tight tube and with a pop he found himself in front of the car with Sir glaring at him menacingly.

The boy knew he was in trouble. He had done something "freakish" again and in front of Sir and a lot of other people at that, although the people around him didn't seem to have noticed. Sir noticed though because he was starting to turn purple with rage.

"Get in the car!" The big man ordered.

Timidly the boy did as told knowing that complying would not make his punishment better but at the very least would not make it worse. When the boy opened the car door before than man had even managed to unlock it the man's face became even more alarmingly purple like he was an overripe berry about to burst.

Instead of immediately yelling and beating him like the boy knew he wanted to do the man instead got into the driver's side of the car and started driving. He finally stopped outside of what looked like a large park and dragged the child towards an area with fewer people shouting all the way about how he was taking the thief that tried to steal his wallet to the police. Seeing the ragged clothes of the child the bystanders believed him and turned away muttering about how it was such a shame that such a young child would already be starting a life of crime.

Finally when the boy and man were alone, the man struck him with a meaty fist causing the boy to crumple to the ground. Screaming in rage at the child's freakish nature and the burden he was on the man's family always getting in their way and a causing trouble, the man mercilessly beat the the young boy. Not being able to withstand the pain any longer the boy fell unconscious as he felt a warmth envelope him as if trying to protect him from further harm.

With the freak unconscious Vernon Dursley stopped and stared at his troublesome nephew. Now would be the perfect opportunity to rid himself of the child for good. He certainly was in no mood to carry the freak back to the car and the thing would only dirty his nice car the way he was right now. No he would leave the freak here and be rid of him for good. It wasn't as if anyone would care. Without any further thought for his nephew Vernon Dursley walked away from the unconscious boy.

It was several hours later that the child finally woke up. It had gotten colder he noticed and the sun looked like it was going to set. He was alone and he hurt. The wind was also blowing more harshly and the boy knew he needed to at least get shelter from that even if he couldn't escape the cold. With a struggle he finally managed to stand up careful not to put weight on his right arm since when he did the pain there got stronger. It took until the sun had almost completely disappeared below the horizon to find a tree hollow that looked to be just big enough to fit him. Gritting his teeth to withstand the pain the raven-haired boy crawled into the hollow. Curling up to conserve whatever warmth he could manage he closed his eyes and whimpered in pain.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had curled up trying to sleep the pain and cold away when a soft, gentle tenor voice called out to him offering words the boy had never heard before. The person wanted to help him.

The child's eyes opened and stared up at him fearfully before uttering confusedly. "Help? Sir wants to help me?"

"Yes, I do." Tsuna stated allowing his resolve to bleed into his voice and projecting as much reassurance and comfort as he could manage, holding out his hand, "You can't stay here little one. It's too cold. Please come with me?"

The boy stared up at man that offered to help him. His young eyes long accustomed to the dark could make out the kind face and he found he liked the man's gentle voice. He shyly reached out for the man's hand. Warmth engulfed him as his hand touched the stranger's.

Tsuna's eyes widened again in shock as he could feel flames reel up as soon as he touched the child. He could sense strong protective lightning flames that although felt like they belonged with the child was not actually solely the child's own, sweeping through Tsuna as if checking for his intentions before withdrawing back into the child. Beneath the lightning flames Tsuna could also sense fairly strong sun flames and Tsuna knew without a doubt at that moment this child was the reason he had to be here.

As soon as he got the child out of the hollow the brunet removed his cell phone and snapped a quick picture of the pitiful sight of the child standing before his pitiful shelter, knowing he will need evidence for any future court cases. Tsuna also knows that regardless what the courts decide he would not let this child go back to whoever caused his injuries.

The child startled as the kind stranger pointed a phone at him and a bright light flashed briefly blinding the boy. Removing his coat and orange scarf, the stranger, that the boy could see was dressed very nicely, wrapped the shivering child in both items and gently picked the boy up. The coat was warm and smelled nice. The stranger gave off a safe, warm feeling that had the little boy snuggling into him for more warmth though he worried that the nice man would get cold without his coat. As if sensing his worry the man smiled at him with the kindest face the boy had ever seen and told him, "I'll be alright. I'm plenty warm without it and you need it more."

The boy wanted to cry at the kindness of the man. He could tell that this man truly wanted to help him. He was not like the other bog people who had either ignored him, yelled at him, or hurt him.

It was full dark now and knowing that his right-hand man was most likely out of his mind with worry, Tsuna called up the passionate storm. The phone had barely rung even once before it was picked up and a panicked voice shouted from the speaker, "Juudaime! Where are you? Have you been kidnapped? I'll get that damn cloud's people to track your phone immediately! Whoever took you will know never to mess with the Vongola again!"

"Hayato!" Tsuna shouted trying to get his friend's attention. "Calm down! I just went for a walk but I found something or rather someone. Could you please get the car and pick me up from the entrance to Hyde Park closest to the hotel? I'll need to get to a hospital."

"Hospital?! Are you hurt Juudaime? Whoever dared hurt you will pay." The storm raged.

"No. No. No. I'm fine, but the one I found is not." Tsuna assured. "Please just meet me at the park entrance in ten minutes."

"I will do as Juudaime orders and will be there with the car immediately." Gokudera Hayato, the Vongola tenth generation Storm Guardian, informed his boss.

With a sigh, the Sky hung up his phone before turning to the child in his other arm. His intuition and knowledge of laws told him that he should wait to question the boy about himself until he could have some credible witnesses and get whatever the child said recorded. Whatever the child said was sure to test Tsuna's temper. Tsuna instead decided to introduce himself to his new temporary and possibly permanent charge. "Hello Little One, my name is Tsunayoshi Sawada-Vongola, but my friends and family call me Tsuna, or at least most of them do."

Big innocent eyes looked up at Tsuna and politely replied, "It's nice to meet you Mr. Vongola." The boy knew how to properly call someone, after all it had been beaten into him. He did not dare call this beautiful man the same thing his friends and family called him.

The man frowned at him and the child ducked his head, afraid he had already made the man angry. Instead of yelling at him though the man chuckled softly, "No, that won't do at all little one. That is much too formal. Please just call me Tsuna. Or if you would like you may call me Tsuna-nii like my younger brothers and sister do. It means Big Brother Tsuna in Japanese. Though you look rather young to be another little brother to me. You could also call me Uncle Tsuna if you want."

The boy looked up in shock only to find gentle, accepting eyes gazing at him with encouragement. The man offered to let him call him big brother. The child had never had a big brother before but he had seen some children in the neighborhood with brothers and it looked nice. "Could I call you Tsuna-nii then? I have an uncle, but he's not very nice. I've never had a big brother though and I think a big brother would be nice."

A radiant smile spread across Tsuna-nii's face that made the child want to smile back at him. He did so shyly before burrowing his face back into the man's shoulder. Tsuna-nii just laughed that warm, comforting laugh again. They had reached the gates of the park. Standing in front a long car that the boy knew was called a limo that rich people drove in was another man in a suit. The man seemed frightening glaring at everything around him like the boy's uncle did to him. The man's face lightened though when he spotted Tsuna-nii.

"Juudaime!" The man shouted before approaching Tsuna-nii before stopping short as he saw the little boy.

"Juudaime?" The right-hand man questioned his boss.

"Later, Hayato. Let's get out of the cold. We need to get this little one to the hospital. He's been beaten and abandoned out in this cold for who knows how long." Tsuna replied careful to keep his rage out of his voice in order to not scare the child. Turning to address the child Tsuna pointed to the silver haired man and introduced him, "This is one of my closest friend and family Hayato Gokudera. Don't be afraid of him he is really nice." Gokudera nodded and the three entered the warm limo and it drove off to the hospital.