Authors note: For his hair cut think Vincent Valentine =3

Outside the sky gleamed brightly, the sun high in the sky as the clouds drifted past the gleaming star, the peaceful day was belied by the storm that rumbled in the distance, rain glittering sparkling droplets down to the misty earth that slid stealthily through the cracks of the town. Brown eyes turned away from the window as a voice called to him softly, a young attendant holding open a door. Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled nervously, walking in to the small room where a dark haired teen sat, green eyes cast downwards towards the carpeted floor. He was a beautiful picture, black hair streaming down his face, the tips reaching to the small of his back, though it was a side parting with layers spiking out oh-so slightly, the fringe lightly brushing over his right eye. He was pale, not sickly pale but more of a lily white colour that was marred by a single scar, a long line which slid along his cheekbone with surgical precision.

Tsuna, as he was called to his friends, found himself captivated immediately by this young man who looked so sad and so out of place in a mental hospital, he was different from the others he had seen, calm and resigned but not crazy. Tsuna himself was out of place as the only reason he was here was because of one of his mothers crazy schemes, she'd asked him to do something and with all of the fuss over the ring conflict Tsuna forgot to do it and now was paying the price. An unpaid job in the local mental hospital. Tsuna smiled his usual smile to the patient who lifted his head, one eyebrow raised in question.

The attendant smiled in such a way that it was condescending and that made Tsuna suddenly angry, his fists shaking as he clenched them, treating people who obviously didn't need it like children grated on his nerves. The attendants voice made it worse, a soft whiny tone. "Harry, this here is your new attendant, Tsunayoshi. He'll be helping you with all your needs, okay?" The attendant crouched as he said it, as if Harry was a child. Tsuna had to hold himself back from just slamming the attendant face first into the ground.

"It's okay, I can talk to him myself, you can go about your business." Tsuna said firmly, showing the side of him that made him suitable to be the next boss. The attendant didn't argue and backed off, shutting the door gently. Tsuna's tense smile dropped to a genuine one and he sat lightly on the chair that was in the corner. "Its nice to meet you Harry. My names Sawada Tsunayoshi and I'm your new attendant." He was nervous but he dare not show it, the first impression was everything, or at least thats what Reborn had told him.

Green eyes measured him in silence for a moment before he nodded lightly, signalling that Tsuna had passed his test, the first one this week that he'd actually passed. "Harry Potter. Apparently crazy. Pleased to meet you." Harry murmured, lips twitching slightly before he cast his eyes downward again, the playful attitude gone in an instant, replaced by the same withdrawn character Tsuna had seen previously.

"You don't look crazy to me." Tsuna murmured lightly. Harry looked up at him, the smile more pronounced now and his eyes sparkling with new life. He had found someone who didn't treat him like a mental patient, even though he was in a mental hospital.

"Oh? And what does a crazy person look like?" Harry said with a short, soft laugh, his tone teasing.

Tsuna blushed and stammered out. "U-uh well.. They look like… uhh…" Tsuna whimpered with embarrassment, burying his face in his hands. Harry let out loud laughter, a sound so rare that for a second the patients fell silent in their rooms to hear the laughter floating through their doors. Laughter was rare in a mental hospital, let alone from Harry's room.

"Don't worry about it, I'm only kidding." Harry murmured. He turned serious and began to speak again, Tsuna lifting his head and listening. "I came to this place because my family betrayed me. They seemed to think that I'd be better off here because I discovered a world that seemed unreal. It was called the wizarding world and simply put, wizards lived there. Now trust me, I know how it sounds but its true." Harry smiled softly, looking to the camera which was focused on him, the red light blinked for a second and faded, the camera turning off with ease. Harry looked at Tsuna who was looking silently shocked and grinned brightly, deciding that just this once he would trust someone and if it didn't pay off he never would again. "want me to show you?"

"W-well. O-okay, yeah." Tsuna stuttered, his confidence gone. Harry stood from his bed and closed his eyes, barely there flames began to wrap around him, curling and winding around his body in a hurricane before thickening to a deep black with stripes of bloody red between it. Tsuna watched all this with amazement, the flames were dying will flames and they were powerful, he could tell. Somewhere inside of him, his flames reacted. When the flames died instead of Harry standing there, a small black dog that was obviously still growing, stood there. It looked up and him and leapt onto his lap, steady black eyes piercing his and Tsuna heard a voice in his head. "Tsuna, this is just one of my forms. A tamer one. I didn't want to turn into something that would scare you. Is this proof enough for you?" Harry murmured softly in his mind, Tsuna decided not to ask how that was possible. Tsuna nodded and the dog leapt off of him, perching off the bed and turning into Harry once again.

"Harry. A-are you sure that's magic? B-because I think it was dying will," Tsuna questioned gently, trembling nervously in his seat. Harry levelled him with a green stare before answering carefully.

"It might be I suppose. Magic is the name others gave for it, not me." Harry said, nodding in acceptance of the idea, not one to purposely rile people up.

"B-but you said others. Does that mean there are more dying will users? O-or wizards." Tsuna asked Harry with sudden hope in his eyes. Tsuna was thinking that he could get a tutor to better his dying will. Nothing on Reborn of course but if these people were alive and Harry could turn into a dog using dying will flames he was sure they would have other techniques that were useful.

"No." Harry said loudly, shaking his head and sliding his eyes to the floor. "They're all dead now. Destroyed themselves. I'm the last." His face closed and he clenched his fists, his mind going back to that time.

"Harry! Watch out, its them!" Hermione's voice called out, Ron forcing Harry down as Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini and Luna Lovegood quickly hid in the thick grass next to them. Red flames soared over them as Ron stood up. His expression fierce and as stormy as his magic. In recent years they had found that magic - or as it was actually called Dying will flames - had specific types of energy to them. Ron was storm, his magic took on a red colour and it reflected his personality, Hermione was rain, sometimes calm and sometimes furious and dangerous, she was represented in blue. Neville was the sun, gleaming and bright, represented in yellow.

Draco was cloud, ever suspicious and distant, and he was represented by deep purple flames. Blaise was lightning, sharp and angry, his flames weren't much like flames and acted more like lightning coloured a deep green. Luna was mist, mysterious and ever changing, she was represented by an indigo colour. Harry was sky, harmonious and encompassing, his flames were a deep orange which had began taking on different shades as if changing, if he thought about it the orange would go the blue of rain, the indigo of mist or air and a deep green colour, deeper than lightning, like the colour of the earth.

Harry froze, trembling as he heard the scream of Ron, the red haired man falling heavily onto the earth. A second later, Draco followed him, his eyes blank in death. With a furious roar Neville sprang forward but he too was quickly dispatched, falling on the earth in a burst of fire. The two girls, mad with anger, forced Harry down and leapt at them, Blaise following quickly after. Soon enough, they were all dead and Harry lay gasping on the floor.

A voice laughed softly, a white haired man leaning down. "We'll deal with you. We can't have you dying on me now, can we?" The man laughed. "See that he's kept out of the way, don't kill him. He'll be useful later."

Authors note:

Another trial story that was irritating me. After Christmas is over the rest of my stories should be updated I'm just about to work on abyss then Meeting Darius and Living a life!