Finally written something for this fandom.

Mukuro is a little OOC in the middle, but there is a good reason (I hope)

A thank you to sydni for betaing this for me.

There was no denying that watching the sun set was relaxing. Not to sound like Kyoya or anything, but he was glad he was alone. Remembering what was going for the past week, Mukuro Rokudo shuddered. The Lightning brat and the Storm Guardian should never be left by themselves ever again. Tsunayoshi was almost in tears when he saw the damage they had done. Mukuro had, at that point, chuckled slightly, and had started to back out and leave them to handle the mess. However, one look from Chrome had him assisting the Vongola Decimo in getting the room cleared.

That wasn't the bad part though. For the rest of the week, he was stuck inside the mansion. Usually, Mukuro had no problems with this. Whenever he was forced to be inside the mansion, the Cloud Guardian was always around, somewhere. In these times, Mukuro would go hunt him down, and within a minute, the regular fight between them would break out, while Reborn and the other guardians started making bets on who would win this time. If Tsunayoshi got to them before the fight was over, it would be considered a draw, since he would separate them while he was in his Hyper Dying Will mode.

This time was different. Not only was his sources of entertainment busy (Kyoya was on a mission while Tsuanyoshi was dragged somewhere by the Bucking Horse Dino), he had to babysit the cow boy. For five days, he was supposed to make sure the Lightning Guardian didn't destroy everything around him and bring down the mansion… by himself. He was supposed to watch a ten year old… by himself.

He was proud to say that he survived those five days with his sanity intact, though he must have been somewhat affected by it for him to give the Vongola Boss a hug when he was assigned to a two week mission traveling to Southern Italy away from everyone. Well, he may have at least scarred or surprised Tsunayoshi a bit, so he wasn't complaining.

Having been in the area before, Mukuro headed straight for a little café that sat on the cliffs and over looked the sea. It would be a perfect spot to watch the sun set and have a well deserved break.

"Buona sera," a nearby waiter said, as Mukuro entered through the door. Mukuro nodded back and took a seat next to a window. It wasn't the seat that he wanted, but the one that he did was already taken by a young man who was apparently charming the waitress.

"Caffè, per favore," he was saying. The waitress giggled before leaving to get his order. The man kept his smile up, but when the waitress was out of sight, he dropped it and gave an irritated sigh. Mukuro looked away from the scene chuckling. The poor foreigner. Something caught his eye, causing him to do a double take, and stared at the young man's hand, or more specifically, the ring on his left hand. Mukuro blinked a few times to confirm that he was indeed seeing that ring.

Making up his mind, Mukuro got up from his seat and headed towards the other table.

"May I sit here?" he asked the young man who violently jumped. The young man stared at him for a few seconds before nodding. Slipping into the seat across from him, Mukuro looked out the window. "This is the best seat here to view the sunset." The young man nodded. Appearing almost out of nowhere, the waitress placed the cup of coffeein front of the young man and looked curiously at Mukuro.

"Cosa ti piacerebbe, signore?" the waitress asked.

"Solo il vino," Mukuro said, still looking out the window. Hearing the waitress walk away, Mukuro turned and looked at his table mate.

"Um, who are you?" The young man asked, nervously. "And thanks for speaking English. Was it obvious?" he added. Mukuro chuckled.

"Your Italian seemed rather forced," Mukuro replied, smirking. The young man laughed nervously. "Mukuro Rokudo," he said, holding out a hand.

"Harry Potter," the young man replied, shaking his hand. Mukuro raised an eyebrow.

"Oya oya, what's the Boy-Who-Lived doing in Italy?" Harry Potter's eye twitched. Mukuro let a thin trail of Mist flames surround them, creating a small privacy ward.

"Don't call me that. Besides, I'm not a boy," he grumbled. Straightening up, Harry Potter looked straight into his eyes, or the only eye that was visible. Chrome thought it would look cute if he let his bangs cover his right eye. Since Chrome was the one to mention it, Mukuro decided to stick with it. It didn't matter if the Storm Guardian laughed and said that he was whipped. He, in fact none of them, had ever seen Chrome get angry. If they ever saw that side of her, they all, even Kyoya, wouldn't dare to go against her.

"Then what should I refer to you as? Harry?" The young man nodded.

"Is Mukuro fine then?" Mukuro smiled at him, and Harry, awkwardly, smiled back. "I didn't think there would be other wizards here in a muggle town," Harry commented. Mukuro shrugged.

"It's a beautiful town." Harry nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coffee. The waitress was back and placed a glass and a bottle of wine on the table. Opening the bottle, she poured him a glass, and served it. Nodding, Mukuro took a sip of his own drink as the waitress walked away. Harry frowned at him. Mukuro raised an eyebrow. "Are you not old enough to drink?" Harry blushed.

"I'm not going to drink while I'm a job," he said hotly.

"Oh, and what are you doing for this job?" Mukuro asked. Harry glared at him.

"Like I'm going to tell you." Mukuro took another sip of his wine.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not a wizard," he said casually. Harry's eyes widened before narrowing. His right arm stiffened. Seeing its position, Mukuro laughed quietly. "Not as naïve as I thought."

"Excuse me," Harry said.

"I thought you were naïve, but you had your wand trained on me the whole time." Harry snorted.

"Of course I did. I went through a war, you know." Harry annoyed face became blank. "How do you know about the Wizarding World then, since you're not a wizard?" Mukuro took his time answering. Taking another sip of his wine, he watched as Harry's left eye twitched in annoyance. It was so amusing to see people get so worked up so easily. "Mukuro," Harry growled. Mukuro started laughing.

'He sounded almost exactly like Kyoya.'

"What's so funny?" Harry demanded.

"N-Nothing," Mukuro gasped. After he stopped laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes. "I apologize. I didn't think I was affected much, but clearly my sanity has taken a toll from taking care of a ten year old for five days."

"You poor thing," Harry said dryly. "Were you even sane before?" Mukuro shrugged.

"There might be a few people who'd like to know that as well." Harry frowned again.

"Will you answer my question now?"

"What question?" Mukuro asked, smiling. Harry started trembling before taking a deep breath and calming down.

"Why do you know about wizards?" he asked, after a moment of silence. Mukuro's smile fell a little when he realized that the Master of Death was no longer agitated anymore. Harry's smile widened, confirming that he was onto his plan.

"I worked with a few," Mukuro finally answered. Harry just raised his eyebrows. "I won't deny that I can do a few things, but I have nothing to do with the Wizarding World."

"Oh? What do you consider yourself as?" Harry questioned. Mukuro smirk.

"An illusionist," he said simply. Harry gave him a confused look.

"With spells…?" Mukuro shook his head.

"You're really ignorant for someone who's supposed to be the Master of Death…" Harry's reaction was predictable. He jumped and brought out his wand from underneath the table and pointed it directly at Mukuro's smiling face. "Oya oya, you even brought the elder wand with you." Mukuro eyed Harry's person. "By chance, is your jacket the cloak?" Harry flushed and stood up. The wand held steady in front of his face.

"How do you know all that?" Harry hissed. Mukuro motioned with his head to the other tables.

"Don't forget where we are." Harry blink before hastily sitting down and shoving his wand in his pocket. No one noticed a thing. Mukuro hummed, as he poured himself another glass of wine.

"How did anyone not notice that?" Mukuro began nursing his drink.

"Do you honestly think I would start a conversation like this without any consideration to our surroundings?" Harry's eyes narrowed.

"What did you do?" he asked stiffly.

"Nothing really. I just used a little bit of my power to place a small barrier around us. Unless I will it, no one will notice or pay any attention to us." In spite of himself, Harry looked at him curiously.

"What is your power then?" he asked. Mukuro raised an eyebrow.

"You honestly expect me to tell you?" he question. Harry smiled.

"I'll answer your questions, if you answer mine."

"And what makes you think that I have any questions for you?" Mukuro shot back.

"You're annoyed right now, correct?" Harry said. Mukuro kept his face blank, but didn't deny it.

"So then, who will go first?" Mukuro asked after a moment.

"I think it's safe to say that I'm the one with the disadvantage right now, so I'll go first." Harry tapped his cup with his wand, and changed it into a wine glass. Mukuro watched him curiously as he helped himself to his wine bottle.

"What happened to not drinking on a job?" Mukuro said. It's not like he actually cared, but he was curious.

"I'm sitting and talking with you is what happened," Harry responded, taking a few gulps of the wine.

"Your first question?" Harry paused.

"How's this going to work?" Mukuro sighed.

"Pretty much you're going to ask a question. I'll answer, and then it will be my turn to ask you a question. Are you ready?" Harry nodded.

"What's your power?" Harry asked. Mukuro thought about the wording for a minute.

"Proof of my resolution," he said. Harry looked at him blankly.

"Your resolution?" Harry repeated blankly. Mukuro nodded, hiding his smirk. "How the hell am I supposed to know that you're telling the truth?" he demanded. Mukuro shrugged.

"You have to take my word for it. When did you get all three Deathly Hallows?"

"My dad and the Final Battle. How do know about the Deathly Hallows?" Harry asked.

"I've seen them before." Harry stared at him.

"Where?" he demanded.

"It's my turn to ask the question, you know," Mukuro said. Harry glared at him. "Do you know anything about the Hallows, besides what everyone else knows about them?"

"I don't think so…" Mukuro gave him a pitying look.

"That's really sad," he commented, taking another drink. Harry ignored his glass in favor of staring at Mukuro.

"What else can the Hallows do?" he asked. Mukuro kept his face blank.

"I can't really say," he answered neutrally. "I'll get in trouble."

"By whom?" Harry asked curiously.

"Vindice."

"Who's Vindice?" Mukuro gave a dry laugh.

"You don't want to know." Mukuro snapped his fingers, expelling the barrier. Harry watched in amazement as the now visible indigo flames around them slowly disappeared.

"Is that–"

"My flames. Cameriere!" A waiter appeared, smiling.

"Sì?" he asked.

"Il disegno di legge." The waiter nodded and left. He came back a minute later. "Grazie." Pulling out his wallet, Mukuro ignored Harry's protest and paid for his coffee as well. Getting up, he walked out of the café with a confused Harry right behind him.

"Is there any way you can tell me, or at least give me a way to find out?" Harry pressed. Mukuro frowned as he stared at Harry's desperate face.

"Do you have a cell phone?" Harry looked surprised at the question, but dug in his pocket any way and brought out the device. Mukuro grabbed it and put his number in. He handed it back to Harry after calling himself and confirming that he received the other's number. "I'll contact you and let you know."

"Uh, thank you," Harry said, skimming through his contact list. Mukuro already turned around and started walking away. Harry opened his mouth to call him back, but decided against it. "Thanks for your help then."

Mukuro just held up a hand to indicate that he heard. Harry turned and walked away as well, going in the opposite direction.

Another figure, hidden from them both, watched the Master of Death walk away before turning his gaze on the illusionist. The Mist Guardian was smart enough to realize the consequences of even hinting at what the Hallows could truly do. Dark Clouds appeared around him, and within a few seconds, he vanished.

Translation

Buona sera - Good evening

Caffè, per favore - Coffee please

Cosa ti piacerebbe, signore? - What would you like, sir?

Solo il vino - Just wine

Cameriere! - Waiter!

Sì? - Yes?

Il disegno di legge - The bill

Note: I used Google translate for the Italian. If there's something wrong, please let me know.

Again, Mukuro was kind of OOC a little, but he was babysitting Lambo. As much as I like children, I would personally go crazy because of him after a day...

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