Magic and Flames

A Katekyo Hitman Reborn –Harry Potter Crossover

Warning: This will take place during the 5th book.( Order of Phoenix ) Some parts will be different from the original book, so do not go ahead telling me that this or that does not tally with the book. It will be post-TYL where Tsuna (Note: 25 years-old) went to the future, finished Simon Arc and Rainbow Arc. The Arcobaleno ages will be introduced if ever they were to appear. Dialogues spoken in English will be [like this], Japanese will be [like this], Parseltongue will be [like this]. If there are bolds, it will be either the word is being emphasised (like extreme) or a special type of meaning, which will be explained. There will be NO YAOI OR SLASH. Pairs will be cannon for Harry Potter side.

IT WOULD BE BEST IF YOU KNEW BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY. IF NOT, DO AT LEAST READ THE SUMMARY OF EITHER STORIES BEFORE READING THIS , YOU WILL NOT NEED TO KNOW A LOT ABOUT KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN BECAUSE MOST OF THE POV WILL BE IN THE WIZARDING WORLD'S. I WOULD EXPLAIN MOST THINGS OF THE KHR INVOLVEMENT IN THE FIC ITSELF.

A/N: This is the first time I am attempting a crossover fic as well as a Harry Potter fic. Since the A/N is at the top, the bottom will be free of A/N. Anyway, please do read this. If there are any mistakes, do tell me because I am pretty open. Although I said that, please no unconstructive criticism, or else I will give you a Leg Locker Curse and make sure you are sent to Vendice. Please review and if I get enough reviews, I'll post the next chapter as quick as I can. Perhaps, if I get good reviews, I'll be putting in review replies as well :)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling and definitely, I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Some parts are copied from the book itself. I do not claim them. However, the plot belongs to me.

Chapter 1: The New Professor

…Still I wonder whether Sorting

May not bring the end I fear.

Oh, know the perils, read the signs,

The warning history shows,

For our Hogwarts is in danger

From external, deadly foes

And we must unite inside her

Or we'll crumble from within

I have told you, I have warned you…

Let the Sorting now begin.

Harry was beat. After all that hectic matters that happened during the summer, what if Dudely almost Kissed, the Order of the Phoenix, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the hearing and Mrs Weasly and the Boggart. Now, even the Sorting Hat had gave its new song. It was as if everything was changing and everything was going downhill. Harry had heard some of the Slytherins scoff at the idea of bonding together and all.

"I wonder if it's ever given warnings before?" said Hermione, sounding slightly anxious.

"Yes, indeed," said Nearly Headless Nick knowledgeably, leaning across Neville towards her and Neville winced, visibly. "The Hat feel itself honor-bound to give the school due warning whenever it feels –"

But Professor McGonagall, who was waiting to read out the list of first-years' names, was giving the whispering students the sort of look that scorches. Nearly Headless Nick placed a see-through finger to his lips and sat primly upright again as the muttering came to an abrupt end.

Professor McGonagall started to shout out the names of the first-years while the hat started to sort them up. Harry wondered if any of the times did the hat actually talked to the little kid beneath it, while sorting it through.

"Gryffindor!"

Harry clapped along half-heartedly as he heard another innocent, naïve, little first-year get sorted into his house. All the Gryffindors cheered loudly, with the exception of Hermione who was badgering Headless Nick for the information of the Hat. However which, she was kept stopped by the shushing of the ghost, who was looking out for potential little kids.

"Ooooo, there's this cute one. I'm going to say hello."

"No! Nick!" Hermione called out, who immediately shushed when Professor McGonagall gave her a knowing glare.

After Nick came back (which Hermione had badgered him for the details and he replied, pretty nicely as a ghost ever could) and went (with the courtesy of Ron and another of his brainless comment), Hermione and Ron started bickering, and Harry could not care less. He was bored of them and needless to say, tired of the endless bickering. He ate a steak and a kidney pie, then was pretty thorough with his favourite treacle tart.

When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the Hall was starting to creep upwards again, Dumbledore got to his feet once more. Talking ceased immediately as all turned to lace the Headmaster. Harry was feeling pleasantly drowsy now. All the bickers and events had started to affect his body once more. He closed his eyes and saw the black 'evil' winged horse and opened them quickly. He sighed, thinking about his four-poster bed was waiting somewhere above, wonderfully warm and soft…

"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices," said Dumbledore. "First-years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students - and a few of our older students ought to know by now, too." Dumbledore glanced at the Gryffindor table, sweeping through the red-haired that are sitting together, then to the black head and the brunette. The few of them exchanged knowing smirks.

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four-hundred-and-sixty second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filch's office door.

"We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

There was a round of polite but fairly unenthusiastic applause, during which Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged slightly panicked looks; Professor Dumbledore did not mention how long Professor Grubbly-Plank will be staying for how long.

"Ahem. Ahem."

Professor Dumbledore continued with his speech which was interupted by the less than familiar fake coughs.

"Yes, Professor Umbridge? I would think that Mdm Pomfrey would be more than willing to get you some potions to cure that cough of yours."

"Ah, and would she be more than willing to lend me some potions for the 'old and muddle-headed'?" She asked, glaring at Professor Dumbledore with a smirk.

Harry glanced at Ron who glanced at him as well. They stared back at the scene unfolding in front of them while listening to Hermione's soft comments ("Oh my. Oh my! Did she just imply that Professor Dumbledore was 'old and muddle-headed'? That witch!"). Many students were smirking; obviously that woman does not know how things were done in Hogwarts.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome." (Harry had choked on his pumpkin juice at that. Ron asked, "Didn't she just call Professor Dumbledore an 'old fool'?")

Her voice was high-pitched, breathy and little-girlish and, again, Harry felt a powerful rush of

dislike that he could not explain to himself; all he knew was that he loathed everything about her,

from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink cardigan. She gave another little throat-clearing cough ("hem, hem") and continued.

"Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say!" She smiled, revealing very pointed teeth. "And to see such happy little faces looking up at me!"

Harry glanced around. None of the faces he could see looked happy. On the contrary, they all looked rather taken-aback at being addressed as though they were five years old. Fred looked at George who pointed at each others' faces and started to pull the end of their lips upwards to look like they were smiling. (Ginny had giggled at their antics.) Harry thought they looked a little like those clowns he would seen at carnivals.

"I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!" Students exchanged looks at this; some of them were barely concealing grins.

"I'll be her friend as long as I don't have to borrow that cardigan," Parvati whispered to Lavender, and both of them lapsed into silent giggles. Hermione threw them a look of disdain as she disapproved their giggly laughter.

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again ("hem, hem"), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them.

"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."

Professor Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back to her. Professor McGonagall's dark eyebrows had contracted so that she looked positively hawklike, and Harry distinctly saw her exchange a significant glance with Professor Sprout as Umbridge gave another little "hem, hem" and went on with her speech. Harry noticed that Snape was having one of his 'I-hate-the-world-especially-Harry-Potter' glares and was inwardly relieved he was not the only one subjected to those glares. He was pretty those glares would burn through that thick skull of the witch's. Just then, Snape glanced at him and sneered; His glare now directed at innocent Harry who looked away.

"Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation…"

Professor Umbridge did not seem to notice the restlessness of her audience. Harry had the impression that a full-scale riot could have broken out under her nose and she would have ploughed on with her speech. The teachers, however, were still listening very attentively, and Hermione seemed to be drinking in every word Umbridge spoke, though, judging by her expression, they were not at all to her taste. Harry, on the other hand, was rather falling into a deep sleep. He had zero idea how Hermione could even be listening to that old witch. Ron was sleeping, already, while Fred and George were drawing on his face.

"… because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."

It seemed like a perfect speech ending and Professor Dumbledore had stood up, going to give a round of applause when that witch made another round of her coughs (Hem. Hem.).

"Although, it would seem that your headmaster had done a small mistake on his parts—" which Harry gave a look of shock; Professor Dumbledore's lips pursed; the other professors simply tutted at her, "—the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher will not be me." She turned towards the headmaster, which she had looked expectedly, as if waiting for him to make a move.

He stood up, much to everyone's surprise and nodded his head wearily, whispering something into the ear of Dolores Umbridge who smirked.

"Alright then. I would have thought that that man would not turn up, however—" he turned towards Dolores Umbridge who had returned to her seat, "—has informed me that the man had indeed came." ("Who is it that is so important?" Ron asked, who had woke up. "Shut up, Ron, listen," Hermione snapped, earning a glare from the former.)

The huge doors to the Great Hall swung open dramatically and a man with brown locks walked in. He was dressed in Muggle outfits of a suit and a tie, which, to many Slytherins, it was a thumbs down. They sneered when the man entered, looking at his outfit. Harry turned and saw Dolores Umbridge crinkling her nose, as if disappointed with his choice of outfit.

Harry, however, liked him. For one, his hair was gravity-defying, just like his. The man had not looked any much older as well, not more than 10 years. The man was wearing Muggle clothes and thus, would not be like the Slytherins, those slimy… (Harry kicked himself mentally as he got carried away with the cursing).

The man walked up, to beside the Headmaster, giving him a swift bow and turning towards the student body, bowed one as well. ("Oooo, I like that man. He has manners," Luna Lovegood commented airly.)

He walked towards his seat, which he presumed to be the one beside Snape's and as he was about to seat down, Dolores Umbridge called out to him softly. He walked swiftly towards Umbridge, not noticing that everyone was staring at him. She seemed to be scolding him about something as Professor Flitwick was sitting beside the pink, fluffy Undersecretary had covered his ears and shut his eyes. (Neville had exclaimed, stupidly, that Professor Flitwick looked cute and Hermione had shot him with her death glare.)

He gave a sigh, or seemed like that, before extracting his wand. He flicked his wand and his clothes disappeared, only to be replaced by robes. The pink lady gestured towards where Professor Dumbledore was standing and he sighed again.

"If only, his robes were to not appear! He is hot!" Some girls giggled over at the Ravenclaw's table. Hermione rolled her eyes and commented, "girls." This made Ron roll his eyes, muttering about Hermione being a girl as well before Harry shushed him to prevent an impending quarrel.

The man with brown locks took the stage and he smiled, before ruffling his own hair, making it a bit more messier. His eyes were caramel and his smile was absolutely enchanting.

"Hello, my name is Tsunayoshi Sawada and I am your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

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