So Long Sentiment

Summary: In which, Sawada Tsunayoshi dies happy and in peace...only to get reincarnated as Harry Potter. He doesn't really know why or how it happens but it doesn't mean he will give up on his principle. Even with the only living relatives like the Dursley, he won't change his belief about family.

.oxo.

Unusual brightest shade of green orbs glanced at the wary and hostile appearance of his only living relatives. The owner couldn't really understand the stares he had received. They were family so shouldn't they treat him like one of their own?

It was weird. He never experienced something like this in his past life as Sawada Tsunayoshi, or Tsunayshi Sawada as on par with the country he now lived in. Sure, his family was not all that normal but he had known that they loved each other. Even with a father like Iemitsu, he was loved and cared for as Tsuna. It became even more visible when he had met Reborn, too.

So unlike, his current life now...

He didn't even know his new name. His relatives, the Dursley he corrected, refused to call him by a name and took the pleasure of calling him "Boy" or "Freak" though the latter was not used anymore except some some occasions. He didn't like either since he was not just a simply foolish boy he had been in the past. He had grown from his "Dame" or no-good self. Even his tutor had commented about it.

And he had long past his insecurities in his former life as a mafia boss to consider himself as a freak. He had looked into the mirror as well and didn't know what made others think he was something like that.

The former Mafioso sighed deeply, casually playing with his raven locks.

Though, he did know about his oddity. It was great surprise on his part when he had once changed his current look into that of his older self but it was a nice and comforting surprise nonetheless. However, his relatives might not have the same sentiments.

He could understand that at least. People had feared the unknown, the difference between some people, what they couldn't have, the strength of the most powerful man. He had already seen this before. He just didn't know what kind of 'different' he really was.

With habitual pace, he went to the kitchen to cook for lunch. It was near the time when everyone, except him, was going to eat. It would be no good if the dinner wasn't prepared by the time his uncle arrived.

It was almost eleven years since he had known that he was reincarnated. One moment, he was talking to his Famiglia and was saying his farewell and then, as soon as he had closed his eyes, he was in a satisfying peace and comfort. He had never wanted to wake but he did and the next thing he knew, he was being showed to a pair of blissful eyes of a couple.

They had called him a name at that time but he had long forgotten them, having not heard it for a long time. It took a lot for him to adjust and to confirm that yes, he was once again a baby and that the people cooing at him were his new parents, James-san and Lily-san.

It was hard to think of them as his parents because in his mind, his parents would always have a brown and blond hair but he lived to it. He had gotten to think that the two adults were his Mom and Dad and that Nana and Iemitsu was his Okaa-san and Otou-san.

As unoriginal it was, he was glad that he knew two languages, actually six languages because Reborn's a sadist like that.

It greatly helped ease his confused mind when he noticed that his new parents were nothing like his former ones. It kept him from comparing the two as it would be quite guilty in his part when he thought of his Mom and Dad as replacement for his old parents. It was nice to see that they could use magic as well and what people would call "wizards" and "witches".

His tiny hands paused in what they were doing as a thought came to him, 'That must be why they act like they hate me...they must fear or feel resentment of magic, envious even...'

He could understand again. He was there when the snake-like man, wizard he corrected, came to his home uninvited. His Hyper Intuition, something he was glad remained even in his current life, had been going on about something bad happening and that something bad wasn't just bad...it was tragic.

He had watched it. When the unknown wizard pointed his wand to his father, shouting "Avada Kedavra" darkly and his father dropped to the ground, unconscious like his life was drained. He knew a death corpse when he saw one and it made him angry and frustrated at his hopelessness at the situation. He was just a baby. He couldn't do anything to help his father.

Then, his mother was next, begging, crying for the stranger to not kill him but kill her instead. It made his heart ache painfully when the body was dropped to the ground again with the green light. He glared at the murderer as much as a baby could glare.

It might have amused the other a little but he still pointed the wand. Tsuna was prepared for anything he threw. He tried calling out his Dying Will Flames to deflect the attack. He was aiming to survive. His parents had sacrificed their life for him and he was not one to let their lives be in vain, even if it hurt to be the only survivor.

He was going to live for his family and he closed his eyes as he was hit by the green light, feeling something painful hitting his forehead before it was gone. He was too tired to see his surroundings but he had felt the presence of other people, who grieved, cried and mourned, probably at his dead parents.

They were too young after all, a lot younger than the time he had died but they had already seen the war like himself. Though, unlike his case, they had died during the war at the age of the 21 while he had lived to end the war at his thirties, getting the more peaceful death.

The second he had opened his enchanting green eyes again, he was being stared at pale eyes of a blonde woman. His intuition had already went and supply him with the knowledge that this was his aunt before he started to panic at being held by a stranger.

He didn't know why his aunt would give an effort to take him in that night when he would be hated, or at least extremely disliked, in the future but he had been grateful. He was only a baby in the cold night. He knew he would have been dead if he was left alone.

Though, it never did stop him from trying to fit in the 'normal' family of his relatives.

For him, family was always important as well as friends. They were Famiglia and even when sometimes, they fought with each other, they would have each other's back. That's why he never stopped dreaming for the time when the Dursley accepted him.

They were after all still his family, only living family by blood.

His eyes changed into his former honey-brown eyes and he smiled slightly in the quiet kitchen, wondering how long it would take for it to happen.

.oxo.

"Boy!" his uncle, Vernon Dursley, had shouted impatiently for Tsuna to come to his side. "Is lunch done already?"

"Ha-I mean," he stuttered at the dark look of the older man. He didn't get why but his uncle had always hated it when he slipped into speaking Japanese sometimes. He learned that it was better to not speak other language as to add fuel to the flames. "Yes, sir."

He had also learned not to call his relatives by "uncle", "aunt" or "cousin" as the father of the house really disliked it. He had done everything to be in favor of his relatives but it was in vain. Sometimes, he would just feel like giving up the idea of getting along with his relatives but he just couldn't.

As much as he had learned to not be a pushover with Reborn's training, he had known to trust his Hyper Intuition more so. When it had told him to give Xanxus some time for him to crack, he did. He waited patiently for the scarred man who attacked him million times to slowly but surely become a part of his family.

Although, it did ended after ten years of not giving up. He had made a difference and they were as close as brothers could, even if it was hidden in those cold facade. He was kind of regretting just having spent almost another ten years with the Varia Leader before he died.

That was too little time as when he had spent with his Guardians.

In any case, his intuition had demanded him to not give up and that it would change. He was tempted to ignore it but then, his cousin was first to crack. He had thought it was probably because of a story they both had heard in class. It was about a child who was always bullied and abused in both school and at home.

The teacher had said that it was bad to do these things but it was worse to ignore that it was happening when it was obvious. It was a slow start but Dudley had stopped hurting him or trying to chase him after that. He had stopped his friends from trying to hurt the short male as well. He had also started exercising to be fit unlike his father and started getting serious in studying.

It made the former mafia boss a little proud for his cousin. He knew that it was a big step for his cousin. He had known that practically spoiling the guy would cause him to be arrogant and naughty, thinking anything he would do would be forgiven so the story that their teacher had said made Dudley face the reality of his undoings.

Sure, it didn't dramatically change their relationship, they barely even talked, but at least, Tsuna was assured that he wouldn't have a cousin out to kill him in his sleep.

He wasn't so sure about his aunt but he could see that she was almost there. Petunia had only neglected him and had always looked at him like he was staring at someone else. It was the time when she had caught him humming and smiling in the kitchen did he notice a change in attitude. It was not noticeable to other people but it was clear to the former Vongola. She was changing her thoughts of him.

The only problem he would was his uncle. Vernon didn't abuse him physically or anything but he was clear on his hatred for the child. He didn't like Tsuna in the past and even after years of being together, he had not changed.

His intuition didn't really give information if he would crack his uncle or not.

A deep sigh went unnoticed by the demanding man and he was pulled from his thoughts when his uncle finished, "I want you to clean up the mess after dinner and then, clean the house. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, sir," was the immediate reply before he went away, seeing as he wouldn't be wanted in the dinning room though he was a little confused at the stare that his cousin was giving him when he left.

It was almost like Dudley wanted him to stay or something or maybe he just wanted to talk about something?

He didn't think he was close to his relative that the guy wanted him to stay. Sometimes, he really could be pessimistic like when he was in his teens.

'Though,' a cross of fondness and sadness was reflected in his expressive eyes and his mouth curved up slightly. It was really calming and pleasing to remember his friends in the past. 'Reborn and the others would be there to stop me from being too pessimistic. I can just imagine Takeshi-kun smiling and trying to cheer me up and Hayato-kun yelling at him.'

He could vividly imagine Ryohei yelling "extreme" here and there, irritating Hibari who wouldn't stand being called by anything but his last name yet the ex-perfect always seemed to be in the Vongola Mansion if he was injured or foolishly being cynical.

Now that he had thought hard, he knew that everyone would probably be there and smack him for his stupidity. He could just see Mukuro, Xanxus and Reborn giving insults about his behavior, earning a protective comeback from his faithful Storm Guardian but the three wouldn't listen. They're sadists like that.

The others would just watch in the sideways though Chrome would probably be the one to break him out of his gloomy thoughts. They had been somehow alike in this so it was effective of the young female to knock senses to him. The same could be said to Enma.

He felt his green eyes watered and he tried calming down, putting his hands to his eyes as if to block everything.

He didn't want to cry but kami how he missed them all! He wished that there was more time before he had died but it would be selfish of him. He had a perfect life already. He had lived peacefully and happily with his family and he knew that it was time to die back then. He couldn't be selfish and want more when others didn't get the same luxury.

A sound from the door snapped him from his solemn face and he had immediately remembered that the letters were going to be sent today. He opened the door and had gotten the letters, not noticing the small warning from his intuition.

And it was too late to change the past though it was only a simple letter that changed everything he had done so far.

.oxo.

Magic school...he was invited to a magic school and at the worst time as well. If it had been in his younger days, then he would gladly accept but he was now eleven. He was slowly making a place in his only living relatives and then the letter happened.

'Back to square one,' he thought grimly, remembering the furious glare that his uncle had worn when he notice the invitation for Hogwarts, the wary and displeased eyes of his aunt and the unsure and confused look of his cousin. 'I was so close...just one more push, I think and I might have gotten into them...or at least to my cousin and aunt.'

Seriously, he didn't know if it was his luck as Tsunayoshi or a new born luck as whatever-his-name-was-now that made his life really miserable.

'He called me 'freak' again and dragged me to my cupboard,' he smiled bitterly, caressing his bruising arm. 'It was a long time since that happened.'

"Somehow, I really feel like being bullied for being a Dame-Tsuna is better that this."

The soft mutter was unheard and unexplained as the boy had submitted to the darkness and had fallen into a deep slumber.

The next day when he woke up, he had expected the hostile and unkind attitude of his relatives but it still hurt nonetheless.

Vernon all out made him do many things until he felt his body collapsed, trying to forget the letter while Petunia and Dudley ignored it with mixed emotions. He had wanted to cry right there.

Was his ten years of hard work and control over his magic really for nothing?

"I'm sorry," his head snapped at the direction of the soft voice. His emerald orbs stared at the anxious posture of his cousin. He knew his cousin was not one to apologize so it made a fluttering feeling inside his heart. He wondered if he was a fool to hope for something from his cousin.

"I should have ignored you when it was clear that you didn't like what happened, too...," the taller boy scratched his head nervously. "You're my cousin after all, Harry-ah, w-wait! W-why are you crying?!"

"Huh? T-tears?" Tsuna's hand touched something from his face and for the first time in his new life, he had lost control of his tears and he had cried in front of his cousin, who uncertainly gave him an awkward hug. "I'm sorry...I don't know but I-"

He continued to cry.

Harry, he found out his name. His cousin had called him by his name and had acknowledged him as his cousin. He was even comforting him. It was almost too good to be true.

After so many years and the scene yesterday, he had thought he wouldn't be accepted to his only living family anymore but he was glad he was wrong. He was so glad that he had cried. He was sure that the others would comment of him being a crybaby if they were here.

They stayed in that position until the former Mafioso calmed down completely and stopped crying. They didn't speak for a while.

"You're okay now, right?" Dudley exclaimed loudly, moving away with a big blush. "And stop with the whole depressing aura, it's annoying. So that's all I'm saying... Bye!"

Watching how the taller boy left so fast, Tsuna let a small chuckle, a big weight on his shoulders being lifted.

It seemed like he had made some progresses after all. He just wished that the following days would continue to stay normal. He didn't want to lose any progress that he had now if something concerning about his magic showed up again.

.oxo.

A/N: Ugh, this is going to take a lot of work. I hate the Dursley and would rather not have Harry/Tsuna be living with them but I had to get some canon at least...since I'm so changing the story after this. I'd like to think that Tsuna would be able to break their hate from him though I'm kind of unsure about Vernon since I don't know how to make him like anything not normal. I already had thoughts about Petunia and Dudley but I think Vernon's a lost cause.

Anyway, on the brighter, who do you think will be reincarnated other than Tsuna and what will their counterpart in HP be?