The Lightning Guardian

Summary: Reborn had expected several things from Sawada Tsunayoshi. What he hadn't expected, though, was the boy already having a Guardian. But who really is Narukami Haruka? FemHarry.

Just a warning: FemHarry, DeAged!FemHarry, LightningFlames!FemHarry, LightningGuardian!FemHarry, Wizard!Shamal, AU

I don't own KHR or Harry Potter, Amano Akira and JKR does.

Chapter Three

"Have you been living here since the war ended?" Shamal asked hesitantly, breaking the silence that had formed between them after the duo moved to the kitchen.

Haruka, who had just finished the preparations for dinner, looked at him from across the table. She stared for a moment; her lips twitching as the pang of nostalgia hit her when she noticed that he was eating the cookies Mrs. Weasley always made sure to send to her every month. He loved to steal her cookies, even in Hogwarts.

"Not really. We moved to Namimori because of Cho." Shamal shuddered at the name making her laugh. "Still having nightmares about the evil witch?" Haruka teased.

He glared. "If you had to deal with that bitch and her little gang then your reaction at her name would have been similar."

"You were the one who made an enemy out of them." She pointed out. "I told you to leave them alone but you simply couldn't stop acting like an idiot." She would have said man-whore much like the girls from the Anti-Shamal Club did but that wasn't right. Shamal was better than that.

Shamal pouted and folded his arms, muttering something that she didn't understand.

"Why did you call me anyway?" He asked after a moment, frowning a little. "I doubt it is because you missed me."

Haruka nodded. "I wanted some information." He raised an eyebrow, straightening his back as he stared at her with interest. "You see, I meet a young boy that…" And she explained about Tsunayoshi and his strange power along the disgusting seal that she knew to be the reason for the boy's problems at school and his clumsy.

By the time she was finished Shamal had an odd expression in his face.

"What is it?" She narrowed her eyes.

He pressed his lips together in a thin line. "What did you say the kid's surname was?"

Now she was suspicious.

"Sawada..."

Shamal rubbed his eyes. "Only you would adopt Sawada Iemitsu's kid." He looked into her eyes, interrupting her before Haruka could ask about it. "Sawada Iemitsu is… He is involved in the business."

Haruka sighed, understating what he meant. "You mean yours and Renato's Underground business."

He nodded slowly.

Haruka pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't know much about it; they never explained it fully because there was a law similar to the Statute of Secrecy in their society. Haruka also never tried to ask about it, which relieved them to no end since they hated to lie to her, but now it seemed like she would have to know about it one way or another, especially if she wanted to help Tsunayoshi.

"Talk." He opened his mouth to protest but she glared at him. "I am not a child anymore Shamal. I am a full trained witch and a war veteran. You can't tell me anymore that I am not strong enough to even think of getting in this business." He looked a little panicked. "Renato would agree with me."

Shamal winced at the name but hide it by taking a deep breath. He sighed in defeat and started explaining about everything; the Mafia, the Vendice, the Vongola and the Flames of Sky. Haruka didn't interrupt but it was possible to see that she was finally starting to understand several things about Shamal and Renato that never made sense to her before that. She also wondered how the hell the Wizarding World had no information about those Flames. How had no magical come in contact with it before and could they even use Flames?

She would have voiced her questions if Shamal hadn't distracted her by talking about Tsunayoshi's father.

Haruka narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Iemitsu, apparently, was only married to Nana in the paper. He rarely, if ever, visited or called and to him, the CEDEF and the Vongola was more important than his own blood family. Shamal barely had anything good to say about the man, and any respect he had for him was because of his power and position.

"I see…" Haruka rubbed her eyes. "And is it possible to seal someone Flames?"

Shamal's eyes widened in horror.

"Why?"

"Because I am pretty sure Tsunayoshi's Flames have been sealed."

He looked into her eyes, his expression darkening. "Sealing someone Flames is a process that stopped being used at the end of the 18th century. Most of those who had their Flames sealed away were children of Mafioso who didn't want them involved with the Mafia, but then someone noted that those kids ended getting clumsy, started having memory and concentration problems and much more." Shamal shook his head as if he couldn't believe anyone would do such thing to a child. "It is an unspoken rule that Flames shouldn't be sealed."

Haruka frowned. So having his Flames sealed was the reason why Tsunayoshi was so clumsy and why he had so much problem in understanding the simplest subjects at school.

"Would a ritual work?" She asked after a moment. When Shamal blinked at her, she continued. "One of those which are used to take magical blocks off... Would it work to unseal Tsunayoshi's Flames?"

He shook his head. "No, it could kill the brat. Flames and magic rarely work well together, that is why only few wizards are born with Flames. I think it only happens every century or so…"

She hummed. That was interesting…

Haruka wondered if there was possibility that she also had one of those Flames?

There was a moment of silence between them before Shamal knitted his eyebrow together and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Har – Haruka…" Her lips twitched. Apparently, it would take a while for her friend to get used to her new name. "I… I think I know who sealed the brat's Flames."

She pinched her nose. Haruka was certain she wasn't going to like this.

"And that would be?"

"His father." Shamal made a pause, thinking about it. "Or maybe it could have been the Vongola Nono, but I am certain that if it was the old man, then he did it because Iemitsu asked."

Haruka's fingers twitched. She was starting to really dislike Sawada Iemitsu.

She took a deep breath. "Isn't there another way to get hide of the seal?"

"Maybe..." Shamal frowned giving her one of those expressions every Ravenclaw had when they were trying to solve a mystery or a very difficult problem. Haruka couldn't help but snicker at it. "Maybe we could train him and help the boy destroy the seal himself. Similar with how you did with the magical blocks you had."

She grimaced at the reminder.

Haruka was - and had always been - too powerful, more than even Dumbledore. At least this was what she had heard. As child, she already had a great amount of power that could have killed her and Dumbledore and her parents had placed a block in her magic.

Along the years, after her parents' murder, Dumbledore visited simply to place more blocks in her magic. By the time she had reached her Hogwarts year, she only had access to five percent of her magic and not even that stopped her from being one of the best students in her year in several subjects (She wasn't a bookworm like Hermione, but she had wanted and needed to make Renato proud. Being an average student wasn't an option to her).

One day, while she was meditating to learn Occlumency (After Sirius's death and her horrible experiences of mind rape with Snape, she had decided to learn the technique on her own), Haruka found what could only be the representation of her magical core.

Her magical core was green, the same color as her eyes (Which didn't surprise her all that much. Wasn't the eyes the windows to the soul or something like that?), but there were strings or chains around it in another color, a blinding and annoying white that made her think of the walls of a hospital.

Hesitantly, not really knowing what to do to take those strings and chains away from her magical core (for Haruka knew it wasn't meant to be there), Haruka reached out and pulled it gently.

Her magic pulsed and all she knew was pain (Later, she would compare this feeling to the one caused by the Crustacious Curse). Haruka fought against the pain and against the strings and chains which seemed to be trying to suffocate her. She blacked out a little after that, only to wake up in Hospital Wing in Hogwarts.

Dumbledore had been there, looking his age for once. Taking a deep breath, he explained what had happened and how she, with pure will power, had simply destroyed all the blocks placed on her magic and how she had been in coma for a while. Renato had been told of her situation and the Headmaster had laughed when he told her about the threats and curses that had been thrown at him along the attempts of killing him which had to be stopped by a frantic Shamal. Her Renato, he had said, was a very possessive and terrifying man it seemed (She had snorted. The old man had no idea of how right he was).

After that, the old Headmaster had trained her to control her great amount of power. She hadn't slept well for months because of the amount of training that she was receiving from both Dumbledore and Flitiwick. But honestly, that training plus what she learned from Renato had been what kept her alive after the war started.

Taking a deep breath and shaking her head, Haruka tried to focus on Tsunayoshi's situation.

She didn't want him to feel the pain she felt, so it wasn't a good idea for him to use her method to break the seal.

"I don't think that he could simply meditate and destroy the seal like I did with my blocks… But…" Haruka frowned in thought and nodded to herself. "You said that those Flames are related to one will power, right?"

Shamal nodded.

"Ok then. All we need to do is get Tsunayoshi to learn how to use his Flames. There is a great possibility that his will to get stronger plus the constant usage of the Flames will overcome the seal, breaking it."

Shamal looked into her eyes and pouted like a spoiled child. "That will take a while; do I really have to help?"

Haruka gave him a look.

He smiled, sheepishly. "Er – Who cares? We can do it if it means we will help a little boy in need."

She nodded, satisfied with his answer.

Haruka opened her mouth to speak when she felt the wards pulse.

What many people forgot or simply didn't know was that all Potters were genius when it came to Wards. They had made their whole fortune like that and they had been the ones who created the Fidelius Charm. Haruka wasn't exception to this, so the moment she had moved to her house in Namimori, she had immediately updated the wards. She could control them even she as on the other side of the country and could do almost anything with them.

She hummed as an image flashed in her mind. "Well, it seems we have visitors."

Shamal blinked. "What?"

Haruka grinned and stood up. "Come on, Tsunayoshi-kun and Kyo-chan are here."

"Kyo-chan...?" His eyebrow knitted in thought before his eyes widened. "You mean Cho's spawn?"

Her grin widened. "Yes."

Shamal groaned and facepalmed. "If he is anything like his mother, I know I won't like him. She was always one of my most annoying haters."

Haruka snickered at the reminder of the 'Anti-Shamal Club'. Shamal had suffered in their hands, that was certain. She really wanted to see his reaction when he learned that the Club still existed.

"So, where are they?" Her friend asked a little after they walked out of the house.

Haruka scanned the area with her, humming before a smile formed in her face. "Ah, there they are." She pointed out to the two small forms at distance that started to gain form as her and Shamal approached them.

Shamal raised a brow and stared at her incredulous for some reason. Haruka stopped walking and shrugged, chuckling in amusement as she saw what had gathered such reaction of the man. Kyoya had one his tonfas (A present from her) under Tsunayoshi's chin and he had his eyes narrowed as he hissed something. She knew him well enough to recognize the jealous in his eyes.

Haruka wasn't surprised at this. Every single one of her Godchildren were extremely possessive and protective of her; especially Kyoya and Teddy.

"Kyo-chan, what are you doing?" She finally decided herself to be known.

The two boys looked in hers and Shamal's direction. Tsunayoshi's eyes widened in surprise and relief while Kyoya blushed a little in shame and avoided her eyes.

Her lips twitched at this.

Honestly, Kyo-chan was so cute.

"Oba-sama..." Kyoya muttered.

Tsunayoshi blinked his eyes confused and Haruka wondered if the boy was thinking about the word Kyoya used to refer to her.

Before he could say anything, Shamal hummed. "That is Cho's brat?"

Shamal's voice was filled with irritation and disdain. She couldn't blame him, really. Kyoya was almost like a male version of Cho (which also made him look similar to her older brother). The Revenclaw graduate had always been relieved at this, saying that since the boy had mostly gotten his aggressive personality and eyes from his father, than it was only natural for his looks to come from her.

Haruka hit Shamal in the leg when she saw Kyoya expression. The boy knew very well who Shamal was from Cho's stories so the 'Anti-Shamal Club' so it was better if the doctor kept his mouth shut. Haruka doubted that Kyoya could stop himself from attacking for too long.

"He is." Haruka nodded and smiled at Tsuna. "Hello, Tsunayoshi-kun. Are you well?"

Tsunayoshi's eyes shone with happiness as he beamed. He opened his mouth and was ready to answer when Kyoya narrowed his eyes and turned his glare from Shamal to him. Immediately, the doe eyed boy paled and started shaking his head.

Shamal raised an eyebrow at Kyoya attitude, looking a little surprised. He frowned in thought, turned his attention toward Haruka and then pointed in Kyoya's direction.

"Are all the others like him?"

It wasn't difficult to understand the hidden meaning of the question. Are all your godchildren possessive like him?

Haruka sighed, smiling fondly. "They are."

Shamal took a deep breath, wrinkling his nose. "I will have to deal with all those brats, won't I?"

This one was a little more difficult to understand, but it was something like; Please tell me they aren't part of that stupid Club! Please tell me I won't have to deal with those brats trying to kill me?

Haruka merely chuckled in amusement.

"Damn..." Shamal sighed.

Haruka rolled her eyes and turned her attention toward the two children.

"Come on, boys." She waved her hand. "I made dinner, why don't you come with us?"

Kyoya perked up and nodded after a moment of staring into her eyes. Haruka chucked and looked at Tsunayoshi, smiling gently at the young boy, silently asking if he would also come.

"I will come!" He smiled before frowning a little after that.

He must have been worried about his mother, Haruka decided after a second of observing him. Tilting her head, Haruka's eyes softened.

"You can call your mother to warn her about it when we reach the house." She said.

Tsunayoshi grinned and ran toward her "Thank you, Haruka-niisan!"

Haruka held the urge of laughing. Even after she had been called Aunt by Kyoya, Tsunayoshi still thought she was a boy. She would have to do something about this in the future. Shaking her head, she patted his head before turning around and started walking. It didn't take long for her to notice that Kyoya was following her dutifully.

"He is like a duckling." Shamal muttered to himself in amusement before he started laughing when Kyoya grabbed one of her hands. Haruka rolled her eyes with a smile, but didn't say anything. She agreed with him.

Noticing that Tsunayoshi wasn't walking with them, Haruka stopped and looked at him. The fuffly haired boy had his head lowered and he seemed a little sad and nervous.

Haruka raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you coming, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

His head snapped up and Tsunayoshi grinned widely as he ran in her direction.

"I am coming, Haruka-niisan!"

Haruka smiled before offering her free hand to Tsunoayoshi as he approached her. Tsunayoshi smile seemed to get larger as he held her hand and they started moving toward the house.

There was a moment of silence before Tsunayoshi spoke.

"Ne, ne, Haruka-niisan?"

She looked at him by the corner of her eyes. "Yes, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

He tilted his head. "How did you know that Hibari-senpai and I were near you house?"

"Magic." Haruka said pressing a finger to her lower lip and winking.

Tsunayoshi pouted. "Mou. That doesn't answer my question."

Haruka couldn't stop herself, it was too much. She threw her head back and laughed.

She really wanted to see his reaction when he learned that she wasn't messing with him.

00

Hibari Kyoya was the only son of Hibari Kyoshi and Hibari Cho.

He was his father Heir and a wizard, although he was homeschooled and didn't go to a magical school even if he had already been invited to more than one school (The only invitation that he didn't receive yet was the one from Hogwarts because of his age). He was also the oldest Godson of Narukmai Haruka, also known as Henrietta "Harry" Potter and was very proud of this fact.

Kyoya tolerated his younger "cousins", even the ones that had yet to be born (After all, all of Oba-sama's friends promised to make her the Godmother of their children), since they were also his Godmother's puppies as she called all of them and part of his pack so he didn't have too much problem in sharing his Oba-sama with them. Aside from Lupin, of course. The werewolf child was always trying to take his rightful place as the leader of the pack when Oba-sama wasn't present and he thought he could be the Beta instead of Kyoya and that made him furious.

He wasn't used in seeing Oba-sama near other children that weren't the ones from their pack, so he was more than confused when she told him with a little of frustration that she would be going to Primary School. He was even more confused, and maybe a little furious, when he noticed that when Oba-sama wasn't with him at school, she was in the presence of a certain Herbivore.

The boy wasn't much nor was he a threat like Lupin was. But there was just something about him, something hidden behind that whole pathetic and weak side he showed at school – in his territory – that made Kyoya be wary of him. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that he needed to keep an eye on the boy.

And in case he was a danger to his Oba-sama, who was already in hiding of those who wanted to use and hurt her… Well, Kyoya wasn't going to waste even one moment before biting the boy to death (And he truly meant death, not the blood puddle and the serious injuries and broken bones he gave to his usual victims).

"Would you like more meat, Kyo-chan?"

He took his eyes from the small fluffy haired boy and his head snapped in his Oba-sama's direction. The boy sighed in relief with unshed tears on the corner of his eyes while the old man (Who he was sure was the one his mother told him to bite to death if he did anything perverted and stupid) patted the little Herbivore's head with an expression of compassion.

"It's alright, kid… His mother always sent glares like that in my direction when we were children. You'll survive…" He made a pause. "I hope."

The fluffy animal sent him a look filled with horror and his lips trembled.

Oba-sama snickered, her lips twitching in amusement as she placed more meat in Kyoya's plate. As a growing Carnivore, he needed to eat meat ("But don't forget to eat your vegetables too, they are good for you." "Yes, Oba-sama").

"Ah, Kyoya-kun and Tsunayoshi-kun!" They all looked toward the door where a Hiroshi blinked owlish. "S-Shamal?"

The old man waved his hand lazily. "Hey."

The fluffy animal greeted Hiroshi with a blush and a shutter as the man sat down across him and Kyoya simply nodded his head to the man who smiled at him gently. The blonde turned to Shamal with a small frown.

"Would you be the reason to why Tsuki is talking to Mione?" He asked.

Kyoya took a bit of his delicious meat and watched with interest as the expression on Shamal's face darkened. It was Oba-sama who answered though;

"It is because of me actually… I asked her to call Hermione." She turned to the small animal. "Tsunayoshi-kun, would you like more salad?"

The boy blinked and offered his plate to her with a big smile. "Please, Haruka-niichan."

Kyoya shot him a look. Why was this boy – He paused. Had Kyoya been more like his mother, he would have gaped and made an expression of pure horror when he understood what was going on. Who was it that forced his beautiful Oba-sama to crossdress as a boy?! And how dense was the little animal if he couldn't see that Oba-sama was female?

"Oh…" Hiroshi frowned a little. "Did something happen?"

Oba-sama pressed her lips together in a thin line. "Hermione lied about something really important and I asked Tsuki to call her."

Kyoya narrowed his eyes while the fluffy animal widened his eyes as if he couldn't believe that someone would lie to the green eyed deaged girl. Both of them could see how hurt she was at this, but only Kyoya (and Shamal and Hiroshi) noticed how heartbroken she actually was. He didn't need to be a genius to understand that whatever Hermione lied about was related to Renato Sinclair.

Everyone in the pack (that being; the Hibari, the Weasley, the Malfoy, the Longbottom – now Morino – and the Zabini) knew about the Italian man who was Oba-sama's fiancée and beloved. Ever since she was deaged and the British Wizarding World started hunting her down, Oba-sama had lost contact with him but they all knew how she was waiting for her body to grow a little more before she could look for him…

But if something happened to him or if Hermione learned that he was with someone else and never told this to Oba-sama then…

He clenched his fists.

It could break her. It would kill her inside.

Oba-sama may have changed her surname and name, but she was still a Potter and they were known to have only one love in their life. Some even said that it was a curse.

His lips turned into a sneer and narrowed his eyes.

He would bite anyone to death before they could even think of breaking and hurting his Oba-sama like that.

By the corner of his eyes, Kyoya noticed that the fluffy animal had an expression in his face that more or less promised the same thing. The boy didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't want to see Haruka hurt and would protect her.

Huh… Kyoya looked at him.

Maybe having the little animal around won't be so bad after all, especially if he could be useful and could help him protect his Oba-sama. Maybe Kyoya could even train him to be her bodyguard when he wasn't around.

He smirked at the idea.

It was decided then. The fluffy animal could stay. But the moment he showed himself to be too weak or too useless then Kyoya would simply bite him to death.

Tsuna shivered in fear at that moment even if he wasn't sure why before he shook his head and smiled at Haruka when his friend offered him some cheese cake. Maybe it was just cold that made him shiver like that, nothing for him to worry about.

He would come to regret this thought later.

Poor, poor Tsuna…

00

Hours after dinner, Sawada Nana came for her son and Tsuki had yet to make an appearance. Cho's son had his own room in the house and he would be staying there for the night and Shamal was given the room next to the hell' spawn.

As he sat down on his bed, not even blinking when he noticed that all his possessions were already there (The house-elves were fast like that), Shamal sighed before opened his bag. He paused when he noticed a framed picture under all his clothes and he pursed his lips a little. After Harry supposed death, he had placed away everything related to her, but that picture was one of the only ones that he forced himself to look at because it was taken before the first signs of the appeared (That being the snake faced Dark Lord resurrection in the Last Task of the Triwizard Tournament).

At the picture, Shamal and his friends were all well dressed and smiling. It had been taken at the Yule Ball and he had gone with Luna, who needed someone older to go to the ball and he was the only of their group available since Neville had already promised to go with Ginny.

He focused on Harry (Haruka – Danm, he really needed to remember that she and the other two changed their names), who was smiling shyly at the camera, looked stunning with her dark green evening dress and her hair being held back by expensive pins, having a few strands of hair framing her delicate and aristocratic face. Her makeup wasn't much, but it was enough to make her look like an adult and not the fourteen years old she was at the time.

Beside her, holding her close, was an Italian and familiar man dressed in a expensive suit and tie which matched her dress perfectly. The man had a smirk in his face, dark hair with curled sideburns and his dark eyes were sharp and dangerous.

Although anyone else would miss it, Shamal had known the man in the picture for years. So, honestly, it was impossible to not notice the look of pure adoration, possessiveness, love and respect sent in Har - Haruka's direction.

Shamal took a deep breath, looking away before he decided to run after Harry – Haruka – and explain about Reborn's curse and how he didn't even know her anymore.

He was a real coward…

He should have explained all that when he started talking about the Mafia and the Flames of Sky… And speaking of that, Shamal's back straightened, Iemitsu's kid truly had his Flames sealed. Shamal was a Mist and not a Sky, but even he could feel the lack of harmony around the boy. He was actually surprised with how perceptive the boy could still be even with part of his own Soul being sealed away. Honestly, he was certain it was because of his connection to the Vongola Primo (Hell, the kid looked similar enough to the man to be his reincarnation). But he couldn't… He was no Gryffindor.

"Shamal?" He blinked and jumped a little when fingers snapped in his face.

"Don't do that, Har - Haruka." He glared.

She snickered and sat next to him. He smiled a little when he noticed that she was wearing her Quidditch jersey over her pajamas. She had shrunk it a little so the jersey wasn't looking like dress.

"You still have this picture?" She asked when she saw what he was holding. A small and sad smile appeared in her face. Haruka shook her head and gained a mischievous look. "I thought you wanted to forget this day?"

He blushed madly and immediately threw the picture inside his bag. "Bloody hell, Haruka! I had forgotten about it!"

And now she just reminded him why he really hated any mention to that day of December. That had been one of the most embarrassing days of his life and it was all Fleur's fault. The Veela would pay for it one day!

Haruka raised her hands in surrender. "Think like that; Ron suffered more than you."

This time, Shamal laughed. "Poor, poor Ronikins. Not even his little sister or the twins made easy for him after what he did at the ball. And the Howler he received the next morning! I thought Mrs. Weasley was going to make someone deaf!"

Haruka giggled, but before she could say anything, a familiar but a little different voice interrupted her.

"She almost did." They looked toward the door to see a very awkward looking Hermione.

She hadn't changed much. Her brown hair was lighter, tamer and shorter. She was wearing an old jeans, her Weasley' sweater and a pair of old sneakers. Her brown eyes were lacking that glint they always had and she looked really tired, as if she would fall sleep at any moment.

"H-Hey." She waved.

"Have you been working until late again, Hermione?" Haruka asked, calmly. Too calmly.

"Y-Yeah… I-I had a project to finish, huh…" She shifted in her place before looking at Shamal who glared at her. "How have you been?"

"Could have been better if someone hadn't made me believe that one of my best friends was dead." He hissed.

Hermione flinched before looking at her feet. Slowly, the woman licked her lips and raised her head a little to find Haruka staring at her unblinking.

"A-Are you angry?"

Shamal winced. He always thought that Hermione was a intelligent young woman but it didn't look like that anymore. That definitely wasn't the right question to make at the moment.

"Angry?" Haruka repeated. Her eyes glowed and it was possible to hear lightning cracking around her. "Do you want me to be angry, Hermione?" She pursued her lips a little when the brown haired woman didn't answer. "I was angry with Luna for letting you convince her to hide the truth from me… But now? I'm not angry. I'm disappointed."

Hermione looked like she was ready to cry and Shamal could understand if she did.

A angry Haruka was easy to deal with. She would scream, she would lash out, she would break things and then, after some time giving the cold shoulder to whoever made her angry, she would forgive them. But a disappointed Haruka? That meant that the green eyed witch no longer trusted Hermione. It could take years until that trust was repaired and even then, Haruka would look at Hermione with suspicion.

"What right did you have to lie to Shamal and Renato?"

Hermione bit her lower lip, "Harry, I was just trying to protect you –"

Haruka interrupted her, "Do you remember what happened every single time someone lied or hide a piece of important information to protect me?" She snarled silently, "People died."

"Harry, nothing like that happened!" Hermione sounded a little hysterical, "Shamal is here and you can just talk to Renato and explain everything. I'm sure he will understand."

Shamal interrupted. He shouldn't have. He should have kept his mouth shut. But if he didn't speak now then when Haruka finally learned about what happened, he would more likely lose her trust.

"That won't be possible." Haruka and Hermione looked at him. He made a motion with his head toward the bushy haired witch, "Renato couldn't deal with your death and the curse that was places on him." Shamal closed his eyes, "He asked me to Obliviate his memories of you…"

Hermione gasped while Haruka stared at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down like a waterfall as both Flames and magic exploded from her body. Lightning surrounded as a shield as the windows broke and house started shaking.

"H-Harry –"

"Shut up, Hermione." The bright witch of her age gave a step back at the emotionless tone of Haruka's voice, "If you hadn't – You know what? Forget it. I can't look at your face right now."

"Harry, please, listen –"

"Out."

"Harry –"

"OUT OF MY HOUSE!" The wards around the property seemed to come to life before Hermione was forcefully ejected from the house.

Shamal opened his mouth but closed it when Haruka raised one of her hands for him to stop.

She took a deep breath. The Lightning around her body disappeared and she waves one of her hands, repairing all of the windows.

"Can it be reversed?" She closed her eyes, rubbing her face with sleeve of her pajamas shirt.

Shamal sighed, "It will take a few years. He would have to be in constant contact with you to make the process quicker." He said, "Right now, though, he is training a boy called Dino so…"

"We would've to wait until he is finished to call him." She whispered. Her lips twitched up in an almost noticeable smile, "He never like to leave anything unfinished."

Feeling his heart squeeze painfully at the expression on her face, Shamal nodded, "We could make a contact with him to help train the Sawada boy…"

"Ok…" She nodded to herself, "Ok… I can wait… I can wait a little more." She took a deep breath, "What's this about him being cursed?"

"The Arcobaleno Curse." He didn't need to say anything else. The Arcobaleno curse was well known in the Wizarding World, something about the balance of the world.

"I see… Hey, Shamal…" He looked at her.

Haruka looked a little heartbroken but he could see the little ray of hope and gratitude on her eyes.

"Thank you telling me… Thank you for not trying to protect me…"

Shamal gave her a small smile, "You're welcome."

He was a Ravenclaw but maybe he did have some Gryffindor characteristics.

Chapter Three

Happy Birthday to me and Happy Update day to you guys (Keep your eyes open! I will be updating Un Fiore Per Te, Black Beacon, Country Road, Itsy Bitsy Spider, Headmistress Potter later and there is a new story too… I can't really so that since it's 2:18AM right and I really want to go to sleep so… Yeah, you will find the updates later today)!

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