Description: Short Drabbles.

Inspired by breather's Indebted. Go check the story out, it is amazing.

Warnings: FemHarry and Mammon is Regulus Black. Also, I never read/watched KHR, all my knowledge comes from fanfiction and Wikia.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR or Harry Potter.

Introductions Part1

"Boss, I want to call one more for the Representative Battle of the Rainbow," said Mammon.

Xanxus raised his eyebrows. "Do you not trust us to win it for you, trash?"

Mammon denied it firmly. "It's not that, but, I don't want to take any chances. I want to win, Boss. And the person I want to introduce, well, her abilities are different, and she's powerful. Nobody would expect her."

Mammon seemed to pause for a second to think. He smiled wryly.

"And frankly, she won't forgive me if I leave her out on this."

Xannxus observed his Mist. "If you have such high regards, go ahead," Xanxus allowed, then went back to his wine.

Bel grabbed on to the sofa with his two hands and leaned forward. He asked eagerly, "The prince wants her name, Mammon."

Others glanced curiously as well.

"Hadrienne Lilly Potter," replied Mammon. Then, he tilted his head, and allowed a soft smile to grace his lips. Luckily, because of his hood, his expression went unseen. The hood couldn't hide his soft tone or the slight edge of fondness creeping into his voice, however. "You've met. She's family."

Some of the Varia felt horror at the soft, fond tone of their Mist. Soft was unlikey. But fond? 'Hopefully, the world wouldn't end tommorow,' they thought warily.

"Harry's technically my second cousin- and the only family I have left that would not want to kill me if they know what I am now- and she's mine. She succeeded me, and she was the one who finished what I started. But because of our age difference, we prefer to refer to each other as uncle and niece," he said. They stared, to make sure this was Mammon, not some strange look-alike. But the words were delivered in that apathetic way of his even though its contents were rather… different and revealing. And even if the last words were possessive, they knew- this was their Mist. You couldn't fake Flames and definitely not Harmony.

But Bel was stuck in one word in particular.

"Family?"

His eyes were narrowed, as he twirled his daggers. They glinted a lethal silver.

Mammon sighed quietly. At least Harry was capable enough to deal with things herself. Of course, he wouldn't have thought to introduce her to the Varia otherwise.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed!