Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the franchises, Katekyo Hitman Reborn and Harry Potter.

WARNING: Please read the second paragraph of my AN after you're done with this chapter. If you don't like the content that will be in the future chapters, don't say I didn't warn you if you choose to continue without seeing it.

Everything started on Halloween of his Fourth Year in Hogwarts.

Just one year. Just one calm, peaceful year where the most he had to worry about was passing Potions rather than fearing for his life. Was that too much to ask? Evidently, it was.

After his name was selected by the Goblet of Fire as the Fourth Champion of the Triwizard Tournament, he thought nothing could get worse until he was confronted by his best friend in their dormroom in Gryffindor Tower.

"…So how'd you do it?" Ron said stiffly as he sat on his bed. His blue eyes were locked onto the green-eyed teen and narrowed in suspicion.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he slowly got ready for bed.

The taller teen gave him an ugly scowl. "I mean, how'd you trick the Goblet? Did Hermione teach you a spell or maybe you got a Seventh Year to enter for you?"

"I didn't do anything! Someone just put my name in the Goblet to make sure I'll be in the tournament!" The shorter dark-haired teen protested.

"Yeah right. So it's not enough just being the Boy-Who-Lived, eh? You heard Dumbledore. Eternal glory, 1000 Galleons. Which was it that made you want to participate?" The red-haired teen spat out.

The shorter wizard began pleading to the redhead helplessly as he tried to get him to listen. "Ron! Listen to me! I don't even want to be in the tournament! Someone's trying to kill me and-"

Ron interrupted him with a disgusted glare. "You know what! I don't want to hear anymore from you, you traitor. I should've seen this coming! Putting me and 'Mione in danger just for you to get more attention. You betrayed me, Harry. You're no better than Pettigrew!" The taller teen harshly accused the other.

Harry almost stumbled back as though Ron had slapped him. The redhead's words hurt him in a way that he never felt before. The wizard felt like drowning or dying. He couldn't tell which because his chest felt so painfully cold. He wanted to scream and shout at him. He wanted his best friend to realize and understand his situation. But suddenly, he felt something snap in his mind. As if he had just gone through life wearing a pair of foggy glasses and just realized that he needed to clean the lens to see properly, the Boy-Who-Lived suddenly realized everything with a clarity he never knew he had been missing.

"Um…Harry. Are you okay?" Neville asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Ignoring the rest of his dormmates, he turned around and went to his bed. "…I see… if that's how you feel," the green-eyed brunet simply mumbled almost inaudibly to his best frie- former friend before finally going to sleep.

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The next morning, Harry Potter's dormmates found him missing and his bed empty and all his belongings were gone. The only thing left of him was the splintered remains of his Holly and phoenix feather core wand neatly placed on the covers of his bed.

Everyone began to panic as all the staff members of Hogwarts searched high and low for the teen but no trace of him can be found on castle grounds. They even combed through Hogsmeade just to be safe. After a few days, they decided to leave the matter alone. The boy will show up eventually. After all, where else can Harry Potter go? The young wizard is magically bound to appear participate in the Triwizard Tournament lest he lose his magic.

But as the date of the First Task drew closer and closer, the professors began to get more and more worried. Rumors and speculations spread rapidly as Rita Skeeter eagerly wrote article after article on the possible whereabouts and actions the elusive Boy-Who-Lived was up to. Hermione Granger was responsible for one side of the argument that her "friend" was sulking somewhere and condemned him for avoiding his schoolwork and classes. Ronald Weasley, however, would viciously tell anyone who would listen about how his "best mate" was always a coward and how if it wasn't for him, Harry Potter wouldn't have made it out alive in any of their misadventures.

Finally, the First Task began and still no sign of the Fourth Champion. But there's no need to worry. There's still plenty of time. So long as the boy actually appears for the tournament, it doesn't matter if he goes last. However, Harry Potter still didn't show after all three of the true Triwizard Champions had their turn, so they gave the boy some time to work up his courage and waited. And waited. And waited.

Then the sun went down. The First Task had officially ended and Harry Potter still wasn't here. Where is he!? Where is their Boy-Who-Lived?! Panic ensued over the fourteen-year-old wizard's wellbeing. In order to calm the people in some way, Ministry Cornelius Fudge, taking the advice of Albus Dumbledore, ordered a nationwide manhunt to locate their Savior and bring him to the Ministry of Magic for his own safety.

Perhaps it's not too late. So long as they can find him before the Triwizard Tournament was over, he'll still have his magic once they get the boy to participate in one of the remaining tasks. But days passed, then weeks, then months. Then the Yule Ball came and went as did the Second Task until finally, the Third Task ended with Cedric Diggory taking the Triwizard Cup and earning a bittersweet victory for Hogwarts and Hufflepuff. Still no Boy-Who-Lived.

Eventually, the Aurors had to give up the unsuccessful searches, and it was presumed that Harry Potter was possibly dead. After all, a wizard losing his magic is a fate worse than death. Even if the boy had run away and somehow avoided capture, there's no way a barely-trained Hogwarts student can possibly survive on his own without his magical core. All around the United Kingdom, witches and wizards mourned the loss of their Boy-Who-Lived. An empty grave and headstone was even erected beside his parents in Godric's Hollow on behalf of donations from the public in memory of their precious Savior.

Ando so life had no choice but to move on, but the British Wizarding World from then on was never the same.

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Deep within Italy, one Hadrian Temperanza stepped off his plane at the Lamezia Terma International Airport, dully prepared to enjoy his newfound freedom like the clouds he had watched pass by during his flight.

AN: After reading too many HP/KHR crossover fics, I am jumping into the fray myself. I fell in love with the idea that Harry is a Cloud (or at least a Cloudy Sky in some) and became the Varia's Cloud Officer some way or another. Another reason for why I want to write this story is because I also want to try my hands at bashing. Up until now, I've kept my views on various franchises pretty neutral but this time, I want to try this method out and see how it goes for me.

Let me just warn you right now before you read any further! I am planning on writing Harry out as an agendered person romantically involved with a man. Since the theme I created for him is "not giving a fuck", things like socially constructed expectations on gender and sexuality wouldn't matter to him. To be honest, I'm not too well-versed in this subject, so I'll be researching heavily on this topic as I continue with this fic. While I'm doing that, please feel free to give me feedback on how I'm doing in portraying Harry this way. And don't hesitate to call me out if I'm doing something wrong!

Thank you all for reading~! Reviews, favorites, and follows give me life~! ໒( ͡ᵔ U ͡ᵔ )७

Edited (7/22/2017)