Here is the gift fic for Coolgirlforeves15. Like many of my other fics I can't guarantee quick updates.

Title:

Touch By A Sky

Author:

Azuru99

Summary:

Some realities there is only magic. Some realities there is only flames. Sometimes there is magic and flames but people only awaken one or the other. Finally there are the realities where those capable can awaken both. Harry awakens his flames when he ends up on his primary schools roof. But despite it being fairly common Harry can't escape his knack for impossible situations. He harmonizes with someone he hasn't yet met and his childhood changes. How will the Mofia world react to a boy-who-lived sky? How will the Wizarding World deal with a Mofia trained savior? What will Harry do for his guardian? Who will stand by the boy savior and who will prove traitorous? It all begins with the touch of a sky.

Pairings:

Fon/Harry, ?

Warnings:

Slash (male-male relationships, boyxboy, guy on guy) mentions of slight child abuse (I Do Not Condone) age difference, changes from cannon, possible character bashing, others to be decided later

Harry James Potter did not have a happy childhood. For as long as he could remember he lived with his aunt, uncle, and cousin who despised him for being a "freak" and for not being "normal." They would punish him for infractions by locking him in the cupboard under the stairs which was in fact where he was left to sleep. He was denied food and other basic necessities regularly. His aunt would swing a frying pan at him and his uncle would use his belt if they were particularly displeased with him. Cousin Dudley enjoyed and was encouraged to steal food, hit and kick him. Harry had once asked about his parents and was informed they were drunk driving and had killed themselves in an accident. He then had to duck the swing of the frying pan his aunt had just emptied of eggs on Dudley's plate.

Dudley was two years older than Harry. He did not like doing the work he brought home from school and Harry found himself forced to complete it. In this way he learned to read at three out of necessity. When he joined primary school, he found himself having to attempt to avoid cousin Dudley and the kids who followed the older boys lead. He found himself friendless as the other kids did not want to get on the bad side of Dudley's gang. But he found refuge in the library. Knowing Dudley would never set foot in there.

Harry was six when he realized he could hear his uncle working in his home office when he was locked in the cupboard. Uncle Vernon would talk aloud as he solved problems and through this way Harry learned about finances and the workings of the mind of businessmen. He was expected to cook his relative's meals, clean the house, and garden so he picked up those skills as well. His aunt signed him up for a home economics elective at school where he learned sewing, home repairs, and other skills his cousin and the other boys called "girlie" skills. He suspected, due to the jibes he received from the other boys, it was to humiliate him. Another skill he learned through necessity was lock picking and stealth. He would have no doubt starved if he had not learned this particular skill.

That Wednesday had been particularly bad. Aunt Petunia had been inordinately angry when she woke up and had reached into Harry's cupboard and yanked him out without waiting for him to finish dressing. He had to cook his relatives breakfast in his pajamas and could not eat because he had to dress and he had been forbidden.

As he set his uncle's coffee down and placed the morning paper in the exact spot his uncle liked it the man looked up at his wife. "Don't forget I have that important dinner meeting with that company from China. If I manage to get them to sign Grunnings will be able to spread our client base further."

"Of course, dear. I was planning a blend of Asian and British cuisine. It's not like we should have to eat that stuff ourselves, and it would show how easily our cultures can combine." aunt Petunia had simpered. Nearly seven years old and Harry knew that it wouldn't be aunt Petunia to cook the meal. She would be supervising as he himself made the dinner, not that anyone would know or care to acknowledge the fact. He hadn't heard any more of the conversation as he scurried to his cupboard to get dressed for school. Though he heard uncle Vernon muttering about sucking up to midgets on his way to the car, followed by Dudley who, snickering, had kicked Harry's cupboard door on the way past.

Harry had had to run to school as usual and had just slipped into his seat as the late bell rang. He spent the lesson concentrating on what the teacher said, not having much else to do without any of the friends his classmates had to whisper to and pass notes.

First break seemed to be making his day look up as he hid in the library from Dudley and read a book of fairy tales. He felt similar to that of a character called Cinderella. And even as a part of him that sounded like Dudley and the other kids at school sneered that he was being a whimp: Harry couldn't help but wish for a Prince Charming to come and rescue him. A long-lost family member hadn't appeared like he had wished for, so maybe he needed a Prince Charming.

He had been so engrossed in thoughts of a Prince Charming at lunch he hadn't been quick enough to reach the library. So, he had been chased across the playground by his cousin and his cousin's gang. But then he wasn't. All of a sudden, he found himself on the school roof, and as he glanced down at his hands he saw pure orange fire. But something told him it was not dangerous and he believed it as it was the part of himself that made things easier when times at the Dursley's weren't looking too great. And yet, that same part whispered that he should hide this ability. That if certain people found out he would be in a worst spot than he was at the Dursleys.

His aunt and uncle had not been pleased. He had been suspended from school for a few days and was informed he would not be receiving food in that time. He spent the rest of the day cleaning the house and then slaving over the cooker making a meal he would not be able to partake in.

As he finished the last touches of the meal his uncle grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hall.

"This is for that freakish stunt you pulled at school." the man growled. He ignored Harry's please that he didn't do anything and didn't know what happened. He lashed Harry's back fifteen times. "here's for making your aunt drop everything to pick up your worthless hide from school." Another fifteen lashes.

"Here's for being a worthless little freak." another fifteen lashes. "And here's a taster of what will happen if you mess this deal up." And another fifteen lashes before he was shoved into the cupboard. He lay motionlessly on the infant mattress, his back throbbing, trying to keep the pain filled whimpers silent and hoped the deal would go through. If anything went wrong and the other party refused he would be getting more lashes from his uncle. It had happened before. The business dinner began and Harry lay listening to the murmur of voices and the clatter of dishes. He was brought out of his daydreams of being able to eat some of the food he had made when he noticed a face peering at him through the grate of the cupboard. A little monkey stared curiously at him from the other side of the door. He silently picked the lock and reached out the ajar door to the strange little guy. Allowing it to decide to come to him or not. The monkey patted Harry's hand and Harry stroked its fur.

Then something on the monkey caused a reaction to Harry. Even as he tried to hold it back a spark of the flames from earlier ignited. Quickly Harry retracted his hand and closed and redid the bolt. Pressing himself into the back of the cupboard and hoping no one would notice what had happened. He did not want another beating so soon after the last and knew that he would if his relatives saw the strange flames. They would claim it another freakishness related to his freakish existence. But he could not help feeling something had changed. The only way he could explain it was that a bond between himself and someone else had formed. A bond that offered protection. He knew he could not break this bond, his instincts told him the results would be disastrous. Besides, this bond to whoever it was, was exactly what he had been wishing for. Only an idiot would turn away from what they had been wishing for, for their entire life. Or at least for however long they could remember.

Things changed after that dinner. The deal went through and the Dursley's went on vacation leaving him with Mrs. Figg. But then uncle Vernon had ordered Harry to clean the attic. And when that was done it had been converted into a room for him. The Dursley's attitudes had not changed and Harry guessed someone was making them comply with these changes. Because a change in rooms was not it. Harry was signed up for martial arts. He was sent to a building after school and would be tutored by a man in topics he knew his relatives would not approve. Physical training, calligraphy, languages, cultural studies, meditation. The man shoved knowledge into his brain at a terrifying speed. But what really terrified Harry was the fact that once he got used to the changes, he could grasp much of what his tutor expected him to learn.

But his knew tutor and the silent treatment wasn't all that had changed. He would receive gifts from someone too. They were practical gifts, first he had received an icebox and cupboard. The strange gift was explained when groceries were left for him as well. Someone was making sure he ate properly. Then came clothing that actually fit, equipment for training, books and more furniture such as a desk, bookcase, and other items to help make his room comfortable but were still useful. But these practical gifts weren't the only gifts that appeared for him. He would receive fictional books, games, and supplies for hobbies such as drawing, sculpting, and candle/soap making. Most of the hobbies he learnt were fun, but also useful. He made his own soaps so the Dursley's wouldn't be able to deny it to him. Besides the home-made soaps he made were far better than the ones his relatives grudgingly gave him. He could stitch in a tidy, straight line, and his penmanship was fluid and legible.

But once he had settled into the strange events his tutor began training him to use those strange flames he had awoken while running from Dudley and his gang. And his instincts told him that these changes had occurred due to the bond he shared with that person. The owner of the monkey who had visited during the dinner party. Strangely, despite never seeing them, this information comforted him. And he pushed himself to do his best, not only in his tutoring sessions, but also at school too. The person he shared a bond with was doing so much for him, the least he could do was show their kindness was appreciated by striving to do his best. He hoped he could meet whatever standard they had set for him.

A year after beginning his tutoring he was given a new hurdle to overcome. His tutor wanted to train him in weaponry. It took Harry a long time to settle within him the expectation that he may kill someone. Because he knew that is what his tutor and sponsor expected him to be able to do. But, could he kill someone in cold blood? He wasn't sure he could, but if they threatened his protector? If they tried to take what he had hoped for, what he was striving to achieve? He was being offered so much, could he give this to his tutor and sponsor? Maybe.

So, despite a conflicted conscious Harry learned to use all sorts of weaponry. And despite the conflict within his heart he found himself excelling at the tessen, sai and bow and arrows. He was also good with a sling and bola.

In this way his childhood changed from what it could have been. He decided not to hide his talents, now that the Dursley's ignored him for the most part. They had made arrangements with the school that any information would go to someone else. All Harry had to do was bring his scores and permission slips to his tutor and the next day they would be signed. Fon Li was the name that was always written upon his forms after that dinner party.

Disclaimor:

I don't own Harry Potter and Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I am not making money from this piece. I don't even own the idea behind it.

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