Hitman Magic 5

A/n: Finally get around to writing this. I have to admit I was pretty lost where to go. I have been thinking about Shunpo naruto a lot and a lot of Naruto ideas have popped their way into my head so it has been hard to think. Anyways here it is.

Harry

Harry felt oddly separate from everyone around him, whether they were wishing him good luck or hissing "We'll have a box of tissues ready, Potter" as he passed. It was a state of nervousness so advanced that he wondered whether he mightn't just lose his head when they tried to lead him out to his dragon, and start trying to curse everyone in sight. Time was behaving in a more peculiar fashion than ever, rushing past in great dollops, so that one moment he seemed to be sitting down in his first lesson, History of Magic, and the next, walking into lunch.. . and then (where had the morning gone? the last of the dragon-free hours?). Harry had not seen high or low of the Vongola. It seemed they all had taken leave after Tsuna had argued with Dumbledore. Where they angry that he was participating? Well, it was nice and all thinking that he shouldn't compete but why were they avoiding him? Professor McGonagall was hurrying over to him in the Great Hall. So many people were watching him, it felt like he was a bug under a microscope, every inch of him being examined for some kind of deformity.

"Potter, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now... . You have to get ready for your first task."

"Okay," said Harry, standing up, his fork falling onto his plate with a clatter.

He heft the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall. She didn't seem herself either; in fact, she looked anxious. As she walked him down the stone steps and out into the cold November afternoon, she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Now, don't panic," she said, "just keep a cool head. . . . We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand. . . . The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you. . . . Are you all right?"

"Yes," Harry heard himself say. "Yes, I'm fine."

She was leading him toward the place where the dragons were. Well this was new. IT seemed that the wizards had taken the liberity of making a whole entire stadium for this event. Built like a stage or a play setting it looked similar to a base ball field. A really big baseball field with boulders as grass and a cave entrance as home base. Harry felt his hands grew sweaty.

"You're to go in here with the other champions," said Professor McGonagall, her voice wavering like a grass in the wind, "and wait for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is in there... he'll be telling you the - the procedure. . . . Good luck."

"Thanks," said Harry, in a flat, distant voice. She left him at the entrance of the tent. Harry went inside.

Fleur Delacour was sitting in a corner on a how wooden stool. She didn't look nearly as composed as usual, but rather pale and clammy. Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, which Harry supposed was his way of showing nerves. Cedric was pacing up and down. When Harry entered, Cedric gave him a small smile, which Harry returned, feeling the muscles in his face working rather hard, as though they had forgotten how to do it.

Unsurprisingly, or well to Harry it was unsurprising, Tsuna sat a chair comfortably, reading a small black covered book. If one glanced at him, it would look like he was in a library or at home reading a nice book next to an open fire, certainly not a few minutes away from fighting for your life against a dragon. Then again, Tsuna had told him that he was used to life and death battles.

Tsuna looked up and smiled "Yo Harry, Your 'Battle robes" are over there."

Harry raised an eyebrow "B-battle robes"

Tsuna nodded towards the edge of the tent. Sure enough there was a red set of robes with golden letters Harry on the back. Harry held it up and looked at it.

"It has a lot of enchantments or so I heard. All the Champions get one."

Harry looked around and saw that it was true. Harry turned to Tsuna and saw that he was the only one not wearing a 'Battle Robe'

"Tsuna why are you"

Tsuna laughed "well…" Tsuna looked down at his suit and tie. "I have… gotten use this old outfit that I get used to wearing it. I can't settle for new robes, even if they have some enchantments on them."

Harry nodded stiffly and moved the curtains so he could change.

When Harry got out, He could hear the roar of the crowd, and a couple dragons.

Harry paled, Cedric shook uncontrollably, Krum looked at the floor, and Fluer bit her lip. Tsuna, well Tsuna just turned the next page of his book.

Harry gave a heavy sighed, causing Tsuna to look up and sigh as well.

"The Sound and the Fury." Tsuna declared, closing his book.

The occupants of the room turned to Tsuna in confusion.

All of the other champions stared at Tsuna in confusion. Harry was the first one to ask. "The Sound and the Fury?"

Tsuna nodded, while placing a book mark into his book. "That's my book; I'm reading the Sound and the Fury"

Krum stepped forward. "What is the book about? … or What is the book?"

Tsuna smiled. "Well, it was written by a very ingenious… urm… muggle. Yes, He was very good writer and one hell of a story teller. The story basically goes through several perspectives. All of them totally different, but they revolve around the same story line. It is quite… beautiful."

The Champions were engrossed as Tsuna started to describe some of the scenes that really meant a lot to him. They nodded and laughed at how Tsuna described some things.

After a while, Fluer stared at the book intently. "Do you have another copy? I would love to read it."

Tsuna chuckled "Yes I can ask my friend to bring another copy for you."

Cedric then came forward and questioned Tsuna. "Wait, why did you just bring this up suddenly?"

Tsuna eyes flickered and he smiled as he got up. "Have you noticed, your hands have stopped trembling, your eyes aren't dead anymore, you have some color returning to your face. Your breathing is being level…"

Harry suddenly noticed. It was true. He felt relaxed, fine, but how did Tsuna…

"You are all too nervous to fight the Dragons."

The four champions flinched at the mentions of the fight coming. Tsuna sighed. "As you can see you are afraid."

Krum tried to pump up his chest but Tsuna cut him off. "You guys have not tried fighting with every part of your being."

Harry tried to speak out but Tsuna beat him to it. "What I mean, is have you ever bled so much that you came to an inch of dying, been in so much pain you lost consciousness, Felt the rush of risking it all. Several times over. It is not something you get used being in of course, but it is something you get used to facing."

Everyone was silent listening to Tsuna. They did not notice several people enter.

Tsuna, though noticing the people enter, continued anyways. "Having too much confidence is bad but being a nervous wreck is far worse. You have to relax, you know what you can do, you have spells to fight, and defend yourself, you cannot die, if you say you will not die. Simple as that. Every time I fight, I think of not what I am doing but why am I doing this. There you can draw strength."

Tsuna finished and let the champions digest his message.

There was sudden Camera flash.

All the champions turned and faced the new entrees.

"How… riveting." Rita skeeter had entered, Sauntering her hips as she walked towards Tsuna. Her quick notes writing fast.

"What a nice speech for a boy…" Rita circled around Tsuna once, "No man, giving advice to those in need. Does it give you pride or … satisfaction?"

Tsuna smiled. "No it gives me reassurance that I won't have to see people die. People I can help."

Rita Skeeter raised an eyebrow. "A humanitarian I see."

Tsuna shook his head. "A person that is tired of pointless death."

Rita bent forward. "Oh and … any pointless death you want to share with me."

Tsuna smiled and then curtly said. "No"

Rita stepped back as if stung. She quickly recovered with a smile that reminded Harry of a Cherise cat "Well… anyways-"

"Boss."

The occupants of the room turned once more. This time to behind Tsuna, where the voice came.

Tsuna smiled as he turned and faced the voice. There stood, once again, Chrome.

Tsuna walked forwards and looked into Chrome's eyes. "So Chrome, what do I owe, this splendid visit."

Chrome giggled. "A good luck."

Tsuna laughed. "Hey you know we've been in worse… remember Mammon."

Chrome shuddered but laughed anyways. "Never again."

Tsuna chuckled "Never again."

Chrome leaned towards Tsuna and quickly pecked Tsuna on the Cheek. There was a sudden flash, looks like Rita Skeeter has a story.

Tsuna smiled. Good all according to plan.

Chrome stepped back and nodded. "I best be off then."

Tsuna smiled. "See you later."

Chrome then suddenly started fading from her legs up. In a few seconds she completely disappeared. The rest of the occupants were so shocked that they just stared at the spot with an open mouth and wide eyes.

The occupants of the room gasped. Harry stuttered out. "How did she do that?"

Tsuna turned and shook his head. "Ah, she specializes in illusion, she transfigures pretty well, better than I can ever hope to."

"Ah excuse me but it is time to get started."

Once again all the occupants of the room turned. This time they turned to someone that was actually going to tell them something.

"Well, now we're all here - time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" - he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them - "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different - er varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too.. . ah, yes... your task is to collect the golden egg!"

Harry glanced around. Cedric had nodded once, to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then started pacing around the tent again; he looked slightly green. Fleur Delacour and Krum hadn't reacted at all. Perhaps they thought they might be sick if they opened their mouth; that was certainly how Harry felt. But they, at least, had volunteered for this. . And in no time at all, hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking. . . . Harry felt as separate from the crowd as though they were a different species. And then – it seemed like about a second later to Harry - Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack.

"Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur Delacour.

She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh Green. It had the number two around its neck And Harry knew, by the fact that Fleur showed no sign of surprise, but rather a determined resignation, that he had been right: Madame Maxime had told her what was coming.

The same held true for Krum. He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. He didn't even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground.

Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short Snout, the number one tied around its neck. Knowing what was left, Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four. It stretched its wings as he looked down at it, and bared its minuscule fangs.

Tsuan sighed, and just shoved his hand; right after Harry had taken out his hands, and pulled the final dragon with the number 5 around its neck, the Romanian Bronze Dragon. Tsuna sighed 'Of course, I get the one that can burn through metal easily.'

"Well, there you are!" said Bagman. "You have each pulled out the dragon you

will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the

dragons, do you see? Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because

I'm commentating. Mr. Diggory, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when

you hear a whistle, all right?"

Tsuna watched as Bagman took Harry aside and talked to him. Tsuna shrugged. Harry needed all the help he can get. Well, it wasn't like he was doubting Harry's ability, Tsuna just thought he was not ready for this type of thing, this level of combat.

Cedric looked at the floor where the trapdoor was. It would lead him to the cave entrance where he would face the dragon.

Tsuna walked up to him. "Hey Cedirc, whose your girlfriend."

Cedric looked up and automatically answered. "Cho Chang."

Tsuna nodded. "Describe her."

Cedric looked up at the sky as if he was looking a portrait in the air. "She's got nice silky black hair, her eyes are like diamonds, and she's got this really cute laugh that just takes my breath away."

Tsuna nodded, smiling, he knew what that felt like. "Well then, I think you should get her a gift."

Cedric raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Tsuna shrugged "Random surprise." Tsuna then got in a thoughtful pose. "Roses would be too obvious, try something more subtle, something small like a necklace, or even earrings. Think about it."

Cedric nodded. And then there was the whistle. Cedric open the trapdoor, his hand wasn't shaking anymore…

Tsuna nodded. He would be fine.

Harry went back inside to Fleur, Tsuna, and Krum. Seconds later, they heard the roar of the crowd, which meant Cedric had entered the enclosure and was now face-to facewith the living counterpart of his model. It was worse than Harry could ever have imagined, sitting there and listening. The crowd screamed . . . yelled... gasped like a single many-headed entity, as Cedric did whatever he was doing to get past the Swedish Short-Snout. Krum was still staring at the ground. Fleur had now taken to retracing Cedric's steps, around and around the tent. And Bagman's commentary made everything much, much worse... Horrible pictures formed in Harry's mind as he heard: "Oooh, narrow miss there, very narrow". . . "He's taking risks, this one!". . . "Clever move - pity it didn't work!"

And then, after about fifteen minutes, Harry heard the deafening roar that could mean only one thing: Cedric had gotten past his dragon and captured the golden egg.

"Very good indeed!" Bagman was shouting. "And now the marks from the judges!"

But he didn't shout out the marks; Harry supposed the judges were holding them up and showing them to the crowd.

"One down, three to go!" Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again. "Miss Delacour, if you please!"

Fleur was trembling from head to foot; Harry felt more warmly toward her than he had done so far as she walked towards the trapdoor in the center of the tent with her head held high and her hand clutching her wand.

Suddenly Tsuna came up to Fluer. "Hey are you really part Veela."

Fleur looked up confused. "Yes I am … why do you think I am cheating beauty with my blood."

Tsuna shook his head. "No, no, I think it is interesting. My friend Gokudera is half and half. He doesn't talk about it much but he says it something he prides in."

Fleur nodded and descended through the trapdoor, she didn't look as pale.

He, Tsuna and Krum were left alone, at opposite sides of the tent, avoiding each other's gaze. Or at least Krum was. Tsuna looked at both of them intently, As if he was trying to pry something out of them.

The same process started again. . . ."Oh I'm not sure that was wise!" they could hear Bagman shouting gleefully. "Oh. . . nearly! Careful now. . . good lord, I thought she'd had it then!"

Ten minutes later, Harry heard the crowd erupt into applause once more. . . . Fleur must have been successful too. A pause, while Fleur's marks were being shown. . .more clapping.. . then, for the third time, the whistle. "And here comes Mr. Krum!" cried Bagman, and Krum slouched forward to the trapdoor. Once again as if repeating the process like Bagman, Tsuna stepped forward. Krum this time stopped and looked at him.

"What is it? What do you want to say to calm me down?" Krum said the last part as if he were grinding something. It seemed Krum had quite a pride.

Tsuna shrugged. "You're a quidditch player right?"

Krum shrugged "What of it?'

Tsuna smiled "Can I get a couple tickets to your next game? In japan, we do not have the luxury of seeing a real quidditch match?"

Krum stared at Tsuna but then nodded. "I will see what I can do."

And Krum walked down, he was breathing fine.

And so the process began again. "Very daring!" Bagman was yelling, and Harry heard the Chinese Fireball emit a horrible, roaring shriek, while the crowd drew its collective breath. "That's some nerve he's showing - and - yes, he's got the egg!"

Applause shattered the wintery air like breaking glass; Krum had finished – it would be Harry's turn any moment. He stood up, noticing dimly that his legs seemed to be made of marshmallow. Harry walked over to the trapdoor and looked at Tsuna expectantly. Maybe he would give him advice, or something to calm him down, like he did with all the others.

Tsuna just smiled and walked over to Harry. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You will do fine, Harry."

Relief hit him like a bucket of water. Those words were like a shoving him the win button. NO the button to get out of the tournament, get back his friends; live a normal life at Hogwarts. It felt so good, so soothing. Harry nodded and smiled at Tsuna. He climbed down the ladder and started his journey through the cave, towards the dragon.

Tsuna

'Good now all of them will be fine.' Tsuna thought while laying back on his chair. Harry would be the fastest of them all so… 'Damn that means I can't finish my chapter… hmm… I can read it afterwards, of course they will want to party, ah well, can't help the festivities. Maybe I can get Chrome to come with me outside and…' Tsuna blushed as he thought about him and Chrome outside in the grass, looking out at the moon, leaning together as source of heat.

'Ah bad thoughts, bad thoughts' Tsuna thought while getting up and heading over to the trap door. It would be soon, he had … over heard what Harry was going to try. Tsuna had to admit, it was brave but it was far too complicated for someone like Harry. Tsuna was not insulting Harry but it wasn't just an epiphany that a fourth year student would think to use the Accio spell, which Tsuna had looked up, all of a sudden. Tsuna new that someone was helping him, someone close to Harry. That was good and bad depending on how one looked at it. It was good that someone was helping Harry succeed, but at the same time that person could have an ulterior motive… to make Harry stay in the tournament.

Harry

"Harry," he said, very seriously, "whoever put your name in that goblet - I – I reckon they're trying to do you in!"

It was as though the last few weeks had never happened - as though Harry were meeting Ron for the first time, right after he'd been made champion.

"Caught on, have you?" said Harry coldly. "Took you long enough."

Hermione stood nervously between them, looking from one to the other. Ron opened his mouth uncertainly. Harry knew Ron was about to apologize and suddenly he found he didn't need to hear it.

"It's okay," he said, before Ron could get the words out. "Forget it."

"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't've -"

"Forget it, "Harry said.

Ron grinned nervously at him, and Harry grinned back

Hermione burst into tears.

"There's nothing to cry about!" Harry told her, bewildered.

"You two are so stupid!" she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug and dashed away, now positively howling.

"Barking mad," said Ron, shaking his head. "Harry, c'mon, they'll be putting up your scores. . . ."

Picking up the golden egg and his Firebolt, feeling more elated than he would have believed possible an hour ago, Harry ducked out of the tent, Ron by his side, talking fast.

"You were the best, you know, no competition. Cedric did this weird thing where he Transfigured a rock on the ground. . . turned it into a dog. . . he was trying to make the dragon go for the dog instead of him. Well, it was a pretty cool bit of Transfiguration, and it sort of worked, because he did get the egg, but he got burned as well - the dragon changed its mind halfway through and decided it would rather have him than the Labrador; he only just got away. And that Fleur girl tried this sort of charm, I think she was trying to put it into a trance - well, that kind of worked too, it went all sleepy, but then it snored, and this great jet of flame shot out, and her skirt caught fire - she put it out with a bit of water out of her wand. And Krum - you won't believe this, but he didn't even think of flying! He was probably the best after you, though. Hit it with some sort of spell right in the eye. Only thing is, it went trampling around in agony and squashed half the real eggs - they took marks off for that, he wasn't supposed to do any damage to them."

Ron drew breath as he and Harry reached the edge of the enclosure. Now that the

Horntail had been taken away, Harry could see where the five judges were sitting - right at the other end, in raised seats draped in gold.

"It's marks out of ten from each one," Ron said, and Harry squinting up the field, saw the first judge - Madame Maxime - raise her wand in the air. What looked like a long silver ribbon shot out of it, which twisted itself into a large figure eight.

"Not bad!" said Ron as the crowd applauded. "I suppose she took marks off for your shoulder. . .

Mr. Crouch came next. He shot a number nine into the air.

"Looking good!" Ron yelled, thumping Harry on the back. Next, Dumbledore. He too put up a nine. The crowd was cheering harder than ever.

Ludo Bagman - ten.

"Ten?" said Harry in disbelief. "But. . . I got hurt. . . . What's he playing at?"

"Harry, don't complain!" Ron yelled excitedly.

Next was Tsuna's headmaster or whatever he was. Instead of a ribben, the man raised his staff and a jet of flame came out, it formed a 9.

Ron smiled. "Nice one Harry. That guy gave all the other an 8"

And now Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number shot out of his wand too - four.

"What?" Ron bellowed furiously. "Four? You lousy, biased scum-bag, you gave Krum ten!"

But Harry didn't care, he wouldn't have cared if Karkaroff had given him zero; Ron's indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him. He didn't tell Ron this, of course, but his heart felt lighter than air as he turned to leave the enclosure. And it wasn't just Ron. . . those weren't only Gryffindors cheering in the crowd. When it had come to it, when they had seen what he was facing, most of the school had been on his side as well as Cedric's. . . . He didn't care about the Slytherins, he could stand whatever they threw at him now.

You're tied in first place, Harry! You and Krum!" said Charlie Weasley, hurrying to meet them as they set off back toward the school. "Listen, I've got to run, I've got to go and send Mum an owl, I swore I'd tell her what happened - but that was unbelievable! Oh yeah - and they told me to tell you you've got to hang around for a few more minutes.. . . ah sorry got to go, hafta bring in the Romanian Bronze,"

Charlie went off to the dragon den. Harry just remembered and turned to Ron. "Is there a place where we can watch Tsuna's go."

Ron nodded. "Yea follow me mate."

Harry followed Ron to the stands, around him he was receiving buffets of slaps on the back, good jobs and so on. Harry finally pushed his way to the stands next to the twin who congratulated him and turned to watch.

Tsuna

The first thing that attracted TSuna's eyes when he stepped out of the cave was the eyes staring right back at him.

Orange eyes, They had a light hue, just like his.

'Interesting' Tsuna thought as he started to walk forward, still staring at the dragon. It was a work of art, crafted by Kami himself. Hundred's upon hundreds of spikes on its back, powerful muscles and razor sharp talons. The dragon growled as if testing the new adversary. Tsuna saw its 2 foot long fangs.

TSuna sighed as he reached into his poket. 'He would have to do this fast.

Tsuna ran forward directly at the dragon.

Everyone gasped. Some yelled at him, calling him a fool, or you're going to get yourself killed. Some screamed fearing that someone would be burned to death.

The Dragon reared its head back. It had been challenged, something , though small, had entered its territory.

The Dragon opened its maw letting loose a huge flame, an orange flame, at Tsuna. Tsuna was already moving. He had his X-gloves on, he had just swallowed a dying will pill and he was in the air, completely dodging the flame.

The Dragon stared at Tsuna. It looked at it, Tsuna could see its confusion. The Dragon recognized the flame. Tsuna smirked, he could use this. Tsuna bursted forward toward the golden egg on the rocks, near the dragon. Tsuna reached forward but felt the hair on his back stand in reflex. Tsuna pushed his hands below him and burst up, dodging the claws of the Dragon. 'So it knows where I am going…'

Tsuna calculated the dragon. It was smart, as all dragons were but this one…

Tsuna kept dodging the swipes, the flames and even the occasional tail swing. He kept propelling his flames to narrowly dodge the spikes or move to a new position.

'Damn this is getting nowhere.' Tsuna thought. There was only one option.

Tsuna fired up his X gloves and charged right at the Dragons face. The Dragon, as if expecting him, Opened its maw and breathed fire.

The Stands screamed. Tsuna put his hands forward. Smoke appeared, covering the Dragon and Tsuna.

Harry

'OH MY GOD TSUNA" Harry went eye wide. Many were screaming in indignation, as they believed someone had just perished. Harry looked around widely as if searching for a sign of Tsuna. Harry looked over and saw the Vongola at the end of the stand… Each and every one of them were smiling.

Harry eyes widened as a conclusion was dawning to him. Tsuna wasn't dead

After a few seconds

The smoke cleared and the first outline you could see was the dragon.

The stands gasped, pointed, yelled, and cheered. The dragon was on the floor, and there was a muzzle made out of ice holding it down. The Dragon struggled against it and tried to move up but it couldn't.

Then everyone could see it clearly. Tsuna was standing there with the egg in his hand. HE was smiling as he walked down from the stadium towards the judges tent.

Harry eyes went wide with shock, he gasped for breath. What the hell had happened?

Tsuna

'Time for the scores.' Tsuna thought as he walked towards the judges.

Tsuna willed himself to calm down with the techniques Reborn had taught him.

'It is never fitting for a boss to lose his temper at trivial things' Reborn had said to him.

'9,9,6, 10, 10"

Tsuna looked at his scored and nodded. 'That probably puts me in the lead… That's good.'

Tsuna walked of the stage passing everyone by. He smiled at the congratulations. He ignored Rita skeeter. All he did was walk down to a group far down the side, near the castle.

Tsuna smiled and they smiled back.

Chrome stepped forward and once again kissed Tsuna on the cheek. "Good Job, Boss."

Tsuna smiled. "Yea it was pretty fun."

And there we go. Sorry it took so long to update. Please review.