A/N: Sorry guys, I'm not gonna answer reviews this chapter, cuz I'm too lazy to do it, but I really, really, really, really, REALLY wanna thank you guys for being so supportive of this story, and I'm really glad everybody likes it. Actually, you could say that I'm thankful that anyone is reading this at all, let alone reviewing and favoriting it! So, without further ado, here's chapter eight! XD

"Me!" Harry asked, shocked. "B-But," He said. "Why, ME?" He asked, partly to himself, sitting back down. Somewhere in the process of sitting down, he wondered when he had gotten the chance to stand in the first place. While he thought on this, Tsunahime pulled up a chair and sat down next to he, Ron, and Hermione.

"The question isn't why," She said to Harry, rousing him from his contemplation. "It's why not?" She finished, crossing her legs in her seat, leaning forward slightly to look him in the face. When he finally looked her in the eyes, he felt a familiar chill running through his body. Her eyes weren't like Professor Dumbledore's, they were exactly the same. They pierced through you, ex-rayed you, examined deep into even your darkest secrets. They were knowing eyes, wise, kind. He looked away slightly.

"Why," He asked, straying from her eye contact. "Is it 'Why not'?" He looked back at her and was surprised to see her smirking at him.

"Harry, how dense can you get?" She asked him. "One," She put up one finger. "You're Harry Potter, that in general is enough to warrant at least some protection. Two," She put up another finger. "There's gonna be an extremely dangerous tournament. You don't honestly think there won't be any problems?" She said to him. "Now," she said, crossing her two fingers together. "Add those two together, among other things, and what do you get?" She said, giving the three of them a pointed look. Their eyes widened in understanding. "That's right, guards. Good ones. And if I do say so myself, the best of the best." She smiled. Just when the three of them readied themselves to ask a mountain of questions, she stood up and said, "Now, then. You were saying that you were going to head back to your common room? Well, you better get there before curfew. If you want to ask us questions, meet us here tomorrow at noon. Oh, and," she said, turning towards them. "You'd better start spreading the news that we're mafia. Though make sure to tell them that we're still taking part in the tournament. That's one of the other reasons we came, and we're not backing out any time soon. Meanwhile, I'll be going to tell Albus and Timoteo that the secret is out, and that Tim-chan can finally go home." She grinned, and with that, she whirled around and walked towards the library entrance, stopping only to say, "Hayato, come on out, now. We'll talk to them tomorrow." And when he jumped out from behind a bookshelf, she continued walking, him following close behind her.

"Blimey." Ron said.

"Yeah." Said Harry. He and Ron stood up to follow a speechless Hermione, who was now leaving the library at a quick pace. Finally, after walking for about ten minutes in complete silence, Hermione spoke.

"Do you think we should really tell everyone?" She asked, looking at them. They looked back at her, both pondering their answer. At last, Harry gave her his answer.

"I think we should. She seemed so happy that we figured it out. And, she's already gone to tell professor Dumbledore and their leader, right? We might as well, seeing as she told us to." He said, as Hermione nodded along.

"I guess so." She answered as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. After giving the painting the password and stepping into the common room, she looked at Harry and Ron and nodded to them. Getting the picture, they separated and went to tell all their friends and acquaintances about the Vongola, telling everyone to spread the word to their friends. After telling everyone they knew, they went to bed without further hesitation, not really knowing what else to do.

~The Next Morning~

"Wow, you really live up to my expectations, Harry-chan." Tsunahime said as she walked up to them in the Great Hall, receiving looks ranging from astonished to fearful. Harry, remembering what Dumbledore told him in his first year, smiled and said,

"Well, what you are is a complete secret so, naturally, the whole school knows." She grinned at this, and sat down next to him. "Nice. Did you get that one from Albus?" She asked, grabbing a piece of toast. He turned to her, looking slightly surprised. "How'd you know?" He asked her. She gave him a fox-like grin and answered, "Just seemed like something the Hige-oji would say."

"Hige-oji?" Hermione asked her, leaning over to look at her past Ron's stomach. Suddenly, Hayato showed up, with the other guardians in tow. Having arrived and heard the question, he answered.

"Hige-oji. It means 'old beard guy'. She thought it up last night. Pretty good huh?" He said, sitting down beside Ryohei, who had -very quickly- taken the seat next to Tsunahime. Just as he was about to yell "extreme", Dumbledore stood and waited for quiet, which came very quickly, seeing as he was the headmaster.

"Good morning, my pupils. Yes, a very good morning it is! I have a small number of announcements to make, so please bear with me. First of all, is something that most of you know already," He told them, looking around, particularly at the golden trio and the Vongola. "The Vongola School Of Advanced Magic, is not, in fact, a school, but a mafia family that goes simply by the name of Vongola. They are known as the most prestigious, powerful, and advanced mafia family in the world. No, no," He said, trying to calm the shocked and fearful faces of both students that knew and didn't know. "They are not like the mafia seen in muggle movies. Although," His eyes twinkled. "In some aspects, they most certainly are, they are much kinder. In fact, I believe the Vongola mafia was created to protect the weak and weary. I believe their leader could tell us a bit about that, no?" He looked at Tsuna, but before she could answer, or be beckoned to the stage, there came a yell from the Slytherin table.

"Well, if we want to learn about the filthy, weak muggles, then where is their stupid old fart of a leader?" It was Malfoy, his newly healed nose place straight on his face. But not for long. As he said that, in a rage, both Tsuna and Xanxus moved so fast no one could see them. And just as soon as they disappeared, they reappeared right behind Malfoy, Xanxus holding a knife to his neck from behind, and Tsuna, while not holding a weapon of any sort, was looking extremely deadly, despite her somewhat short stature.

"Would you mind repeating that?" She said menacingly, her eyes seeming piercing through him. "If I heard you correctly, you not only called us filthy and weak, but you insulted our recently retired boss. Insult us, or him, again, and you will die. Trust me, we may be the kindest of the many mafia families, but we're still mafia, and we're still a family, we don't take lightly to insults, and we sure as hell don't need a weapon to kill you, we could do it with our bare hands if we wanted to." She told him. "And trust me when I tell you this, by the time we're done with you, you'll be wishing we had used weapons." She added. And with that, she turned on her heel and said, "Xanxus, come on, you can torture him some other time. Well, that is, if he has the guts to taunt us again, let alone talk to us." When she said that, he let go of him and followed her back to the Gryffindor table. Yamamoto smiled at her.

"Maa, maa, Tsuna-chan, you sure can be scary." He said happily.

"Thank you, Takeshi."

"EXTREME, HIME-CHAN" Ryohei yelled, giving her an approving thumbs up.

"Thank you, Ryohei," she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, then turning to Hibari and whispering in his ear. "I give you full permission to beat him to a pulp, Kyoya." He smirked at her. "Why thank you, Sawada Tsunahime."

"Now then, Albus, you wanted me to explain some things? Sorry about that, by the way, it was a-" but she was cut off by Dumbledore when he said,

"I believe the word 'fiasco' would be the right word, there," He told her, smiling. "And yes, it would be quite helpful if you would explain some things, miss tenth boss." There were shocked gasps when He called her that.

"Please, just call me Vongola Decimo, if you really must. Otherwise, just Tsuna is fine." She said, smiling, as she walked up to the platform.

"Now then, kiddies, I guess I'll explain. Me and my guardians were hired by good ol' Albus here to guard your ungrateful asses," she glared straight at the Slytherins while saying this. "From potential dangers, including, as my information network is telling me, a good old snake-teme called voldie. Yup, that's right, kiddies, my –amazing, if I must add- information network tells me that voldie has found himself a way to revive himself to full power, and if all goes well, we'll be stopping that. If not, well, either hell will freeze over, or you'll be getting more guards next year. No, we won't be coming back, but hopefully you'll get something cool. Like ninjas. Or alchemists. Or maybe even Exorcists. Yup, that'd be awesome. Either way, we'll be protecting you from voldie and other possible threats. Not only that, but we will NOT be pulling out from the tournament, cuz that's part of the reason we came here. Oh and," She looked around at the many shocked faces. "We've been given to power to give and take house points and administer punishments, so it'd be best not to piss us off. Have a good breakfast!" She said happily, and walked off the stage with a small happy bounce in her step.

As she sat down, Harry said, "You didn't tell us about Voldemort!" In response, she grinned at him and said, "You never asked. But you can at noon~."

"What an enchanting speech, no?" Dumbledore said, smiling. "Well then, our next, and last, announcement is that the choosing of the champions begins today, and ends tomorrow. I have already told you the details about the age line and whatnot, so good luck, and enjoy your Sunday!" He said happily, and sat down.

~At Noon in the Library~

The whole of the group of mafia members sat in the library, across from the golden trio, who were ready and eager to ask questions. And so it began.

"Where's Squalo?" Harry asked, looking at Tsuna, but instead of her voice answering, it was Xanxus.

"Hospital wing." He said simply. Yamamoto grinned at Hayato, and Lambo smiled. Chrome looked nervously from Mukuro to Tsuna, who just grinned evilly.

"Is he okay!" Hermione asked worriedly, looking from Tsuna to Xanxus.

"Maa, maa, he'll be fine, it's only minor injuries." Yamamoto said. Gokudera grinned and said, "Yeah, he's fine, wanna see a picture?" And without waiting for an answer, he held up a picture of a white thing. Upon closer inspection, via Hermione, the golden trio found that it was Squalo, who was so heavily bandaged that they were surprised that he was even alive. In fact, the only defining quality that told them it was Squalo was the very long, very white, hair that grew from what they were sure was his head.

"MINOR INJURIES!" Hermione yelled, earning herself an angry glare from the librarian.

"Did you want to ask us questions or not?" Hibari said irritably, supporting his head on his hand. "I hate crowding, so can we get this over with?" He finished. Harry, hearing this, got straight to the point.

"Where are you guys from?" He asked.

"Japan. Not counting Xanxus and Squalo, they live in Italy." Tsuna answered.

"But I thought you guys were Italian mafia?" Hermione said.

"We are. We can't really help the fact that we were born and raised in Japan." She answered smoothly.

"Okay, so what's an Arcobaleno?" Ron asked.

"You have a chapter in that book on that, right?" Mukuro pointed out.

"Oh…Right." Ron said, looking away in embarrassment. The questioning continued on and Harry, Hermione and Ron heard of their many great adventures, and finally, when it was over, it was rather late in the day, so they all went their separate ways for the evening, none knowing what would happen the next day.

~The Next Evening~

"We will now allow the Goblet of Fire to choose the Champions!" Dumbledore said happily, standing next to the large, flaming Goblet. "Our first Champion, from Beauxbatons," He said, catching a small piece of paper, spit from the depths of the fire. "Is Fleur Delacour!" Loud cheering from the Beauxbatons girls and boys came. She walked briskly towards a private room for champions.

"Our next Champion, from Durmstrang," He continued, catching another piece of paper. "Is Victor Krum!" The Durmstrang students cheered and patted him on the back as he headed towards the room where Fleur was.

"The Hogwarts Champion," he announced, catching a third piece of paper. "Is Cedric Diggory!" At his words, an explosion of applause came from the Hufflepuff table. Cedric received pats and tugs as he got up to go to the Champion's room, smiling broadly as he went.

"The last Champion, from The Vongola," He said as he caught what he thought was the last slip of paper, smiling all the while. When he saw the paper, he gave his biggest smile of the day. "Is Sawada Tsunahime!" Applause exploded from everywhere, including Slytherin, who were probably only cheering because, one, she was scary as hell, and two, she was extremely pretty. She got up and walked to the room, getting a huge hug from Ryohei before she left. She walked into the room where the other Champions were waiting. Fleur instantly turned to her and said, "Oh! I was 'oping you would be chosen, Tsunahime! Zen I would 'ave someone to talk to!" She smiled happily. Tsuna smiled in turn and replied,

"Please, call me Hime." She smiled again, and then got the most unexpected reaction she had ever gotten- She was hugged. Or for a better word, glomped.

"You 'ave to be ze cutest zing I 'ave ever seen!" Fleur said. Tsuna, accepting that this was just how this girl was, smiled and hugged back.

Cedric grinned at this. "Did you two really just meet?" Tsuna turned to him, finally released from Fleur's hug and said, "Indeed." And smiled.

~Back In The Great Hall~

"And that's all of our Champi-" Dumbledore started, but was interrupted by yet another piece of paper flying from the goblet and landing in his hand. It only said one thing—

"HARRY POTTER!"

Cliffy again. But not really… And yes, I'm gonna make Fleur and Tsuna really good friends. In fact, I might make it so that she becomes part of the mafia, but I won't tell you what she'll do yet. hope you liked this chapter! It was my longest yet! YAAAAAYYY! R&R plz! Luvz~