DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I make no money from this story.

WARNING: Explicit content. Fem! Harry. Bad language, slightly AU, and some OOC behavior. Sexual humor, and innuendo.

Chapter 1

Violet Potter was finally free. At the age of Twenty two, she had her whole life ahead of her. The Second Blood War had been just that- bloody. From the very first casualty (poor, sweet Cedric) to the last few (Fred, Remus, Tonks) Voldemort had tried to rip her heart out. He had almost succeded, but she hadn't fought her entire life just to let him win by destroying her. She had picked up the pieces, and carried on like she always had. Her major problem now, was all the expectations that had fallen on her since the war ended.

She wasn't sure why everyone thought they had a right to a say in what she did, but she was officially over all of Magical Britain's bullshite. What was that saying? Opinions are like assholes - everybody has one, and some stink worse than others. She didn't mean to be crude, but that seemed particularly appropos at the moment. Violet had had enough of 'well meaning' people telling her she should become an Auror, or marry Ron (I know, right?). She would rather become the world's first Pagan nun! She used to want to be an Auror, back when she was still stupidly naive, but that ship had sailed long ago.

Surprisingly, it was Draco who had set her straight. They had become friends during their Sixth Year, after he refused to be marked. His exact words were; "I may be a bigot, but I'm not crazy!" Anyway, they were having tea at Number 12, when Draco said; "You realise that you have more money than God, right? You can go anywhere, and do anything. So can I for that matter. Why are we still here?"

This was actually a really good point. The only thing currently keeping her in the country was Teddy, and her few friends. She had grown apart from Ron and Hermione in the last two years, but she was still close to Neville and Luna. Neville had just married Hannah Abbott, and Luna was God knows where, looking for God knows what. Her last letter had mentioned Rolf Scamander- and wasn't that a match made in Heaven? Teddy lived with Andromeda, and she saw him every weekend. Andy had been encouraging her to get out and do something. "Find a hot man, and get fucked senseless, Violet! You deserve it!" So she probably wouldn't mind if she left to travel for awhile.

Draco would actually be the best companion for this adventure. He had a hilariously sarcastic sense of humor, and was delightfully catty. The only problem would be if they were attracted to the same men, but what was life without a little competition? "Let's do it, Dray. Let's travel First Class, stay in ridiculously expensive hotels, and shop till we drop!" Violet exclaimed with enthusiasm.

"Is there any other way to travel?" Draco asked, genuinely curious. They decided to tour around Italy, stopping in Paris first to do some shopping. After Paris, they stopped in Milan for more shopping (she had fully embraced her girly side and her wealth after putting up with so little for so long) and visited Vatican City. Violet was sort of a history buff, and Italy was a great place to experience that. They had decided to keep this trip mostly muggle, to avoid being recognised. They had visited the Coliseum in Rome, and many other sites and museums. Violet was excited to go to Venice the next day, it always seemed like such a romantic city. They made their way into the hotel, exhausted after a day spent walking in the sunshine. Violet was so relaxed, she never noticed the man who had been following them for the last hour.

Reborn was reveling in being in a curse free, adult body. It was nice to be able to drink wine with dinner out, or flirt with women again. He had finally gotten the hang of his taller body, and had had some female company to take the edge off. He was walking in Rome, when he saw a gorgeous red head. Her hair was a riot of blood red curls, her hourglass figure accentuated by the halter top and short, shorts she was wearing. She had legs for days, and beautiful bone structure. He started following her and her friend without thinking, unable to stop himself. He had initially thought that the blond was her boyfriend, but it quickly became apparent that they were checking out the same men. They both appeared to speak Italian, but were currently speaking in English.

"I'm looking forward to Venice, aren't you?" The red head asked her friend.

"I'll probably stay at the hotel spa while you do your sight seeing, Vi. I can only look at so many old buildings before my brain explodes. We both still need to get laid, too. If we can't find anyone up to our standards in Venice, we can always stop in Naples and visit Blaise, he's wanted in your pants since we were twelve." Draco said, wryly.

"He's already been in yours, darling. I will not take your leavings, dear." Violet said with a smirk.

"He's got a gorgeous cock, though! I could hardly walk for a week. I had to tell my Mother I fell off my abraxan!" Draco said.

Violet turned, well, violet. "Draco!" She gasped, scandlised yet stifling her laughter.

"Go clutch your pearls somewhere else, Violet. We both know you had sex with Bill and Charlie Weasley -seperately and together- for the last year of the war!" Draco said, cattily. "When you said Charlie was knocking on your back door, that wasn't what I thought you meant!" Draco said, then started cackling. Violet looked at Draco, shocked at his audacity. As soon as their eyes met, Violet started laughing her ass off.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you said that!" She said, both continued to laugh as they entered their hotel.

"Dios mio!" Reborn murmered under his breath. He learned a lot from that snippet of conversation. First of all, they were magical. Abraxans were a breed of magical horse, and with the mention of a war, and their accents, they were obviously British. Most flame active members of the mafia were in the know about the Magical World, since flames were considered Magical gifts. The red head's name was Violet, and the man's Draco. They were going to Venice, and looking for a good time. He just might have to visit Venice himself. After all, he wanted them to leave with a good impression of Italy, right?