Ciaossu! A lot of you know my story "All's Fair", right? It's a Katekyo Hitman Reborn/Harry Potter/Ouran High School Host Club crossover. Well, this is just Harry Potter and Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I hope you like it as much as "All's Fair". Here goes! BTW, the magical world does not exist and the Dursleys' abuse Harry. This is yaoi. Don't like? Don't read! Like? Read on!

Scared/Abused!Harry

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or Harry Potter

The New Kid

"Everyone, this is Potter Harry. Please make him feel welcome."

The new kid bowed to the class.

"N-nice to meet you."

"Okay, Potter-san, your seat is there behind Sawada. Sawada, raise your hand."

A boy with brown, spiky, gravity-defying hair looked up and raised his hand. The teacher nodded and Harry shuffled to his seat. He heard whispers behind him such as: "Awww, he's so adorable!" "I wanna glomp him!" "What a weakling."

He took his seat and slid down so that he wasn't as visible. Harry rubbed his arms and looked around. A couple of pairs of eyes were still looking his way. He shrank even more, bowing his head so that raven hair covered his eyes. He didn't want anyone looking at him. It made him uncomfortable. The teacher went on with his lesson. People started paying attention to the teacher and left him alone. He sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted was attention. He'd barely concealed the limp he had when he walked through the door. Hopefully, no one would notice by the end of the day.

With the largest and cutest pair of green eyes imaginable, he gazed out the window. It was a nice day. He wished he could go out and play or just sit under a tree. But he tossed the idea away because he knew that Uncle Vernon would never allow it. The man had barely agreed to let him go to school, but didn't want an "uneducated damned brat" living in his house. He was kept in the attic of their new home and the only time anyone went up there was to beat on him or throw him something to eat (yes, "throw", as in something small enough to catch in his hands). He was thankful for the long sleeves on the uniform; they covered up things he didn't want seen. Namely bruises and scars.

He couldn't wait until lunch, and when it finally came, he was glad to be able to sit and dream in peace. He only had an apple, but he took it in slow bites, still staring out the window. He was interrupted in the middle of a parasailing phase when a hand touched his shoulder. It was that kid that sat in front of him. Sawada. He flinched away from the contact and closed his eyes, sure that there was pain to come, which happened whenever anyone touched him. Feeling the hand retract sharply, he opened one eye to see Sawada standing there with his brown eyes wide and his hand at his side.

"Um, hi, I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, but I go by Tsuna," he said, "D-do you want to eat lunch with us?" He gestured to where he, a silver-haired, green-eyed guy and a black-haired, honey-eyed guy (who seemed to be having a one-sided argument) had their desks pushed together.

Harry shrank down in his seat and shook his head frantically. Tsuna looked a bit disappointed, but smiled.

"That's okay. Nice meeting you, though." He waved and made his way back to his friends.

Harry bit his lip. No one ever invited him to do anything. Not without a catch or it being a prank of sorts. Dudley and his cronies had made sure of that. The Dursleys had only moved to Japan as a "vacation" from England. They had forced Harry to learn Japanese and had enrolled Harry and Dudley into Namimori Middle School, but Dudley decided to skip and find something to destroy, something, Harry was sure, that Dudley would blame on him later. The overweight teen did whatever he could to add to Harry's already miserable life. He had told the emerald-eyed teen that when they left Japan, Harry would stay. Harry hadn't doubted that since he was sure it was something the evil family would do. He just knew it would happen one day. They were only staying for a year. Harry had a year before he was family-less.

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Yamamoto Takeshi was a carefree guy by nature. He loved things that ran smoothly and he laughed anything away like it was nothing. Nature seemed to love him as much as he loved baseball, and he'd grown accustom to his affiliation with the Mafia; he'd always known it wasn't a game, but acting naïve was fun. However, today, he was deep in thought. It was about the new kid, Potter Harry. There was no denying that the boy was cute (he had no trouble admitting this; Yamamoto had always known he was gay or at least bi). He knew that Tsuna had asked him to join them for lunch on Reborn's command. He knew that Harry had refused and Tsuna had come back to the table with a confused look on his face. Now, Yamamoto could be classified as a dumb jock, but this dumb jock knew the human body. As soon as Harry step foot in the room, Yamamoto could tell that he was tense and suspected that he was in pain. Tsuna's story of the lunchtime encounter confirmed that. Harry had flinched away as if he expected Tsuna to hit him.

"Yamamoto, are you listening?"

He turned to look at Tsuna.

"Oh, huh?" he said laughing.

"You sure were thinking hard."

"The yakyuu-baka thinking?" scoffed Gokudera Hayato from Tsuna's right. "More like daydreaming about his new baseball bat."

Seriously, that Gokudera was amazing. "How'd you know my dad got me a new one?" Yamamoto laughed. "You're like a mind reader, Gokudera."

"Typical, idiot!"

Yamamoto just laughed put his arms behind his head. "I was thinking about that new kid."

Tsuna stopped walking. "What about him?"

"Didn't you notice? He was stiff and tense the entire time and he was in some pain."

Brown eyes widened. "Really? That's amazing, Yamamoto! You could tell just by looking at him?"

"Yeah, ha ha! I guess it comes from training and knowing the body. Hahaha!"

"Ch. I noticed, too, Juudaime! I just didn't really care." Gokudera glared at the baseball star over Tsuna's head.

The raven laughed again. That Gokudera sure was a funny guy. They resumed walking and Yamamoto started thinking again. The kid seemed like he was interested in Harry or else he wouldn't have told Tsuna to invite him with them for lunch. Sometimes, Reborn knew things would happen before everyone else did and usually he was right. Which was why Yamamoto was a bit startled when Reborn turned his obsidian gaze to him and smirked.

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Harry opened the door to his aunt and uncle's temporary home and immediately received a blow to the stomach. While he sank to his knees coughing, he could sense Dudley standing over him with a smirk on his face.

"You're five minutes later, worm," said the all-mighty pig. (A/N: I know this is semi Harry's POV, but I just had to throw that in there because I hate Dudley.)

"I'm s-sorry," Harry managed to sputter out.

"Is that him?" a voiced boomed from the kitchen.

"Yeah, Dad," Dudley yelled back, dragging Harry by his tie to the kitchen behind him. Harry had dropped his books and was trying to undo the tie before he suffocated. His frail fingers wouldn't cooperate and soon he was face down on the floor at his uncle's feet. Vernon was sitting at the table drinking coffee and Petunia was preparing dinner at the stove.

"You're late," the walrus-like man stated bluntly.

"I'm sorry," Harry repeated. "The t-teacher held m-me b-back to talk about assignments—"

"Like I care," interrupted Vernon. "Get over there and help cook!"

Harry scrambled to his feet and rushed to the stove, tripping over Dudley's foot in the process and crashing into to table, spilling Vernon's coffee all over his lap.

"Argh! Damn it!"

"I'm so sorry! It wasn't my—AH!"

He whimpered and doubled over, clutching his face. Vernon withdrew his hand and stood up.

"Clean it up!"

Harry grabbed a towel and got down to get the spilled drink off the floor. There wasn't much of it down there; most of it had spilled on the table and Vernon's pants. His cheek was still stinging when he turned and made to get up. A large, meaty hand pressed down non-too-gently on his head.

"You spilled it all over my pants," said Vernon, a twisted smirk on his face and a voice that made Harry visibly shake.

"I-I'll wash them if you change them."

"I know you will! But, that coffee was hot. It burned me. So, while you're down there…"

I'M SURE YOU CAN GUESS WHAT HARRY HAD TO DO.

Later

Choked sobs racked Harry's body as he lay curled up in the corner of his room. He turned his head to the bucket to the left of him and threw up for the twelfth time since that afternoon. There was a banana splattered on the opposite wall where Harry had thrown it earlier. There was no way he could eat right now without barfing, especially a banana. Not for the first time, Harry wanted to bang his head against the wall and scream for all he was worth, but that would result in another beating. Instead he threw up again cried himself to sleep, all the time, cursing softly at the luck he was stuck with. Why me, he thought. I hope this is won't continue for long. I might die. Considering the fact that the Dursleys loved tormenting him, he was pretty sure he wouldn't die just yet, but when that year was up, he'd be dumped like a sack of flour—wait, no, a sack of flour would at least be wanted.

The next day, Harry arrived at school a couple of minutes late, due to a kitchen accident (that had been Dudley's fault but Vernon forced him to fix) that kept him. A block away, he heard the bell ring and he attempted to speed up, but he was so sore, it was painful to walk any faster. When he finally got to the gates, there was a student there. A black-haired boy with a band on his arm and his jacket hanging at his shoulders. He was also wielding a pair of steel tonfas.

"You're late, herbivore," he said, spotting Harry and raising the tonfas.

Harry rubbed his arms. "S-sorry! I didn't mean—"

"Silence. Tardy people will be bitten to death."

Harry shut up and ducked his head, squeezing his eyes shut, getting ready for the feeling of metal to connect with his skull. After 30 seconds, he dared to open one green eye. The boy still had his tonfas raised, but he was striking.

"Why are you crying, herbivore?"

Crying? It was then that Harry felt the tears coming down. Huh. He hadn't even noticed. He guessed it was natural for anyone to cry when they knew pain was coming, but he was too used to it, heck, he'd already had one beating that morning. What was another? The tonfa user lowered his arms and opened the gate.

"You're new. This is your warning. If you're late again, I will bite you to death."

Harry opened both eyes and bowed shakily to the boy before running onto Namimori school grounds. He entered the classroom and ran right into someone's back, falling to the floor. The person turned around and fixed Harry with a green-eyed glare.

"Watch where you're going," he growled. It was the silver-haired guy he'd seen arguing the day before.

Harry shrank back. "I'm sorry! I-I wasn't watching were I was going. Please—"

"Potter-san?"

Harry looked up at the sound of his name. Tsuna, the boy from the day before, came from the other side of the silver-haired guy. He smiled at Harry and waved.

"Ohayo!"

The door opened behind him, and another person entered.

"Yamamoto, ohayo," called Tsuna.

"Yo, Tsuna!"

Harry looked behind him at the tall boy who entered the room. It was the same guy who had been laughing while the silver-haired guy yelled at him yesterday. So, his name was Yamamoto. Yamamoto looked down and caught sight of Harry on the floor.

"Hey, you're that new kid, right? Need some help?"

Harry's eyes widened and he shook his head. "N-no, it's okay. I c-can—whoa!"

Ignoring the protesting, Yamamoto pulled Harry up gently by his arms—and almost dropped him. He caught him again before he hit the ground and set him on his feet.

"Too heavy for you, yakyuu-baka?" the silver-haired boy smirked.

"Ha ha! Funny, Gokudera! No, it's just," Yamamoto fixed Harry with his honey-colored gaze, "you're really light, you know that? It surprised me."

Harry clutched his arms and pulled himself out of the taller one's grasp, his face turning a prominent shade of red.

"Th-thank you." Turning to Gokudera, he bowed. "S-sorry for running into you. Very sorry." He scrambled to his seat and buried his face in his arms. He could feel three pairs of eyes on him, but didn't look up. That was the second time in two days that someone was nice to him. He couldn't take it. He started crying silently into his arms. Not everyone was evil, he knew that. But, since the Dursleys were so intent on it, he'd never met anyone that would be nice to him.

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

Harry looked up and found himself looking into two pools of honey. Backing away abruptly, he made out Yamamoto's whole grinning face.

"U-um!" Harry felt his cheeks heating up. Yamamoto was really close to him. He backed up even more. "N-no, you didn't."
"But, you're crying." The grin disappeared. "Are you alright?"

Harry wiped the tears away. "I'm o-okay. S-sorry."

"For what?" Yamamoto's face twisted in confusion. "Why are you apologizing?" He grinned again. "I must've grabbed you too rough, right? Sorry about that!" He patted Harry head. "Don't cry."

Don't cry? Harry's eyes went as big as plates. "Th-thank you?"

A hand was put out to him. "Yamamoto Takeshi! Nice to meet you!"

He was shocked. Yamamoto was introducing himself? Hesitantly, Harry shook the Yamamoto's hand. It was way bigger than his. And it was warm. Really warm.

"P-Potter Harry. Nice to meet you, Takeshi-san."

Yamamoto went stiff and Harry flinched, knowing he'd probably done something wrong. Instead of scowling, Yamamoto (Takeshi?) smiled even wider and shook Harry hand with more vigor before letting go.

"Finally, someone calls me by my first name! You're all right, Harry! Oh, and you don't need the suffix. Takeshi is fine by itself."

"O-okay."

"Do you want to eat with us at lunchtime? I know you refused yesterday, but we really want to welcome you!" Yama-Takeshi smiled.

"M-maybe."

"Great!" Takeshi waved and strolled to his seat.

Harry gaped after him. Why had he agreed? He'd wanted to agree yesterday because Tsuna seemed as nervous about talking as he had, but he decided against it in fear that it was a joke. What made Takeshi any different? He looked down at his hand. It was still warm from the handshake. His cheeks heated up again. Maybe he was sick?

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It was lunchtime and Takeshi was leading Harry to the jumble of desks that he, Gokudera, and Tsuna had put together. Harry peeked at the other two from behind Takeshi.

"Don't worry, Harry, we won't hurt you," reassured Tsuna.

Harry, used to violence and pain, was taken aback by the softness in his voice. He sat down next to Takeshi, across from Gokudera, who fixed him with a scowl. He flinched.

"Maa, maa, Gokudera," said Takeshi. "Don't scare him even more."

Gokudera snorted and looked at the newcomer.

"Gokudera Hayato," he stated shortly.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut. "Potter Harry. N-nice to m-meet you," he stuttered. "I'm sorry for bumping into you earlier, Gokudera-san. I-I wasn't paying attention—"

Gokudera raised an eyebrow. "You're still worried about that? I'm over it, now. Don't worry about it."

Harry looked up at him incredulously. "You d-don't—you?" He rubbed his arms and looked down. "Thank you."

Gokudera was shocked for a minute then turned his head away a muttered a "Your welcome" under his breath. Tsuna and Takeshi looked on amused.

"What are you eating, Harry?"

Harry looked at Tsuna.

"Um, I f-forgot my lunch."

"Here," Tsuna shoved his bento toward Harry, "You can share with me. Mama always makes more than enough."

Harry leaned back and waved his arms frantically. "N-no, I couldn't I-I—"

"Nonsense, here, take some." Tsuna handed Harry an extra pair of chopsticks. Harry fumbled around with them.

"Ha ha! Here, let me help," Takeshi laughed. He took the smaller hands in his and helped Harry adjust the chopsticks. "There you go!"

Harry blushed deeply and shyly went after some of the rice in Tsuna's bento. He felt a self-conscious because Tsuna was watching him with a friendly smile. Holding a hand under the chopsticks so he wouldn't spill any, he ate it. And nearly choked.

"What's wrong?" asked Tsuna.

"U-um, it's really good!" Actually, Harry had never tasted anything this good in his life. "R-really good."

"Well, she gave me two, so dig in," exclaimed Tsuna, pulling out another bento.

"Um, th-thank you." Feeling slightly less uncomfortable, he asked, "What about, you Takeshi?"

"Oh, I have some sushi from my old man's place. Want some?"

"N-no it's okay, Tsuna gave me some. I don't you t-to have to—"

"It's okay," Takeshi softly. Tsuna and Gokudera stared at him.

"Yakyuu-baka? What kind of voice was that?"

"Wha-?" Takeshi grinned at them. "What're you talking about?" They facepalmed. "Any way, Harry, it's cool. Have some!" He tipped the bento in Harry's direction. "Try a California Roll."

"O-okay. Thank you." Harry picked one up and put it in his mouth. This was just as good as the food Tsuna gave him. "This is really good, too."

Takeshi chuckled. "My old man runs a sushi shop. This is left over stuff from this morning. I'll tell him he has another fan. Ha ha!"

Harry nodded.

"Harry, if you want, I can ask Mama to make you lunch again."

"Oh, no, that's okay! I-I don't want to impose!"

"No worries. She loves to cook. She won't mind."

"Juudaime, you're so kind," exclaimed Gokudera with a puppy dog look.

"So, Harry," said Tsuna, "Where are you from?"

"En-England."

"England?" Gokudera raised his eyebrow again. "I've been there before. Always rainy."

"Y-yeah it kinda is. My uncle says he'll only stay here for a year, though."

"Awww," said Takeshi. "That's too bad, Harry. That means you have to leave soon."

No it doesn't, thought Harry.

The bell to signal the end of lunch rang and Harry went to his seat after hesitantly agreeing to eat with them again tomorrow. Takeshi gave him a light pat on the shoulder and smiled brightly.

Going home that day, Harry was in a better mood than he'd ever been in. He made his way to his house and opened the door, automatically dropping the mood and getting ready for pain. There was none. He opened the eyes he'd squeezed shut and looked around. His jaw dropped. Th place was empty. Not only were his aunt, uncle, and cousin gone, there was no furniture or anything. Nothing that they'd brought from England was there. The place was completely bare! Harry sank to his knees in the doorway. They'd left. They were supposed to stay for a year before leaving him, not two days! The tears flowed.

What was he going to do, now?

*Faceplams* Short, I know. This is Yamamoto/Harry and if you don't like it, I'll get Ryohei to punch you TO THE EXTREME.

Me: I love it!

Harry: WTF? Two days? Why didn't you go longer?

Me: Because I don't wanna torture you, Harry.

Takeshi: Ha ha! I like it!
Me: See, Takeshi likes it!

Harry: Takeshi likes everything.

Takeshi: Yup! I like sushi and baseball and Harry!

Harry: *Blush*

Me: Awww!

Me: You know what to do! Read and Review! (Hey, that rhymed!)