Some people are confused with how the summary doesn't seem to have anything to do with this story and I'm sorry about that. I just dislike the fact that you have to put a more detailed summary into the first chapter. I feel that it distracts the reader from the actual story a bit.

For those who want it, here is the extended summary taken from my AO3:

Years ago Reborn met a woman in a café who saved his life. Their flames mixed and they achieved harmony-soul mates- he became her sun guardian. They had a son together, but with the Estraneo Famiglia on the rise, they leave the child with James and Lily. When they return, they find the home destroyed and their son gone. Reborn leaves in a rage, his transformed wife in his arms. (part 1)

Years later, Harry Potter learns of his parents. He is the Lord Potter and the heir of the Angelo family; an Italian family that was said to produce the most powerful flame users in history. On his way to find his family with Hermione in tow, he receives a letter from a man to come to a meeting and meet his new teammates. He arrives just in time to become the new Cloud Arcobaleno, Skull. (part 2)

Sawada Tsunayoshi has just witnessed the end of the Arcobaleno trials. Skull is dead and the Arcobaleno are adults, but in pain. A woman arrives just as the Vongola medics are arriving on the field and tell them all to step away from Skull. She heals Skull and reveals to the others that she is a witch. No one believes her aside from Reborn. Skull soon wakes up and Reborn realizes that his past is back to haunt him. (part 3)

Please note how the summary is in parts. This is part one and I will label when we are in part two.

Enjoy the story!

::Hey, didn't realize there was an error with the coding when I took this story from my AO3 and posted it on here too. I hope I managed to fix it. Thank you guys who pointed it out!::

It was the same thing every day. He would walk in the door, come to the counter, and order three espressos. Then he would take the first one, requesting the second in fifteen minutes and the third in thirty minutes, before taking a seat in the corner by the window.

Nothing changed about his order nor his seat. Hell, his clothing always looked spotless but it was always the same thing too; polished dress shoes, yellow button up, black tie, black suit, and a fedora on his head with a yellow stripe. Sometimes he would come in and the curl of his sideburns would be a bit loose, hanging down more than usual and looking damp, but they were always snapped back into place by the time he would leave.

He would walk in a seven in the morning, an hour after opening. Sometimes he would have a wait but most of the time he was the first in line. Amelia was the one working the counter most of the time, she'd been working at the shop for five years and he'd been showing up two years after she started working.

Now-a-days though Amelia was only working the counter in the afternoons. The morning shift had been given to a new employee, a Keira Potter.

Keira walked into the coffee shop and waved at Amelia, "Hey Amelia, are you working the brews or the case today?"

"Working the case today. Robert thought that it would be best to have Sol on the brews for a change. That guy never gets his head out of the case. I swear we sell more of the scones and brownies to him than the customers." Amelia said with a fond smile.

Keira chuckled and went to the back, putting her purse and keys away in her locker before grabbing an apron and putting it on, "Well, it should be an experience for him."

"Oh, Keira, that reminds me, you're in charge of the customers espresso today." Amelia said, grinning, "And it looks like it may be a permanent thing too. Robert says that you're the best at making espressos and lattes so he's having you do the ones for the regular customers. It should be fun, I mean, you have been eying that man for nearly half a year now. When are you going to get the courage to ask him out?"

Keira shook her head, "I couldn't do that and you know it Amelia. I'm already on bad enough terms with my parents, asking a man out is practically sacrilegious to them! I've told you how old fashioned they are. Besides, a man like that is probably already married."

"I haven't seen a ring. If there's no ring, then there's no problem. Either you ask him or I'll ask him for you!" Amelia said with a grin.

Keira blushed and shook her head, "Please don't Amelia! That'll embarrass me to death and I'd never be able to look him in the eye ever again!"

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Fine, but you better make me a latte, that's the only way I'll keep quiet!"

Keira nodded and went over to the machines, turning them on and preparing them for the day, "Fine, I'll make you one, but don't try to black mail me into it next time!"

Amelia laughed as the bell over the front door jingled.

"What's goin on then?"

"Sol, just in time. I was telling Keira here that she needs to woman up and ask that man out." Amelia explained while Keira sputtered in the background.

"Oh yes, most men enjoy women who know what they want. Think driven is the word, maybe determined? Hell if I know, but you should go for it, worst he's gonna say is no."

Keira shook her head as she finished preparing the latte and giving it to Amelia, "You two know better than anyone that I can't do that. It wasn't in my upbringing. Sure, my best friend in school tried to teach me how but I simply can't."

"Keira, I've seen you face down a robber and keep your wits about it but asking out your crush is too much on you?" Sol asked, walking back in from the back room. "That's ridiculous!"

"And you have both met my twin and his fiancée and know the completely different world's that him and I grew up in compared to you two and Lily. I just... I cannot do it because it is looked down upon by the society I was raised in. If my parents found out that I asked a man out rather than the other way around then I wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore because I'd either be barred from the family or killed!" Keira explained, crossing her arms, "You both need to stop pressuring me on this, alright? He's been coming in for years and I've only been working here for six months. It's not like he's going to change his schedule. Either he will ask me out or he will find someone else. It won't bother me and it shouldn't bother you. Now, let's open up, it's nearly six."

She turned on them and walked over to the door, unlocking it and flipping the sign and turning on the neon in the window that blinked open. She turned back to them and smiled, "Let the day begin!"

It was an hour later, a very busy hour, when the door opened and the man stepped in.

He wore the same attire as always and his sideburns bounced with each step. He had an aura about him that silenced the cafe every time he stepped in.

Keira spotted him as he walked up to the counter and smiled, a faint blush covering her cheeks, "Good morning, the usual, sir?"

The man smirked, "Yes, same as always."

Keira blushed at hearing the man's smooth voice and quickly typed up the receipt, taking the money and handing him his change.

He smirked before going to sit in his chair and she quickly turned around to make his espresso.

Once it was made she had Amelia take it over as a few customers had walked in the door while she was finishing.

The line went quickly and the coffee even quicker. Before she knew it, the fifteen minutes were nearly up so she rushed to the machine, making another and walking it to his table.

"Sorry, there was a bit of a rush. I'll take that." She picked up his old cup as she sat down his new one and turned to walk away.

"Thank you."

She pushed away the shudders she felt crawling down her spine as his voice washed over her. She was at work, she couldn't let people see her come unwound, especially just from a voice!

"You're welcome." She replied before rushing back to the counter.

Amelia grinned at her, "You have it bad."

"Was it that noticeable?" Keira muttered, hiding her face in her hands.

"Only to those who know what to look for." Amelia said with a grin.

Keira groaned and let her head drop from her hands to the counter. "Why me?"

"Probably because it gives me something to do when there's no customers. Anyways, wipe off the counter and go take your break. I expect you back in fifteen minutes exactly!" Amelia said, tossing her a rag.

Keira sighed and wiped the counter and the register down before making herself a cup of coffee and stepping outside to sit. It was still early morning so the heat hasn't quite settled in and the city was in the process of waking up. She smiled happily and relaxed back into the chair to watch the birds.

Months passed with the same routine until, one day, the man didn't come in. That day turned into weeks and soon into a month.

Keira was becoming increasingly worried for the man and Amelia wasn't helping. She kept saying things like he eloped with some woman, or man, and now probably lived somewhere else. Or that the man worked for the mafia and got mixed up in a bust and arrested, but that was ridiculous, she'd been living in Sicily for a year now and never once saw a mafioso.

Mafioso were just stories, weren't they?

She sighed and turned back to the register, counting the money and putting it into the money bag so that Richard could take it to the bank later. The day was over and she just wanted to go home.

"Hey, Keira," Amelia said, walking over to her, "Sol's going to mop and you have everything done so why don't you take off a little early today? You've been working hard and it's not going to hurt us if you leave a few minutes before."

Keira sighed and dropped her hands to the counter, "Am I that obvious?"

Amelia cracked a smile, "Obviously obvious. Look, you just need to go home, get yourself something to eat, and get a good night's sleep. You're wearing yourself out and I don't want to see you hurting anymore. So he disappeared, who cares? There's plenty of men out there and you're a beautiful woman. Don't get caught up on this."

Keira looked up at Amelia, a small smile on her face, "Thank you, Amelia, really."

Amelia laughed, "Don't thank me yet! You're still in charge of the register for a bit longer, and Sol has the day off so we're both working the brewers tomorrow."

Keira pouted, "Don't remind me." She set the money bag down and walked into the back, grabbing her purse and keys before coming back out, "I'll see you tomorrow then Amelia. Bye Sol!"

"Bye Keira! Take care of yourself, you hear?" Sol said, waving to her.

"I will!"

Keira walked away from the cafe and towards the store. She felt like having chicken with rice and veggies but she was out of rice and didn't have enough chicken.

She walked into the store and grabbed the things she needed, along with a few extra things that she was almost out of, before leaving. She didn't live far from the store or cafe, but she still couldn't carry many bags, mainly because too many got bulky and she was always weary of Death Eaters. She may have left the Magical World but she still had to deal with those bastards popping up now and then.

She made it to her apartment complex and went to the staircase to go to her floor. The complex mainly held elderly people so she tended to leave the elevator open for them to use.

She sighed as she went up the stairs, taking a deep breath. She stopped, foot hovering above a step. "What the hell?"

She set her groceries down and leaned forward, frowning at the small brown drops on the stairs. She touched it and looked closer, "Why is there blood on the stairs?"

She picked up her things and followed the drops. Moving faster the higher she got.

She made it to the top floor and saw blood on the push handle and threw it open, rushing onto the landing. The top floor only held two people, her and a neighbor she hadn't meet, or even heard.

On the floor between the doors was a man in a black suit, probably passed out from blood loss.

She dropped her things and ran over to him, flinging his arm over her shoulder and struggling to help him up, he was dead weight but she had been a beater on the quidditch team for six years.

She finally managed to get him up and to her door, "I'm so sorry." She propped him up by the door and dug out her keys and unlocked it as quickly as she was able.

Once the door was unlocked she pulled him into her living room and dropped him on her couch before going to the kitchen and getting her first aid kit and some hot water and towels.

"Oh god, I'm not equipped for dealing with this. Why didn't I pay more attention to Madame Pomfrey's class." She rushed back into the room, being wary of the water, and pulled out a blood replinishing potion and forced it down the man's throat.

The man woke up, coughing as the potion worked its magic.

"Oh god, you woke up."

"Where the hell?" The man looked around, his eyes were a little glassy and he was obviously not fit to walk.

"Um, you were passed out in the hallway so I brought you into my apartment. I have a first aid kit but I don't know how to help you." Keira said.

The man grunted, "Help me get this off."

Keira sat there for a moment before snapping back to reality and helping the man get his jacket off. She noticed the gun holster he was wearing but he just told her how to get it off as he took off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.

When everything was off she saw what had happened, "You got shot, how did you even manage to get this far?"

"It was only in the shoulder."

"Twice! There's two holes here!"

"Are there exit wounds?"

"What?"

"Are there exit holes, if not I'll need you to dig out the bullets."

"You're being way too calm about this sir!" Keira stated, looking at his back to see one wound, "There's only one exit hole."

"Then there's still a bullet in there. You have any alcohol and a good knife?" The man asked, taking the rag from the bowl and cleaning the blood away from the wound, hissing when the threads caught the edges.

"Y-yeah, one moment." She went back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of fire whisky she had in the cabinet and digging out a filet knife. "Will this work?"

The man snatched the whisky, twisting off the cap and taking a swig before pouring a bit over his wound, clenching his teeth. "What I need you to do now is take the knife and dig the bullet out."

Keira looked at the wound, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, now hurry up and do it!" The man said, drinking down more of the whisky.

Keira took a deep breath before kneeling down and slowly digging the knife into the wound. She wiggled it a bit and it hit the bullet. The entire time the man was tense and his jaw was clenched tight. She winced as she managed to get the bullet out, more blood trickling from the wound.

She grabbed the first aid kit and pulled out a few potions and some gauze and tape, quickly cleaning and patching the man up.

"That should be good sir..." She looked up at him but the man had passed out again. She sighed and sat back, looking closer.

The man had a strong jaw line, long neck, straight nose with a slight bump in the bridge, probably from being broken, and curly sideburns.

She gasped and scrambled backwards. It was the man from the cafe! She felt blood rising to her cheeks but she pushed it down and started cleaning up, grabbing all the used materials and throwing them into the trash. She rinsed the rag before remembering the blood on the stairs and the door.

The blood on the stairs had probably already been dried into the concrete but the blood on the door would need to be cleaned.

With a sigh she walked out of the apartment and to the door, stepping over her groceries as she went, making a reminder to pick them up before she went back inside.

"What are you doing?"

Keira whipped around, knife still in hand, to see the man standing at the entry way to her kitchen. She let out the breath she hadn't know she was holding, "I'm making something to eat. Sit." She pointed at the bar stools, "It's almost done. I didn't know if you would be awake by the time I finished but I went ahead and made enough for you. It's just chicken with some rice and veggies, nothing special."

There was a brief silence before, "Renato."

She looked over her shoulder at him, a brow raised, "What?"

"My name, it's Renato." He said, "Thank you for helping me. I'm sure I would have bled out had you not come when you did. So thank you for that."

Keira shrugged, "It was the right thing to do. Besides, I don't think that Richard would appreciate me letting one of our regular customers bleed to death in front of me."

Renato tilted his head, "You are the woman who makes my espressos, are you not?"

Keira plated the food with a blush, "Yes, Amelia claims that I make the best espressos and lattes out of us four but I don't think so."

"They are very good. Better than they were before you made them and I had considered those my favorite but I enjoy the ones you make more." He picked up his fork and knife and started to eat.

Keira blushed and dug into her own food with gusto, hoping it would hide her blush.

When they were finished Keira placed the plates in the sink and went back into the living room, picking up the gun holster, tie, and fedora, "The shirt and jacket had too much blood to save. I'm sorry."

Renato shook his head, "Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault." He took the items from her, favoring his left arm, "I apologize for leaving blood stains on your floor and couch. I will get someone in here to clean it when the time suits you. I appreciate your assistance though and you are a wonderful cook."

Keira smiled, "Thank you. I wanted to go to culinary school here in Italy but I haven't the money. It's the reason I started working at the cafe."

Renato nodded, "I see. Well, I wish you luck on your endeavors." He walked to the door, Keira trailing behind him, "one last thing though."

He turned and leaned down, pressing a light kiss to her lips, "I would like to take you to dinner, to repay you for your time."

Keira looked up at him, a hand over her mouth and eyes wide, "Y-You don't have to."

"I insist. Will tomorrow at seven work for you?"

She nodded wordlessly, still shocked.

Renato smirked, "I shall pick you up then." He turned and walked out the door, "Also, when it in public, please address me as Reborn. Buona notte mio Cielo."

The next morning Keira walked to the cafe with a smile on her face. Even though it took a bullet wound to make her dream happen she couldn't be happier. She had a date with the man she had admired from afar tonight and she couldn't wait.

She opened the door to the shop and walked in, "Morning Amelia!"

Amelia looked up and grinned, "Someone's chipper today, what's the occasion?"

"Nothing, it's just a great day to be alive, don't you think?" Keira asked as she put her things away in her locker.

"Mmhm, sure, so spill, what's got you grinning so much?" Amelia asked, leaning on the counter.

"I have a date tonight!"

"Really? Congrats!"

Keira smiled even more at that, "I'm so excited. I mean, I'm a bit nervous, but still, it's crazy, me having a date!"

"Ooh, do you have an outfit picked for the date already?"

"Well, sort of. I was planning for a nice skirt and blouse combo or maybe a dress."

"Well you can't go wrong with a little black dress. But if I were you, I'd fix up my hair in some loose curls and a little make up. You have gorgeous green eyes and a little liner would make them pop." Amelia stated, "Do you know where you're going for the date? Is it going to be formal or informal?"

"I have no idea really. He just said he was going to take me to dinner..." Keira said, ducking her head as Amelia flipped the signs and unlocked the door.

"Well you should ask him! If it's formal you don't want to be under dressed and if it's informal you don't want to be over dressed."

"I don't think being over dressed will be a problem, Amelia." Keira mumbled as the first customers of the day walked in.

Things were pretty slow so Keira mainly spent her time cleaning the machines, cups, and counter until seven. When seven hit, he walked in.

Keira smiled and went to the counter, "Good morning Reborn."

"Buongiorno mio cielo."

Keira typed up the receipt and handed it to Reborn who gave her the money. "I'll bring your espresso over to your seat in a moment."

He nodded, tipping his fedora down a bit, before walking over to his spot in the corner.

Keira turned to the machine and started making the espresso as Amelia walked up to her.

"Mio cielo? When have you guys gotten to know each other well enough for names like that?" Amelia asked with a raised brow.

"Ah, turns out he's my neighbor and he was hurt so I helped him last night and made him dinner..." She blushed and focused on making the espresso.

Amelia's eyes glinted, "So, he's your mystery date, huh? Gotta say, I'm glad you're finally getting a date out of him after how much you would stare at him. Be safe though!"

Keira rolled her eyes, "We're just going to dinner, not a gun fight Amelia, of course we'll be safe."

Amelia paused and looked at her, "That's not what I meant."

Keira frowned, "Then what did you mean?"

Amelia grinned and shook her head, "Eh, I'll tell you later."

Keira shrugged and picked up the finished espresso and took it over to Reborn, setting it down in front of him. "Here you are. How's your shoulder?"

"It's fine. Though it will take a few days to get it back to proper working condition. My... employer has given me a week off to heal."

"Well, take it easy please, we don't need you hurting yourself anymore..." Keira said, smiling before going back to the counter.

Reborn chuckled and shook his head, if only she knew.

Keira pouted as she looked at her hair in the mirror. It didn't seem to want to cooperate this evening and it was annoying her. She wanted to try doing the curls like Amelia suggested but that was a lot more difficult to do without magic to help her.

With a groan of defeat she picked up her straightener and took it to her hair along with hairspray and some gel. Sometimes, she really hated the Potter hair curse.

She heard a knock on her apartment door and looked at herself once more in the mirror, flattening her dress and pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. "Coming!"

She rushed to the door and opened it with a grin. "Renato!"

"Buona Sera." He replied, looking her up and down, "You look beautiful."

Keira blushed, "Thank you."

Renato held his arm out to her and she took it after grabbing her keys and purse and locking the door.

They walked to the restaurant in silence, taking in the beautiful night.

They soon arrived at the restaurant, a little place with a small sign beside the door that said Ristorante di fiamme.

They were led into the restaurant by the host and soon led out onto the veranda and to a small table in the corner away from the other diners.

Renato pulled out her chair for her and she sat down, thanking him as he took his own seat. The waiter came over with a bottle of white wine and poured them both a glass before leaving.

"I hope you don't mind but this restaurant has a particular menu that they serve every day of the week. The menu for today is one of my personal favorites." Renato explained at her confused look.

"Oh? Really? I've never been to a restaurant like this before, it should be fun." She smiled.

Renato grinned, "I hope this experience is a good one."

The waiter returned and placed a plate in front of both of them before leaving. Keira picked up her utensils and tried it, "This is really good!"

Renato chuckled, "It's gatò di patate. It's the starter for this menu. Next is the soup which is maccu, followed by the pasta, cannelloni, the main dish is pesce spada alla ghiotta, and for desert tiramisù."

Keira smiled, "Tiramisù? Of course you would pick a menu with a coffee dessert."

Renato smirked, "Of course."

They filled the silence between meals with light chatter, talking about everything from the weather to their favorite books.

By the time dessert arrived they were getting along great and laughing at stories each other shared.

"So," Keira said as she scooped up a piece of the dessert, "Why did you ask me to dinner, aside from the obvious repayment. I know that you've caught me looking at you in the cafe for the past year and I'm curious as to why you chose now."

Renato sighed, "There is another reason, yes..."

Keira looked at him, a brow raised.

"What do you know of flames?" Renato asked.

"Like, fire flames? Or magic flames?"

"I suppose you could call them magic flames."

"Then not much. I didn't even know they existed until just over a year ago. I'm assuming that since you've brought them up you have them as well?"

"Indeed. Most are born with the flames but it takes certain people to unlock them and be able to use them. The flames are usually more powerful the earlier you unlock them but if you didn't know about them till last year then that disproves the theory. Your flames are strong, but untrained."

Keira frowned, "I've been trying to control them but they are more tedious than what I'm use to. Why do you care about my flames anyways?"

"There are seven types of flames. You have mist whose main characteristic is construction, cloud whose main characteristic is propagation, lightning whose characteristic is hardening, rain whose characteristic is tranquility, storm whose characteristic is disintegration, sun whose characteristic is activation, and the sky whose characteristic is harmony.

"Each flame has a certain color to it; mist is indigo, cloud is purple, lightning is green, rain is blue, storm is red, sun is yellow, and sky is orange."

"So you have the sun flame?" Keira said, leaning forward on her arms, "Your shirt is yellow and the band on your hat is yellow and you just seem to have a... yellow aura."

Renato chuckled, "Yes, I have the sun flame. The strongest in fact. And you, have the sky flame, the rarest flame."

Keira's eyes widened, "What? How do you know?"

"Last night when you were helping me your flames touched my own, urging them to start healing me without you noticing. Your flames and mine harmonized."

"What does it mean to have harmonized flames?"

"Usually it means that I become a guardian, a protector of the sky. But our flames also achieved harmony. A harmony between flames is rare, rarer for it to be between a guardian and their sky, but not unheard of. The harmony between flames is much like a soul bond because the flames are a part of our souls. That ours achieved harmony means that we are soul bound. That could end a few ways. We could ignore it and continue as only sky and guardian, we could go our separate ways and hope for the best, or we could accept the bond, which usually ends in a marriage."

"But it's a soul bond! You can't simply ignore a soul bond. It's impossible."

"You can, but it causes a strain on the pair and has driven one to suicide, which sent their partner into discord."

"What is discord?"

"Discord is what happens when the person rejects their flames for whatever reason. Sometimes it happens when a guardian believes that they have disobeyed their sky or when their sky is dying but it's not a common occurrence."

Keira frowned, "So, if I reject then you could die?"

Renato shook his head, "No, it's a possibility but I would remain your guardian which would be enough to appease my flame. I wish to try a relationship with you though. Yesterday evening showed me that and this evening just confirmed it for me. But if you wish to not continue a relationship I understand. But I will not force you into anything you do not want."

"Renato... I would like to continue this relationship as well... but my family, we are from an old line, and my parents do not believe in dating."

"Would you prefer I court you?"

Keira blinked a few times, looking at him, "What?"

"Since your family do not believe in dating that would mean they prefer courting, correct? If that is more favorable to you then I will do so."

Keira shook her head, "I can't force you to court me just for my parents sake Renato. Almost all courtings end in marriage."

"I'm going to be by your side forever anyways, so what if marriage is one more step? I already enjoy spending time around you, considering we've been here for four hours, and I want to spend more time with you. If it ends with a marriage then we get married. I told you, I will not force you into anything and I was the one to suggest the courting. If you wish for it then why not do it?"

Keira blinked again before looking down at her half eaten tiramisù, "I... suppose you're right. But you do realize that you need to ask my father for permission before you can court me."

Renato nodded, "I am aware. When would you like me to ask him?"

Keira sighed, "Oh god, I'll have to ask my brother. My father is usually at home with mother but I'm not sure if he needs to be at the ministry anytime soon. I'll call later to ask, will that be acceptable?"

Renato nodded, smiling at her, "There is no rush mio cielo. Now, come, the restaurant is closing."

Keira nodded, standing up and taking Renato's arm once more.

Renato paid and they started to walk back to the complex.

Keira looked up at the sky and smiled, "Renato," she pointed up, "that there is Orion and that there is Sirius, and over there is Regulus."

Renato chuckled, "You know about stars?"

"Only those few. Sirius is the name of my brothers best friend. His brothers name is Regulus and Orion was their father. Sirius taught me where they were one night when we were at detention in the forest with Filch."

"Why were you in detention?" Renato questioned with a small smile.

Keira rolled her eyes, "I got caught in the middle of one of their ridiculous prank wars and instead of James I was drug out to detention. Him and I are twins and when we were younger, before puberty hit, we were often mistaken for each other. Filch caught Sirius and James doing something and they ran so when he caught me and Sirius talking he ran over and gave us detention. It was horrible."

They stopped outside her door and she smiled up at him, "Thank you for this, really. It was the best time I've ever had."

Renato tipped his fedora down, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, "Buona notte, Keira."

Keira raised her hand to her forehead and smiled, "Good night, Renato."