Tsuna (not Tsunayoshi, not Harriet, just Tsuna, and after 5 years of personal dissonance and now identified dismorphia, wasn'tthat surprising) woke up to find themself very carefully tucked into his bed, staring at the ceiling, and feeling such a deep ache in their body that they had to wonder if reckless Gryffindorism was soul deep, and would ever not backfire in the most spectacular way possible, even if the results were what was wanted in the first place.
Sitting up (slowly, because fucking ow) and glancing at the clock, showed that they'd been passed out for nearly a full 24 hours. Impressive recovery time for the healing of an entire soul. Hopefully. In theory.
Scrunching their face up in concentration, Tsuna took stock of their magic first, which seemed to fill every pore of their being (...are they smaller? ...nah surely not.) and was... calmer than it had been, more stable. It made them truly wonder exactly how much of herself Dumbledore had squirreled under that dome. It also seemed to be wafting gently off of them and filling the room with the barest hints of itself... and the hallway.... and the rest of the house... and the surrounding ten feet of the house?
Frowning, and focusing more, they could feel the shifting around that told them kaa-san was wandering around the kitchen, a cat was somehow on the roof, Kana-san next door was sweeping somewhere in her garden.
Huh.
That was useful, very useful.
Shifting focus, feeling around this smaller and ultimately far healthier body with said magic, brought them up short a few seconds later when the barest of drains on it (not even enough to outweight its replenishment rate) was focused on their chest. Closing their eyes, and mentally begging every deity they knew once again that this wasn't about to be something like the horcrux had been, Tsuna steeled themselves mentally before glancing down slowly.
...there was an orange rock attached to them. An orange rock siphoning the barest hints of magic away. An orange rock shaped like a god damned teething tool for infants.
Now maybe it was the fact that they'd literally just woken up for the 2nd time in as many days to find something attached to their magic. Maybe it was the concussion he still didnt know if they'd had before passing out again. Maybe it was just sheer panic.
Tsuna reached out and touched it with the intent of ripping it off. Which was the first thing anybody dealing with possibly cursed objects would warn you not to do.
And the rock, just like any other magical artefact would, took that as it's acceptance. And they found themself falling back against the pillow again as information and feelings smashed through the still slightly sore occlumency barriers, dragging them with it.
Flames of the soul
Orange Sky
Home, guide and shelter, understanding and acceptance, Harmony, centre of family, knowing and intuition.
Me.
Dying will flames
Yellow Sun
Burning, to heal and hinder, Activation, life on earth, lonely, dangerous, nurturing, lights up the sky.
Worried, waiting, searching.
Tri-ni-sette system
Violet Cloud
Drifting, to protect and defend, Propogation, untethered, conceals sun and sky, origin of storms and showers.
Curious, distant family, excited.
Arcobaleno, strongest seven
Red Storm
Calm and violence, attacking and advising, Disintegration, centered and directed, focused, made of clouds and stirring rain and lightning.
Amused, wondering, learning.
Guardian Elements
Green Lightning
Flashes of inspiration, defender and inventor, Hardening, scattered, blinding, dangerous but beautiful, strikes from nowhere, draws attention.
Intrigued, scouring, researching.
Cursed infantile forms
Blue Rains
Summer and winter, soothing and harsh, warm and cold, Tranquility, washes everything away, warm showers and hail, calm puddles and snow.
Anticipating, loyal, confused.
Militant, greatful, thinking.
Long life or early death
Indigo Mist
Conceal and create, seeping into every corner, closest to the earth, the earthbound cloud, Construction, hides everything and knows all.
Irritated, knowing, Family, nearby.
Undead revenants
Black Night
Moon and stars, observers, law and order, retribution and duty, Will of the dead, Transportation, space and time, warden, betrayed and transformed.
Watching, guarding, finally whole.
It was a few minutes before the rush of information (most of which made absolutely no sense due to complete lack of context) slowed enough for them to become aware again vaguely aware that internally they now posessed the body of an androgynous teenager, neither truly male or female anymore, somewhere between Harriet and Tsunayoshi in appearance.
Now standing in their mind, swaying from the sheer depth of feeling being shoved through them without so much as a by your leave, Tsuna stared disbelieving at the 8 stones now sitting in circle in front of what looked like slightly blurry wizarding portraits on raised dias', now firmly entrenched in the middle of the library in some sort of homage to a ridiculous rainbow, the various coloured stones sending lights connected to the orange sat on a pedestal stuck in the middle of the room. The only one without a portrait. The colours corresponding quite neatly with the surge of information itself.
It was identical to the thing hanging on their neck.
This wasn't a horcrux but it sure as hell looked just as permanent. The whisper in their mind confirmed that death was likely the only way out for this too. Though Tsuna was vaguely aware that there was another solution, one that little voice (intuition, bloodline, it whispers) says is there but not for possibly a long time.
Fuck.
Fucking brilliant.
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A Life by Any Other Name
FanficSomehow, this was both exactly what she'd expected, and entirely different all at once. Turns out that dying a third time wasn't (...well, not quite anyway) the charm. (A -Harriet Potter gets sent to different timelines and universes for the fates a...
