Mimic

Chapter 1

The Mimic

Summary-Harry has always had a talent for mimicking voices. He could make his voice sound like anyone he wanted it to sound like, be it male or female, with just a little practice on his part. Then when he found out he could also shift his features to look like anyone he wanted to as well, Harry knew that he had something that could save him from the hell that was his so-called family; he had something he could finally use to make a name for himself with. Now, years later Tsuna, and his new guardians, are going to meet up with the now world-famous hitman and assassin only known as The Mimic.

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Chapter one

Harry was once more stuck in his cupboard, curled up in the furthest back part of said cupboard. Doing his best to not cry out loud, from the pain he was currently in. Something he was doing for yet another, most likely sleepless, night.

Seeing as this wasn't the first time Harry had been in a situation like this; not by a long shot. And because of that Harry had a good idea just how the rest of his night was going to go from previous experiences.

Though considering that the cupboard was his room and had such been since he had first been brought to his so-called family, the Dursley. Harry really could say he should have honestly expected something like this to happen in the first place. As it was something that happened almost regularly and hadn't happened lately; or as lately as it usually did for him anyway. So, it was bound to happen sooner than later either way.

Usually, Harry was just put in his 'room' most of the time, in an out of sight out of mind kind of way. In fact, more often than not whenever he wasn't in school or doing the chores, he had been ordered to do Harry was stuck in is room or if not, that shoved outside.

And even then, whenever he was caught doing something by his Aunt Petunia, or his Uncle Vernon, that they felt wasn't normal, he was literally thrown into said rooms. More often than not with an additional punishment added for daring to do something so 'freakish' on top of that.

This time he had been thrown back in his cupboard because he had been caught singing along with the radio. Not something that anyone would normally be punished for, even if they had been utterly tone death while doing so. Which Harry knew he wasn't not by a long shot.

However, in Harry's case, when he was singing along, he was doing it in the exact same voice, and tone, as the original person singing. Sounding like an exact copy of the singer in question as he did so. If a bit younger as Harry wasn't an adult and could exactly get the mature sound of the voice exactly right. But it was close enough to fool most people and easily recognizable as the singer's voice in the first place.

Worst yet, at least in the eyes of his uncle, who had been the one who had caught him singing in the first place. The singer he had been mimicking, to a nearly perfectly degree, had obviously been an adult female. Therefor so had Harry's voice while he was singing the song he had been. The song being about putting a spell on someone didn't help matters that much either; if anything it made it just that much worse.

Harry, when he had originally been doing the singing, didn't see the problem with this fact. Seeing as, for as long as he had been able to tell the difference between voices, he had always been able to mimic any voice he had heard; be they male or female. Which was something that had only gotten better the more he had practiced. Something Harry did often when he was locked in his so-called room as he had nothing else to do; especially considering there wasn't any light in said room.