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The Arcobaleno had seen many strange things in their cursed existence, but the bundle on the doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive made even Reborn pause.
"A baby," Skull whispered, his violet eyes wide behind his helmet as he crouched beside the infant. "Someone left a baby out in the cold."
Reborn's sharp gaze swept the perfectly manicured suburban street, his hitman instincts screaming that something was wrong. The letter pinned to the blanket explained everything and nothing at all: Harry Potter, orphaned, left with relatives who would "keep him safe."
"Safe?" Viper's illusionist eyes glowed with skepticism as they read over Reborn's shoulder. "I can sense the wards. Powerful, but..." They frowned. "Blood wards. Barbaric."
Fon knelt gracefully beside Skull, his storm flames flickering as he gently touched the baby's forehead. The lightning-bolt scar pulsed with a sickly magic that made even the martial artist recoil. "This child has been marked by dark magic. Very dark."
"So what do we do?" Lal Mirch demanded, her arms crossed. "Leave him here to rot with people who'll hate him for what he is?"
Colonnello landed beside her with his usual flair, though his expression was unusually serious. "Kora! The bambino's got potential. I can feel it. Sky flames, strong ones."
Reborn made a decision that would change the fate of two worlds.
"We take him."