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Chapter one

Harry chuckled to himself when he walked into the class to find the top student, Shuichi Minamino, completely surrounded by his fan club. Harry would forever be thankful that the girls at Hogwarts had never been so forward.

'Something to be said for the pride of purebloods,' Harry snickered and squeezed through the throngs of hopeful girls that had once again encased his own desk in their effort to speak with the quiet redhead. Ignoring the glares he received from the girls he had push through so he could reach the only desk that was beside the other boy. A few of them had already tried to get him to switch seats with him. It had been fun to see their faces turn red when he said no.

"Excuse me," Harry chirped at the girl still blocking him from getting to his actual seat. It was Fukuhara, Aiko. The head of Shuichi's fan club and the first one to want to trade seats. She had not liked taking no for an answer. She had tried quite a few times to get him either in trouble or even forced to change classes. Harry had fun preventing all of her attempts. Her face was the best to see turn tomato red.

Fukuhara gave a chilling smile as she stood from where she had been sitting at his desk. "Now Potter, Harry, surely you remember our agreement."

Harry rolled his eyes "You know very well we had no agreement Fukuhara. But nice try." Harry dropped his bag onto the desk, knocking her bag off. He had long since stopped trying to be polite to her. "Now could you please move?"

She just about growled at him, just barely keeping her face from twisting in such an unattractive way. "Just like the English to back out of our agreement." She huffed and with a last pout to Minamino, who had been watching the proceedings with his usual friendly and blank look.

Harry sighed and sat down, back to ignoring the even hotter glares from the remaining girls. The young wizard wasn't sure what had furthered their ire with him. He was pretty sure they knew exactly what their president had been trying to do. With an inward shrug he pulled out the latest novel he was reading. It was getting to the good part and he wanted to know what would happen next.

The annoyed girls went back to speaking with Minamino about the test scores that had just been released. Harry rolled his eyes behind his novel when he heard the gushing.

'They act like he has never been number one on exams before.'

That was the last he paid attention to the fan club of fools. He had better things to do, like see how Talia and Rolan got out of their latest mess.

He had only made it a few more pages before the teacher entered and class began. He repressed the sigh that wanted to escape as he was foiled in his quest to find out what would happen next.

The day passed quickly and before he knew it, lunch had started. He smiled and pulled out his homemade bento. He had brought two today. He handed the second one to the distracted Minamino.

"How is your mother?" He asked quietly when Minamino silently took the bento with a grateful smile.

Green eyes that could rival even his own took on a sad hue.

"She is stable but the doctors aren't optimistic."

Harry flinched slightly. He knew how much Minamino's mother meant to him. He wished he could help, but even magic had a limit. Muggle diseases just weren't a priority when they didn't affect those with magic.

"Shiori is strong, I'm sure if anyone can survive, it's her." Harry tried to assure his friend. Minamino just gave him another sad smile before they both started to eat. Harry hid a smirk when he saw Fukuhara headed their way with her own bento.

"Minamino…" She started with a simpering smile, only to stop short when her eyes landed on the bento already on the boys desk. "Oh," she said before quickly walking away.

Harry snickered.

"Now Harry, you really shouldn't take such joy in the embarrassment of others." Minamino chided with a knowing look at the snickering form.

Harry sent him a look "not all of us try to be perfect, Shuichi. Besides, she gets on my nerves."

The redhead just sighed and went back to his lunch. "Thank you for the bento, its wonderful as always."

Harry smiled, "Well, I did promise Shiori I would make sure you ate while she was away."

"I could have made it myself you know."

"I know, But this ways you have more time for homework and to visit. It just makes more sense. Plus, then you don't have to pretend to enjoy whatever poison Fukuhara was trying to pass off as food."

Shuichi just shook his head, long given up on making his friend more social, or more polite. "I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you seem to think."

Harry snorted quietly, "You didn't have to take a cooking class with her. Trust me, you don't want to try to choke down whatever it is. Granted its more likely she had someone else make it. Though she would probably claim it's her own creation."

Shuichi knew it was a lost argument. "What series are you reading now?"

Harry grinned at the not so subtle change of subject. He told his friend the series he was reading, knowing if his friend hadn't read it he would want to borrow it. They spent the rest of lunch discussing the novels they had read lately. The rest of the school day passed quickly.

Harry sighed thankfully when the last of the idle girls finally left so he could go about cleaning the class room. He turned to Shuichi, his partner for the day. "I can do this myself if you want to go see Your mother."

Shuichi didn't manage to hide the gratitude that crossed his face. "Are you sure, I can stay and help…"

"I'm okay on my own, tell Shiori I'll be by tomorrow to bring her favorite."

Shuichi smiled, "Thank you Harry." The worried boy quickly packed up his things and left. Harry smiled sadly, watching his friend practically run out of the front gates.

"I wish I could do more Shuichi." He took a deep breath, pushing his own melancholy thoughts to the back of his mind. He checked the hall to make sure the coast was cleat before he gave a wave of his hand, finishing Shuichi's portion of the work just in case someone came to check on them.

He went back to his own work whistling an old tune he had learned from Luna before he had left Britain for good. It didn't take him long to finish what he needed to. He packed up his things and left the class. He smirked when he caught a glimpse of the fan club president standing by the tree in the court yard, likely waiting for Shuichi after her own club practice.

'Won't she be disappointed, I wonder how long she will wait before leaving.' Harry shrugged and kept walking, he would rather not stick around for the explosion that was sure to happen. He knew from experience she would not like missing her crush leaving.

Harry smiled as his home came into sight. The little house had been home to him for that past two years since he had left the wizarding world behind. The wards that guarded his home left a slight tingle over his skin when he passed through them. He placed his bag onto the stoop in front of the door, knowing the wards would keep his things from being taken. He went over to his neighbors. He had promised Shiori he would help Shuichi look after the garden in the back. He intended to keep his promises to his favorite neighbor. It didn't take him long to finish the task he and Shuichi had agreed on. Harry was just in charge of watering since his green thumb was basically nonexistent.

Dark had fallen with only a brief line of light remaining in the sky. Harry smiled sadly, the lights in the house still dark. He really hoped Shiori pulled through. Harry wasn't sure what would happen to Shuichi if anything happened to his precious mother.

Harry sighed and went into his own home. Experience told him Shuichi wouldn't be home until late into the night. And that would only be because his mother had finally fallen asleep for the night.

Hours passed before Harry felt a new being fast approaching his direction. He shot down the stairs, his wand in his hand. Keeping the white stick hidden behind his legs he opened his door and looked around, the only thing that seemed to have changed was the single light that burned upstairs in Shuichi's home.

He sent out his magic, trying to feel what he had sensed earlier. But he could feel nothing. What ever had been approaching had completely disappeared.