A/N: So I was reading some Harry Potter/Ouran High School Host Club crossovers, and I decided that there are too few of them. So I decided to write one. Not really sure where this is going to go. Not sure of the pairings yet. Probably some eventual slash. I hope you enjoy. Please R&R, I want to know if you think I should continue this.
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to either J.K. Rowling or the creator of Ouran High School Host Club.
Chapter 1:
Away From the Host Club
"Now that we have all been fed and watered, I have a few start of term announcements to share. Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you of all the off limits items. There is a full list available in his office," Dumbledore began. Harry felt his attention begin to drift as Dumbledore talked of school rules in his beginning of year speech.
"Finally, Hogwarts will have the honor of hosting another wizarding school this term."
Interest in Dumbledore's speech was heightened; Dumbledore, well aware of this, smiled and continued on, "Visitors from Ouran Academy in Japan will be joining us at the end of the month. I ask that you make them feel comfortable and at home here."
Dumbledore had concluded his speech, and the students were dismissed. The subject of choice amongst the students, of course, seemed to be the visitors from Japan. Hermione seemed particularly fascinated.
"Japan! Oh, I've never met foreign wizards from that far away. I have to many things I want to ask them!" Hermione began as Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the Great Hall.
"Calm down, Herm, they're just kids," Ron rolled his eyes. Their fights had been getting more and more frequent ever since Hermione had started dated Viktor Krum the year previous. Hermione shot him a dark look.
"I'm sure Harry's excited, aren't you Harry?" Hermione looked at him.
"Oh, yeah, fascinated," Harry replied distantly, not paying attention to either one of them.
"I wonder what they'll be like?" Hermione mused.
"Guys, I can't let you pay for my trip!" Haruhi groaned.
The Host Club was assembled in Music Room 3. Haruhi was arguing passionately with the other hosts as to whether or not they could pay for her to spend a school year in Britain. She told them they couldn't. They thought otherwise.
"Au contraire, Haruhi, we have paid for it already," Tamaki grinned.
"What? You guys, that's a lot of money!" Haruhi shouted.
"Not really," Hikaru chimed in, "We all paid a little bit, and you forget, we're all rich."
"What about my dad? I can't just leave him here for a whole school year!'
"I talked to your father several weeks ago when the opportunity arose. He is perfectly fine with your trip, and insists you go," Kyoya put in, looking up for his book across the room and pushing up his glasses.
"Figures," Haruhi muttered, "Fine. When do we leave?"
"I am so excited for the Japanese visitors," Hermione cooed the day they were scheduled to arrive.
"Calm down, Hermione. They're just people," Ron sighed.
"This from the boy who wanted Viktor Krum's autograph," Hermione scowled at him.
Harry was getting sick of their constant bickering. Maybe he could befriend the exchange students and escape Ron and Hermione for a while. He smiled as he mulled over the idea, only half-thinking he would do it. McGonagall was ushering them all outside and into lines, by house and by age. It was the same way they had been arranged for the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang visitors. Harry wondered what kind of dramatic measures these students would arrive by. The students stared expectantly at the sky, the lake, and the grounds, unsure as to where the students would be coming from.
All of a sudden, hundreds of rose petals seemed to erupt out of midair. As they settled, Harry saw nine people walk through the petal-filled air. The first one was clearly their professor, as he was the oldest by at least 20 years, and had the lined face of a middle-aged man. Dumbledore approached this man and bowed. The other professor bowed in response.
"Suoh, good to see you again." Dumbledore greeted him warmly.
"Good to see you as well," the professor named "Suoh," spoke in flawless English, barely an accent, "These are my students." The man responded.
Harry looked at the students. There were eight of them, seven boys and one girl. They had strange uniforms; indeed, they more resembled muggle clothing than wizard clothing. The boys were dressed in black slacks and bright blue jackets hanging upen, with white shirts and black ties. The girl was wearing a yellow dress and a large bow. Harry then looked at each student as they passed, for Dumbledore had invited Suoh and his students into the Great Hall.
Leading the group was a boy who clearly did not have confidence issues; he was tall, a few inches taller than Harry, with blond hair and blue eyes. He carried himself in a confident manner. They boy behind him looked severely un-interested in the situation. Taller than the blond, this boy had dark hair and wore black-framed glasses. He pushed the glasses up on his nose, pulled a black book out of his pocket, and began to write something down.
After that came two people that make Harry's jaw drop. Twins. Identical. And red-headed. Practically the Japanese doppelgangers of Fred and George. After them was the girl. She had brown hair, and was looking around at everything. Next came two more boys; a tall, the tallest of all of them, dark-looking one, and a smaller blond one who appeared to be no more than seven. The smaller one was sitting astride the other one's shoulders, and was waving a stuffed rabbit around.
At the end of the train was the last boy. He was… pretty. Not that Harry thought he was attractive, there was just no other way to describe it, the boy was pretty, and had feminine features, with brown hair and large brown eyes. He slouched a little, and looked agitated.
Then they all passed, and Dumbledore called the rest of them into the hall.
The Hogwarts students took their seats and Dumbledore invited the Ouran students to sit as well. The bond boy who had lead the train of students marched straight over to the Gryffindors and sat down. The rest of the students, presumably friends with him, followed to sit with the Gryffindors. Harry was glad that Gryffindors had the company, by the was so far away he couldn't see them properly.
Dumbledore offered Suoh a seat, and then began to speak.
"A welcoming round of applause for Suoh-Sensei and his students at Ouran Academy."
The Great Hall applauded politely.
"Now, Suoh-Sensei will not be staying with us this term, but his students will be. I trust that you will treat them kindly and help them get adjusted to spending their next term here. I only have one thing left to say: tuck in."
Dumbledore sat and their plates filled with magnificent food. After the meal, Dumbledore dismissed them all, and asked for the Ouran students to stay. Harry presumed that it would be about their living arrangements; they didn't seem to travel in what they were staying in, like the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegates had. However, when he, Ron, and Hermione passed the doors in the Entrance Hall leading onto the grounds, there was a large, and by large Harry meant ridiculously massive, carriage made out of an enormous rose sitting outside. "Huh," Harry thought, "That must have been how they got here."
"Welcome to Hogwarts, my dear delegates from Ouran," Dumbledore greeted the Host Club and their manager.
"I presume that you will be staying in your carriage and sleeping arrangements will not need to be made?"
"The carriage will be where they stay, yes." Suoh-Sensei responded.
"Well then, I trust you also have your books?"
"Yes Dumbledore." Suoh-Sensei again answered for them.
"Well, then," Dumbledore clapped his hands together and smiled at the students, "We will get you your class lists in the morning, but now, I am sure you are very tired and wanting some sleep. Good night to you all. Suoh, a nightcap?"
The hosts and Renge departed from Dumbledore and their headmaster, and made their way out to their carriage.
"Well, I think this trip will be absolutely splendid," Tamaki announced.
Haruhi rolled her eyes. Surely already the boss was coming up with some ludicrous plan to start a Host Club at Hogwarts or something.
"I think we should start a host club at Hogwarts!" Tamaki said, thrusting his hand upward, enunciating his idea.
Haruhi rolled her eyes again, "Oh great," she thought, "Even when I'm away, I'm never away from the host club."