A/N: Ouran is a Magic School, how else did you think the roses appeared everywhere? And why else would there be a "Black Magic Club"? Yes, I'm just going to keep telling myself that. This Fanfic is set in book 5, but most of the Ouran kids will be Year 6.

A/N July 11: Not much has changed in this chapter. I just fixed up the problem with the World Cup, that's it. And the timing's a little different.

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"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Fantasy Land Style!" shouted Tamaki as three boys entered Music Room 3. Half of the room had been redone to look like it had rolling hills; the other half had been flooded, and made to look like a Magical Sea, complete with pirates and a sea-monster.

Tamaki was dressed up in some sort of sparkly gold get-up that looked like it belonged to a Porn star masquerading as a Prince. Which was rather appropriate, really. Mori was wearing armor, lounging near a "dragon", and for once he was not with Hunny. Hunny was on a floating platform that rather looked like a ship, bouncing around on the "mast". He had on some sort of captain uniform, all blue and with a really cool hat. Kyoya was in a corner, nearby a "cave," all dressed up in robes dashed with stars and moons. A staff rested next to him, having been replaced by his clipboard; apparently he was the "Wizard." Kaoru and Hikaru came running out of a doorway painted like a desert, toy stick-horses between their legs. They were dressed, if you could call it that, in billowy harem pants and vests, they were wearing bone jewelry and proceeded to run about proclaiming themselves, "Barbarian Princes" much to the authoress' delight.

Haruhi was, of course, in her school uniform. Tamaki had produced an outlandish garment that matched his own for her, the problem being that it was a Princess costume.

"Welcome!" all of the Hosts said in cue as they boys walked in.

"Where's her costume?" asked one of the boys, after staring at their amazing display for a moment.

"Yeah, we came here to see her, why isn't she wearing a costume?"

"Her, where?" asked Tamaki, trying to play dumb.

Oh, dear. This was not something that Haruhi had thought about when she had had such a splendid dancing with the Host Club members at the Anniversary Party.

"Haruhi's not Hosting today," said Kyoya calmly, "Try some other day."

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"What do you mean boys can come and ask Haruhi to Host?!?! Father!" since the party Tamaki's relationship with his father had gotten better…but this?! He had gone to his father with the idea that he, as the head of the school, could make things right.

"As long as she is in the club, and as long as the club remains here at Ouran Academy of Magic, they can."

"MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER!"

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Kyoya was sitting at home trying to figure out how to fix Haruhi situation. Boys' requesting her was simply out of the question, and they couldn't stop them from doing it now that the cat was out of the bag. Haruhi also couldn't leave the club. No, she couldn't.

"Excuse me?" came a voice.

"Yes?" asked Kyoya, wand in hand. This was not a voice he recognized; therefore it was not a voice that belonged, anything that didn't belong might be dangerous. Even things that did belong could be dangerous.

"May I come in?" Kyoya nodded. "Thank you," an old man walked in, he had a large nose, topped by small half-moon glasses, and he was wearing the sort of robes that Kyoya knew wizards in other parts of the world wore. That was just silly, why didn't they just mix with everybody else and make a fortune because they could do things others couldn't? That's how Kyoya's family had made their fortune. Kyoya too, for that matter. Besides, those robes looked hot.

"If seems you have a problem," the man said, "it happens that I do as well. Maybe we can help each other."

"Continue," said Kyoya, interested in spit of himself.

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Haruhi looked around and sighed. This was so troublesome. Although she had to admit it was mostly her fault. If she hadn't worn a dress to that stupid Anniversary Ball the boys wouldn't have figured out that she was a girl and then they wouldn't have driven her off. Not that that wasn't stupid of them in and of itself: if any girl ever agreed to date the three boys who where the spur of sending her, and thus the rest of the Host Club, off to England, she would be surprised.

Right now the Host Club was sitting in the airport waiting to head to some place called Diagon Alley, in England of all places, to get the sort of things that they would need to go to a new school there. A boarding school. Apparently the supplies used at Ouran were not the same that they used in England. Who knew?

Kyoya was talking on his cell-phone in that icy voice of his, the one that meant he was mad. The plane had not been ready to take off as soon as they arrived. Jeez, these spoiled rich kids. She remembered when she and her Dad and gone to visit her Grandmother and they had had to wait for four hours because the airport was running late!

Mori learned over and nudged her, holding out some coffee, "Oh, thanks Mori!" she said, taking it. Tamaki said that they drank some odd form of tea in England that didn't really match the tea that she was used to. He also said that they didn't drink as much coffee there, but Haruhi didn't see how that was possible. How could you exist without coffee? The Host Club certainly couldn't.

Mori had actually been the one to convince her father to let her go to this…Hogwarts place. Unfortunately after that conversation, probably the first he had had with someone other than Hunny in a long time, he seemed to feel that his word count was up for the year, and he had hardly said a thing since.

Hikaru and Kaoru came running in, interrupting her musings, and skidding to halt before saying, "The plane's here, your Majesty!"

"Yay!" said Hunny as he scrambled up Mori's back. "Let's go, let's go!"

As they made their way to the plane Haruhi couldn't help but notice the fact that everyone was looking at them, not that this was anything new, people looked at them everywhere they went, but these people were quite odd. Whatever, they were probably from Kyoya's Secret Police, called in when it turned out that they weren't boarding the plane right away. But the way that that guy with the blond hair was looking at her was creepy.

"So, how are we getting to this Diagon Ally place?" asked Hikaru. It was hardly likely to be the sort of place just anyone could get into.

"A man by the name Dankon is going to meet us there."

"WHAT?!?! And you didn't consult me? What about my lovely daughter? I don't want her around someone whose name is Dankon!! I bet he's a pervert with a name that means penis!" Tamaki rambled on for some time about people whose name is Dankon, but when he realized that no one was paying any attention at all to him he went to go sulk in his corner.

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"Are you sure that this is the right place?" asked Kyoya skeptically. He had not been impressed with the change of plans, emergency meeting to discuss policy change or not.

"Yes!" said the red haired man happily. "And sorry about the change in plans, but they need everyone from Dankon's department to help with the fiasco right now, so of course they need Dankon! I mean you can't discuss policy change without someone who knows the policy, can you? Come on, I need to go to all of the same places you do anyway. Molly needs me to pick up some school things for my kids too. She always forgets to buy extra quills!"

"School shopping? But school's been going for months now!" exclaimed Kaoru and Hikaru in unison.

(A/N: I know that school schedules in Japan are a bit different than those in the West, I just don't know how different or it what way. So in this story I am taking creative license and saying that second semester in Japan starts right before the West comes back for the start of a new year.)

"Oh really?"

"School schedules are different from country to country," said Mori.

"Well we're just about to start a new year. I guess you picked the right time to transfer," said Mr. Weasley.

"You knew about this, didn't you?" Haruhi asked Kyoya. Kyoya only smiled, and did that shiny-glasses thing that he was so good at. "Shadow King," she muttered, impressed despite herself.

"Okay, first stop: the bank! Here we are!" They all walked into a rather bank-like building with a name that started with a "G" sprawled in fancy script over the top.

"I need to take some money out of my account, and the exchange is over there, and I'll meet you by the doors, okay?" said Mr. Weasley briskly.

"And how much like you need, and from what currency?" asked the Goblin at the desk. Unlike all of the other Goblins they had seen in this place, this one appeared to be a girl.

"1,000,000 yen to whatever you use," commanded Kyoya, dropping a big stack of Yen notes on the counter.

The Goblin looked a bit startled, but made the transaction. "The same for me please," said Tamaki, handing over the money, flowers hanging in the air, with a smile.

The Goblin exchanged the money and blushed, "And you two?"

"2,000,000 yen for use please," they said, putting the money down with a flourish.

"I'm sorry but I'm not authorized to exchange that much," the Goblin stammered.

"Oh Kaoru!" shouted the red-haired twin, grasping his brother's hand.

"Hikaru!"

"How are we to…?"

"It's alright Hikaru, I'll take care of you!" by this time the boys were in the middle of the bank hugging tightly in their signature pose.

"What is the problem!?" snapped an old Goblin, wandering over.

"They want more then the maximum amount converted," explained the Goblin.

"Oh, here, I'll do it!" snapped the old creature.

He took care of Kaoru, Hikaru, Mori, and Hunny, "And the usual for you?" he asked having seen a trend in the numbers these boys were requesting.

"No think you," said Haruhi, "Could you do 100,000 yen to these galleans please?"

Ignoring the fact that the young man had not said the word right, the Goblin went ahead and completed the transaction, "There you are."

"Thank you!" said Haruhi, smiling and managing to charm the old Goblin in spite of himself.

"You're welcome," he said, and smiled. Then he wandered away in a bad mood because he had been forced to smile.

"Let's GO!!" shouted Tamaki, ready to make his way in this strange new place.

"MR. WEASLEY!" shouted Hunny excitedly from atop Mori's shoulders.

"Oh! Yes, there you are! So do you have your lists?"

They all nodded, "We already have wands, cauldrons, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, phials, telescopes, and scales," said Kyoya.

"Our scales are iron though," said Kaoru, "this says we need brass."

"Wait!" shouted Tamaki, looking at the list for the first time, "I HAVE TO WEAR BLACK!!!!"

"...yes. It's what color everyone wears."

"NO!" he exclaimed finger held out, roses making a backdrop to his righteousness, "This cannot be so, to the robe shop!"

'Can't he just wear black like everyone else?' Haruhi asked herself.

At the robe shop, Tamaki proceeded to turn on the charm, "You see lovely seamstress, I am Prince Charming, and Prince Charming does not wear black. Imagine," he said, sweeping the middle-age dumply woman into his arms, "if everyone went black, it would be a terrible sight," he went on in this vein for another ten minutes until Madam Malkin gave in, agreeing that Tamaki couldn't really wear black. As an alternative, she said that as exchange students it only made sense that they would wear the powder blue they were used to.

"You know, this color isn't very practical," said Haruhi, "it shows all sorts of stains and you can't spend the least amount of time in it until it gets dirty."

Mr. Weasley just smiled, not understanding her comment, having not gone into the shop with them. "Got your robes then? Good. Onto the book shop."

"Oh! Look at all these books! I want…" Haruhi's bookish nature was coming out, but she had spent a lot of money in the robe shop, and she needed to get all of the other books. Maybe she could suggest this one to Kyoya, and barrow it from him?

Where was he? Where were any of them? Oh, there was the blue! "…yes," Haruhi heard, from her place behind a bookshelf, "we want all of the books that would interest a sixth year from out of the country…seven sets of them. Plus all of the early books that Hogwarts students have that we do not."

"History," said Mori. You would never really get him to admit it, but history was his favorite subject.

"Yes yes!" exclaimed Hunny, "We need to know about this place!"

Seven! All of the books that would interest them! That was going to be a lot more money than she had, plus she had to make this money last until they got to their new school. They would be staying in a hotel for a few days in a hotel, so she needed to save a lot.

"I'll go find Haruhi!" shouted Hunny.

"Wait!" shouted Kaoru, "She probably can't, we'll pay for Haruhi's!"

"No, I'll pay for my precious daughter's!"

"I'll pay for Haruhi's! OoO…an ice-cream shop!"

"Why don't we all just split it and give them as a gift from the Host Club?"

"Mmm," said Mori.

Touched by her friends' generosity she backed away into the depths of the bookstore. She knew the money would be nothing to them, but the fact that they had remembered for her touched her greatly.

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A/N: And next chapter is the train and getting sorted! OH! Please tell me if anyone is horribly out of character. This is my first time not introducing at least a new main-character, and I'm terribly afraid I didn't do so hot. Also I'm afraid if you tried to read it a few times and couldn't...every time I was finally done editing, I found more mistakes! That probably says a lot about my editing, hun? I just have never been able to edit my own stuff...give me someone else's though…