Title: Retribution For Her Honor

Rating: T ~ M

Warnings: Um, this chapter will be filled with blood but other then that, nothing much.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Ouran High Host Club.

Summary: She was harmed by them. She was injured because of them. They will pay for harming what was under their protection. Haruhi was injured during a skirmish between the DE and OP. The Host Club were very unhappy with them.

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Haruhi had to be dreaming, it was the only logical justification for what she was seeing with her eyes. It was the only explanation she could come up with to explain why the world was bathed in blood and why the only thing she could hear was the screaming of the young and old. She hid behind a dumpster in a dark alleyway as her eyes stared transfixed on the massacre occur before her. The air was filled with Latin chants and bright colored lights. The ground was drenched in blood and Haruhi was covered in the copper scented liquid. With a full body shudder, Haruhi closed her eyes to the world and wished she was back in Japan, back with her friends. Why did she decide to go to London now of all times? Did she forget about the terrorists who were running rampant around the city, destroying buildings and killing anyone they saw? Haruhi had to come to London when all her friends pleaded with her to stay in the safety of Japan.

Sometimes Haruhi was a fool.

A splatter of warm blood hit her face and Haruhi flinched at the feeling of it. She was afraid, so afraid. After all these years of being strong and independent, Haruhi wished for the warmth of her father's arms. A crackling laughter filled the air and a bony hand gripped her hair. Haruhi winced as the hand pulled her out of her little hiding spot and onto the main street. A quick glance around her was enough to see, she was to be made an example. A crowd of cowering people stared with wide and frightened eyes as Haruhi was pulled to the very forefront of the crowd. The one who laughed before spoke in fast English, faster than what Haruhi could translate. But the meaning was clear, she was to die.

Haruhi didn't know where the strength came from, but she struggled. She clawed at the hand, she screamed and shouted, she thought only of escape. She will return home, she will go back to her friends. She will find love like her mother did. She was not meant to die then. However she was weaker than the man who held her. With a sound punch to her cheek, Haruhi's struggles showed just how futile it was to fight against these terrorists. She didn't want to die.

The shout of another Latin phrase surprised the terrorist into dropping Haruhi. With a roll to the side, Haruhi turned towards the voice. It was a small crowd of people, a smaller number than the terrorists group. Under a silent understanding, both sides hurled lights towards the others. Many of the cowering crowd ran for safety, others remained entranced with the light. Haruhi wanted to run, wanted to escape when a bolt of red engulfed her body, overloading her nerves to the point of intense pain. She heard a scream, a scream that only a tortured animal could emit. Only when she could taste copper did Haruhi found out, the scream was coming from her.

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A/N: Um, I really had no idea where this came from. I've been meaning to write a Harry Potter/Ouran Host Club crossover for months, maybe a few years, but I haven't really gotten to it until now. This, well, at first I didn't know what to do with it. There were so many stories where Harry, by himself or with friends, go to Japan to the school. There are also stories where the Host Club goes to Hogwarts. But I wanted to be different. So here you go, a story where Haruhi, purely muggle, gets caught in the middle of a battle between DE and OotP. Don't really know where I'm going with this, but I'll be going somewhere, that's for sure.