My goodness, this was itching at me for a while, though I don't know if I'll continue it or not because I don't really know where I was planning on going with this. So I would really love to hear your input on this. I know Kyouya is a bit OOC and whatnot. This takes place during Harry's sixth year.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I only wish that I could attend Hogwarts.

"Kyouya! When were you going to tell us that you were a wizard?"

"I wasn't."

But of course, this did not stop the blonde from closely following the tall dark-haired male down the pristine hallways of the academy. The blonde jumped from side to side; anxious to know the real reasons behind his dear friend's secret—but then again, this was Kyouya Ootori.

"But Kyouya," the blonde whined, "being a wizard must be so awesome! You must be able to pull rabbits from hats!" He beamed, earning a rather distasteful glare from Kyouya.

"Tamaki-." Kyouya began to roll his eyes but was cut off by the princely characters.

"I'm sure the girls would love to see you dazzle them with your charms and magical displays of wonder!" Tamaki grinned, spinning around with his arms in the air. "We must tell everyone at the next meeting! Everyone will be so excited and-!"

"No Tamaki," Kyouya glanced at him, "No one can know about my… Wizardry." He pushed his glasses further up his nose. "It was a mistake that you even found out about it in the first place." He pressed his glasses further up his nose as the exited the building.

"But Kyouya, how is it a mistake? I think it's wonderful!"

"Because no one is supposed to know!"

Tamaki sighed, quieting down slightly, "Well, as your best friend, I accept you." Kyouya could easily piece together what the blonde meant—even if your father doesn't.

Kyouya didn't respond but kept moving towards his limo. The car door was opened for him and just as Kyouya was about to sit down, he spoke quietly, "Good bye Tamaki."

Tamaki smiled weakly, a few steps behind Kyouya, "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

Kyouya stayed quiet, thinking. "Maybe for a little while during club hours, just to let everyone know of my transfer of schools."

"Are you sure you can't tell about this new school?"

Kyouya shook his head and sat down on the leather of the car seat, "See you tomorrow, Tamaki."

Tamaki smiled, "See you tomorrow, Kyouya."

With that said, the car door was shut and quickly pulled away. Through the darkened windows, Kyouya silently watched the Ouran Academy fade into the distance, not touching his cell phone once.

Once home, Kyouya quickly retreated to his room and quickly sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. For such a calm and collected teen, Kyouya felt like hurling his belongings across the room. This was impossible. After all these years? The dark-haired teen let out a frustrated sigh, not noticing the lights surging above him.

He recalled the events from a week prior as he let himself fall backwards on the bed.

A few doors down, Kyouya could hear his father belting at bearded stranger, who he caught sight of earlier while in his family's library—the man had passed the door:

"Are you Ootori Kyouya?" The voice was clearly English sounding, but in very good Japanese. Kyouya nodded simply,

"I am." He assumed that the man had heard about him through his father's praises about his three sons, not much must have been said about him, which could have lead to the man's curiosity of him. Kyouya thought no further into it as he man nodded, a soft smile on his face and Kyouya could have sworn he saw some sort of twinkle in his eyes as he shook the man's hand.

Kyouya hadn't seen this man visit his father before though, even at the countless business parties that the Ootori family has thrown, he never saw this man once. But from the way he heard his father yell a few minutes after, Kyouya assumed that this man had indeed visited his father before. From what he could make out, apparently they were talking about some freakish school, though he never heard the bearded man yell back.

"I will not have my son attend your school!" He heard, "I have told you since he was eleven when your damn bird came here!"

Now Kyouya knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but it made him a bit curious; the idea of a school chasing after him since he was eleven? Why had he never been told of this? Kyouya quietly left his room and crept closer to his father's office. "He is already enough of a disgrace to the Ootori name for being like that freak mother of his." So all of these years of him devoting his life to earning his father's respect had been for naught; his fists mindlessly balled up.

"Ootori-sama, I can assure you that we are no school of freaks and your son is no freak either." The man calmly spoke, "From the amount of accidental magic your son has been emitting, if he does not learn to control it soon, the results could be dire." Kyouya pressed his brow together, so that explains a few things from his past. "Both the Japanese and British Ministry of Magic have been watching him very closely and they believe it would be in both your son's and your best interest to let him attend Hogwarts before it is too late."

"You have been spying on my son?" Yoshio growled, "How dare-!" The man was cut off and remained silent for a moment, "You drive a hard bargain, Dumbledore-sama."

"I'm glad to see that you see this our way," Since when was his father so easily to give up? This made no sense to Kyouya—had the man up him under some sort of spell? Impossible, there was no such thing as magic. He must have been dreaming. "Since he is a half-blood, I must impress the importance of him attending Hogwarts, since the wizardry school here only accept those of pure wizardry descent." The man, Dumbledore, began, "So think of this as a foreign business endeavor and I'm sure your son will fit in nicely with our students." Kyouya had heard enough to promptly returned back to his room, only to be called back out to his father.

"You wished to see me, father?"

"Yes, Kyouya. I would like you to meet your new sensei—Professor Dumbledore."

Kyouya bowed his head to the older man, "It is nice to meet you, sir." But he quickly turned his attention to his father, "I'm transferring academies, father? But you've always praised Ouran Academy as being the best there was."

"And it still is." His father did not sound too pleased to have made this agreement, "But Dumbledore-sensei feels it would be best for you to attend his academy."

"And what school may that be, father?"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore spoke, "You're a wizard, Kyouya."

But none of this was a dream.