Chapter two up. And I must say, none of you figured out the pairing yet. Though I didn't really give you any details or hints. You'll just have to keep on trying.
Winner gets a cookie, it's snicker doodle.
Anyway review if you think you figured it out. If you get it right so quickly I'll be very impressed and surprised.
Like I said, sardonic updating. Just thought I'd say that
THIS WILL BE SLASH! I don't know yet if it's gonna get all that graphic or anything yet, but don't flame me because I'm warning you now.
DisclaimerL I don't own Harry Potter or Ouran High School Host Club. It pains me to say it but I must.
Harry smiled as he looked over his handy work. The classroom assigned to him was now decked out exactly as he wanted it. Dark drapes gave the room a sense of mystery, while the bright glitter and other shiny things in the room reflected what light did come in, giving the room a kick ass look. The desks were in a semi-circle around his own, each had a mask and a notebook that would be used inside. The room was painted like backdrops of different movies and plays, while the ceiling took on the universe. Planets and stars looked down where the soon to be students would sit, making him feel like everything was surreal.
The back of the room was filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves stocked with plays and a few knickknacks. He had spread a short but large carpet over the tile of the room, mostly because he didn't like warring shoes indoors and it was a nice soft blanket like carpet. A closet he had installed held all types of costumes he could think of. Roman battle armor that was an exact replica of the original was displayed above his desk along with a few other important things, hopefully giving the more educated of his students insight on the type of person he was.
He kept the windows open, allowing a gentle breeze to filter through the room. Paintings of fantasy art and mythical floating islands hung from the walls. All in all, it was the type of classroom he would have loved to be a part in when he was younger.
For the past week he had been getting the room perfect for the start of the year. Unused to the immense size the room had to offer, he had taken it upon himself to make it into a childhood fantasy of his own. Suoh-san came by a few times to help, but it always ended up with him making a disaster out of something, hence the glitter that seemed permanently stuck into the rug.
According to his new friend, all students would have to be apart of a type of art this year. So he would have quite a few students as it was a last minute decision to add the program to the curriculum.
He wasn't entirely sure on what his students expected of him, but things were going to be completely spontaneous. They wouldn't know what hit them.
"Wow! It looks a lot better than I would have expected with such little time."
Harry smiled as he looked over to the an who gave him this opportunity.
"I try."
Suoh-san looked down at the child who seemed to have grown up to fast and gave a sad smile. There was a tired took in the teenager's eyes that made his fatherly instincts go into overdrive. There had to be a reason why the young boy was emancipated, there had to be a reason why he was so…exhausted. But everything had come up inconclusive. The only thing that his people could find were the fact that this…boy… was a lord! He wanted to help his young friend, but there didn't seem to be a way yet. The only thing he could do was allow the child another chance to be around others his age. Suoh remembered when he first met him that the boy seemed more mature than he was, and it scared him that the boy was experienced with fighting with a sword. But he put his concerns on the back burner for now, hoping to find a way to get a lively look in the raven-haired boy's eyes.
"And you succeed."
Harry gave a smile to the elder man and sat crisscross on his desk.
"Remember how I said I was unorthodox? Well, I'm not entirely sure how these kids are going to react."
"Oh, how so?" Said the elder as he took a seat in one of the desks.
"A few will be excited to have a class that's so different than anything else. Others will try their hardest to get me fired whether because of my age, or they just don't like my teaching style. I've taught before and let me tell you, I had to nip a few students in the bud and throw them out before the others would take me seriously. I'm just gonna go ahead and warn you about the complaints that are no doubt going to come to your desk about me."
They shared a smile at that.
"Oh, I think I can handle that. Besides, you'll be teaching my son and his friends. If they end up liking you, no one will even try to get on your bad side for fear of them turning their ire onto them."
Harry smiled when those thoughts made him think of two very important figures in his life.
"Pranksters are they?"
"Hahaha, two red head twins. The rest of them are relatively tame during school hours. By the way, what's up with the blank masks? Planning on putting on The Phantom of The Opera so soon?"
Suoh closed the desk and looked towards the now blushing teen.
"No, its this project I thought of while watching the movie. They have six weeks to figure out a way to paint their mask to match their personality. At the end of the six weeks we'll be having a masquerade ball where they must wear their mask. Hopefully it will make them think about their selves in a different perspective, give them an idea on how they see themselves. After all, how can you hope to be someone else if you don't know who you are in the first place."
Suoh smiled at the idea.
"Tell you what, I'll reserve the ballroom for you since I believe you simply too swamped with work to have remembered."
Harry gave a sheepish look to the headmaster.
"My son has been anxious to meet you."
Harry winced slightly.
"Ah, um, does he act anything like how you did when we first met?"
Suoh gave a happy smirk.
"Damn."
"Hahahaha, don't worry too much."
Harry grumbled under his breath about there being too many rose exuders in the universe as it is, he didn't need one more.
"You have free reign of the school including places where normal students are not allowed to venture, but I ask that you not bring students into the teacher's lounge. That's one of the few places where not even my son is allowed to go."
Harry snorted.
"I highly doubt the likeliness of me going there in the first place. I'm more of a hot chocolate type of guy. The smell of coffee beans that will no doubt permeate the air in that room will make me sick."
"Who knows, we might convert you." The headmaster joked.
"Don't even try it. Many have, and all have failed spectacularly."
Harry stood up and closed the windows. It was getting late and he still had to get home.
"Do you want a lift?"
"Nah, I brought my bike today." Harry said nonchalantly.
Suoh grimaced. "You know I don't like how you drive a motorcycle. Those things are dangerous."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Techniqually walking down the street in broad daylight is dangerous as well. Look, that bike was a birthday present from my godfather. It's not like I'm don't know what I'm doing."
Suoh sighed and slumped in defeat. "I know, but I'm still gonna worry."
"And that's what makes me be careful."
The two of them walked out of the building in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. The moon was already up, but the sun had yet to completely set, giving the world that ethereal look.
"Two weeks and I feel like I've known you two years. Strange how time seems to pass so."
Harry smiled ruefully at the man next to him.
"Time is just the way we as humans perceive the passage of events. Much has happened so time seems to be slow. Time, is just a concept that cannot be completely understood no matter how old or wise we become." Harry intoned softly as he stared at the rising moon.
In that moment the boy Suoh had come to know seemed ancient and wise. He could see the man Harry would become in time, and saw that being his friend would be an interesting thing to do.
Harry nodded goodbye as he straddled the sleek black bike Sirius custom made for him. As he sped off home he looked back at the pink school that would become a new beginning for him. Perhaps things really would get better in time. He had to believe that, he just had to.
Harry waited until the tardy bell rang before stepping out of the shadow where he was hiding in the hall. If there was one thing he learned from Snape it was how to make a dramatic entrance.
He flung open the door to his room and stepped in with all the grace he could muster from years at war, seeming to glide across the floor.
He suppressed the grin that threatened to burst out at the looks the class were giving him. Many looked scandalized at his choice of clothing for the day, others didn't seem to know what to think.
"Hari-sensei?"
Harry turned to see a familiar looking blonde staring at him in hopeful confusion.
"Ah, and you must be Yuzuru's son Tamaki. It's a pleasure to finally meet you instead of your photograph." Harry smiled slightly remembering the elder Suoh's advice considering how the student body would react.
"Hari-nii!"
Harry didn't even have time for his battle ready reflexes to react before he was meticulously glomped the hell out of by an overenthusiastic blonde teenager.
"Nii? What the bloody hell does that mean?" Harry was struggling under the much taller boy's weight and was happy when Tamaki was unceremoniously dragged away by his ear.
"It means something along the lines of big brother, Poteru-sensei. Please excuse him, he easily excited."
Harry nodded at the glasses wearing teen.
"Ka-san, why did you have to do that? I was just greeting him into the family. Dad told me to treat him like a sibling." Tamaki whined while he strained in the raven's hold.
"Please, call me Harry. Potter makes me feel more like a student then a teacher." Harry said while ignoring the slightly disturbing puppy eyes the blonde was shooting his way.
"As you wish Hari-sensei."
Harry turned back to the now silent class and gave a small smirk.
"Alright everyone, pick a seat and don't get attached. I hold rights to move you whenever I see fit." There were some grumbling while everyone complied, but many were just content to look around at the wonderful room in amazement.
"Now I'm sure you're all curious as to how a teenager younger than most of you has come to teach at this fine establishment." THAT sure got everyone's attention focused on him. He could have sworn a few would have whiplash. "So in order to stem your curiosity slightly I'll tell you a little about myself."
Harry hopped onto his desk completely content to ignore the chair.
"I was born in England July 31st and am currently sixteen years of age. My parent's were brutally murdered by a serial killing madman when I was a year and a half old, so I grew up with some unimportant relatives. At the age of eleven I was accepted into a prestigious boarding school somewhere in Scotland, and excelled there until I was fourteen. After that I was legally emancipated and left for formal studying under private tutors. Once my godfather got married I decided it was time for a change of pace and packed up to Japan. The reason why I'm teaching my own age group would be the headmaster seemed to believe me capable and I'm bored."
Harry really did tell the truth and didn't lie. Though, he did leave out around seven years of information, not like they would notice. He observed the pitying looks the girls were giving him and inwardly scowled. The only thing he hated most in the world was someone pitying him, and they didn't even know how the madman was trying constantly to kill him until he was killed himself.
"That's not entirely right. Dad wanted to repay Hari-nii after he saved him from a horrible mugging. He only *mphf*"
There were a pair of red-head twins covering the boy's mouth, proving once and for all to Harry that red head twins were awesome.
The new teacher actually did sigh when he could already hear the beginnings of rumors being made.
"STOP!" That shut them up pretty quick.
"Let's make one thing clear." He said threateningly. " I barely did anything to help and Yuzuru had bodyguards already on their way. I came here because I was bored, nothing more."
He turned towards a pack of the louder girls and nearly snarled.
"And don't you thing for a second that I'm going to tell you anything about my love life. That's private and none of your damn business."
He spoke louder for the whole class to hear, though it wasn't necessary considering how quiet they became.
"There will be no bullshit in this class. You fuck around or break something, not only will you clean it up yourself, you'll also be paying for it, and if for some reason the situation calls for it, permanently booted from my class. I don't like slackers so anything done half-assed gets you kicked out as well."
What he expected sure as hell didn't happen. The males in the room looked to him with respect, hell a few nodded in acceptance. The girls on the other hand started showing sure signs of fangirlism, one of the world's worst syndromes and one Harry was intimately familiar with.
"Hari-nii's so cool!" Tamaki gushed making Harry face palm epically.
A few of the children in the room seemed to agree and a few even started talking amongst themselves.
*BANG!*
The children startled and turned to where Harry had slammed a book on his desk.
"Now that I have your attention, here are the rules. They are non-negotiable and you must sign a form saying you will do as follows before I even consider keeping you in my class."
"Rule 1: NO TALKING WHILE THE TEACHER IS"
A few people traded sheepish glances.
"Rule dos: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE ROOM UNLESS GIVIN EXPRESS PERMISSION BY THE TEACHER."
"Rule C: MY WORD IS LAW IN THIS DOMAIN. FROM THE SECOND YOU ENTER THIS ROOM YOU ARE UNDER MY JURISDICTION, MEANING MY ROOM, MY RULES."
A few looked angry at that, mostly some thug looking boys in the back. But after Harry gave them a hard and unforgiving stare they seemed to calm down.
"Rule next: NO FIGHTING PERMITTED UNLESS IT IS PART OF THE PLAY AND SUPPERVISED BY ME OR ANOTHER OF MY APPOINTMENT."
Harry stared in each of their eyes, making sure they knew that he would not budge on that one.
"Now I'm just going to warn you. If you do something idiotic and stupid and get kicked out of my class, bitching to your parents or the school won't get you shit. This is an elective and as such I don't have to conform to what this school seems to think is normal. I want you out and you're gone."
"Hari-nii's scary."
Harry gave the boy an exasperated look.
"Other than that we should get around just fine. This class is gonna be fun, especially considering how we're going to do things."
His grin seemed to make everyone in the room relax.
"Open your desks, you'll find a plain white mask and a spiral notebook."
Harry watched amused while the majority of the class started poking at the cheap masks in fascination.
"During our first six weeks here you will come up with your own colors and designs to put on your mask. You can do anything from drawing your own face to painting it the mascot colors of your favorite team, but it has to describe you. Learn to see yourself, it will come in handy."
Harry jumped down from his seat on his desk and strolled to the black board.
"As you all know by now I have around four classes out of the eight each day, because of this I've come up with a friendly way you can compete as a class with those from different periods."
He drew four boxes in one corner in different colored chalk.
"For each question you correctly answer you get a point, for any rule breaking that doesn't require a detention your class will lose five. At the end of six weeks the class with the most points gets a real treat." Harry gave them his signature foxy grin, making most of the students blush.
"The treat, however, is a complete surprise, but I can tell you you'll like it."
The students began giving each other excited glances.
"The notebook is something of a pet project of mine. It will be a two way thing where you right questions or a story, and at the end of the weak I go and reply to them. It's my first time teaching formally and considering how many kids there are in my class this will help me match someone with a name. Oh and there's a catch. You can only write in English."
Nearly every student groaned in agony. English was considered second to French when it came to school and many of them never bothered to keep up with studying it past a passable degree.
"Stop moaning you infants, I came from England and I'll be damned if I let a student out my door who can't at least hold a decent conversation in my home language. Besides, most of the material we'll be going over was originally in old English or the rare French."
"Ne, ne nii-san. Will you help me with it?"
Harry stared down at the pouting teenager.
"That's what the notebook is for. You suffer through it and I'll correct and grammatical mistakes I come upon."
"Hari-nii hates me." Tamaki nearly cried.
Sigh, he could already feel the glares of the fan girls boring into his back.
"No, it's called tough love. You're dad is soft and I am hard, you need stability and balance between the two or you'll become passive and weak later on. If you really do have trouble to the point where help is needed all you need do is ask." Harry grins sadistically. "Though I'll never stop teasing you."
It seemed to be enough for the girls because they finally stopped sending him death glares of doom.
"You do care!" The easily excited boy yelled only to be pulled back into his seat by the stoic glasses wearing boy beside him.
"Next, I expect you to be on time to class. If there are important circumstances that hold you up, I expect a VERY good excuse. Those of you who find this class not up to your standard are welcome to leave at any time."
Harry strolled to the closet in the back of the room.
"These costumes are for practices only. Our real costumes that you will wear during the plays you will hand make. If you can't or don't know how to sew you will learn. I don't care if you're a jock or a nerd, you might need the skill later on in life at some point. If at any point a costume goes missing, the consequences will be dire for the perpetrator."
Harry was starting to get into his role as a new teacher, thoroughly enjoying scarring the shit out of his new students.
This was SO much better than the DA.
"Considering this class is a mix of all the years I will warn you now. Bullying in any form is not accepted unless I do it myself. The one who bullies will be subjugated to wearing the most hideous costume I have in my arsenal for the rest of the day."
The girls were shivering in horror at the idea.
"Any other questions?"
A few hands were bravely put in the air.
"Do you have any hobbies?" A timid brunette asked a little intimidated.
Harry had to think on how to respond. Most of his hobbies included doing things that defied the laws of physics, or were illegal in many countries. Better play it safe.
"Cooking could be one of them. I've done it since I could remember and by now I'm pretty adept at making sure I and my houseguests don't die from food poisoning. Hmmm, I guess combat could be another. Though, don't ask for a demonstration on that one. Anything else? Oh, gardening."
"Yay! The new sensei likes to cook. Ne Takeshi, do you think he likes cake? Usa-chan really wants some now to."
Harry looked at the short boy who was sitting next to someone REALLY tall. It didn't surprise him much that the boy was that small. Hell, the Creevy brothers didn't get much taller from when he first met the two, and this boy was only a few inches shorter than he was. Besides, it was probably all that cake that kept him from getting his growth spurts on time.
"Yes I do Haninozuka-san, though I'm more of a chocolate fan myself."
That earned him an award winning smile from the seventeen year-old and a nod from his friend.
"Any other questions?"
"Why are you dressed like a commoner?" The two red-head twins spouted out simultaneously.
Harry gave a smile at the memory of the two other red-headed twins he left back in England who were no doubt pranking the populace at large for making him leave.
"Because I technically was a commoner until my fifteenth birthday when I came into a lordship. I was raised as a commoner so I feel more at ease in these clothes. Plus, the jacket was a part of one of my favorite presents."
Harry was wearing a large T-shirt that was pure black over a pair of slightly baggy jeans. His dragon hide combat boots were on his feet since they were one of the few pairs he could stand wearing indoors for long. A leather jacket with a huge black wolf on the back was on his shoulders, keeping him decently warm in the spring air. A black choker with the Hogwarts crest hanging from it was around his neck, and a baby dragon's fang turned earring was in his left ear. He figured his attire would raise a few eyebrows, but they would eventually get used to his choice of clothing in a little while.
Suddenly the bell rang, signaling the start of the next class.
"Take your mask and notebook with you. Your homework for tonight is to write a simple paragraph about yourself IN ENGLISH and have it ready by tomorrow. Class dismissed."
As the crowd was dispersing he put new masks and notebooks in each desk, knowing he would have to do the whole thing three more times. Hopefully by the end of the day he wouldn't go completely insane.
End chapter.
You know I typed and made up the first two chapters in under four hours because I was bored. Hopefully I'll have another one up tomorrow, but alas, tomorrow's a Monday.
Fuck my life.
Wish I could go to Ouran, my school is no where near as interesting.
Please review, they make me happy and motivate me more. XD
