"Can we have dinner?" She said as she got up

"Oh, yeah." Harry said. He got out two plates, two forks and two cups. "I'll get the food, you go to the table and wait for me."

Haruhi nodded. She walked over to the living room and sat down in a chair.

Wait a second; we just met each other today! What the hell are we supposed to talk about? She started worrying in her head. Harry came over with two plates, set them back on the table and went back to the kitchen to get their drinks.

I wonder if he'll like the food. Slythrin-sempai somehow found out about dinner and called to warn me about Haruhi's conditio…. Wait a minute, how'd he find out about dinner?

'The Shadow King knows all'

The phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. He set the glasses on the table and picked up the telephone.

"Hello?"

"Harry?"

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry yelled a bit loudly, causing Haruhi to look over

"Have you settled in all right?"

"Oh yea."

"Are you alone?"

"No, I have a friend over for dinner, listen, about the mission you sent me here on, how am I supposed to tell who the Heir is?" harry whispered

"On their back they will have a tattoo, I've yet to find out what it looks like."

"But how am I supposed to find them? I'm the only British person in the school-"

"I'm afraid you are mistaken Harry, for Godric Gryffindor was not British either. In fact, Salazar Slytherin was the only British founder of Hogwarts." Dumbledore said quietly

"So you mean to tell me that he's Japanese?" Harry said loudly. Haruhi had a puzzled look on her face.

I thought harry already I knew I was Japanese, what with this being Japan and all. She thought quietly.

"Harry, you know the importance of this mission, do you not?"

"Yes Professor, I honestly do, but-"

"Goodbye Harry. And make sure to keep studying your textbooks, Miss Granger and Mister Weasley would be awfully disappointed if their friend was kept back with Sixth Years."

The phone went dead. I can't just go around lifting up peoples shirts! He thought. Haruhi glanced at Harry to find him pacing around.

"You okay?"

"I wont do something like that. I'm not a pervert." Harry mumbled, walking towards the table. Haruhi raised an eyebrow, then shrugged it off

His business is his business. She thought.

"You can start eating now, you food's getting cold." harry said. He handed her a fork.

Haruhi didn't even notice him swinging a fork in her face to get her attention.

"Hmm? Oh sorry." she took the fork and started to eat.

"Hey, Fujioka?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you know anybody with a tattoo on their back?"

"Yea." she went back to her pasta

"Are you willing tell me?"

She sighed. "Everybody in my family that's 18 or older, and that scary looking guy across the street. Then there's that one girl who-"

"Why everybody in your family?"

"My dad says I'm too young to know. I have to wait another two years to be old enough."

"You're sixteen? You're really short you know."

"Thanks a lot, and no, I'm not sixteen, I'm fifteen."

"But you just said-" Damn. He's fifteen, shorter than Luna AND has bigger eyes.

"What I said was that when I'm eighteen, I have to get a tattoo on my back. When I'm seventeen I have the right to know why.

"That doesn't make sense."

She shrugged, and went back to her pasta again. Harry moved his chair closer to her.

"What if it's some type of initiation?" he asked

"Took you long enough to figure it out." she said happily "Why else do you think it's a big secret?"

The both of them were silent for a little while, until Harry got the guts to speak.

"Hey Fujioka?"

"Yea?"

"What was Ootori-sempai talking about when he said something about you health?"

She went wide-eyed. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. She shaked it off and whispered something in his ear

"Oh my god." he tried his best to sound surprised. So Ootori sempai was telling me the truth. "It's okay. You know I'll always be here to carry you back home." He suddenly took her in a tight hug.

She blushed slightly.

"Why are you blush-" He looked at their position and immediately let her go.

"I-I'm sorry. Two guys shouldn't hug each other like that."

"What's wrong with you, you homophobe?" She asked angrily, pushing him away.

"Nothing! Why? Are you-?"

"No, but my dad is."

Harry blinked "Then how were you born?"

"When my mom died in the hospital my dad vowed he'd never fall in love with another woman again." Haruhi said quietly

"I-I'm sorry that your mom died."

"Don't worry. It's not your fault." she said calmly, nibbling off a piece of chicken on her fork. Harry noticed her nosed scrunched up like a bunny. He moved his chair just a bit closer to hers.

"How'd she-?"

"She got really sick. It got so bad that she had to go to the hospital," She said

Harry couldn't help but notice that she was hiding something. A painful past, a shameful sin? He watched her silently take another bite of her food, eyeing her every movement. To detect something, any sort of sign; That it was more than what she had told him.