The Setup

"Haruhi! Haruhi!" Draco called enthusiastically.

He tore through the crowd to catch up to Haruhi who was headed toward the Great Hall. Her hair was tied up into a messy bun on top of her head and she was wearing those horrid pair of sweats. Even so, Draco can't help but think that she looked adorable.

Draco on the other hand was dressed in his crisp tailor-made black suit and neatly combed hair. And these were his casual clothes.

"Haruhi, come. I have to show you something." He said grinning.

He grabbed her by her wrist and half dragged her up the stairwell.

"Wah… where are we going?" Haruhi asked looking toward the Great Hall where her lunch and more importantly her coffee was waiting for her.

"Haruhi, I found a way. I found a way to… you know what just come with me."

They passed by several students and climbed countless halls. Haruhi thanked Kami that she started running everyday or else she would have been out of breath by then.

"Are you going to ditch classes again?" Haruhi asked.

"Aww Haruhi, you know me so well." He pouted.

He gave her a charming smile but Haruhi did not fall for it.

"Seriously, stop. What would your mother say if she finds out that you were ditching?"

"She would understand. What about you, Ms. Riddle. Imagine what would my dear mother would say when I tell her how you're dressed lately."

"I'm pretty sure that you're mother would care more about your education than how I dress." Haruhi said confidently.

"I don't know about that. My mother spent a lot of money on your clothes and she'd be really disappointed when she hear that those robes and jewelry she hand-picked for you were only gathering dusts."

"Oh please, wearing sweats are nothing compared to skipping classes."

"I beg to differ." Draco said with a triumphant look on his face.

Haruhi glared at him but without success. As much as she hated to admit, there was teensy tiny chance that Draco was right. Fine, a big chance that he was right. Wizards really need to sort out their priorities.

"Will you stop manipulating me into wearing those dreadful clothes?" She breathed as she climbed what must be the fifth set of stairs. Honestly, how far was he going to take her?

"Fine, don't wear them. It just showed how much you respect my mother's decisions… and choice of clothing." Draco said haughtily.

"Fine."

"Fine." He smirked.

She may act like she didn't care but Draco knew that this time tomorrow she would grudgingly try to look cute.

"Stay here." He instructed.

Haruhi did as she was told while Draco paced back and forth in front a moving painting of a man trying to teach trolls how to ballet.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Haruhi asked innocently.

"Shush, I need to focus on telling the room what I need."

Haruhi's eyebrows furrowed. What did he meant by telling the room what he need?

Haruhi glanced at her watch. The design of the watch was simple, but the material used for it made it extraordinary. It was made of platinum and each number was decorated with a different gem. She had her old digital watch in her dormitory but it didn't work around Hogwarts for some reason. Her only alternative was to wear the watch Mrs. Malfoy bought for her.

She refused the gift at first but then Narcissa Malfoy misinterpreted and thought that she wanted a better watch. She presented her with a new watch everyday, each more glamorous than the last before Haruhi finally told her that the first watch was her favorite.

"Draco, I have to go now or else all the food would be gone." Haruhi announced.

"Oh, I see. See you then." Draco said.

He gave Haruhi a warm embrace which she returned. Draco watched her stride away with feeling triumphant. Soon he would fulfill the mission the Dark Lord had given him. Now was his time to shine, to prove his worth once and for all.

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Ever since Hermione and Haruhi had become friends, several people tried to break their friendship. Hermione admitted that she understood why people would want to separate the two of them. She really did.

Some of them wanted to protect her from Haruhi. Some of them thought that Haruhi was trying to lure Harry to Voldemort and she was trying to be friends with Hermione so she could enter his inner circle. Hermione had to admit, her fellow students had elaborate imaginations. People like Pansy Parkinson, on the other hand wanted to be Haruhi's best friend and so they could try to get rid of her.

No, their friendship did not start when she had cried her heart out in front of Haruhi. It did not began two years ago, when the two were acting friendly with each other, but they had nothing much to talk about. Therefore they were not really as close as they were right now. No, it started when Hermione found Haruhi all alone in the library, studying like there was no tomorrow.

She looked scholarly in her jumpers and thick black glasses on, but her expression said that she was very much confused. Hermione couldn't help but approach her fellow Gryffindor and ask her what's wrong.

It turned out that Haruhi was having troubles with some- okay most of her classes.

Haruhi needed help more than Harry and Ron put together. She was only taught of what might be in O. therefore while she may pass the O., she significantly lack knowledge over all her subjects. All except Arithmancy, Hermione's favorite subject. Hermione can't complain. Haruhi was more dedicated to her studies than either Harry or Ron.

Talking to her was easy as well. They could talk about almost anything. They could become witches talking about spells, potions and homework one minute and become muggles the next. They would talk about what's new in the muggle world and what's going on in the magic world as well. Hermione never knew that there's a strawberry flavored Kit Kat. There really is, but it was only available in Japan.

Soon enough Hermione became Haruhi's best friend in Hogwarts. Hermione was a real sweetheart who helped her with her homework. She always revised her paper which was always written in broken English.

In the great hall Haruhi still sat alone for two reasons. One was Haruhi chose to eat in peace and the second was that she needed all the time she could get into studying. But during class, Haruhi and Hermione were almost always together. Whenever Hermione saw Ron and Lavender on the hallway, Haruhi would either distract her or take her down to the kitchen where they would joke around while eating weird food.

Flashback:

"I can't believe you just did that." Hermione said. She watched as Haruhi popped another mustard covered popcorn in her mouth.

"What? It's delicious." Haruhi grinned. Some mustard remained on the corner of her mouth.

"It's disgusting."

"Hey, don't criticize it unless you have tried it."

Hermione watched in horror as Haruhi ate a handful of mustard covered popcorn and drank coffee to wash it down.

"Here, have some." Haruhi offered.

Reluctantly, Hermione took some popcorn and ate it.

"Well?"

"It's good."

"See I told you." Haruhi grinned.

"You know what would be better?"

"What?"

"Popcorn with parmesan." The two girls giggled

"Does the misses need anything else?" Dobby asked.

"Oh, can you get us some bread?" Haruhi's eyes brightened.

"Yes miss."

Hermione watched as Dobby and the other house-elves preparing that night's dinner. Those poor house-elves.

"Aren't they kawaii?" Haruhi asked.

Hermione smiled. House-elves are adorable too bad that they were forced into slave labor. Hermione must have spoken her thoughts out loud because Haruhi looked at her curiously.

"Slave labor?" Haruhi asked curiously.

"Yes, slave labor. These house elves were forced to work hard year round without pay or vacation."

"That's horrible!"

Finally, she found someone who understood her perspective of house elves. See why it was hard NOT to be friends with her?

"Here's Miss Hermione's and Miss Riddle's bread." Dobby said enthusiastically.

"Thank you Dobby." Hermione said kindly.

"Dobby, would you like to sit with us?" Haruhi offered.

"No miss. Dobby is grateful of the offer but Dobby has to go help prepare tonight's dinner." Dobby bowed politely.

"Is that so?" Haruhi asked. "Can you help us with a little something please?"

"Of course miss."

"You see Hermione and I were trying out some food combinations. You know, research." Haruhi grabbed two slices of bread. She spread peanut butter on one side, added sliced bananas and top it all off with another slice of bread. "We were wondering if you could sit with us and tell me what you think of this sandwich." She handed Dobby the sandwich and gave him a warm smile.

"Th-Thank you for the offer Ms. Riddle but Dobby would never sit down and eat with students while everybody else is working."

"Dobby, do you hate me?" Haruhi pouted.

"No! No miss! I like both misses very much"

"Then why are you so against sitting with us?" Haruhi asked.

Dobby was visibly uncomfortable with the situation. He was scratching his arm lightly, his buggy eyes were looking down and his feet were rubbing each other uneasily.

"Dobby, you could take a five minute break. It's only five minutes." Hermione suggested.

Dobby nodded dumbly. Haruhi pulled up a stool right next to her and tapped on it telling the house-elf to sit on it. She handed Dobby the sandwich and watched as he nibbled on it nervously.

"Do you still talk to that Bulgarian guy?" Haruhi asked Hermione randomly.

" Viktor? Yes I still write to him, but not as much as before." Hermione blushed.

"That's nice."

"You know, when Ron saw me writing to Viktor he got really mad." She laughed. "It's quite funny to watch how Ron reacts sometimes. Since then my letters to Viktor become shorter and shorter."

Haruhi squeezed a bottle of ketchup and mixed it with some mayonnaise.

"Hey, we don't talk about Ron in this kitchen." She reminded.

"Haha, you're right. Oh well. I guess I should start writing to him again." Hermione said with a distant look on her face.

"You should. It's not like anyone's stopping you." Haruhi forced back the tears that threatened to escape.

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"Harry, you have to tell her." One of Harry's teammates demanded.

"I don't know guys, she's not hurting anybody."

"Harry, she's the Dark Lord's daughter. She has to be up to no good."

"Well, that's true…"

"And she's good friends with Malfoy." Another one pointed out.

"Well yeah."

"Oh sod off all of you." Ginny said. "Look, the girl isn't harming anybody. She comes in, run a few laps and go back to the castle. She's just minding her own business."

"Well you could never be too careful nowadays." Ritchie Coote, one of the team's beater said.

Most of the team nodded in agreement. There was no use arguing. Harry had no choice, he had to talk to Haruhi or else there would be mutiny in his hands.

"Fine, I'll talk to Haruhi when I see her."

"Talk to me about what?" Haruhi asked.

She was standing ten feet away from the team wearing her short shorts and oversized t-shirt. Despite the cold wind sweat was gleaming behind her neck and she was panting like a dog.

"Haruhi, can I talk to you in private please?" Harry asked.

Haruhi nodded

"Okay, Everybody, do your drills!" He shouted at his team who obliged while keeping an eye on the two.

Haruhi followed Harry into a quiet corner by the stands.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Haruhi asked innocently.

"Yes, well. The team thinks it's best… the team thinks it's best that we're not able to use the field to its full capacity when you're here." Harry lied. It was a bad lie and Harry was certain that Haruhi would see right through it.

"Oh okay. Sure." Haruhi's eyes widened. "Is that all?"

Did she saw through the lie? Shit.

"Look Haruhi-"

"No, it's fine. I understand that you guys need to practice for your match." She smiled genuinely. "Wait, am I bothering the other teams as well?"

All four teams use the Quidditch Pitch to practice and each house was assigned a day of the week to practice. Since Haruhi exercised in the Pitch everyday, she was worried that she was bothering other houses as well.

"Maybe. But I guess it's kind of hard to practice and have people watching them as they play." Harry said. Please come to their practice and bother them… specially Slytherine.

"No, I shouldn't really bother them. I guess I should start looking for another place to exercise."

"You could run laps around the lake." Harry suggested lightheartedly.

She laughed. "No the lake is too big. But I'll think about it."She stood up. "Maybe I should go now." she waved goodbye and made her way down the stands.

"Wait!" Harry said.

She turned. "Yes?"

"I just want to say, I'm sorry about…touching you in inappropriate places the other day." He blushed.

"It's fine." She blinked.

Harry's jaw dropped "What?"

"I said it's fine." She confirmed. "I understand that you just want to help me so don't worry about it. It was my fault for running outside with barely anything on in the first place."

Harry's face grew redder. She may be the one who ran out in her underwear but he was the one who looked.

"If that's all then I'll be going now. Oh and tell the team that I said good luck!" She turned.

"Wait!"

She faced him once more.

"Yes?" she looked at him with her big brown, innocent eyes.

Come on Harry, this is your chance. He encouraged himself.

"Haruhi, I'm really sorry for leaving you behind in the cemetery." He said genuinely. "I was caught by surprise. Cedric and I grabbed the Triwizard Cup and next thing I knew you were there transported along with us."

Haruhi stepped, she knew that this would be a serious conversation.

"Harry, don't worry about it. I was captured and you had no other choice."

Why couldn't she see? He was the reason why she was torn away from her normal life as a muggle. He was the reason why she spent a year surrounded with Death Eaters.

"No, I could have saved you. I could have lunged and attacked and clawed my way to save you- but I didn't"

She smiled sadly. "Harry, there must've been twenty Death Eaters around me at that time. You had no chance saving me." She said bluntly.

"Yes but I could have tried, I could have-"

"Harry." Haruhi interrupted. "What's past as is past. I'm here now and perfectly fine. There's no use blaming yourself about what happened over a year ago."

Harry remained silent.

"I'm gonna go now." Haruhi said. She walked away once more.

"Wait Haruhi!" Seriously? This must be the fifth time he stopped her.

"How was last year?"

Haruhi gave him a confused look.

"I mean, did Voldemort treat you well?" Harry asked. At the very least, Voldemort should be human enough to take care of his own daughter after kidnapping her.

"Voldemort?"

"You know, the snake looking man. Tall, pale, red eyes, really evil."

"Oh him. He's okay I guess. I barely see him." Thank Kami, she mentally added.

"So what did you do last year?"

"Nothing really, just study." She said honestly

"That's it?" No Dark Arts lessons? "Where did you stay?"

"I stayed in the Malfoy Manor."

Wait, Malfoy Manor was the Death Eater's headquarters? He may have just hit the jackpot with her.

"Haruhi, can you tell me what happened while you were living in the Malfoy Manor? Please, it's really important."

Haruhi cocked her head.

"There's nothing much I know really but I guess I can."

They chatted for a while about her life with Death Eaters as the Gryffindor team practice in the background. Harry found out that Voldemort have been very busy the past year. So busy that he didn't bother to remember his own daughter's name.

"He doesn't like my Asian name." Haruhi confessed.

"If he doesn't then why won't he just rename you?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, I guess he thinks it's more convenient to call me 'daughter' or 'girl' than renaming me."

Haruhi had very limited knowledge about Voldemort, Death Eaters or even their plans but it didn't stop the two of them from chatting. Their conversation gradually shifted from the war, toward to why some wizards hate muggles in the first place.

"It's really stupid if you ask me." Harry said.

"Why?"

"I bet there's not a single family who is purely made of wizards." Harry said.

"You know it makes me think about the first wizards." Haruhi said. "I mean, who are they? Where did magic originated? You know Harry, I have this theory that the first wizards were muggles." She confessed.

Harry's eyes widened. "Don't let Voldemort hear you say that."

"It doesn't matter; he seems to know what I'm thinking for some reason."

"Because he's a legimens. It's a branch of magic that allows people to read another person's mind." Briefly, Haruhi wondered if Kyouya was a wizard. He always seemed to know what she was thinking.

"I didn't know that." She whispered.

"Voldemort didn't teach you Occlumency?" he asked, surprised. He would think that Voldemort would teach her Occlumency as a precaution.

She shook her head. They talked about anything and nothing in particular. They talked about everything, from magic to muggle, from jokes to serious issues. It was not until the sun was setting until they realized that they were talking for hours.

"Oh, sorry I interrupted your practice." She apologized.

"Not it's fine." Harry said.

Haruhi walked toward the field, grabbed her duffle bag and left without another word. Harry on the other hand joined his teammates who were still doing drills in midair. All of them were upset with him, he knew. He should have stopped himself and joined his teammates but Haruhi was a great and reliable source of information in the Death Eater camp. Once he exhausted all his questions, Haruhi was just so easy to talk to.

"Hey guys." He greeted.

"Hi Harry." Ron greeted

"You had a nice chat Potter." Ritchie Coote spat.

"I'm really sorry I lost track of time." Harry confessed. "I promise it won't happen again."

Katie Bell snorted. "Yeah, until she come in and disturb our next practice."

Harry ignored her comment. "I talked to Haruhi and she agreed to stop running around during practice."

Nobody said anything. They were disappointed at him, he knew.

"Why don't you guys call it a day? You all did an excellent job." Harry said.

The team descended to the ground. They all gathered their belongings and left the Pitch, disappointed and slightly mad. Why can't Harry see that that demon girl was bad news?

Harry on the other hand remained behind and practiced. He spotted Ron on the ground and descended to meet him.

"What is it Ron?"

"Harry, the whole team."

"I know Ron."

"They're concerned about you but it's really stupid how they took things." Ron said almost laughing.

"I know."

"I mean you're the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One. You taught us how to duel during fifth year. You can protect yourself from a teenaged girl." Ron laughed

Harry laughed. "Ron you should really get to know her."

"You mean the demon?" Ron asked.

"Her name is Haruhi. She's really not as bad as everybody thinks she is."

"No, Harry. First Hermione now you too." Ron complained.

"What?"

"Can't you see? She's trying to get close to you so that she could hand you over to the Dark Lord?"

"No, Ron. Haruhi's different from that. Her ideals are the exact opposite of Voldemort's"

Ron winced. "Sorry, but she's really a nice girl. You should try to talk to her." Harry explained.

"Are you sure about this mate?"

Harry smiled. "I'm positive." Ron said goodbye and walked back to the castle while Harry stayed back.

Harry resumed practicing feeling more refreshed and energetic than he had ever been in his entire life. It was weird and Harry did not know how to describe it but her earlier conversation with Haruhi was one of the best conversations he ever had. Harry wondered when he could talk to her once more.

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"Ms. Riddle, how do you like Hogwarts so far?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"It's absolutely lovely here professor." Haruhi replied sipping on her cup of coffee. "The classes are really interesting and the people here are very nice." She smiled.

"Really?" Dumbledore asked.

Haruhi sipped her coffee to prevent herself from talking about the hateful glares from teachers, aurors and students. Not to mention the less than nice letters she received from adults, students and little children. She learned long ago to bring tongs during breakfast. If she didn't touch the hate mails, then they wouldn't blow off in her face or give her some dreadful rash.

"That sounds wonderful." Dumbledore commented.

"It is." Wait, there's something wrong here… "Excuse me professor but why did you invite me to your office?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, patience is a virtue Miss Riddle."

"Sorry."

"A little bird told me that you wanted to become a lawyer."

"Yes I did."

"Miss Granger, are you aware of Bunham University?"

"No professor."

"Normally students take their N.E. on their seventh year and move on to have a career. However those who wish to pursue a career that requires higher education such as a mediwitch or a lawyer… they study at that university." Dumbledore explained.

For a moment, she was speechless. It was as if weights had been lifted from her shoulder.

The door opened and Harry entered the room.

"Oops sorry I didn't mean to-" he said.

"No, Harry its fine. Come sit." He gestured at the seat right next to Haruhi. Harry obliged.

"Ms. Riddle, in order to apply for University of Bunham you would need at least 7 N.E.W.T.s and as an aspiring lawyer, essential that you would take History of Magic."

Haruhi's eyes widened. "Oh no."

"Is there something wrong miss Riddle?"

"I dropped my History of Magic class."

"Would you like to include the class in your schedule?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes please."

"Very well I would write Minerva a letter but remember that you would be two months behind your studies."

"I would try to catch up professor." Haruhi said confidently. A ghost of a smile found its way on Dumbledore's face. He wrote up a letter and handed it to Haruhi.

"Thank you so much for telling me about the University Professor." She bowed.

"She's very interesting, isn't she?" Dumbledore commented once Haruhi left the room.

"I guess." Harry said, a small smile crept on his face.

There was a moment of silence. "Harry, how was school so far?"

"It's fine, wonderful actually."

"Good that's good, now let's go on with today's lesson." Dumbledore took out a vial and poured its contents unto the pensieve.

There Harry met the twelve year old Tom Riddle. After watching Dumbledore and the bastard converse, Harry was back at the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore showed him another memory, this time it showed Tom Riddle talking to his uncle.

"Harry, what can you tell me from what you saw?" Dumbledore asked.

"That Voldemort was a cold and heartless snake since he was a child?"

"I guess. Why did you say that?" Dumbledore watched Harry intensely.

"He was very malicious as a child."

"I guess you could say that. Let me tell you something Harry; after Tom visited his uncle, he went to visit his father. Can you guess what happened next?"

Harry thought about it, Voldemort hated everything muggle, including his father. "He killed them."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Harry what you need to understand is Voldemort has no sense of family. He felt no loyalty to those related to him. All he cares about is power and Voldemort will do anything to get what he wants. He would even use his daughter without thinking twice."

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"Draco, are you here?" Haruhi asked

She looked around the second floor girl's bathroom where she was certain that Draco asked to meet her after talking to Dumbledore. Granted, she was a few dozens of minutes late but he did mention that he would be there the whole night.

"Draco, where are you?"

She found him sitting on the floor. His back was leaned against one of the stalls, his hair and expensive shirt were wet and messy. He was staring on nothing, like his eyes were somewhere far away.

"Draco, what happened to you? You look horrible." Haruhi said without malice.

Draco looked at her with his distant eyes and chuckled. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it once more.

"Have you been swimming on the lake?"

Draco chuckled "No."

"Do you want to go back to your dorm?"

Draco shook his head.

"Do you-"

"Haruhi, can you sit right next to me?" Draco asked with pleading eyes.

Awkwardly, Haruhi sat down a few inches away from Draco. Draco rested his head on her lap, surprising Haruhi in the process.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"Relaxing." Oh, he needed this so badly.

"Haruhi?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you rub my temples?"

Haruhi started massaging his forehead. Draco never felt this good for a long time. He needed this so badly after all the work he's doing for the Dark Lord. He opened his eyes to watch the beautiful girl over him. There were no words to describe what he was feeling right then. All he could think about was why couldn't they do this every day?

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Life at Hogwarts was repetitive and uneventful and Haruhi was grateful for that. There were no random Host Club trips to worry about. She received relative peace and silence that she really she needed to study harder than anyone in the school.

Everyday was basically the same. She would wake up at six-thirty. She would take a shower, put on her school robes, brush her teeth then go down the stairs. Halfway down she would remember her conversation with Draco and she would march back upstairs and would try to fix her hair in front of the mirror and try to look adorable before going back down the stairs to eat. At seven-thirty in the morning, owls would fly inside the Great Hall and drop off letters. Flipping through her mail, she made two piles, those she would read, and those she would throw away. With tongs in tow, she sorted her mail.

Hate mail from her father's victims. Those were burned over the nearest fireplace.

Love letters from her father's admirer's sons. Those were burned with the hate mail.

A letter from Tamaki. Diddo.

A letter from Fleur Delacour, Tamaki's cousin. Now that she actually read and reply to.

A letter from her neighbor in Japan. Letters from her former life were burned immediately.

Lastly, a letter from Narcissa Malfoy. It was written on simply elegant stationary and an equally elegant penmanship gracefully addressed her. To Ms. Riddle.

Curious, Haruhi immediately opened the envelope. Her hands shook and her mouth quivered. Why is this happening right now? Just when she was settling in and making new friends. Oh God, what if they were planning to have a party similar to the one they threw over a year ago?

You're father is calling for you. We'll pick you up on Saturday, 11 o'clock. Draco stays at Hogwarts.

-Narcissa

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A.N.

Thank you for all your reviews! It's what keeps me writing and I'm blessed to have such wonderful readers.

I'm sorry for my late update but I was procrastinating in both writing and my studies. (you guys are lucky, I finished this chapter before I even started on my summer essay) I know it's bad and I'm sorry. I have to rewrite, delete parts and rewrite again this chapter several times before I became happy with it. Apparently there's too many time skip here according to my beta so I'm going to try to reduce that. No, Ron is not a jerk if that's what you're thinking. He's just reacting the way people would normally react if a possible Death Eater moved in their own dorm. I can't wait to write chapter 5. You know why? Because Hermione would be the star!