Summary: Harry Potter is fed up with the betrayal of the Wizarding World after his defeat of Voldemort and decides to leave it all behind. All he wanted to do was disappear, but can he do that at a school like Ouran? Majorly AU
Rating: Currently T with a strong possibility of M in the future
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Ouran High School Host Club, or the World (yet)
Pairings: Unknown. There is a poll on my profile, or you could vote for your favorite in a review or pm Haruhi is in the lead, voting ends on chapter 7.
AN: This is my first story, so reviews are greatly appreciated. I also would appreciate it if you could tell me what pairing you would like to see. I will do my best to update this story at least once a week.
A special thanks to all who Reviewed or put this story on Alert!
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Kasanoda paced the narrow hallways of the hospital anxiously, his eyes darting from side to side as if looking for an escape. He wished it had just been a bad dream, that the boy hadn't pushed him out of the way, that the roof tile hadn't fallen, that he would wake up in his bed any second.
He just knew that everyone at Ouran would place the blame on him too. They would say that he had dropped the tile on the boy, or that he had beaten the boy up. That boy had been the first person at Ouran.
"Excuse me sir, are you the one who brought Yoru-san in?"
Kasanoda turned and glared worriedly at the doctor, causing the doctor to turn pale and grip his clipboard rather tightly.
"Uh-um, Y-yoru-san ha-has been transferred to an intens-intensive care unit at a lo-local hospital." With that, the frightened doctor ran off, leaving Kasanoda standing desolately in the hallway.
Intensive care meant that it was bad right? Kasanoda only hoped that Yoru-san would be okay.
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"I'm afraid I can't find which hospital they transferred him to."
Kyoya shut his laptop with a resounding clack and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"It is rather worrying, but there is nothing that we can do at the moment."
The room was hushed as the Hani chewed on Usa-chan's ear and held on tightly to Mori's hand. Haruhi's brow was furrowed with worry, and the usually emotionless Mori looked slightly concerned.
The only thing that really bothered Kyoya about this situation was once again the lack of information about the boy. He knew that Yoru-san had been taken to one of his family hospitals at first, all the paperwork had been properly filed to check him in. After he had been checked in, someone had ordered for him to be transferred to another hospital for no apparent reason and the hospital that was listed for his transfer had no record of him checking in.
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Walking slowly through the gates of Ouran, Haruhi mused over the disappearance of Yoru-san. She was really worried about him, and yet there was no way to find or contact him. Just as she stepped out onto the road, Yoru-san's limo pulled up next to her and the driver's side window rolled down slowly to reveal a middle-aged, kind looking man.
"Excuse me Fujioka-san, but would you know where Keiran-san is? I was supposed to pick him up half an hour ago." The man looked genuinely concerned about Yoru-san's health, and Haruhi couldn't help but take pity on him.
"Yoru-san was taken to the hospital shortly after classes today. A roof tile fell on him, and we can't seem to find out which hospital he was taken to."
The driver's eyes widened considerably and he drove off without another word.
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Yoru opened his eyes slowly only to shut them again in agony. His head felt as though someone had tried to ram a hippogriff into it and everything in the room around him was white. The room smelled sickeningly of antiseptic and Yoru wanted nothing more than to get out of there.
The sound of heels clacking on a tile floor alerted him to another person's presence in the room and an annoyingly loud and nasally voice spoke out.
"Yoru-san, it is good to see that you are awake. You are currently at Shindeiru Hospital with several severe cuts and lacerations. Evidently a roof tile fell on top of you and one of the shards became lodged between your thirteenth and fourteenth vertebrae which, if it had been left to the muggles to be treated, would have debilitated you for the rest of your life. How lucky for you that someone found your ID and transferred you here instead. We will require you to stay here for another day or so for testing and then you will be free to go."
The doctor then turned and left, leaving Yoru alone in the room that would possibly drive him insane if it didn't obtain some more color.
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Haruhi was more than slightly worried as she looked around the cafeteria once again. She had not been able to sleep the night before, constantly being brought to awareness when she thought of Yoru. Though she hadn't seen him before he was shipped off to the hospital, she had heard Mori telling Hani what had occurred, and it hadn't sounded good at all.
Now Yoru-san hadn't shown up to school, no one knew where he was, and no one had heard from him. Not even the demon king was able to find him!
Hani hadn't smiled all day and was refusing his cake, which made several of the students at Ouran behave as though the end of the world was coming.
Mori had been quiet as usual, but his posture was a tenth of a degree more rigid than normal and his pinky finger kept twitching as though he needed to move or just do something.
Haruhi could sympathize with his restlessness as she stood up from the lunch table and left to wander around the school gardens.
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Meiwaku Ejiki had been a doctor for fifteen long years and never had he had a patient quite as impossible as Yoru Keiran.
The boy had started off normal, merely nodding and asking simple questions, but when he had refused to let the boy leave earlier than noon the next day the boy had become intolerable.
He didn't know how the boy did it (the boy most certainly hadn't had a wand on him when he was admitted) but that brat had dyed his room bright green with black stars. Ejiki had quickly changed the room back to the normal, peaceful white only to find that his midnight blue healers robes had been turned canary yellow.
The little demon then transfigured his bedside table in to a parrot, and Ejiki couldn't get the damn thing to change back or even to shut up.
Now he was stuck walking around the hospital in canary yellow robes with a gaudily colored parrot following him and mimicking every single damn thing it heard.
If he hadn't taken a vow to do no harm when he became a healer, Ejiki would have strangled the little monster then and there.
He glanced at his wristwatch and breathed a sigh of relief. Only seven hours, sixteen minuets, and thirty-seven seconds before he could legally discharge the wretched brat.
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Omake (I couldn't resist)
Draco sat in the lavish parlor of his mansion and sipped his tea serenely. Just because he had felt a shiver of impending doom earlier in the day didn't necessarily mean that something bad was going to happen, and he wouldn't let a silly little thing like a bad premonition spoil his day.
Hearing a rhythmic tapping noise, Draco looked up towards the window and saw an elegant black eagle owl pecking away with a package attached to its foot.
He unlatched the window and ushered the owl in, taking note that there was a small card on top of the package. The owl dropped its burden on the table and swiftly flew back out the window.
The card was very simple and merely stated "Thank you, from Yoru". Draco smiled and pulled the box forward, eager to see what Harry had gotten for him. Draco knew that Harry had wanted to live like a commoner when he arrived in Japan, but Draco had just known that Harry would enjoy the life Draco had set up for him instead. After all, why should someone blend in when they could do so much more?
Draco unhurriedly opened the lid of the box and nearly screamed. Out from the box stepped Pansy Parkinson in a wedding dress declaring that she was pregnant with his child. Draco passed out on the floor and the boggart reverted to its original state and rubbed its pointy hands together gleefully.
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Translations:
Shindeiru: Dead
Meiwaku: Annoying
Ejiki: Prey
Wow, chapter three already! This story is moving along faster than I thought it would (I usually get writers block after writing one chapter or so of a story.) Thank you so much to those who reviewed the last chapter (all three of you), and please, please, please vote for your favorite pairing for this story. (The poll is on my profile.)
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