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 own a dog and a rabbit that believes it's a dog, not Harry Potter or Ouran Host Club.

Pairings: Unknown. There is a poll on my profile, or you could vote for your favorite in a review or pm. Voting ends this chapter!!

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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Yoru was quite exhausted by the end of the week. After Draco left, Kasanoda-san had stuck to his side like a burr for some odd reason, and Otori-san had taken to watching him every spare minute he had. It was unnerving to say the least.

Ranka-san had named himself fill-in father and mother to Yoru and was constantly dragging Yoru into the apartment for tea or dinner.

The members of the Host Club were acting as eccentric as usual, but now they had begun pulling him into their nonsense. Suou-san had taken one look at him before declaring that they had always needed the 'polite type' (whatever that was) and tried to coerce him into joining the club. Yoru had declined, but the idiot was determined and wouldn't stop pestering him about it.

Suou-san had gone so far as to order Hikaru and Kaoru-san to kidnap him during the lunch period and bring him to the music room. Much to the relief of Yoru, Kasanoda-san had frightened them off with a glare and a grunt.

Such troublesome events had occurred all week and Yoru was quite ready for a relaxing weekend. Unfortunately, the fates had other plans in store for him.

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If anything could be said about Kasanoda besides 'scary', it was that he was fiercely determined. Ever since Yoru-san returned to school, Kasanoda had stuck by his side every moment he could in order to protect him.

He had fought off host club members, crazy fangirls, and the occasional teacher, yet he couldn't quite get rid of the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong.

It was a Friday, the best and worst day of the week. He would get to go home for the weekend, but there would be two full days that he wouldn't see or be able to protect Yoru-san.

Kasanoda surreptitiously snuck a glance at the black-haired boy who was seated beside him, reading a history text book. He looked so fragile and peaceful in that moment, like a little bird perched on a delicate branch.

As the bell rang, Yoru-san softly closed his text book and placed it in his bag.

They walked silently to their separate classes and Kasanoda frowned slightly when they had to part. Yoru-san never talked much about what went on in his classes, if he liked the teachers or if he got along with anyone. Kasanoda hoped that everyone treated Yoru-san with the upmost respect, or he would live up to his title as a Yakuza.

Kasanoda found it almost impossible to pay attention to his last period class of the day. His mind kept wandering to Yoru-san and the bad feeling he was getting. Finally, after what felt like hours, the bell rang and Kasanoda was free to go. He found Yoru in back of the school with Haruhi-san, the only tolerable host in his opinion.

The host club appeared to be filming a movie, probably another one of their odd publicity stunts. Kasanoda saw a peculiar girl leading two of his classmates around, chattering on about them being the villains in the movie.

One of the two finally had enough and shoved the girl to get her to let go of his arm. The girl went careening backwards into Haruhi-san who caught her. Yoru-san caught Haruhi-san and with one arm and placed the other behind him to catch his fall. The three of them fell backwards into a steel structure, slamming Yoru-san's shoulder into the side of it before he landed on his wrist with Haruhi-san and the girl on top of him.

Kasanoda ran over to Yoru-san's side and helped Haruhi-san and the young woman off of Yoru-san who was clutching his left wrist closely to his chest. Kasanoda felt the bitter pangs of guilt as Yoru-san spoke, his voice slightly strained in pain.

"Erm, can someone please get me to a doctor? I believe I've broken my wrist."

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Kyoya hated to admit it, but he was worried about Yoru-san. He had called his family's hospital as soon as he realized Yoru-san was injured, and had noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he gripped his phone.

Now he was stuck in the waiting room of the hospital as the doctors x-rayed Yoru-san's wrist and his foot was tapping impatiently on the linoleum floor. Uitto-san, one of his family's best doctors soon entered the waiting room and headed over to him.

"Otori-sama, your friend did indeed break his wrist and we are currently resetting it. He will be unable to use it for two to three weeks depending on his rate of recovery. It there anything else you would like to know?"

Kyoya shook his head and dismissed Uitto-san before he was crowded by the other hosts and Kasanoda-san who were all eager for information.

"His wrist is broken and the doctors are setting it now. There is nothing to worry about."

Renge, the girl who had organized the whole film making process, looked miserable and sat down next to Kyoya with a huff.

"Kyoya, why are you so mad at me? You and I are meant to be married and you persist in ignoring me," Renge whined in Kyoya's ear, causing him to flinch in annoyance.

"We are not engaged, I am not some character in a video game you fell in love with, and your foolishness has caused serious damaged to a potential host. A union between you and I would bring no profit to me," Kyoya explained calmly, his hands clenched firmly on his knees.

Renge abruptly stood up and walked off, trying vainly to keep from crying at the callousness of the Host Club's demon king. Haruhi-san followed her in an attempt to soothe her, but Kyoya could honestly care less.

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Yoru could honestly say with all certainty that he absolutely detested hospitals and wished that the person who had decided that all healing institutions should be painted white would burn in hell eternally.

His wrist hurt a fair bit, but he had faced worse pain and he was prepared to face worse if it meant that he could get out of the blasted hospital sooner.

"Really Uitto-san, I don't need a prescription for a pain medication, I'm sure that some mild, over the counter pain relief medicine will do just fine."

The doctor frowned at that and Yoru felt that it would be worth the hassle of breaking the code of secrecy on magic just to escape.

"Yoru-san, as much as I know you wish to leave, it is imperative that you have a clean bill of health first, and I assure you that the minute the morphine we administered is out of your system, your wrist will cause you some serious pain."

Yoru-sighed and gave in to the doctors demands, leaving the hospital four painfully long hours later.

Doraiba-san was waiting for him in the front waiting room doing a rather good impression of a worried mother.

"Keiran-san! Are you all right? I was so worried when you called earlier and said that you were being detained in a hospital. Is your wrist okay?"

Yoru smiled lightly, blushing slightly at the show of concern.

"I'm fine Doraiba-san. Just broke my wrist is all. Nothing to worry about."

Doraiba-san snorted derisively and pulled Yoru into a hug, thoroughly stunning him.

"A broken wrist is definitely something to worry about Keiran-san. My kids have all grown up on me, and you've become like another son to me if you don't mind me saying, so I have every right to worry over you."

Hesitantly, Yoru lifted his arms and gave Doraiba-san a hug back. Maybe Draco's arrangements for his life in Japan weren't so bad after all.

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Meanwhile in Europe, Draco Malfoy was absolutely bloody livid. He had just gotten a letter once again informing him that Harry bloody Potter was in the bloody hospital. The idiot had forgotten to contact him as well.

Draco picked up a piece of parchment and began to inscribe a letter to Mr. Fred and George Weasley. As much as he hated to do this to Harry, he couldn't help but feel the boy had brought it upon himself.

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Omake-Hedwig's escape

Sirius Black was at wit's end. The atrocious, horrendous bird had tortured his housemates and him for over a week now and he absolutely couldn't take any more of the abuse.

Jotting down a quick letter explaining what had transpired at number 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius attached the note to Hedwig's outstretched leg and threw the windows open. He prayed that the nasty bird would find its way to Harry and leave him alone once and for all.

He closed the window behind the owl and locked it quickly before running down the stairs to start a drinking party to celebrate the bird's departure

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In the inky darkness of the night, Hedwig's eyes twinkled brighter than the stars as she set out to find her chick. When she found him, she was going to give him such a cuff to the head with her wing that he wouldn't know which way was up, and he deserved it for leaving her behind like that.

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Ugh, this chapter is definitely not my best work, but I did promise to have weekly updates. Some major Weasley action next chapter and the pairing will finally be decided upon, so be sure to vote for your favorite before the next chapter goes up!! Currently Kyoya is in the lead followed by Kasanoda.

Yahari