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 do not, in any way, own Harry Potter or Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings: Kyoya/Harry
AN: Alright, so this chapter is extremely late. This is mainly due to my grade in Calculus (I have a C and I need a B or better so I've been studying like mad), and me getting a job that I now attend on weekends and after classes when they need me. I apologize. *bows to readers*
BTW, a huge thanks and a hug to those who reviewed/alerted/favorited this story
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Kyoya did not like mornings. In fact, he quite detested them, and yet there he was, at six thirty in the morning annoyingly awake and outside walking around the block trying to quell his restlessness.
Kyoya had hardly slept the night before as dreams of Keiran falling off of the cliff plagued his mind, thus he found himself taking a stroll at such an ungodly hour. As much as he loathed to admit it, his actions lately towards Keiran-san were not based on the benefit for himself but for the comfort of knowing that Keiran-san was content and well.
He was just rounding the corner of an older-looking school building when he saw a sight that made him pause.
On the edge of the roadway, leaning against the side of the building was a diminutive bird that was very clearly not indigenous to the area. It was jet black in color and had a delicate neck that was similar to a swan's, and a tail of long, graceful feathers that ended in a plume of black with a greenish tint rather like a peacock's.
The bird was either unconscious or dead, and one of its wings was splayed at an awkward angle, indicating that it was broken. Kyoya couldn't bring himself to walk away uncaringly.
He was hardly an animal person but he wasn't absolutely heartless.
Kyoya found himself bending down near the bird and gently picking it up, wrapping it with the jacket he had had on around his waist.
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Haruhi was troubled. Tamaki-san was pointedly ignoring her for not calling for help or something, and Yoru-san had disappeared over night, called away on 'family business'. Kyoya-san was missing and the twins had made a game of hunting Nekozawa-san with flashlights.
What had started as a nice trip to the beach had quickly become a convoluted mess.
Haruhi didn't quite know what to expect when heard the doorbell ring, but she certainly didn't expect to see Kyoya-san stainding in the doorway cradling a small bird to his chest.
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Otori Kyoya was not the type of person that came to mind when someone mentioned kind, caring, or sentimental. Some didn't even consider him human. To them he was merely The Demon King, and yet he had just picked up an injured bird of the side of the road and carried it home with him for medical treatment. He had done something that couldn't , in any way, benefit him, but it felt right.
The other hosts had been rather surprised when they saw him carrying in a bird to Nekozawa-san's house, but Mori had been quick to hand him the address of a reliable vet and call up a car for him.
The bird was now asleep on a mat on the floor of Kyoya's bedroom, its broken wing set in a startlingly white splint that was a stark contrast against the bird's black feathers. Next to it lay a book on bird care that had been suggested by the vet.
Honestly, Kyoya had no idea what had come over him. He knew absolutely nothing about caring for animals, he had never had the slightest interest in owning one, and he was far too busy to look after an injured one. Yet the vet had claimed that he couldn't possible take the bird back to the clinic with him, and so Kyoya was saddled with a pet. He was half tempted to leave the bird at a shelter somewhere, but quite honestly he didn't trust those places.
Kyoya let out a soft sigh of aggravation with himself and settled down at his desk to begin work on a report that his father had ordered him to handle.
About an hour later, a bit of movement caught in the corner of his eye caused Kyoya to turn rather suddenly and redirect his attention back to the bird. It was shifting slightly, waking up as it raised its head slowly. It blinked once before completely opening its eyes to reveal vibrant green eyes. The bird let out a mournful coo before trying to lift its wings.
Kyoya's eyes softened as he watched the forlorn creature inspect the splint, running its pointed beak along the edge and back again before it let out another low trill.
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Yoru had no clue as to where he was or how he had gotten there. He remembered the trip to the beach, and then nothing, yet why would his head and arm be hurting so bloody much if nothing had happened?
Carefully cataloguing his memories, Yoru recalled falling off of the cliff and being recognized as a wizard by Nekozawa-san.
Wizards….ah.
He had gone off in search of the source of the black magic and had come across a group of dark wizards. He had been fighting some of them when……when…..
Why was it that he couldn't remember?
There was pain, seemingly endless pain. That he remembered, but what had happened after that?
Yoru struggled to raise his head and open his eyes, feeling extremely disoriented. When he finally managed to win the battle against his heavy eyes, he found himself in a room far too big and much too bright. He let out a low groan, only to hear it come out as a cooing noise.
Was he in his animagus form then?
He tried to move his arms, only to find that they were both wings and one was in a splint.
Hermione had been shocked when he had revealed his animagus form to her. All of the books she had read had claimed it impossible for someone to have a magical animal form, and yet he was living proof that that statement was false.
Yoru's animagus form was a phoenix, and he was currently stuck as one. He could feel the block in his mind, forcibly stopping him from turning back into his human form.
He ruffled his feathers and ran his beak along the edge of the splint, trying to assess the damage. He sang out another low tone as he realized that his wing was quite thoroughly broken and remaining that way for a few months without magical assistance.
It was only when Yoru heard something moving on the other side of the room that he looked up and actually paid attention to his immediate surroundings. He was in a bedroom, and sitting not ten feet in front of him was Kyoya-san.
Bloody hell.
How much did he know? Did he know that Yoru was a wizard? Did he know that he was Harry Potter?
There was no way unless he had witnessed his transformation. Yoru hadn't ever registered his animagus form with the ministry, so only Hermione, Ron, Draco, and Sirius knew what he could turn into.
The question still stood, how much did Kyoya know?
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Kyoya quite honestly didn't know what to do. The little bird was sitting on its mat, its small frame quivering with fear and Kyoya had no idea how to calm it.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed up his glasses and formed a plan.
Talking softly
People always did that when faced with small animals and children, right? He was hardly going to baby talk for the bird, but he could soften the tone of his voice.
No sudden movements
Just like the trauma patients at his family's hospitals, the bird would not react well to sudden or unexpected movements.
Gentle touches
The bird most likely wasn't used to human touch, and it was extremely fragile. Kyoya was not a violent or rough person by nature, but if he didn't wish to harm the bird, he would have to be exceedingly gentle.
Just as Kyoya was summing up his plan in his mind, the bird uttered a high-pitched frantic tune. Its fear was practically tangible in the air.
"Shhhh. It's alright bird. You're safe here," Kyoya whispered as he slowly left his desk and moved towards the bird.
The little thing shrunk back and huddled against its mat, all the while chirping to itself anxiously.
"I'm not going to hurt you little bird," stated Kyoya as he placed his left hand gently of the back of the bird. He could feel it trembling violently underneath his palm, but as he began to move his hand back and forth, the tremors lessened and the bird closed its emerald eyes, falling asleep.
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Yoru could honestly say that he was having a panic attack. His terror was mounting as he tried to figure out why he was in Kyoya-san's bedroom and whether or not Kyoya knew (or at least suspected) his secret.
His emotions were already heightened from being in his phoenix form, but his fear just continued to grow until he let out a song of pure anxiety and trepidation.
Yoru didn't have a clue as to what to expect. He had faced Voldemort and several hundred death-eaters, but put him into this situation where someone he had come to care for could possibly know his secret and grow to hate him just like the Dursley's had turned Yoru into a complete wreck.
Yoru didn't have a clue as to what to expect, but he certainly didn't expect Kyoya to start murmuring soft , soothing phrases of peace as though he were dealing with an injured animal.
Yoru shrunk back upon himself, barely allowing himself a small glimmer of hope as fragile as a wisp of smoke.
Was it possible that Kyoya-san didn't suspect anything and actually believed that he was dealing with just an injured bird?
Yoru's question was answered when Kyoya started to pet him.
Kyoya-san wasn't the type of person to willingly initiate contact with another person, and he certainly wouldn't be that unguarded infront of Yoru, someone he didn't even know that well.
Yoru could practically feel the soothing vibes coming off of Kyoya as he slowly ran his hand down Yoru's back.
Before he knew it, Yoru was claimed by the warm, heavy grasp of an exhausted sleep.
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Kyoya could not explain what had caused him to bring the bird to school with him the next day, but he simply couldn't imagine leaving the thing alone in his room.
Who knows what kind of trouble a bird with a broken wing could get into?
There was also the fact that the tiny bird had to be fed several times a day.
He could certainly leave the task to one of the many people who worked for his family. Unfortunately, most of the lesser workers who would have the time on their hands to look after the animal were incompetent when it came to anything not pertaining to their areas of expertise, and none of them were trained in animal care and upkeep.
He was better off taking care of the bird himself. It wasn't as though the thing was noisy. It seemed quite content to sit on its mat, only occasionally letting out a soft chirp or two. Perhaps the bird could also bring more customers to the host club. Females had a soft spot for small animals.
With that thought in mind, Kyoya gently deposited the bird into a small satchel lined with cotton and slung it over his shoulder along with his school bag and set off for Ouran.
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Hunny was far more intelligent and astute than anyone (save Mori) would ever imagine, and he knew far more about his friends than they would ever know. None of them were truly who they showed to the world, and Hunny carefully watched for the moments when their masks would slip and they showed their inner selves. That was why, when Kyoya arrived at school toting a tiny bird with him, Hunny was the only person who wasn't overly surprised.
He had started noticing discrepancies in Kyoya's lord-of-the-night-and-underworld mask when Kyoya constantly gave in to Tamaki's crazy demands and schemes.
Another crack in Kyoya's mask appeared when Kyoya assigned some of his workers to look after Haru-chan when she was being harassed by one of the customers.
Slowly and steadily, Hunny had watched as Kyoya's cold and uncaring façade faded away, but it hadn't been until Kei-chan showed up that the change became truly noticeable. Around Kei-chan, almost anyone could see a change in Kyoya, from his subtle glances at the smaller boy to his softer smirk when interacting with him. Kyoya had even jumped into the ocean to help Kei-chan!!
Hunny's ever present smile had only grown larger when he realized that the baby bird had the exact same eye color as Kei-chan.
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Kyoya was absolutely furious, and rightfully so.
All day long, he had dealt with people flocking around his bird, cooing at it and simply making nuisances of themselves. Kyoya had expected that of course, and he didn't allow his irritation to leak through. At least the chaos had caused a significant increase in the number of customers for the day, but it hardly seemed worth it.
By the end of the day, Kyoya had an awful headache and his bird was clearly terrified. Kyoya had been struggling to keep his face clear of anger or aggravation as the chatter in the music room rose to exasperating levels. The theme for the day was the medieval time period, and so all of the hosts were dressed up as knights. The clatter of the armor was enough to drive anyone insane.
Near the end of the club's activities for the day, he had decided to place the bird in one of the side rooms so that it would be able to calm down without dozens of people crowding it. The thing had been shaking like a leaf in a stiff wind.
After putting the bird in the side room, he had found the host club being harassed by a girl from St. Lobelia's Girl's Academy. Apparently the leader of the group, Benio Amakusa, had found Haruhi-san coming back from the grocery and was demanding that she be free from the host club's clutches. Kyoya had been ready to maim something.
The head girl had prattled on about feminism and continuously demeaned the Host Club until Kyoya was ready to call in someone to physically remove her.
A bit of mocking had been just the thing to soothe his nerves.
"I get it now," Kyoya said, cutting off the girl in mid sentence, " but the club president is now resting due to culture shock from your little group. Would you mind coming back next time? Perhaps I could pencil you in with the rest of our customers, yes?"
The girl had been furious.
Things had fallen apart from there. Tamaki and the Zuka Club members had been going at it like cats and dogs and Kyoya's headache only got worse. Haruhi had gotten upset about the fundamentals of the Host club, and the twins had only exacerbated the situation.
Finally the St. Lobelia girls left, but their words had practically convinced Tamaki that Haruhi was going to leave them for the Zuka Club. It was a possibility, and it would be unfortunate if Haruhi left. Tamaki would be unbearable. Plans were put in place to convince Haruhi to stay and the club activities were ended for the day.
Kyoya packed up his laptop and went to the side room where he had left his bird.
The satchel and the bird were gone, and in their place was a note from the Zuka Club.
~Such as sweet and adorable bird shouldn't be left in the hands of such daft, obtuse boys, and so, we the gentle blossoms of St. Lobelia's have taken this beautiful creature will us.
~Sincerely,
Benio Amakusa
Zuka Club
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Omake – A romantic interlude of the Black kind
"But Remuuuuuuusssss--,"whined Sirius.
"For the last time, no!" Remus shouted in reply.
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a chocolate covered hippogriff on top!"
"What?"
Remus was an inch away from taking out his wand and hexing Sirius silent.
Sirius had been kept inside for much too long, and confinement did funny things to his already limited mental prowess.
"I'll give you chocolate, the good kind too. I'll get you four bars of it! More even! Pleeeeaaaasssseeee!"
Sirius was on his knees now, begging Remus and holding onto the were-wolf's leg like a life line.
"Alright already, what do you want me to do?" Remus was getting a headache and reasoned that he would do anything just to make Sirius shut up.
"Sleep with me."
"WHAT!"
Remus rethought his belief that he would do anything to make Sirius shut up.
"Please Remus? I've had a crush on you since 6th year. Please? I'm good! Please?"
Sirius was now giving Remus the dreaded puppy-dog eyes, pleading with everything he was worth.
"Alright….," muttered Remus.
"I promise I'll be gentle, and I'll get you even more chocolate and anything you want if you just say yes and….,"Sirius rambled on, "…I promise to not call you loony lupin anymore, no matter how catchy it is, and….wait, did you just say alright?"
"Yes Sirius," Remus muttered, his face red in mortification. "You can stop begging now. I bloody accepted."
"Yahooo!" Sirius was doing a victory dance around the parlor until his face met a door that had just been opened by Severus Snape.
"What has Black so enthusiastic? Is he finally rid of his fleas?"
Sirius's head appeared from the other side of the door and he flashed his million dollar smile at Severus.
"Remus allowed to let me shag him," Sirius yelled as he grabbed a hold of Remus's wrist and promptly dragged him out the door and up the staircase.
Severus stood in the parlor and blinked several times before bringing his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose.
As so many of his student's would eloquently phrase it, this was an 'ew' moment.
He was debating whether the risk of obliviating himself just to be rid of the mental images was worth it.
On one hand he would be rid of the images his mind provided him, but on the other hand, he could accidently erase too much of his memory.
The sound of loud moaning drifted down the staircase and Severus drew his wand and pointed it at his head.
Screw the risks, the peace would be worth a few missing memories.
TBC
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I cannot apologize enough for not updating sooner, but unfortunately, my updates will continue to be erratic at best. I apologize to you the readers because I know how annoying it is to wait weeks on end for updates.
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Yahari