Alright! This chapter marks the halfway point. I am officially through half of what I have already written.
I warned you guys, this is going to be a long one.
I do not own Harry Potter, Yu Yu Hakushou or Fairy Tail
He started things off by buying some things for supper. He took a small tour around the neighbourhood and found that he'd probably be better off taking the bus to school in this world, seeing as he was a fair distance from Sarayashiki junior high.
The next day, he changed into his new school uniform. It was navy blue, the standard Japanese boy's style school uniform, in contrast to the blazer he'd warn back at Karakura high school. He put some invisibility potion over the mark on his forehead, then put a headband over top. He wanted to wear something just in case he ran out of potion to cover the mark, but if the teachers asked him to take his headband off…
He took the bus, having bought a bus pass the previous day at the mall, then walked the rest of the way to school, carrying his bag over his shoulder with two fingers.
It was an overall nice looking school, it looked a bit different from Karakura, but the overall structure was very similar.
Harry was in classroom two dash B, but first he had to meet with a Mister Iwamoto in the teacher's room.
"Please excuse me." Harry said, as standard for entering the teachers lounge. He gave a low bow, then walked inside.
"Oh, you must be the new transfer student." A tall bespectacled man with tan skin in a green suit said, he frowned at Harry who immediately felt like he was being observed under a microscope, like a bug.
"Um, my name is Harry Potter, it's very nice to meet you." He bowed again.
"It's nice to meet you too. I will be your homeroom teacher, Takashi Iwamoto." He introduced, "I need to ask you if you will please remove your headband, however."
"Oh, um…I actually wanted to talk to you about that." Harry said, "I…I have a really ugly scar on my forehead…I can use some concealer another time if it's too much trouble, but…"
The man seemed to frown further, he looked like he was about to say something when another teacher spoke up,
"I think that will be fine, Potter-kun."
Harry looked up to see a rather portly looking man in a brown suit, brown hair slicked back professionally.
"Is it really that bad, Potter-kun?"
Harry winced,
"I guess it's not too bad…but…I really hate it." Harry bowed, "Forgive me for speaking so strongly."
"I see." He nodded, "I am the principal of the school, you understand. But I need to be sure you aren't lying."
"I understand." Harry said, he put his hand behind his back and drew on his wand, then cast a simple glamour spell silently without their noticing.
He pulled off the act as hesitation, then slowly lifted up his headband. The principal's eyebrows raised. Harry knew that to him, it would look like a simple crisscrossing scar. Not particularly ugly, but something that people might feel awkward about.
Harry pulled his headband back down.
"How did you get such a scar, Potter-kun?" Iwamoto asked rudely and the principal shot him a disapproving look.
Harry tensed, then decided that sometimes the best lies were part truths.
"Well…um…" he hesitated, like he didn't want to talk about it, truthfully, he did find the question to be rather invasive.
"You weren't in a fight, were you?" Iwamoto asked, and to Harry it sounded like he'd nearly snarled but had to force himself to remain polite in the Principal's company.
"No, no." Harry shook his head, "It's just…it's difficult to talk about." He said shifting a little, "When I was little…my parents were murdered. I got this scar from him."
The principal's eyes widened,
"Please forgive us, Harry-kun. We didn't mean to pry that out of you. Iwamoto-Sensei tends to be a bit paranoid when it comes to wounds is all." He shot Iwamoto a pointed look.
"I apologize." Iwamoto said, though Harry could tell he didn't really mean it.
Harry didn't like this guy already.
"No…it's fine, I understand. I was sort of expecting the questions and all. It's okay if I wear it then, yes?"
"It's fine." The principal agreed, "You have a good reason, and honestly, I have no idea why it should matter. We have a rather loose dress code and people tend to accessorise all the time. As long as you don't wear a hat, you should be fine."
"I see, thank you very much." Harry bowed.
"Now then, Iwamoto, why don't you take Potter-kun to class." The principal said, and it wasn't a suggestion.
"Of course." Iwamoto said, "Please follow me."
Harry followed him out of the teacher's lounge, he bowed before he left, wondering why Iwamoto seemed so paranoid. A couple of students said good morning to the man, and he politely returned the greeting as most teachers seemed to do in Japanese schools.
The door slid open, and Harry realized he was supposed to enter.
"Now class," Iwamoto said, "We have a new student her with us today. His name is Harry Potter. Please write your name up on the board and introduce yourself." He ordered.
Harry grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote his name up on the board.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. I'm sure you've noticed but it's not a Japanese name. I was born and raised in England. It's nice to meet you all." He bowed.
"Very good." Iwamoto said, "Why don't you take a seat over there next to Yukimura-san. Yukimura-san, please raise your hand."
A girl with brown hair tied back into pigtails raised her hand helpfully and Harry walked over to her and sat in the desk beside her. He noticed that the desk behind her had a vase with a flower, a white lily in it. He blinked a few times, then saw Keiko's puffy eyes, red from crying. She didn't smile either.
Someone in this class had died recently, Harry realized.
So, this wasn't going to end up being some sort of regular teenage drama then…
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At lunch time a boy in a light blue uniform, and it seemed like the navy uniform he wore had just been washed out, came into the classroom, he also had curly orange hair that might have rivaled Ron's. A few people turned to stair at him. He seemed rather upset. He sat down at almost the opposite side of the school.
Harry turned to the girl who was sitting beside him,
"Um, sorry, it's…Yukimura-san, right?" Harry asked, hoping he'd gotten her name right.
"Oh, uh, yes." The girl nodded, she'd just grabbed her lunch bag.
"My name is Harry Potter, um, I guess you knew that already, but formal introductions are always nice."
"My name is Keiko Yukimura." She introduced.
"It's very nice to meet you…sorry, I know this might sound rude, but, who was that boy with the curly orange hair and why were people staring at him?" Harry asked her.
"Oh…" she looked down at her desk, depressed.
"Oh, sorry." Harry said, "You don't need to tell me if it will make you upset. Did something happen between you two?"
"No." she shook her head, "It's just…well, I suppose you'll find out later…the boy who sat behind me, his name was Yusuke Urameshi. We were childhood friends but…he died only a few days ago. At his funeral, Kuwabara-kun made a bit of a scene. The funeral was two days ago and everyone in our class was there…"
"I see…I'm sorry I brought up something that was so painful to you. You must think I'm pretty awful, asking that the first time we've spoken too."
"Oh no." Keiko shook her head, "I don't think you're bad or anything. I think it's normal to ask something like that…and I'm the one who brought up Yusuke's…" she started tearing up.
Harry shot her a sympathetic look,
"I know you probably have a lot of people telling you this already…but I understand. I lost a friend as well just a couple of years back…" he trailed off.
She shook a little,
"Does it ever…go away?"
Harry shook his head,
"No. But I think I have gotten abler to bare it. Death is just another part of life, after all…just another adventure that we all have to travel someday."
She nodded, but looked away.
"My apologies once again." Harry said softly, he got up from his seat and left the classroom, hoping to get a better idea of what his new school looked like.
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On his way out of the school he caught a glimpse of something rather peculiar. A boy in a green boy's school uniform with slicked back hair floating in mid air beside a girl with blue hair tied back into a ponytail and wearing a kimono, ridding on the back of an oar.
Harry tilted his head to the side, then saw that they were watching Keiko.
Were they spirits perhaps? He wondered to himself. He let out a small groan, great, another world with ghosts…
He paused then wondered if he had his science textbook with him. He had homework he had to do and he couldn't just leave it… He pressed his back up against the wall that surrounded the academy. That's when he heard Kuwabara, the boy from before. He seemed to be on the other side of the wall.
"There's no reason to worry Akubo." He reassured, "I'll stay at home all week and won't even lift a finger. I promised I wouldn't get into a fight, and I won't. It's a man's promise."
"You're a real friend." Another boy, Akubo, Harry assumed sounded rather desperate and hopeful.
"I think we should all go home as quick as we can today so the guys from Kazanaga don't see us. Best of luck until tomorrow." He said, then ran off.
Harry found that yes, he did have his science textbook on him, thankfully. He packed it back into his bag, then turned to walk back towards the bus station.
Harry was walking back towards a bridge only a block south of the school when he saw Kuwabara again, he was being beaten up by a gang of boys all sporting a uniform form…someplace Harry wasn't familiar with. He also noticed one of their teachers, Akashi-sensei, a rat faced man with squinty eyes and buck teeth watching from behind a telephone pole, he looked…angry. The boy in the green uniform and the girl with blue hair were watching with horror, like they wanted to save him…
Harry rushed forwards,
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!?" he shouted.
The boys stopped when they saw Harry.
"What's this? A new member of your gang Kuwabara?" one of the boys who was beating him sneered.
"N-no…he's a new…transfer." The red head said.
Harry stared the three attackers down,
"Go away." He said darkly.
"Oh, looks like the kid wants to fight." One of them snickered.
"I don't want to fight." Harry said, "I want you to go and leave this guy alone. Three against one is disgusting and cowardly."
"What did you say?" the taller one, obviously the leader demanded, "Get him, boys."
Harry set his bag down calmly as one of them lunged at him. Harry danced around the first boy, then the second. He pulled on one of their uniform jackets and pulled it over their head, then twisted it into a knot. The boy began struggling with the uniform. Harry tripped the next guy who lunged at him, sending him falling to the ground. The last, and the leader pulled out a knife. Harry raised an eyebrow. The guy lunged, but suddenly found that he wasn't holding the knife. Harry was.
The guy backed away, then ran off while Harry threw away the knife.
"Such a dangerous thing." He murmured.
"W-whoa." Kuwabara said, looking impressed.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, flashing him a kind smile, "Just a minute." He fished through his bag then took out a jar of ointment.
He made his way over to Kuwabara.
"This is a special type of medicine for bruises. You can keep it if you want."
"W-what?" Kuwabara asked, "N-no, I couldn't, I mean."
"It's alright." Harry said kindly, "I make it myself. I once had a teacher who taught me about herbal medicine. I've been making stuff like this for ages and I have a lot of it, so it's no trouble."
"Thank you." Kuwabara said gratefully, "But…I mean, aren't you going to get into trouble?"
"Why would I?" Harry wondered, "I didn't even throw a single punch."
Kuwabara blinked a few times,
"It's true!" he realized, "But…how did you do that?"
Harry smiled,
"I used to practice martial arts back in England. So why didn't you fight back? You could have done something…"
"I can't." Kuwabara said.
"That guy's amazing." The girl with the blue hair said, sounding impressed, but Harry didn't look up should he give away the fact that he could see her.
"Just lucky." The boy in green mumbled.
"Why not?" Harry inquired curiously, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I don't mean to pry or anything, I've been told my curiosity often gets the better of me sometimes."
"Well," Kuwabara shifted, "If…If I get into a fight this week then one of my friends won't be able to work at his part time job anymore. And he really needs it too, he's working for his family, he has to help support them, see."
Harry frowned,
"That sounds pretty awful…do you want me to help you get home? You never know, the two of us together might scare off anyone that wants to fight you."
Kuwabara beamed,
"You don't have to do that…"
"I know I don't." Harry said, "But I want to."
"Well…alright then." Kuwabara decided, "You know, you're not bad. My name is Kazuma Kuwabara."
"It's nice to meet you Kuwabara-san. My name is Harry Potter."
"Eh, don't bother with the honorifics. I can't stand the whole thing, too formal and stuffy. You can call me Kazuma if you want, but everyone calls me Kuwabara."
"Alright then, you can call me Harry. I'm not used to honorifics in England, so it would be nice to have someone here who calls me by my given name."
"Alright then, Harry." Kuwabara said, "Thanks for the help."
"No problem." Harry dismissed.
The two walked down the street, until Harry realized they were right on the edge of one of the poorer neighbourhoods, though just before that area were a series of apartment buildings. Kuwabara led Harry to the apartment, he had a key in his hand.
"Thanks again, Harry. Uh, I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll see you." Harry said, turning around and heading back the way he'd come. He'd missed his bus, but there should be one coming again in fifteen minutes…