DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or Ouran High School Host Club

Summary: After disastrous events in the middle of Harry's fifth year, Harry decides to accept the strange offer to study at a Japanese muggle school for the rich that his ancestors had founded several centuries ago. Harry should have guessed that nothing could ever go smoothly for him. Not even he could have expected unwillingly becoming a girl and falling for the only girl in the host club.

Pairing: Harry and Haruhi; so I guess it might be femmeslash or whatever it's called even though Harry isn't really a girl

Trigger Warnings: Harry unwillingly becomes a girl right before my story starts which can have damaging effects on one's self-image and self-esteem. Among other things, he's struggling with gender dysphoria and an eating disorder.

Setting: It will mostly follow the main events of the anime starting in episode 2. Part of Harry's fifth year was quite different though which will have an impact on both the story and Harry.

Rated T

"Uh, hey," Haruhi heard a timid voice call after her. She turned around to see a small person hurry towards her.

They were too far away to make out more about their appearance; the only thing Haruhi could be certain about was that they were a very small and very skinny person in baggy clothes. Even smaller and skinnier than Haruhi herself.

Even as they quickly approached her from across the wide and long North Hallway of the insanely rich Ouran Academy, Haruhi couldn't make out their gender until they looked up from their previously crouched over position to catch some air after a seemingly exhausting run.

As she gazed into the face of the girl, Haruhi had to take a step back in surprise. She was sure that this was the most beautiful face she had ever seen.

And Haruhi Fujioka was the last person to judge anyone based on their appearance - a habit she didn't plan on picking up now - but the combination of those lips, cheekbones and most of all the eyes were not something she could stop looking at. She didn't think it was because of how pretty she was - Haruhi had seen pretty people and never felt this way - no, it was her eyes that drew Haruhi to her the most.

The depth of those big, expressive emerald orbs went beyond anything she had ever seen. There was pain, way too much pain, but also kindness, longing, curiosity and a certain maturity to them that she had never encountered before.

The girl was staring back at her and for a moment that was the only thing that mattered making even time stand still.

Then, as if someone had pushed a button, both composed themselves, the girl trying to straighten her messy shoulder length hair.

"Uhm..." The Girl cleared her throat awkwardly. There was a flush on her cheeks that made her look insanely cute. "I was wondering if you could tell me where I can find Kyoya Ootori... Though, you probably don't know him, he's a second year." She spoke perfect Japanese despite her caucasian appearance. The girl was getting more and more nervous as she rambled on, "I'm sorry for asking. The principal told me which way to go, but I got lost in this insanely big building."

Haruhi smiled. "That's alright. I know it can be quite overwhelming sometimes, especially when it's your first time navigating these halls." She looked over the girl again. Her clothes hung from her tiny frame and they definitely were neither expensive nor feminine. They looked baggier than even what Haruhi had worn before meeting the host club.

Haruhi appreciated that she didn't seem to care about the way she dressed like other girls. What put her off though, was the distinct air of not being cared for that she practically radiated.

She shouldn't jump to conclusions though. Haruhi wasn't usually like this - butting into other people's business - but this girl made her curious. "I can take you to Kyoya. Are you a friend of his?" Haruhi inquired.

"Uhh...not exactly." She shifted. "I'm supposed to be staying at his place while I go to school here."

"Oh, that sounds like fun." She gave her a genuine smile, making the girl's flush deepen. Haruhi didn't show her surprise and somehow glee at the concept of going to the same school as her. She looked younger than a high schooler (she was about Honey's height) especially for a non Asian person. "Which class will you be in?"

"Class 1 A."

"Then you'll be in my class." She hoped she didn't sound too cheerful; she didn't want to creep her out.

But she looked genuinely happy about it too. "Yes."

There was a moment of silence, which they inconveniently choose to break at the same time, resulting in not understanding what the other wanted to say.

"You first." Haruhi said.

"No, you should."

Haruhi couldn't resist that half-grin.

"My name is Haruhi Fujioka by the way." She pondered it for a moment then added, "You can call me Haruhi if you want to."

"You can call me Haru."

"Wow, that'll be easy to mix up." Especially with Honey-senpai calling her 'Haru-chan' already sometimes. "Is your name Haruhi too?"

"No, I'm just Haru."

"Okay, Haru." She didn't bother asking about her surname since she obviously didn't want to say it. "Kyoya's just down the end of the hallway, preparing for a host club afternoon."

"...host club...?" Haruhi wondered if she looked just as ridiculously confused as her when she had first heard about it.

"I know. It's hard to explain." Haruhi said understandingly.

"I'm actually heading there too, you can just follow me."

She led the way to the unused music room that didn't have much to do with music at all, but was actually home to the ridiculous host club.

When they opened the door, it had even less of a music club than the last time Haruhi had entered, for now it was a tropical paradise with an assembly of shirtless men.

"Welcome!"

She looked towards Haru apologetically, already preparing herself for the infatuated, blushing visage of the girl, but to her surprise Haru just looked deeply confused and stunned.

"We didn't expect a visitor so soon, and such a beautiful young lady at that." Tamaki said, approaching them and kneeling in front of Haru, taking her hand to kiss it. But just before he could, Haruhi quickly pulled it away as though she had been bitten.

Tamaki looked predictably crestfallen and shocked, just like the rest of the club's members (aside from Haruhi; she was happy to see that at least one girl wasn't susceptible to the King's charm).

"Uh... I'm sorry." Haru apologized, as she apparently realized their overdramatic reactions. Her pulling her hand away seemed to have been an instinctual reaction. "It's not that I don't...it's" She started again, "I'm sure you're all great guys, but I'm not here for... for that." She took a deep breath and spoke more confidently than Haruhi had heard her speak until now, "I am here to see Kyoya Ootori."

"That would be me." Kyoya spoke softly, deliberately all the while considering Haru. "Why are you looking for me?" He must have noticed the cheap attire she was wearing, since he wasn't as polite as he was to rich and powerful people.

She took another steadying breath, "My name is Haru Ouran and I was told to come and see you."

Haruhi could see Kyoya's surprise as he pushed up his glasses and a smile began forming on his face.

"I see."

"Wait, did she say 'Ouran'?" Hikaru asked.

Kyoya ignored him, "We didn't expect you until tomorrow."

"Uh...I got here faster than expected..."

Kyoya came over to her and held out his hand, in overly polite mode again. She must be someone important then. Her name was Ouran... but that didn't necessarily mean...

"I'm very pleased to meet you Miss Ouran." He emphasized the 'Miss' in a weird way. Haru shook his hand but seemed completely nonplussed by the polite greeting.

She didn't behave like one of the other rich kids.

"Nice to meet you too, Ootori-san."

They entangled their hands. There was silence, a silence Haruhi truly didn't believe the members of the host club were capable of. But here they were, their eyes glued to what was happening.

"You said you came alone?" Kyoya asked, though she hadn't said that. She nodded anyway, brows furrowed. "I thought it wasn't advisable to leave you without supervision during a time like this."

Haru looked uncomfortable and Haruhi felt a weird urge to tell Kyoya to shut up and to tell the others to mind their own business too.

"Yes." Haru agreed slowly. "My school didn't think about that."

"How forgetful." Kyoya commented a bit condescendingly. "Though I don't think anyone can see through this disguise of yours."

Haruhi hadn't thought Haru could look even more uncomfortable, but she did at that.

"We, of course, have thought of appropriate protection on top of that. But let's not discuss this here." He gestured towards where Haruhi knew one of the doors could have been seen, if there weren't tropical plants obscuring it.

And they were gone, Haru following Kyoya's lead.

Once the door closed, the host club members went back to their loud dramatic selves. Only, they were even more agitated than usual.

"Everyone, quiet!" Tamaki yelled. When they still didn't calm down, he added, "I might know what this is about." Now, that made everyone pay attention to him. Haruhi was pretty sure Tamaki didn't know anything though.

"Could it be that this beautiful girl is Kyoya's future wife?" Dramatic pause. At the others non-too-enthusiastic reactions, he went on, "Think about it. Kyoya is a good-looking guy, but he never once talked about liking a girl, or getting himself a girlfriend." The twins wore thoughtful expressions now. "Could it be that it was because he already had one?"

"And a very pretty one at that." The twins agreed simultaneously.

"Exactly." Tamaki was triumphant like a teacher who had managed to explain a particularly difficult problem. "Who would want other girls, if they could have the embodiment of beauty?" The way they were talking annoyed Haruhi. What did it matter if she was pretty?

"That doesn't explain the overly polite way Kyoya talked to her." She spoke more defensively than she should have. "Nor the protection thing."

"Oh, Haruhi." Tamaki said pityingly. "I realize that as a commoner you wouldn't get the intricacies of the relationships of the rich." She just glared at him. "Being polite is key to a stable relationship. And Kyoya is a good-looking host, admired by many girls. Haru needs protection to be save from their wrath once they find out he's taken."

Haruhi still thought that his theory was far-fetched and ridiculous... but she had to admit that she didn't know much about how the rich people's lives worked. So far, everything had seemed ridiculous too. Maybe Tamaki was right.

She felt a weird kind of pain in her chest at that thought.

"Honey." Kyoya called out from just outside the room, making them jump. "I need to speak with you." Honey looked a bit fearful and confused but followed Kyoya into the room anyway.

Mori stood up as well, but Kyoya told him to stay. After Honey's assurances, he did so reluctantly. But he was still watching the door warily.

"What is going on now, boss?" Kaoru asked, only a bit mockingly.

Tamaki was pacing, seemingly lost in his thoughts, muttering to himself for a while.

Then his face lit up and he said, "It's about the marriage."

"The marriage?" Haruhi, Kaoru and Hikaru asked at the same time with varying levels of enthusiasm.

"Yes. THEIR marriage." He urged them to understand. "They need someone who knows about cakes, someone who can help them find the perfect wedding cake!" Now, this was completely ridiculous. She looked incredulously towards the twins, but instead of incredulity their faces showed a thoughtful, dawning understanding. They nodded.

'Mom, how did I get here?' Haruhi thought incredulously.

"Soon they will ask me for my incredible taste of fashion and then they will announce the news to all of us and distribute the invitations!" He was getting louder and louder until he was shouting excitedly.

"You are crazy." Haruhi stated.

"Yeah." Hikaru agreed. Haruhi perked up at that. But that quickly evaporated as Kaoru joined in and they said, "Who would want your sense of fashion? We would be a much better choice." Haruhi wanted to crumble to the floor.

They argued for a while about that, until the door opened and Honey, Kyoya and Haru came out.

"I have an important announcement to make."

Tamaki looked smug.

"We know what this is about Kyoya and yes I'd be very happy to help."

"No, you'd do much better with our help." The twins argued.

Kyoya considered them for a moment with a raised eyebrow. "Though I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't much care to find out." He looked at Haru and continued. "Haru will be joining us as the first female member of the host club."

First? Haruhi thought derisively. But she felt relieved and there was some kind of gleeful feeling in her stomach.

"What?" The twins exclaimed simultaneously. "I don't think we could ever make HER look like a guy."

"That will not be necessary." He continued to explain at their confused expressions, "She will be a female host, working with guys and girls alike. It will bring us many more different guest." Haruhi could practically see him go over the financial benefits.

"But why?" Hikaru asked. "Our club went well enough until now. We just got a new member."

Haru's discomfort grew and she seemed to turn further into herself. Haruhi wanted to put Hikaru into his place, but Kyoya beat her to it.

"I will not have you speak about a fellow member like that." Kyoya chided.

"Boss?" Hikaru turned to Tamaki. "What do YOU think about this?" Haruhi had almost forgotten Tamaki was in the room. He had been so blissfully quiet.

"I think..." His thoughtfulness was reflected in his voice. "I think this is the best idea you have ever had Kyoya!" He went over to Haru and seemed to examine her face from up close. "Such a cute little face! Every guy and even girl will fall for it. Only the hair... and clothes... after a little makeover and lessons..."

And he gave similar instructions to those he had given when Huruhi's makeover had taken place. Haru protested at first but couldn't do much about it.

Haruhi felt a lot of sympathy for her predicament.

After just about half an hour, they were done. Haru left the dressing room looking extremely uncomfortable in the female uniform. Her hair wasn't messy anymore; it had waves in it.

She didn't wear any makeup but she didn't need to.

"You look so pretty!" Tamaki squealed. "Just like Haruhi here!" She pulled both of them into a tight hug and jumped around with them in his arms. He squeezed them together, causing blushes to appear on their faces.

"It is important that someone from our club stays with Haru at all times." Kyoya announced. Tamaki finally put them down.

"Why?"

"We are here to provide protection." He turned to Haru. "More information is for you to disclose, should you want to." She shook her head. "Hikaru, Kaoru. I trust you to keep an eye on her in class."

Haru looked sheepish and apologetic at that, "It's really not neces-"

"We talked about this, Haru." Kyoya said severely, but not unkindly.

"I hope all of you understand that her being part of the club is essential." He explained. "Always coming to visit and being with us at all times would look more suspicious than a pretty girl becoming a member."

Everyone looked understanding and nodded, even Hikaru.

"And Haruhi can finally spend some time with another girl. And have a girl friend." Tamaki added with a distant expression on his face. Haruhi wondered what kind of fantasy he was having. Though, if she really thought about it, she'd rather not know...

"In case you didn't notice, Haruhi's a girl." Kyoya informed Haru. "She works as a host to pay off her debt. She just recently started working here."

"Ahh..." Haru smiled sadly at Haruhi. "I'm glad I'm not the only one here." She didn't clarify what exactly she meant with 'the only one'.

"Yeah." Haruhi smiled back. "And you at least seem normal." Haru's smile brightened a lot at that.

This earned them another tight group hug from Tamaki, who didn't get the insult to his normalcy. Or he took it as a compliment.

"Now I suggest we get back to our positions." Kyoya said. "The guests will be arriving soon. And we have a new host to introduce."