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: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or Ouran High School Host Club. I also don't own a single dose of sanity.
Pairings: Unknown. There is a poll on my profile, or you could vote for your favorite in a review or pm
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.
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Otori Kyoya was a suspicious person by nature, and something about the new student in class A just didn't add up. He was quiet and kept to himself mostly, but that could easily be due to an introverted childhood. His clothes were baggy on him, his black hair was constantly a mess, and his glasses were worse than Haruhi-san's original pair. Perhaps his family's business was suffering some major losses. What bugged him the most was the absolute lack of information about Yoru Keiran.
He had checked the school files, criminal reports, hospital files around the world, he had even contacted every major detective agency around the world, but he learned nothing about the boy. The only information he had was that the boy was incredibly bright, had transferred from somewhere in Europe, and knew the Malfoy heir. The shortage of information constantly grated at him until he decided that there was nothing else that could be done.
He, along with three of his bodyguards and his chauffeur followed the peculiar boy home.
The boy had been picked up from the school by a black limo and the boy had given the driver a smile. It was the first expression Kyoya ever recalled seeing on Yoru-san's face.
The limo moved quickly through the evening traffic and lead Kyoya and his entourage to a small privet road in the middle of nowhere. As the limo rounded a bend in the road, a magnificent, palace-like mansion appeared. The limo stopped in front of a wrought-iron gate and the driver's hand reached out and entered a code on a small keyboard protruding from the side before the gates opened.
Staring at the substantial palace before him, Kyoya settled back into his leather seat and ordered his driver to take him home. This new information had definitely given him something to think on.
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Tamaki was depressed. Mother (Kyoya of course) had disappeared to who knows were after classes and his lovely daughter Haruhi was ignoring him in favor of a law book. While sitting in his 'corner of woe' Tamaki turned his mind onto another individual who had had the audacity to ignore him earlier that day.
It had been that peculiar transfer student who always sat in the back of class. He dressed like a commoner and hardly ever spoke a word. Tamaki, being the social butterfly that he was, decided to shower the boy with attention, but he had been cut off with a rather blank stare as the boy (Yaru or Yora, something like that) got out of his seat and left the room. Tamaki had stood staring at the desk for almost four minutes, open mouthed. That boy was horribly rude.
In his corner Tamaki sighed and looked over his shoulder slowly to see if Haruhi had decided to put her book down and pay attention to him, but alas she was still reading it. He wondered briefly if he could set fire to the foul object if he stared at it hard enough.
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Hikaru and Kaoru sat on the windowsill of the third music room and gazed at the path several feet below. As per usual, their thoughts were in tune with each other's and they were both currently thinking of a green eyed, black haired boy who had given them several strange looks over the past week.
They had first seen him in the library when they had been sitting at a small table with their heads together, plotting a prank on their Lord. He had looked up at them briefly, and the look of recognition and longing that they had seen had been as completely unfathomable as it was moving. They had never seen this boy before, but his eyes seemed to say that they were family to him.
Later on during the week they had been throwing water balloons in the language hallway when they saw that one was heading straight for the green eyed boy who was completely focused on a book he was reading instead of his path. Before anyone could sound a warning, the boy bent forwards into a summersault right under the water balloon. He didn't even break his stride and his movement seemed so second nature to him that it was shocking. Even Hani who had lived in a martial arts dojo all of his life would have shown some shock or hesitation in that situation.
Then there had been the incident in the cafeteria. Hikaru had stumbled over a water bottle that someone had carelessly dropped on the floor. Arms reeling, he placed a hand on the nearest shoulder which just so happened to belong to the boy. The minute Hikaru touched him, the boy jumped and spun around, his eyes wide and filled with an absurd look of terror. Hikaru let go of him quickly and the boy bolted out of the cafeteria.
The boy was definitely a mystery to the twins, but they currently had a very interesting toy to play with. They would learn more about the green-eyed student when they bored of playing with Haruhi.
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Hani was hyper, and not just your normal bouncy hyper but a complete bounce-off-the-walls-crazy-sugar-high hyper. Early in the week, the chairman had asked Hani to show a new student around Ouran.
The boy was short compared to the rest of the students at Ouran, and had looked so lost that Hani had immediately offered the boy Usa-chan to cheer him up. The boy, Yoru-chan, gave Hani a small smile and followed him silently through the halls along with Mori.
Throughout the entire tour, the only person to talk had been Hani. Yoru-chan seemed to be just as quiet as Mori, but he looked so cute holding Usa-chan in his arms. Hani had offered Yoru some of his favorite cake at the end of the tour, but Yoru had declined with a small shake of his head.
The next day Hani found an absolutely delicious looking cake on his desk with a small note place beside it. The note was a hand written thank you note from Yoru, and claimed that Yoru had made him a cake because he seemed to enjoy it so much.
Hani dove into the cake without a second thought and nearly cried when it was gone. It had been one of the best cakes that he ever tasted and Yoru-chan had made it himself! He had to get Yoru to bake for him again if it were the last thing he did!!
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Mori sat next to Hani as Hani mourned the loss of his newest cake from the new student Yoru. He and Hani had lead Yoru on a tour around Ouran and Mori realized that Yoru was very quiet, but a very kind person. He had made a cake for Hani in thanks for the tour and when Mori went to sit at his own desk, he found a rare book about the history of the samurai as well as a note.
Yes, Yoru-san was a very kind person.
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Haruhi was getting annoyed. Ranka wouldn't stop talking about this sweet boy that he had run into at the supermarket. She was trying to study for an important exam that she had tomorrow, but her father persisted in talking about this unknown person who had assisted him in shopping since Haruhi had been too busy. It wasn't until Ranka had mentioned that they boy had been wearing an Ouran uniform that Haruhi looked up.
Why would a stuck-up rich kid from Ouran go to a local supermarket? Ah. Haruhi remembered Tamaki mentioning a commoner-like person entering his class as a transfer student at the beginning of the week.
Maybe the boy could add some sanity to Ouran since all of the rich kids appeared to be completely insane.
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Yoru Keiran, formerly known as Harry Potter let out a long suffering sigh as got ready to go to sleep. It had been two weeks since he had left the Wizarding World for good, and only a week since he had begun attending Ouran High. He really shouldn't have allowed Draco arrange his move to Japan. He had wanted to live somewhere normal, somewhere where he wouldn't stand out.
Instead he was being driven everywhere in a stretch limo, living in a colossal mansion, and going to a school with Japan's elite. If he ever went back to England he was going to feed Draco to some snakes.
All he wanted to do was disappear.
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How was that for a prologue for my first story? *rubs back of neck* constructive criticism would be great and I would love to hear from anyone reading this story. Tell me what you think!
Yahari