For the disclaimer, check the first chapter.

The time remaining in the year was full of Harry practicing the spells he knew and getting used to regulating the power output. It took him almost a month to get the First Year spells to a reliable level. However, the odd purple flowers that had accidentally carpeted the room when Harry tried a charm did look nice. Dobby had artistically planted them in the yard and they were flourishing. The little elf was ecstatic about the flowers for some reason. Harry hadn't taken the time to identify them yet, but they did look nice.

During that time, Harry became rather fluent in Japanese. With a little extra work, the spell also helped memorize Kanji. Like the charm, it helped more with understanding, but writing the language still took concentrated effort. It did help as Harry worked on it. Dobby had 'studied' several cooks to learn how to make Japanese dishes. Harry also had obtained several texts about Japanese culture and history. The magic teacher from his new school had provided several books that Harry worked through to get his mundane subjects up to par.

It was during this time when the Fujioka's visited Harry's house. Harry had run into Haruhi several times while shopping. She wouldn't hesitate to offer helpful hints on what he was purchasing. The two had become friends. Harry had invited both Haruhi and her father over to the house as a thank you for their help.

In preparation for their visit, Harry had Dobby hide anything magical and Harry froze the paintings.

When the Fujioka's arrived, Harry was finishing up dinner.

Haruhi was reminding her dad to be on his best behavior as the door opened.

As she stepped into the house, Haruhi was surprised. "Your house is nice."

"Thanks."

Ranka spoke up, "I'm surprised."

Harry frowned at the man. "What did you expect?"

"A filth-ridden bachelor's pad." Ranka's face was on the floor mere moments later and Haruhi was standing over her father, her fist raised.

"DAD!"

Harry actually laughed at that.

Haruhi studied the boy. "Why are you laughing?"

Harry calmed himself slightly. "Well, given everything that I used to do, cleaning up after myself is rather easy." Harry shook off the time at the Dursely's.

Ranka caught onto Harry's tone. "What do you mean by what you used to do?"

Harry sighed. "Have a seat and we'll talk. Dinner isn't done yet."

Dobby had a tray and three cups of tea on it waiting.

Harry grabbed the tray and took it over to Haruhi and Ranka. "As I told you, my parents died when I was very young. I was placed in the custody of my mother's sister."

Haruhi frowned. "You mean your aunt?"

Harry shook his head with a frown. "That would mean that I consider her family. Petunia was always jealous of my mother. She took out her anger at her sister on me. Vernon, her husband, joined in from time to time. I was put in charge of cooking, cleaning, yard-work, and laundry. You name it; I was made to do it."

Haruhi and Ranka winced at that.

Harry shrugged. "A few years ago, the man that was supposed to raise me escaped prison." Seeing the looks on their faces, Harry smiled. "He was framed for murder. It took him about two years to track down the man who did it. Sirius is a free man now. He's the one that sent me away from England and all the troubles that were there. Quite frankly, I like it here."

Ranka reassessed his opinion of the boy. "So why did you invite us over?"

Harry smiled. "Mostly to say thank you. Haruhi has been great with helping me when we run into each other while shopping. I would like to consider the both of you friends. Also Ranka, it was also to say thanks for raising such a kind daughter."

Ranka's eyes narrowed. "You aren't trying to get close to my daughter are you?!"

"DAD!"

Harry shook his head. "While yes your daughter is pretty, I'm not interested in being anything other than a friend. I have…obligations at home."

Haruhi asked. "A girlfriend?"

Harry shook his head with a smile. "No. When he took custody of me, Sirius informed me of many things. Only one of the obligations is continuing my family line. Considering that my mother was supposedly planning my wedding before I was one, I'm not going to get involved with any girl for quite some time. She gave those plans to Sirius." Harry shook his head again. "I can't tell if he was joking about that or not."

Ranka's eyes narrowed slightly. "Continuing your family line? Is your family important in Britain?"

Harry shrugged. "You could say that. I didn't know any of this until a few months ago; but my family is invested in several businesses and has rather vast real estate holdings. There is also a rather significant bank account waiting for me when I become an adult. Since I have been named Sirius' heir if he doesn't get a married and have his own children, there is more where that came from. His family is also wealthy. I have to learn about business management, finance, and several other subjects. That is what I mean by obligations."

Haruhi nodded. "So that's why you own a home at your age."

Harry nodded. "I would have been fine with an apartment, but Sirius insisted it wasn't 'proper.' I talked him down to something reasonably modest. He set up schooling for me and I have the occasional tutor as well before school starts."

Haruhi nodded. "So you're rich and didn't know it."

Ranka nodded as well. "And you're learning how to manage everything?"

Harry nodded. "Since I'm old enough to start managing everything, Sirius sent me to learn several things so that I didn't make too many mistakes. Right now, he's running everything. Sirius sends me business statements and he's doing a good job." Harry sat his teacup down as a bell dinged. "That would be dinner. Shall we continue this in the dining room?"

Haruhi and Ranka took a gulp of their tea to finish it and headed towards the kitchen.

Haruhi's jaw dropped. "This is quite the spread!"

Harry grinned. "Thanks. When I'm not being forced, I actually enjoy cooking."

After sitting down, Haruhi's eyes widened as she put the first bite in her mouth. She savored the bite before swallowing. "This is amazing!"

Ranka nodded, eating rapidly. "I oing ose my irlish igure."

Harry chuckled. "Well eat up. It's nice to be appreciated."

The Fujiokas decimated the food.

Ranka sat back in his seat. "You could open a restaurant."

Harry shook his head. "I'm not interested in cooking as a career. I might come to hate it."

Haruhi gently sat down her bowl. "This is really good Harry."

"Thanks."

As the dinner progressed, Ranka shared several stories about Haruhi. Haruhi then proceeded to embarrass her father.

As they were eating sizeable slice of cake, Ranka tilted his head. "Can I ask a personal question Harry?"

"Of course, but I don't have to answer it."

"How did you get that large scar on your face?"

Harry's face darkened as his fingers traced the scar over his eye and onto his cheek. "The answer to that is…complicated. Do you really want to know?"

Haruhi and Ranka nodded.

Harry took a deep breath. "The man that killed my parents was trying to kill me as well. I was kidnapped from a school sporting event." Harry visibly shook off his memory of the graveyard. "He was intent on torturing me before killing me." Harry's eyes hardened. "But he made a rather big mistake."

Ranka frowned. "What kind of mistake?"

Harry shook himself free of everything: the battle, Voldemort's spells, the Killing Curse, and the screams of the Death Eaters. "I don't like to talk about it. I still have nightmares about it."

Seeing their expressions, Harry sighed. "I tripped him up when he went to stab me through the heart. He ended up with his knife through his own chest. It was accidental. Sirius showed up shortly after that. That's how we caught the man that framed Sirius. The man that framed Sirius worked for the one that wanted to kill me."

Ranka frowned at everything the boy had gone through. "So that's what you meant about getting away from England." He rested his hand on Harry's shoulder. "We won't judge you for it. When my wife died, part of me did too. I can't imagine having to deal with everything that you have, and at your age. Thank you for sharing that with us Harry."

Haruhi smiled. "Don't be afraid to invite us over in the future."

Harry smirked. "Especially if there is another meal like this?"

Haruhi looked away. "No…"

"I'll keep that in mind." Going for a topic change, Harry asked, "You said that you were trying to get into a rather prestigious school. How is that going?"

Harry checked his uniform over once again. Today was the first day of school and he was understandably nervous. Harry loosened the tie a bit and headed towards the door. Dobby appeared with a large bento and his satchel. "Here you are Master Harry."

Harry smiled. "Thanks Dobby."

The doorbell rang and Dobby popped away. The chauffeur service was here. Harry stepped into the car and the drive was relatively quiet.

Harry thanked the man and said that he would call when school was done for the day.

As he was walking onto the campus, someone collided with Harry from behind.

Harry spun and saw a teen wearing a brown sweater.

"I'm really sorry…Harry?"

Harry recognized the voice. "Haruhi? What happened to your hair?"

Haruhi ran a hand through her much shorter hair. "Some kid got gum in it. It's a pain so I just cut it off."

Harry winced. "You know, vegetable oil works really well to get that out."

"Really? All I've ever heard is to use ice."

Harry nodded. Hermione had gone on about it often enough.

Harry frowned. "Haruhi, do you need a uniform?"

Haruhi shrugged. "I'm fine. I can't ask that of you."

Harry shrugged. "Yes you can and suit yourself. Let me know if you change your mind."

Several students were staring at the odd pair.

Harry looked at Haruhi. "So what's normal for the beginning of classes here in Japan?"

"Well most schools have an opening convocation of some sort. Then we go to our classes, introduce ourselves, and meet the teachers."

Harry nodded. "Thanks. That was left out of everything I learned."

"Why didn't you say you were coming here?"

Harry shrugged. "I didn't see the point. Although this is kind of over-the-top it's the only school that teaches what I need to know. In all honesty I'd rather just go to a regular school."

"I take it that Sirius insisted?"

Harry nodded. "So what about you?"

"I have my own reasons for coming here." Her tone was such that Harry knew she didn't want to share.

Harry nodded. "Fair enough." He grinned. "Although I must admit, I never would have envisioned the school to be pink."

"Is there something wrong with pink?"

Harry shook his head and chuckled. "No. But a few people I know would never let me hear the end of it if they knew."

Content to follow Haruhi, since she clearly knew where she was going, Harry merely walked in silence.

"So what class are you in Harry?"

"1-A."

"Huh, that's the same as mine."

Harry smirked at the girl. "I'll try not to embarrass you. I've seen what you do when that happens. I've got enough scars already. I don't want to add to my collection."

Haruhi simply looked flatly at Harry.

Soon they were outside the auditorium. Harry simply listened to the speech and followed the rest of his year to class. Harry chose a seat with no one behind him. When it came time to introduce himself Harry merely stood, introduced himself as Harry Potter, said he was from England, and sat back down. He had to blink at the fact that there was a pair of redheaded twins in his class. He had a brief flashback to Fred and George. If this set was anything like the Weasleys, at least school wouldn't be boring.

Harry subtly cast a spell on each one as they introduced themselves. He had learned it during his studies. Fred and George were surprised that Harry could suddenly always tell the difference between them. At least until they removed the spell. The Hitachin brothers weren't part of the Black Magic Club. So they wouldn't be removing the spell.

As the introduction ended, after a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, one of the twins stepped over to Harry's desk. "So, is that scar real?"

Harry looked up and a faint H could be seen on the boy's face. "Hikaru Hitachin, that isn't exactly polite to ask."

"I'm Kaoru." Harry was very familiar with that particular grin.

Harry shook his head. "You introduced yourself as Hikaru. Kaoru is coming over. Since you didn't change seats, I believe you are Hikaru."

Hikaru grinned as he was joined by his twin. "You are right. We'll have to see if you can tell the difference tomorrow."

Harry stood. "Considering I know another set of redheaded trouble-making twins, it's almost like where I went to school before Ouran."

This surprised the twins. "You know another set of twins with red hair?"

Harry nodded. "They're a few years older than me, but they were well known to be pranksters. One of their favorite games was to switch places. Considering even their mother would mix them up, I don't know if even they knew which was which. That said, regardless if you introduced yourself as your brother, I will be calling you Hikaru." Harry turned to the other. "And you as Kaoru."

"Well, we did tell the truth this time. Many people have tried to tell us apart."

Harry smirked. "You could say that I've already had practice."

Harry left the room, following the group as they toured the building. Harry made mental notes of several places. After reading the menu at the school, Harry would suggest that Dobby 'learn' from the cafeteria.

When they went back to the classroom before heading to lunch, Harry merely sat at his desk with his lunch.

Haruhi was eating in the classroom. She noticed that Harry had brought a lunch as well. She went and sat next to him. "No cafeteria for you?"

Harry shook his head. "Maybe later. I wanted to bring my own food today."

The pair simply ate in a comfortable silence.

When they were finished eating Haruhi asked, "So have you decided on your electives?"

Harry nodded. "For one of them, I'm taking beginning piano classes. Part of me has always wanted to learn an instrument. I'm also enrolled in another class, courtesy of Sirius. I was thinking about adding a language class on as well. What about you?"

Haruhi shrugged. "I don't know. I opted out of gym class so I could spend more time studying. I have to keep my grades up to maintain my scholarship."

Harry nodded. "That's understandable."

Before the conversation could progress any further, the bell rang signifying the end of lunch. Haruhi went back to her desk.

The rest of the day was spent with teachers introducing themselves and their homeroom teacher going over some basic school rules.

After classes, Harry went to find the Black Magic Club. Nekozawa had told him how to get there.

Harry found Music Room 3. He noted that the piano was behind a curtain, and that couches and chairs were scattered around the room. Shrugging it off, Harry went to meet the rest of the magical students at Ouran. The previously moderate sized room had been magically expanded to that it was on par with Hogwarts' Great Hall. Various bookshelves lined the side walls and practice areas were set up around the room. Each one was marked with Kanji for Charms, Transfiguartion, Potions, and so on. Harry waved at the only person he knew. "Hey Umehito-senapi."

"Well hello Harry. Welcome to the club for the darkest of arts. Allow me to introduce you to the other practitioners of arcane lore."

Harry shook his head with a smile. Umehito had explained that there was actually a competition among the various members as to who creeped out the non-magical students the most. Umehito had told Harry that he was always 'in character' at school. He had won in his first year and no one had bested him yet. Although, the teen's curse had made things far easier for him. Harry had been informed by Nekozawa that the older student actually had an old family curse that he had inherited. When outside of dimly lit areas, he always wore a cloak and had to carry an enchanted candelabrum that dimmed the area around him, yet provided light that wasn't harmful to Umehito. The third year had actually enchanted a corner of the room to be dark so that he could study and practice without problems. "And how is Beelzenef doing today?"

Umehito grinned at that remark. The little cat puppet was actually one of the Nekozawa family's foci. It was an heirloom of several generations. It was exceptional at jinxes and hexes of all kinds.

A few other members of the club had to grin. Most newbies were thrown off by Nekozawa's act.

Other than one of the students saying that he had heard about the TriWizard, and the questions that spawned from that comment, it went rather well. Considering Harry had faced down a dragon gained him quite a bit of respect from several members. Even Nekozawa was impressed.

Harry was also informed that since he was the newest member to the club, he was to act as a distraction for the Host Club, so the rest of the Club could enter without problems. Apparently, with the warding and the charms being what they were, a second entrance couldn't be allowed.

Harry frowned. "So what's a Host Club?"

One of the other students chuckled. "You'll find out soon enough."

As he left the room, Harry called for the driver to meet him near the gate.

When Harry arrived at home, he spoke with Dobby about the possibility of the elf learning quite a bit from Ouran's cafeteria. The hyperactive elf was bouncing in joy.

Unknown to Harry, Dobby had been observing cooks at various restaurants to learn local dishes. Since Dobby was only the cleaning elf at the Malfoys he never learned how to cook fancy dishes. Since he was considered so odd, the Hogwarts elves only let him wash dishes. Cooking was one of the highest honors an elf could be given. The fact that Harry would cook and allow Dobby to help had cemented Dobby's loyalty to the messy-haired wizard. Now he was being told to observe trained, world-class chefs?! This was the third best day of his life!

The next day at school, Harry ignored the stares that his scar generated and sat at the desk, reviewing one of the course books he had already read.

Harry's reading was interrupted by a duet of voices. "Can you tell which of us is which?"

Harry looked up and the Hitachin brothers were standing in front of him. Setting his book down, Harry pointed to them in turn. "You're Hikaru. You're Kaoru."

"Sorry, no."

Harry shook his head. "You aren't going to make me doubt myself on that one. As I told you yesterday I have plenty of practice telling red-headed twins apart." Harry once again pointed to Hikaru then Kaoru. "Yesterday you introduced yourself as Hikaru, and you introduced yourself as Kaoru."

The twins shared a glance before looking at the scarred student. "How did you do that?"

Harry grinned. "While the two of you look alike, there are minor differences. The trick is knowing what to look for."

"So what do you look for?"

Harry smirked. "Now if I told you, you'd merely try to fix it and I wouldn't be able to tell you apart again. While that would be amusing for you, it's far more amusing for me to watch you worry over such a small detail." Harry lifted his book again. "Good luck figuring it out."

For once, the Twins didn't know what to say. Someone could tell them apart. What's more, they were the ones being toyed with. It was an odd feeling.

Hikaru and Kaoru kept one eye on Harry Potter throughout the day. When it was time for gym class, they were shocked as Harry changed and they weren't the only ones. A collection of scars littered his torso. Hikaru blurted out, "What happened to you?"

Harry pulled his gym shirt on. "I don't like to talk about it."

Harry was glad that he had kept up on his training. Oliver Wood, for all his eccentricities, was good at getting the players in shape. Harry was able to keep up with some of the top students in class.

After showering, Harry went to his music class. He learned the basics of reading music and what note corresponded with what keys on the keyboard.

When he got his homework to practice a basic exercise, Harry resolved to use a music room. Come to think of it, the room for the Black Magic Club was in a music room.

Once classes were over for the day, Harry headed to Music Room 3. He had to create an opening for the rest of the Black Magic Club to enter. Whatever the Host Club was, several members found it either disturbing, amusing, or frustrating. Harry saw the group of magical students standing off to the side. They all cast variants of charms to have people ignore them.

Harry opened the door to Music Room 3 and had to stare for a moment. A grouping of male students was all waiting on the door.

Harry shook his head at the statement that he was a male. Doing his best to ignore the blonde's comments, Harry shook his head. "Well, it's nice to meet you and all, but I have to get to my club. Have a good day."

Kaoru asked. "Harry, what are you doing here?"

Harry focused for a moment. "Kaoru, I already said…" Harry grabbed the blonde's hand that went to touch his shoulder and twisted it like he had been shown by Remus, locking the joint. "Don't touch me." Harry's grip shifted slightly, sending pain into the blonde's wrist.

The dangerous look on Harry's face combined with the tone of voice had Honey and Mori on edge. Everyone else was surprised at the low, forceful tone and the severe look Harry's face

Tamaki twisted in an effort to relieve the pressure on his wrist. "Ow, ow, OW!"

Harry released the blonde's hand and stepped back. "Like I was saying, I'm going to my club. Nekozawa-senpai convinced me to join the Black Magic Club. I was told that the main room is for something called the Host Club, I assume that's you. I won't bother you if you don't bother me."

Harry turned to head to the doorway when the blonde spoke up. "That's not exactly the kindest thing to do."

Harry turned and looked over his shoulder. "What is your name?"

"I'm Tamaki Suoh, a Second Year. President of the Host Club."

Harry rolled his eyes at the teen's pose. It was like Lockhart all over again. "Well then Suoh-senpai, I might be kinder when you stop acting like a vapid, self-absorbed narcissist. I've found people in that category need a firm hand to learn boundaries."

The blonde reeled like he was physically struck before he sat on the floor and hugged his knees to his chest.

Harry blinked at the older teen's actions and stared at him in confusion before turning to the Twins. "Hikaru, Kaoru, is this kind of behavior normal?"

They spoke in unison. "Yeah, the boss is kind of like that."

Harry nodded slowly. "Well, I won't take up any more of your time."

Before anyone could say anything Harry slipped through the door on the side of the room.

Kyoya looked at the Hitachin Twins. "Hikaru, Kaoru, who is that?"

The twins spoke up. "His name's Harry Potter. He's in our class and is from Great Britain."

Honey spoke up. "Even though he isn't trained, Harry-kun has seen fighting."

"What do you mean Honey-senapi?"

"His scars. On his neck is a burn, and the other scar looks like it was done with a weapon of some kind."

Kaoru spoke up. "He's got dozens of other scars on his chest and back. There's a really bad one around his shoulder. It almost looked like something exploded. There's more scar than skin on his shoulder."

Hikaru nodded. "I've never seen scars that bad. All the boys were staring at them."

Mori nodded. "That's why he doesn't want to be touched."

Tamaki had been drawn into the conversation. "What do you mean?"

Honey spoke up. "Something bad must have happened."

Mori spoke once again. "Don't ask him about them."

His cutesy persona dropped slightly, Honey nodded. "Scars like that are signs of survival." It came back as he tossed Usa-chan in the air. "I'd like to eat cake with him."

Any further conversation was cut off as the first influx of female guests arrived.