Still don't own either story.

Two days after his initial encounter with Tamaki, Harry arrived at the school early and found the other two music rooms in use, even at this hour. He went into Music Room 3 and found it deserted. Harry flipped up the lid on the piano and began working on the exercise that he needed to complete.

Tamaki and Kyoya had arrived before classes to ensure that everything would be set up properly. Both teens were surprised as they heard someone haltingly play a simple tune on the piano in the room. It wasn't very long and the figure at the bench restarted. The curtain around the piano made it so that identification wasn't a possibility. But they were wearing the High School uniform.

Tamaki, as he was gifted on the piano, was surprised at someone close in age was doing beginner exercises. He also noted that the tune was somewhat smoother after the second repetition.

Kyoya spoke up once the tune had run through a third time since they had entered the room. "Excuse me, but we have people coming to set something up."

Harry paused as someone spoke up. He lifted his hands from the keys and nodded. He had been working on this piece for about twenty minutes. "Not a problem. I was just about done anyway."

Harry closed the piano and stepped out from behind the curtain. He simply nodded to the two members of the Host Club as he left. "Have a good day."

Tamaki's jaw was working as the younger student left. "Someone that uncouth shouldn't be learning piano!"

Kyoya looked up from his clipboard. "And yet he is."

Tamaki looked at Kyoya. "What did you learn about him?"

Kyoya merely flipped a page. "Harry James Potter. Age fifteen. Decent grades as he transferred in from a boarding school in Scotland. It's a rather secretive and selective school. There is a note in his student file that his scarring has been fixed up as much as possible and that the teachers shouldn't call attention to them."

"Is that all?"

Kyoya shook his head. "The rest took quite a bit of digging. He is an English Lord. His family has backed several rather successful ventures, including your family's business Tamaki. In fact, they have had rather profitable dealings with yours for several years. They retain a portion of ownership of a wide array of businesses. There are a few big names in there. This includes everything from tea companies to clothing manufacturers. The Potters also have extensive real-estate holdings throughout Europe and the Caribbean. Harry dropped out of sight after his parents were murdered before he was two. He didn't reappear in public until just after his fifteenth birthday. We couldn't find anything else. The Twins did say that he somehow knows the Honor Student Haruhi Fujioka. He's also polite to people that try to talk to him, and is very attentive in class. Apparently, Potter can also tell Hikaru and Kaoru apart."

Tamaki looked off into the distance before grinning. "I'm going to teach him to be a gentleman. Just think Kyoya, he could easily be 'The Bad Boy with a Heart of Gold' of the group. We don't have one."

Kyoya shook his head. "He's already a member of the Black Magic Club."

Tamaki wasn't deterred by such an insignificant little detail.

As Harry sat at his desk, he pulled out his homework for the day. Once again the Hitachin Twins stood in front of his desk.

Harry looked at one, then the other. "Kaoru, Hikaru."

"How do you do that?!"

Harry merely grinned.

"Say Harry, could we visit your house when we have a day off?"

Harry frowned slightly. "Why would you want to?"

"We're curious."

"About?"

"You. Not many people would put the Boss in place like that."

Harry studied the Twins. "You just want to see if there's any blackmail material there so you could convince me to tell you how I tell you two apart."

"Maybe…"

Harry shook his head. "If that is your only reason for coming over, no." Harry went to change the subject. "I had a question for you. What exactly does a Host Club do?"

"That's right you're British."

"Well, we entertain and charm girls with too much time on their hands."

Harry was stunned. "What? Why?"

"Because it's fun."

"And we have nothing better to do."

Harry frowned. "What about homework? Or housework and cooking?" Harry had homework for his magic studies as well as the standard subjects.

"We do that together, so it goes quickly."

"As for the rest, that's why we hire servants."

Harry smirked. "But what happens if you were in a situation where you didn't have servants at your beck and call? You'd have to cook and clean for yourself."

The twins looked positively flabbergasted. Surely such a thing wasn't possible. They weren't the only ones.

The girl in front of Harry spoke up, clearly having eavesdropped. "But that is what servants are for!"

Any further conversation was cut off as class started.

As lunch rolled around, Harry was glad that the rest of the students left the class. He muttered to himself. "Crazy rich kids."

Haruhi's voice could be heard as she took the desk next to Harry. "You know, you are one of those rich kids."

"Rich yes, but you know I didn't know about that for most of my life. Crazy, well I would like to think I'm not. I at least do most things for myself." He shook his head. "That one girl's comment, 'but that is what servants are for' made me want to call her an idiot. Sadly I don't think anyone would listen. They'd say I was the one that was crazy."

Haruhi actually cracked a smile at that.

She looked over at Harry's bento. "Anything you'd be willing to share?"

Harry laughed and passed a piece of fried pork and rolled omelet over to Haruhi.

Haruhi savored each piece. "I wish I could make them taste like this."

Harry shrugged. "I used your recipes and a few homegrown herbs and spices."

Haruhi looked at Harry. "You have an herb garden?"

Harry nodded. Dobby tended it with near religious fervor. "Fresh is always better."

"Is it that big of a difference?"

"It can be."

Harry and Haruhi finished their lunch with small talk about classes.

After school was done for the day, Harry went again to act as a diversion. This time, Tamaki was rather open and welcoming. "Harry Potter. Welcome to our world of beauty! Would you like to join us?" The teen seemed to sparkle.

Harry took a step backwards. In that moment, the similarities between Lockhart and Suoh were staggering. "I'm just headed to my club."

"But why join the Black Magic Club when you could learn the gentlemanly ways of being a Host?"

Harry looked at the blonde. "Hikaru and Kaoru told me that all you do is entertain and charm girls with too much time on their hands. I don't have the time for such activities."

Tamaki was surprised by the answer. "But you have time for another club."

Harry smirked. "That's because this week we're learning how to curse blonde haired pretty boys. Nekozawa-senpai said he'd already had a successful test subject."

Remembering his encounter with Beelzenef, Tamaki flinched backwards and hid behind Kyoya.

Harry took the opening for what it was worth and made his way to the doorway to the Black Magic Club. He had a lot of work to do. Ouran scheduled the equivalent of the OWLs early in the year. His work with the TriWizard had moved him ahead of several Hogwarts students, but the teachers at Ouran had higher expectations. The fact that he was only up to fourth year spells with his ring was still hampering him. Regardless of this fact, Harry was progressing rapidly. For once there was a group of people that all dedicating to helping each other. Umehito-senpai took his duties as president very seriously. He would push all the other members, but wouldn't hesitate to step in and help them with any subject that they were struggling with. The other members didn't hesitate either. For all they acted odd outside of Club, the magic users helped each other. Harry liked it.

Harry was struck with the differences as he left the Black Magic Club that day. What if Hogwarts had been like this? Where the teachers didn't intentionally sabotage learning or simply let the students learn and progress on their own. Harry was reminded of several rants from Hermione about academically holding the majority back. It wouldn't take seven years to get equivalent of NEWTs. Most of the second years already were preparing for them at the end of the year. They had only been studying for four years.

Harry smiled as he left the campus that day. It was nice to not be seen as the Boy-who-Lived. For the first time since escaping to Japan, Harry felt that it was actually a good idea.

As he walked into his house, Harry smiled at Dobby's appearance. "Hello Dobby. How has your day gone?"

"Dobby is having a wonderful day. I learned fifteen different dishes, a dozen cooking techniques, and so much more." The elf was beside himself with how amazing Master Harry Potter was.

Harry nodded. "Well, if I like them, I want you to teach me how to do it Dobby."

Dobby nodded. Master Harry had no problem learning from an Elf. He truly was an amazing Wizard.

Harry looked at Dobby. "We may have visitors later."

"Is it Miss Harryhi and her womanly father?"

Harry shook his head. "A few students were talking about possibly coming over. They might make a surprise visit. But I might extend an invitation to the Fujiokas in a few weeks."

Dobby nodded.

Harry had a stray thought. "Dobby, how hard would it be to rearrange one of the rooms for a piano? This morning only one music room was open and if that continues, I may need to practice here."

Dobby nodded. "Of course." Sirius had told Dobby that should Harry decide to take up an instrument to let him know. The Black family had several in storage that were collecting dust. "A space expansion charm woulds make it fit anywhere."

Harry nodded. "Well I'll read up on that, and if I get it down, maybe we'll go piano shopping."

Dobby nodded. "Yes Master Harry."

That night as Harry went to bed, Dobby used the mirror to call Sirius. "Master Harry's Dogfather?"

"Hello Dobby how is Harry doing?"

"Very good Sir. He came home smiling from schools. Master Harry said that we might be gettings a piano."

Sirius shook his head. "Well, I'll grab a nice one for him from storage. I'll send it to you. Don't tell him unless he asks about it."

"Of course Master Harry's Dogfather."

That weekend, Harry inscribed a few runes around the corners of one of the bedrooms that was just off the livingroom. He then charged them with his ring. It had taken him three days to get the spellwork right. Harry focused and the walls of the room pulsed with a silvery light. They then moved backwards. The previously moderately sized room had doubled in size. Harry grinned at the success and checked the runes. There was a faint glimmer of power, as there was supposed to be. But the runes weren't pulsing, which would show instability.

Dobby smiled. "Well done Master Harry. And on the first try too!"

Harry looked at Dobby. "It's not the first try. Nekozawa-senpai walked me through the process. I practiced on a bookshelf several times." Harry had to smile. "Now to go piano shopping."

Dobby held out a small box. "Master Harry's Dogfather sent a gift."

Harry frowned. "What did he send?" Harry opened the box and a miniature piano was nestled in the box. "He shrunk a piano?"

Dobby nodded. "The Dogfather said that it was gathering dust and that Master Harry should have a 'fitting instrument.' It was supposed to be a surprise."

Harry sighed. "Fine." He then set the piano in place and canceled the spells. A golden brown piano grew to fill the space prepared for it. It looked rather unique. What looked to be wooden inlays ran along the sides and top of the entire piano and it was accented with rather beautiful carvings.

Harry then resized a matching bench. The lid opened and ivory and ebony keys met Harry's gaze. Harry noticed Dobby holding the piano workbook. Harry shook his head. He sat at the piano and began working through his practice tunes.

Shortly after he began, the doorbell rang. Dobby popped in. "Two redheads are at the door Master Harry."

Harry nodded and froze the painting. "Dobby, it's the other students I mentioned. Take care of all the magical stuff. They aren't magical."

Dobby nodded and popped away.

Harry stood from the piano to go to the door.

Hikaru and Kaoru had decided to invade Harry's house. He hadn't exactly said no. In the car ride over, Kaoru looked at his brother. "Do you think he's home?"

"I don't see why not. Kyoya said that Harry is an English Lord."

"But he said that he does servant stuff."

"Maybe he is trying to keep in touch with commoners. You know, like the Boss tries to do."

As the car pulled to a stop, the driver spoke up. "We're here."

Hikaru and Kaoru looked at the house. "This can't be his house."

"Where's the grounds?"

"The gardens?"

"The pool?"

"This is the address you provided me Sirs."

Hikaru and Kaoru stepped out of the car and frowned as they walked the path to the door. "Hikaru, aren't those saffron crocus flowers?"

"Don't they normally bloom in the fall?"

"Do you think it could be a new variant?"

"He's using them as decoration."

Kaoru knelt down. "These are saffron crocuses. And they're blooming in spring."

Halting piano music could be heard from the house.

When they rang the doorbell, the music stopped.

Harry opened the door. "Hikaru, Kaoru, what brings you by?"

"Harry! We were in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by."

"Pull the other one, it's got bells on." Harry shook his head. "Did Suoh decide to have you bother me over the weekend?"

They spoke in unison. "No, but the Boss still wants you to join the club."

Hikaru grinned. "But it is rather amusing to see you putting Tamaki-senpai in his place."

Kaoru asked. "So why do you always do that?"

Harry sighed. "Is that why you came by?"

"You said that we couldn't come over if we were only looking to find out how you tell us apart."

Harry hung his head. He couldn't simply dismiss the pair. "Fine, come in. Take your shoes off. I have a few house slippers in a basket by the door."

Harry stepped away from the door and the twins stepped into the house. They slipped into the house slippers and noted that the décor of the living room was common, except the rather ornate frame housing a painting and a piano that had to be custom seen in one of the rooms off to the side. Not even Tamaki, who was amazing on the piano, had one that looked like this.

Kaoru was looking at the piano. "So I take it you won't be stopping by the club room to practice anymore?"

Harry shrugged. "We'll see, but probably not. Ever since Suoh decided to try to recruit me, it was slightly annoying to run into him in the mornings."

"I've never seen a piano like that."

Harry shrugged. "It's a little too ornate for my tastes, but my godfather insisted that I have a 'suitable' instrument. He shipped it from Britain." Harry headed towards the kitchen. "Feel free to poke around. I'll get something for you two to drink.

Hikaru had stepped behind the piano and examined the inlays.

Kaoru examined the painting and he gasped. "Hikaru, look at this."

Hikaru went over and examined what his twin was pointing at. His jaw dropped. "Is this a Hiwatari?!"

Kaoru moved around. "The painting changes slightly with different angles. The design of the frame matches the Hiwatari paintings I've seen."

"Not even Kyoya-senpai's family owns one."

"There's a rumor that Tamaki's father has one in his office."

"And he has a Hiwatari hanging in his living room!"

Harry stepped out of the kitchen with a tray with a few cups and riceballs on it. "You know Satoshi?" He'd gone back to the studio a few times to talk magical art with the man. Learning about the runes he used was quite the experience. Harry was certain that the Twins weren't magical.

The twins turned back to Harry and spoke in stereo. "You've met Satoshi Hiwatari?!" Disbelief colored their tone.

Harry nodded. "I bought two of his pieces from his studio. That one is called Fireworks Festival. I have one in my office called Sakura Petals by Sunset. I was drawn in by the quality of his work. It surpassed almost everything I've seen before. I like that it looks different from different angles. When the light hits it right, it's almost like an entirely different painting. It's almost alive. Satoshi said that it was a family technique and that he was teaching his son." Harry looked at the painting. "Satoshi said that Fireworks Festival took two years to get right. Sakura Petals by Sunset took eighteen months."

"Can we see the other one?"

Harry nodded and led the way to the office. The twins examined the painting in minute detail and when they were done, they followed Harry back to the living room.

The twins spoke in unison. "You own two Hiwatari paintings? And you have been to his studio?"

Harry nodded. "In all reality, I found it on accident. He humored me for a bit, but when he saw that I truly appreciated his work, our conversation was rather pleasant. He's even stopped by a few times to 'make sure that his art was appreciated.' Although, I think that is because he really likes the taiyaki I make."

Hikaru shook his head. "You don't know how big of a deal this is, do you?"

Harry frowned. "What do you mean?"

Kaoru continued. "His auctions are only every few years. They are invitation only."

Hikaru nodded. "Last time someone auctioned off an invitation, it went for ten million yen. The paintings, and there are only a few at each auction, go for significantly more. No one knows where he lives or works."

"But you bought two paintings from him directly."

"That has never happened!"

Harry shrugged. "Well, don't ask me where his studio is located. I can't tell you. I promised him I wouldn't."

Harry gestured to the couch and sat the tray down. He sat and grinned as the twins collected themselves. Sirius had said that Harry's purchase was a good impulse buy. "So you want to know why I'm rather, abrupt, with Suoh?"

The twins nodded

Harry sipped his tea and chose his words carefully. "At my old school, I had a teacher that was enamored with his own appearance. He was blonde, blue-eyed, and rather over-the-top. He was completely full of himself and very boastful. He was a horrible teacher that only got the job because he lied about his abilities. In all reality, Suoh's behavior reminds me of him. I hated the ponce. Luckily, he was injured by his own ineptitude and left the school. If Suoh tones it down, I'll be more polite to him."

The twins mulled over that and nodded. "That makes sense. But to tell you the truth, it may not happen." They sipped their tea. It was excellent tea.

"So how did you find out where I live?"

Kaoru shrugged. "The same way we found out that you're actually an English Lord. Kyoya-senpai did a background check on you because Tamaki-senpai wants you in the club."

Harry winced at the casual way they said that. "I really don't want that information spread around. If it does get around, I know whose life to make miserable."

"So why does a Lord have such an unimpressive house?"

Harry shook his head. "What assurance do I have that this won't get shared?"

"None. However, Kyoya-senpai already has a theory that you didn't know of your heritage since your parents died when you were young and you disappeared from the public eye."

Harry nodded. "Well, he's right. I'm not exactly comfortable with the whole nobility and wealth thing. It's one of the reasons I was sent here. I don't want people to take advantage of the fact that I'm unfamiliar with nobility." Harry fixed the twins with a glare. "That said; if you try I have several methods available to me to publicly humiliate you that you wouldn't even consider."

The twins looked at each other and then Harry. "I don't think such a thing exists."

Harry smirked. "Do you really want to try me? You'd wake up with kanji for your names tattooed on your faces."

"You wouldn't!"

Harry's smile was downright evil. "That would only be the beginning."

The twins spoke in unison. "That's malicious."

Harry looked at the twins, his grin not fading. "Most of what people said about me was a bunch of vicious lies. You see, once there was another Harry, an evil Harry. I killed him."

The fact that the grin didn't change slightly unnerved the Hitachin twins. Hikaru looked at Harry. "There's a reason that you're a part of the Black Magic Club isn't there?"

His face going back to normal, Harry sipped his tea and nodded.

"So can we get your help if we decide to mess with people?"

Harry considered that. "Don't flirt with me in any way, shape, or form and I'll consider it. There are lines I won't cross, but I have no problem with messing with people. My father and godfather were notorious for it. But they occasionally went a little too far."

Both Hikaru and Kaoru tried the triangles of rice and were surprised at how good they tasted.

Kaoru spoke up, "So how do you know the Honor Student?"

Harry was surprised at the question. "Haruhi and Ranka, that's Haruhi's father, live nearby. I met Haruhi while I was still learning Japanese and was unfamiliar with the kanji. I was doing some shopping for a recipe when Haruhi corrected what I was going to purchase. Haruhi was the only person that didn't ostracize me for the scars that I have on my face. We swap recipes from time to time, and I've even had the Fujiokas over for dinner. Both of the Fujioka's are independent people. When I discovered Haruhi was going to Ouran, I offered to help purchase a uniform and Haruhi simply said: 'I'm fine. I can't ask that of you.' I haven't rescinded the offer, but then again it hasn't been accepted either. Haruri is very focused on class work, so the offer may be forgotten."

"Why didn't you just buy one for Fujioka if you're friends?"

Harry shook his head. "It's an expensive uniform for people that aren't upper class. Spending that much on a single outfit is often seen as absurd. I didn't want to offend Haruhi. In all truth, I found it to be ridiculous as well, but I did have the money to purchase one." Harry looked at the twins. "Out of curiosity, why is it such a big deal that I can tell you two apart?"

"You're the first person that can."

"It's a bit of a surprise."

Harry smiled. "Like I said, I've had practice. The other set of twins I mentioned, their girlfriends can tell them apart easily." Harry had to chuckle as a memory surfaced. "One time, Fred and George tried to swap places on a date with the Angelina and Alicia. It didn't end well for Fred or George. They ended up stripped to their underwear and stuck to the ceiling of the dorms."

"Stuck…"

"To the ceiling?!"

"HOW?"

Harry had to come up with something. "Industrial strength adhesive. When we finally got them down, the twins publicly begged forgiveness on their hands and knees."

Hikaru looked at Harry. "You wouldn't do that to us if we irritated you, would you?"

Harry shook his head. "No. I'm all for a measured response. I'd irritate you right back."

Kaoru looked at the teen. "So let's say that Tamaki-senpai really pushed the envelope. You know, something like keeping you from going to club, and forcing you to act as a host."

Harry mused on that for a long moment. "Really pushed the envelope, pushing me well past my breaking point pushing me?"

The twins nodded.

Harry figured that they were asking this just to see what he would do if pressed. Best to give them an eye opener for what kinds of pranks a hacked-off wizard was capable of. "Well, as a knee jerk reaction, he'd probably wake up suspended from the ceiling in the auditorium. But if he really went too far, I'd have to say that he would also be bald, naked, and tied up using shibari. There would probably be indelible dye used to draw embarrassing things on his face and chest. If he has a male fan club at Ouran, I'd have them there. Then I'd auction his uniform and hair off on eBay to his female one." Harry thought for a moment. "But he'd have to do something really bad to earn that. Considering how he reacts when I call him a narcissist, I don't think it would ever get past the point of verbal jabs."

Hikaru and Kaoru just stared at the teen in shock. "You do know he's the School President's son?"

Harry smiled. "You do know ironclad alibis are wonderful things?"

Shaking off their shock, the twins pictured how Tamaki would react in such a situation. They started laughing.

"Kaoru, mental note, don't get on the wrong side of Harry."

"Understood Hikaru."

The twins looked at Harry and spoke in unison. "So how do you know about Shibari?"

Harry actually blushed hotly at that. "My godfather was rather…thorough when he gave me The Talk. He later added what he could find about Japan's…unique proclivities into the mix so I wouldn't be caught off-guard."

The Hitachin brothers actually laughed at that.

Kaoru smiled. "Say, Harry, who picks out your wardrobe? It's kind of plain."

"I do."

Hikaru shook his head. "We'll bring some things over next time. Mom always loves new models."

Harry heard a ding from the kitchen. "That would be lunch. Are you two hungry?"

The twins nodded.

"Then follow me."

The twins entered the eating area and a meal was laid out on the table. It actually looked rather delicious. "Who did this? You were with us the whole time."

Harry smiled. "I have one servant that lives here with me. He is a firm believer in a servant's role is to only let their actions be seen. He never shows himself if I have guests."

The twins nodded at this. They were surprised at the quality of the meal. It was good; especially considering it was prepared in such a kitchen.

Hikaru asked, "So tell me, why is it we only see you enter the Club Room and never any other members of the Black Magic Club? That doorway is the only entrance."

Harry smirked. "Simple. I'm doing my job right. Since I'm the newest member it's my responsibility to act as a distraction. Considering Suoh-senpai is so insistent on me switching clubs, it's been rather easy."

Any further conversation was cut off as the Twins' phones rang. Their driver was back to pick them up.

On the ride home, both Hikaru and Kaoru were pensive. "He's definitely different."

"And different was never a bad thing."

Hikaru's face gained a smirk. "How do you think Boss will react when he learns that Harry has a nicer piano than he does?"

"Probably about as well when he realizes that Harry has two Hiwatari paintings, and apparently knows the artist."

"I got a photo of the piano."

"I got one of the fireworks painting."

"The boss is gonna flip over this."

Haruhi knocked on Harry's door. She was confused at the sound of piano music. Harry didn't own a piano. Maybe it was an electric.

Harry answered the door. "Haruhi? What brings you by today?"

"Do you have the book for math class? I left mine in my desk at school."

Harry nodded. "Sure, come in."

"Thanks Harry, you're a…When did you get a grand piano?"

Harry shook his head. "Sirius heard that I was learning and he decided that I needed a 'proper instrument.' I swear."

"How did it fit?"

Harry shook his head. "It took a bit of work, but we did manage. He shipped it here from England. Never mind the fact that if I wanted one, I would have gotten something that wasn't as large or ornate."

"It is a little…" Haruhi was searching for the right words.

"Ostentatious? Over-the-top? Yes, yes it is." Harry sighed. "I was initially considering getting a decent quality electric one so I didn't have to rely on the Music Rooms at School. Then, surprise, all of a sudden the phone rings, you have a large delivery scheduled for today. Luckily I wasn't using that bedroom." Harry shook his head. "Sometimes I want to smack Sirius." He shrugged, "But hey, I can practice at home now." Harry shook his head. "I'll go get that book."

Haruhi was surprised at the piano. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen.

Harry came back moments later with the book. "Here you go."

Haruhi took the book. "Thanks."

"It's not a big deal. I'm done with that assignment. You can give that back to me on Monday." As Haruhi went to leave, Harry smiled. "Next time your dad and you both have a day off, give me a call. I'll cook the two of you lunch."

Haruhi smiled slightly. "Thanks."

The rest of the weekend passed uninterrupted for Harry.

Sadly what happened over the weekend would mean a more motivated Tamaki.