If you are reading this chapter chances are you have already seen the disclaimer in Chapter 1

Monday morning, Tamaki was waiting for the Twins. When they arrived, Tamaki didn't even give them the chance to speak. "Your staff said you visited Harry Potter!"

The twins shrugged. "What about it?"

"Why?"

"We were curious about why he treats you the way he does."

Tamaki was surprised at that answer. "Well, what did you find out?"

Hikaru grinned. "Several things."

"Like what?"

Kaoru replied, "That we don't exactly want to cross him."

"Did you find out why he seems to hate me?"

"We could tell you boss, but I'd recommend not pushing him anymore to join the Host Club."

"Why not? Surely he would want to act like a gentleman."

Hikaru and Kaoru shared a glance.

"Your behavior reminds him of a fraud of a teacher."

"He said you even look like him."

"Harry said that he was blonde, blue-eyed, and obsessed with his own appearance."

"He also said the man was inept."

"But I'm not inept." Tamaki looked confused. "Why did you say you didn't want to cross him?"

"He grew up as a commoner. He was taught how to deal with people by other commoners."

The twins spoke in unison. "An evil group of commoners."

Tamaki looked nervous. "How evil?"

"Harry threatened to tattoo our names on our faces if we tried to take advantage of him."

"He did what?!"

The Twins nodded. Kaoru spoke up. "Something tells me he'd do it too."

"So he's not refined in the least."

The twins grinned. "Oh, I wouldn't say that."

Again Tamaki was confused. "What do you mean?"

Hikaru shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. He personally knows Satoshi Hiwatari. Harry knows where the man's studio is located and Hiwatari even has visited Harry's house. Considering that Harry has two of Hiwatari's paintings in his house, we're inclined to believe him. We checked when we got home. Both paintings were listed as part of the next auction but were taken down a few months ago."

Tamaki stopped cold. "What?"

Kaoru smirked and pulled out his phone and handed it to Tamaki. "And check out his piano. It was a gift from his godfather."

Tamaki's hands started to shake as he looked at the piano in the photo. "It can't be…" He looked at Kaoru. "This is just one of your jokes, isn't it?"

The twins shook their heads. "Nope. We were surprised to see it."

Tamaki's jaws dropped and the phone fell from numb fingers.

Kaoru caught his phone before it hit the ground.

The twins grinned. "See you later today Boss."

His brain struggling to come to terms with everything, Tamaki stayed in that position until the warning bell rang.

Harry was getting his books ready for the day when Haruhi came in and handed Harry's book back to him. "Thanks."

"It's no problem Haruhi. Did you get your homework done?"

"Yes, but I really need to hit the books to keep my scholarship. The classes are paced faster here."

Harry nodded. "I've noticed."

Class started a few minutes later.

After classes that day, Harry stepped into Music Room 3.

Harry was immediately beset by Tamaki Suoh. "POTTER! You have to let me come over to your house."

Harry shook his head and kept walking. "No."

Tamaki was literally on his knees. "Please! I beg of you! The Twins told me about your piano."

Harry looked at the Hitachins who shrugged. "This is a music room. Use the one here." Harry smirked. "Or are you not well-off enough to own your own piano?"

Tamaki's teeth began grating.

Honey spoke up. "Harry-chan, is it true that you have two Hiwatari paintings? And do you really know the artist?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. Satoshi is very talented. He also has a raging sweet tooth."

Honey's face lit up. "I always knew there was something that I liked about his work."

Harry stepped around the still kneeling Tamaki. He had made it three steps before Tamaki went to grab Harry's leg to keep him in place. Harry dodged and stared harshly at Tamaki. "What did I say about touching me?" An evil grin grew on Harry's face. He reached into his jacket and used his ring to conjure a duplicate of Beelzenef.

As the cat puppet left Harry's jacket, Tamaki flinched backwards.

It was at this point Nekozawa ended his disguise spell; his sudden appearance surprising the Host Club. "Harry. You have finally embraced the twisted darkness that is the cursing power of Beelzenef. I knew that you had it in you." Umehito chuckled darkly. "Come, let me show you what the sinister power of Beelzenef is capable of."

Harry merely focused his evil grin on Tamaki, causing the blonde to slide further away. "You know what Nekozawa-senpai; that is a truly wicked idea."

Umehito and Harry made it inside the door when Nekozawa broke character enough to laugh. Harry was laughing so much he had slight tears at the corners of his eyes. When the rest of the Black Magic Club was told what Harry had done, they joined in as well.

Harry gained several points in the contest and he was now ranked in the top half. He had gotten triple points by getting Nekozawa to laugh.

On the other hand, the members of the Host Club had varying reactions. Tamaki was sputtering unintelligibly for a few moments.

Hikaru and Kaoru shared a glance. It was entirely probable that Harry did that just to get Tamaki away from him. Harry really didn't like being touched. But then again, that evil grin of his was downright creepy. They decided that Harry was good at messing with people. Plans began to swirl in their brains.

Kyoya's eyes narrowed slightly. The Twins said that Harry was actually a really nice guy when his buttons weren't being pushed. Perhaps Tamaki might not be too far off in his assessment of Harry Potter. Just the right polish and Potter could fit in with the club. Just the right phrase would ensure that Tamaki would continue trying to convince Potter. Even if Potter continued to refuse, it would be amusing to watch.

Tamaki sat on his chair and collected himself.

They soon had their first visitor. Tamaki was curious. It was another boy. And one that didn't look like he belonged at the school.

Back in the Black Magic Club, Harry realized that he had left one of his progress books in his desk.

As Harry approached the door, one of the students called out, "Forget something Potter?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I need to step back to my classroom for a moment."

Harry walked back into the Music Room. He paused when he saw Haruhi fall over.

His voice surprised the Host Club. "What are you doing to Haruhi?" The edge in his tone caught them off guard.

Kyoya spoke up, "Haruhi broke one of the club's possessions and it is rather expensive."

Harry eyed the pottery fragments. "I see. How much was it?"

"Eight million Yen."

Haruhi sat up. "Harry, I can't ask you to pay for it." She saw the look on Harry's face and her voice became rather firm. "Harry Potter, it's my problem and I'm going to fix it."

Harry looked at Haruhi. "And what will you do if I do?"

Haruhi narrowed her eyes. "I'll find a way to get in touch with Sirius and have him put a third story on your house."

Harry shook his head. "I forgot you actually know which buttons to push." Harry turned to Kyoya. "How much for the shards?"

The answer threw the group.

Honey asked, "Why do you want to buy the broken pieces?"

Harry smirked. "Simple. If it takes away from what Haruhi owes, then I still get to help my friend without getting a bigger house. And since it is a legitimate purchase Haruhi can't complain as much."

"Harry!"

Harry turned to Haruhi. "Besides, I need something to test my family skills."

Harry shook his head at their confusion and explained what a potter did.

Hikaru asked, "What do you mean your family skills?"

Harry smirked. "It's a delicate process and something that is closely guarded but we have a way of re-building a piece. However, I need all the pieces, not a single speck can be missing. It's one way that my family has made money throughout the years. It may not work, but I do want to give it a try. It will be a learning experience. Will two million suffice?"

"Harry!"

Kyoya hid his shock. "Done."

Harry went to leave the room. "I have to get something for my club that I left in my desk. Have everything gathered when I get back and I'll pay you then."

Once Harry left the room, Tamaki turned to Mori. "Mori-senpai, why don't you get our dog a box? It will be his first chore to pay back the debt."

As Haruhi began collecting the shards, Tamaki's grin resurfaced. "Fujioka, if you can convince Potter to join the Host Club, we'll cut your debt by three-fourths of the six million."

Haruhi's jaw dropped. "Why?"

"Because I feel he would be a good fit for the Host Club." Tamaki struck a pose. "He needs to be rescued from the clutches of Nekozawa-senpai and the Black Magic Club. Harry has it within his soul to be a refined gentleman!"

Haruhi blinked in confusion before shaking her head. "I pay my own debts without getting anyone else involved. I'm going to have words with Harry about his actions."

Kyoya merely made a note in his clipboard. "He paid a fourth of your debt by in essence paying for garbage. You should be grateful."

Haruhi said nothing as she cleaned up the mess.

A few minutes later, just as Haruhi was finishing up, Harry reentered the room. He helped Haruhi pick up the rest of the shards. It was a cover for Harry summoning the pieces that were too small to be seen.

"Harry you don't have to do this. It's two million Yen!"

Harry shook his head. "Knowing Suoh-senpai, he's probably partly to blame and doesn't want to acknowledge the fact." Tamaki frowned at that. "Besides, I'm merely am helping out a friend." Harry smirked. "Consider this paying for your school uniform, and your birthday."

Haruhi snorted. "For the next twenty years." She looked at Harry. "There's no way I can change your mind is there?"

Harry shook his head. "The agreement has been made."

Haruhi sighed as she put the last piece in the box.

Harry stood and pulled out his wallet. He counted out two million Yen and handed it to Kyoya who took the sum without blinking an eye. Harry then turned to Hikaru and Kaoru. "Hikaru, Kaoru, while Haruhi is working off the debt I expect you two to keep an eye on the situation for me. You asked me what I would do if pushed too far, well that now applies to the entirety of the Host Club. Haruhi is a friend."

Hikaru and Kaoru shared a nervous glance. "Okay."

Honey asked, "Why are you asking Hika-chan and Kao-chan to watch Haruhi?"

Harry grinned maliciously at the Host King. "Because I'm sure that Suoh-senpai wouldn't be happy with the entirety of the Black Magic Club intruding to ensure that Haruhi is treated well. It's the best situation all around. Haruspicy is best practiced in private." As Tamaki looked up the word and went green, Harry turned back to Haruhi. "Regardless of the fact that they may mischievous, manipulative, troublemaking ne'er do wells; at the end of the day Hikaru and Kaoru are reliable."

Tamaki stiffened. "Nekozawa-senpai would scare off all the ladies."

Harry picked up the box and retreated. "Goodbye all. Haruhi, don't let them push you around."

Once Harry had returned to the Black Magic Club, Kyoya looked at the Hitachin twins. "Hikaru, Kaoru, what did he mean by when you asked him if he was pushed too far?"

Kaoru spoke first. "When we went over to Harry's house, we asked him what would happen to the boss should Tamaki-senpai go too far."

Hikaru picked up where his twin stopped. "Harry said that Tamaki-senpai would wake up hanging from the auditorium ceiling. Tamaki-senpai would also be naked, shaved bald, and have obscene things drawn on his face and chest with indelible dye."

The answer shocked the listeners.

Kaoru continued. "That's not all, he also said that the boss would be tied up using shibari and that his male admirers would be present as Tamaki-senpai woke up and Harry would auction off Tamaki-senpai's clothes and hair on eBay to his female admirers."

Now jaws were dropped all around.

The twins shrugged and spoke in unison. "We told you, he was taught by evil commoners. Even we wouldn't go that far. But that threat now applies to all of us."

Haruhi shook her head. "I doubt he would really do all of that. Harry's a nice guy."

By now Tamaki was able to speak. "That…that's absolutely horrible."

When Harry was back in his club room, one of the students piped up. "Hey Potter, what's in the box?"

Harry grinned. "Something to practice on when I get home. And if it works, I got a vase worth over eight million Yen for a quarter of the price."

The same student frowned. "But even a repairing spell will leave small traces that something was once broken."

Harry shook his head. "It's a family magic that only works on pottery and ceramics. It's about time I learned them." Harry smirked at Nekozawa. "And no Umehito-senpai, no dark sacrifices are involved."

Nekozawa frowned. "Not even letting me get a word in edgewise Harry. Should I fear for my title this year? Is there a new Master of the Dark at Ouran?"

Harry shrugged. "That's not exactly my goal, but if it happens, it happens." He then smirked at Umehito. "But then again, I've defeated a Dark Lord. Surely a Dark President wouldn't be that hard." This comment led to light laughter from several of the members. Harry then got to work on the list of spells he was working on that day.

The following day, Harry had acted as a distraction and then finished his practical work early. Since Tamaki had been more exuberant than normal Harry cast a notice-me-not charm on himself and left the room. Harry paused at seeing a girl with auburn hair tossing a bag into one of the decorative ponds. Harry approached and found books and papers floating in the water. Harry simply removed his jacket, shoes, and socks. He rolled up the legs on his pants and sleeves on his shirt.

Harry began by getting the books and papers out. He had only gotten two books out of the water when Haruhi came running out. "Harry?"

Harry stopped and looked at the girl that was wearing a male uniform. He then checked the name on the book. "I saw a girl throw these in the pond. I didn't know it was yours."

Haruhi nodded and waded in. They had gotten most of Haruihi's property out, but were looking for the wallet. With Haruhi close by, Harry didn't want to try any magic. The girl was very attentive to small details.

Harry was surprised when Tamaki showed up and started helping. Maybe he was wrong about the blonde Second Year. He frowned when Haruhi said that the bag had fallen in of it's own accord.

Harry turned to the pile of wet paper. Harry looked at Haruhi. "I know a trick or two to drying wet books. It's happened to me before Haruhi. Why don't you let me get them dry? I'll drop them off at your house." Harry smiled. "Other than a little runny ink, you won't even tell they were wet."

Haruhi smiled slightly. Harry did always help people whenever he could. "I'd appreciate it."

Tamaki held back as Harry gathered up the books. "Potter, did you see who did it?"

Surprised by the seriousness in the blonde's tone, Harry nodded. "A girl. All I saw was auburn hair. It was long, down to mid-back. I wasn't close enough to see any other details. But she carried herself almost, haughtily."

Tamaki got an introspective look on his face. "I have an idea as to who that may be. Sadly, it might be one of our guests."

"Jealousy? Or irritation about someone 'being above their station?'"

Tamaki looked at Harry. "Either is a possibility." Tamaki was quiet for a long moment. "If it is the guest I am thinking of, they will attend the Host Club tomorrow. If I point her out, will you be able to see if she was the perpetrator?"

Harry looked flatly at Tamaki. "Suoh-senpai. I'm not joining the Host Club."

Tamaki frowned. "We only entertain classy ladies at the Host Club. Such actions cannot be tolerated."

Harry frowned. "I will be there only because Haruhi is my friend." At Tamaki's smile, Harry's gaze sharpened. "That does not mean I'm joining the Host Club."

Harry cast a quick drying charm on Haruhi's gear once he was alone. A charm to remove wrinkles and creases from paper followed. Harry tucked the books away. "Dobby?"

Dobby appeared with a pop. "Yes Master Harry?"

"I want you to leave this on the Fujioka's doorstep. Make sure that only Ranka or Haruhi picks it up."

"Of course Master Harry." Dobby took the satchel and popped away.

Harry returned home to practice piano.

The following morning, Haruhi was still wearing the male uniform as she stood next to Harry's desk. "What did you do? I've never seen something like this."

Harry smiled. "It involves five hair dryers, a spinning platform, paper towels, and an apple."

Haruhi was confused. "An apple?"

Harry nodded. "To eat while the pages dry."

Haruhi shook her head. "You're weird. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Harry merely looked at Haruhi. "I thought you knew that already."

"Anyway, thanks for fixing everything."

Classes went well. When the time came for club activities, Harry waited in the Music Room. The Host Club hadn't arrived yet, so Harry applied a notice-me-not charm.

When they arrived, Harry waited until Tamaki was approaching the door to the Black Magic Club when he dropped the charm.

"What are you doing?"

"Potter!" Tamaki was surprised. "I didn't see you there."

"Obviously. So who should I be on the lookout for?"

Kyoya walked up. "Her name is Princess Seika Ayanokoji. She has requested Haruhi as her Host for the day."

Harry nodded.

Tamaki grinned. "You know, while you're here you could…"

Harry interrupted the Host King. "Why do I have a feeling that if you say another word, any ground you gained towards being classed as a decent human being by helping to find Haruhi's wallet will be lost as I quell a desire to tape your mouth shut?" Harry stared flatly at the older student.

Tamaki retreated.

Kyoya looked at Harry Potter curiously. "I must admit, it's rare to see someone be so forceful with Tamaki. Is it true that Tamaki reminds you of a fraud of a professor?"

Harry looked at the glasses-wearing teen. "Yes, and what's worse, this particular teacher always tried to get me to do things in class that I didn't want to do. Just like Suoh-senpai."

"So why didn't you speak up? You seem to have no trouble voicing your opinion."

Harry's voice quieted slightly, "I was only twelve at the time. I have received quite a bit of tutoring in putting people in their place, both politely and forcefully. You could say I'm finally speaking my mind."

Kyoya merely nodded.

Harry frowned. "Can I ask why you're making Haruhi dress as a guy?"

Kyoya actually smirked at that. "Because I find it interesting to watch Tamaki's reaction when he realizes that he's the only one that doesn't know." He looked at Harry. "Besides, she's never said anything about it."

Harry shook his head. "She won't either."

Harry frowned when a girl entered the room and headed to where Haruhi was seated. "That's her, isn't it?"

Kyoya nodded.

"I'm pretty sure that is her. The hair matches. The way she walks does too."

A pair of girls came up to Kyoya. "Kyoya, is this a new Host?"

Harry shook his head and settled back against the wall. "No. I'm here to help solve a problem."

The girls smiled at Harry. "Are you sure that you aren't thinking of joining?"

Harry shook his head. "No. I'm already a member of the Black Magic Club. I don't have the time or the desire to join a second club."

Kyoya smiled at the girls. "In all reality, Tamaki is attempting to recruit Mr. Potter."

The girls were ecstatic. "You really should join. We'd request you every day."

Harry frowned at Kyoya. A shocked look blossomed on Harry's face as he pointed at a table. "Someone started a fire!" Harry activated the notice-me-not charm.

When they turned back Harry nowhere to be seen.

Kyoya made a small noise of appreciation. "A distraction indeed." He looked around. "I wonder where he got off to."

Situating himself close to the table, Harry didn't have to wait long. Princess Ayanokoji screamed and tipped the table, pulling Haruhi on top of her.

When the twins dumped water on the pair, Harry ended the charm and stepped away from the pillar. He crouched next to the two girls.

The drenched auburn haired girl asked the twins, "Why did you do that?"

A hard voice rang out. "That's rich coming from a jealous little child."

Harry's voice caused the girl to spin to face him. Her eyes widened in shock at the scars on the face. Green eyes that seemed full of malice bored into hers, preventing her from moving.

"Who are you?"

Harry's tone echoed coldly in the room. "Someone that watched the whole thing of you throwing Haruhi's bag in the pond." Harry cast a subtle compulsion charm to tell the truth on the girl. "Then when Haruhi calls you out on your jealousy, you tip the table over and pull Haruhi onto you before screaming." Harry's magic reacted slightly, causing his irises to emit a subtle, feral green glow that made Ayanokoji flinch backwards again.

"You threw Haruhi's bag into the pond yesterday in an attempt at a petty, jealous revenge. I know, because I saw you do it."

"You're lying! No one was there when I did! I made sure to check."

Harry stood. "No, I'm not. I'm just really good at being ignored." He looked at Tamaki. "Is that enough proof?" Harry canceled the charm on Ayanokoji.

Tamaki nodded and helped the girl up. When he told her that she was no longer welcome in the Host Club, Ayanokoji glared at Harry. "You aren't even in this club! What are you doing here?"

Harry gestured to the door to the side of the room. "I'm in the Black Magic Club. As for why I'm here, it's simple. Haruhi is my friend. As a side note," Harry sharply tapped the girl's nose, causing her to flinch. "You're now cursed."

Princess Ayanokoji went to storm off and her wet shoes had no traction. She fell down rather abruptly.

This was repeated twice on her flight to the door of the room. Princess Ayanokoji impacted a pillar and a couch. As she flung open the door, it hit her, introducing the girl to the floor once more. Her eyes met Harry's and Harry grinned maliciously.

The auburn-haired girl left at a run. She slipped once more and fell into the hallway.

As the door shut Harry turned to a shell-shocked Tamaki. "Well, I think that my work here is done."

Tamaki's eyes were wide. "You…you cursed her."

Harry merely turned and headed towards the Black Magic Club room. Whispers abounded behind him.

Harry was working on the list of spells he would need to know for his tests when one of the members left and then came back in. "Potter. I just heard a few of the girls out there commenting that you cursed a Third Year. You know that you can get in trouble for using magic on fellow students."

This caught the attention of the club. Nekozawa looked up from where he was working on a potion.

Harry grinned. "Other than a slight compulsion charm to tell the truth, I didn't use magic on her." Harry then gave a brief summary as to what had happened. "As for any 'cursing,' all that occurred was a simple statement that she was cursed. Her wet shoes and desire to escape the situation did the rest. Feel free to check her for any spell residue."

The student nodded. "Well, we'll have to see the fallout from that to assign you points."

Harry nodded.

From his position in the corner, Umehito Nekozawa smiled slightly. It looked like Harry might be a contender for the title. Umehito would have to step up his game if that was the case.

After club time was declared to be over, Harry was headed home. He didn't even clear the Music Room before someone stopped him.

"Potter!" The Host Club was also getting ready to leave. Haruhi wasn't with them.

Harry turned. "Yes?"

Tamaki was actually hesitant around the teen. "You know that Haruhi is a girl."

Harry nodded. "Your point?"

Honey asked, "Why didn't you say something?"

Harry shrugged. "If Haruhi didn't say anything why would I?"

The twins spoke in unison. "You aren't going to tell anyone?"

Harry shook his head. "Haruhi is my friend. If she doesn't have an issue with pretending to be a guy to pay back her debt, I'm not going to do anything to attempt to convince her otherwise. Besides, if Haruhi does have a problem with it, well then, I'll have to start planning my vengeance."

Tamaki visibly flinched at that.

"Was there anything else you wanted?"

Tamaki frowned. "You went too far with cursing Princess Ayanokoji."

Harry grinned mischievously at Tamaki. "Did I?"

"Of course you did! We all saw her fall. Don't deny it."

Harry mimicked Nekozawa as he chuckled. "Oh, I'm not denying it. I did curse her with a ghastly power. It is dark, insidious, and twists the mind. It will bend reality itself to accomplish my goals. It is called the Power…" Harry's voice went back to normal. "of Suggestion."

The twins blinked in surprise at that. They weren't the only ones.

Kyoya spoke up. "I see."

Tamaki looked confused. "So did you curse her or didn't you?"

Harry shook his head. "The girl's shoes were wet and she was in a hurry to leave. That accounted for the slipping. Even if she isn't superstitious, I 'cursed' her in a room full of witnesses that saw the 'effects.' I'm willing to bet that this will be blown out of proportion and there will be more than a few students that won't want to be around her in case they will be cursed too. And with how the gossip flows around schools, Ayanokoji will be constantly reminded of it and everything bad that happens to her will be attributed to the curse by the people around her. Considering the fact that she admitted to bullying a younger student will be added into the mix will mean that she's going to have a rough couple of weeks in the court of public opinion." Harry grinned. "I was able to deal with her without anything more than a tap of the finger and a statement saying that she was cursed."

Kyoya was impressed.

Tamaki was stunned.

Harry turned back to the door. "Now if you will excuse me, I have to get home to practice piano."

Once Harry had left, the Twins looked at Tamaki. "See what we meant Boss? You don't want to push him."

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. "I did have several inquiries if Harry would be joining the Host Club. Apparently word got around that he was here because Haruhi was being bullied and Harry wanted to put a stop to it. In fact, several girls were suggesting that he was a boy that was rough around the edges but was a truly good person underneath it all. I heard more than one girl describe his scars as roguish."

Tamaki's enthusiasm was back. "See, I told you. Now how to convince him? We do have the dance coming up soon." Tamaki began muttering to himself as he left the room.

The next week was rather hectic for Harry. A group of examiners from Japan's Magical Education department were coming to test progress on students. Harry had spent quite a bit of time working with his ring. His spells still came across as overly strong. He could get newer spells working after a few tries, but the power output was still a problem. Harry knew that he might get marked down in that regards, but he could perform the required spells.

Harry headed to the Black Magic Club reading a textbook. He negligently opened the door to Music Room 3 and followed his feet to the door to the Black Magic Club. The book was pulled from his grip by a certain naïve blonde. Harry paused and turned. "Souh-senpai. You are interfering with my studies."

"But what about learning to be a gentleman?"

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly. "I have no use for such trivialities. However, I do have a reading assignment to finish. Give. Me. Back. My. Book!"

Tamaki looked at the title. "The Nesting and Breeding Habits of Flying Squirrels?"

Harry nodded. "A far more important subject than purported lessons in 'gentlemanly behavior' that you constantly offer." In Japan the magical textbooks were charmed so that they looked like normal textbooks, albeit oddly titled textbooks.

Harry ignored Tamaki's ramblings. He sighed. "I didn't want to do this, but you're driving me to it." Harry reached into his coat once again and conjured a black Beelzenef puppet. As soon as the conjuration cleared the uniform jacket, Harry's book went flying into the air. Tamaki was trying to collect his composure as Harry picked up the book.

Harry caused the puppet to wave and Tamaki flinched backwards again. "I have studying to do. Good Day."

Harry looked over at the Twins that were staring at the door. "What are you doing?"

"You said you were a distraction for the Black Magic Club."

"We wanted to see the others come in."

With that the door to the Black Magic Club clicked closed and Harry grinned. "They already made it in."

When Harry entered the club room, it was a very active group of students. Nekozawa was dueling with another student, four potions were being brewed, and charms and transfiguration were being actively worked on.

Harry sat down his bag and got to work.

The next few days were very much more of the same. The only real difference was what the Host Club wore. Harry didn't understand what the big deal about dressing in costume was.

The day for the magical testing came and it was brutal. The tests was extraordinarily thorough. Once Harry was done with the paper test, he was taken to another room where his mastery over various spells was tested. The stoic-faced examiners gave nothing away. They merely marked notes down on their clipboards. Finally there was a potion-making exam, and once the sun had set, Astronomy. Harry felt he did a decent job at that.

Since he was one of the last ones to finish, Harry was walking through campus and he noticed a spotlit section outside a building. What was going on?

As he approached, he saw a couple stop dancing. Harry heard the girl announced as 'Queen of the Ball' and that the kiss that was supposed to be from Tamaki. He then saw Haruhi, dressed as a boy; go to kiss the girl on the cheek. Due to shock, Harry was unable to stop Tamaki forcing his friend to kiss the girl that was declared a Queen. As the pair separated in embarrassment, Harry's magic flared and a stiff wind sprung up, causing the cherry blossoms to briefly flood the area like a pink storm. It skewed one of the spotlights to highlight him.

Harry's footsteps echoed as he approached Tamaki. All of the observing females were watching with varying expressions. It was a well known 'fact' that the last person to do something to Fujioka was cursed by the First Year that was now walking across the courtyard. Several were watching in fear. What would happen to their Tamaki?

The Twins went to intervene, but they froze at the expression on Harry's face. They were the ones to eat the bananas.

When Harry reached the Host King, Tamaki had begun to stand. Harry grabbed the wide, purple cravat and hauled Tamaki almost upright. "What do you think you were doing?"

Tamaki saw the hard look in Potter's emerald eyes and began sputtering. "It was an accident! I swear! I was going to stop the kiss, but I slipped and… It was an accident!"

Kyoya spoke up. "He is telling the truth."

Harry turned to look at Haruhi. She nodded. "He wouldn't do that on purpose Harry."

Harry released Tamaki and briefly rubbed his forehead as the blonde got his feet underneath him. "Consider this your warning Suoh-senpai. There won't be a second one." He then straightened the blonde's cravat with a smile. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

As he walked away, Harry took out his cell and called for the driver.

Tamaki had a look on his face that he had a brush with death and was surprised to live.

The Hitachin twins decided that they would tell Harry that it was their banana peels on the steps once he calmed down. In maybe a few years, once he'd gone back to England.

Honey and Mori had tensed slightly at Potter's actions, but they both could tell that Potter was giving Tamaki a chance to explain. They recognized the look in his eyes

Kyoya was rather impressed. Potter had taken their word for it and not caused a scene. People would be talking about the dance for several days, and for more than one reason.

Deciding to mess with Tamaki, Harry smirked as he stepped into his house. "Dobby?"

"Yes Master Harry?"

Harry looked at the House Elf. "Could you do me a favor?"

Dobby nodded. 'Of course Master Harry."

As Tamaki awoke the next morning, his eyes opened blearily before they snapped open in shock. On the wall near his bed, written in the light coat of dust that had gathered between cleanings, there seemed to be a set of Kanji barely highlighted by the morning sun. He wouldn't have seen it otherwise. It simply read, 'Warning, Impending Doom.' Tamaki saw the exact same kanji on his bathroom mirror once the steam from his shower had fogged the glass. On the way out to the car, one of the gardeners was raking grass clippings and some had escaped the bag and settled on the path to the car. The same Kanji stayed there before a breeze blew the stray pieces of grass away.

By the time he got to school, Tamaki was twitching. Tamaki swore that he saw the kanji pop up at various points. The universe was warning him about something. Was Potter planning something horrible?

Kyoya sighed at Tamaki's recounting. "Magic isn't real Tamaki. Don't you remember what he said about the Power of Suggestion?"

"I'm telling you. Potter said that was my only warning! The universe knows that if I do something again, I'm doomed!"

Kyoya rolled his eyes at his friend's antics. "Listen, give it a few days and you'll realize that Potter isn't going to do anything to you."

"You promise?"

Kyoya nodded.

By the time club activities rolled around, Tamaki was still intent on talking to Potter.

Harry paused as Tamaki stood in front of him. "No Suoh-senpai, I'm not joining the Host Club."

Tamaki shook his head. "I had a completely different question for you."

Harry sighed. "What is it?"

"Were you going to curse me last night?"

"Why do you ask?"

Tamaki tried to bluster.

Harry studied the teen for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about something when he winked at the Hitachin Twins with the entirety of the Host Club, save Tamaki, catching the action. "Well, since I was planning on hitting you with something rather nasty, some of the magic left over may have read my intent and lingered. This can manifest in a variety of possibilities. Because I didn't finish the curse I don't think that any negative consequences would appear, but I'd be extra careful if I was you. I would avoid any dangerous activities, luck based games, and don't take any tests for the next week or two."

Tamaki looked relieved. "Is there anything else?"

Harry seemed to think. "Well when you wake up, even from a nap, I would recommend crowing like a rooster for the next month. And every time you sit down, whistle three times. It should help chase away any lingering magic."

Tamaki nodded resolutely. "I'll do it."

Harry nodded. "Have a good day."

The entirety of the Host Club stared at Tamaki as he sat in his chair and whistled three times.

When he got back in the Black Magic Club Room, several people followed him in. They had stayed and listened in on the conversation. "Potter, any idea on how long he's going to do that?"

Harry shrugged. "Do I get more points the longer it goes on?"

"You didn't use any magic on him, did you?"

Harry shook his head. "Of course not."

"Then yes."

Umehito was begrudgingly impressed. While Harry was gaining in points he was taking a different approach than most members, and more people were talking about him.

Harry was surprised when he was leaving the Black Magic Club and Hikaru and Kaoru called him over. "Yes?"

Hikaru and Kaoru grinned. "Harry, how would you like to get one over on Tamaki?"

Harry looked at the Hitachins. "What's the catch?"

"No catch."

"The boss said that everyone in the Host Club is homosexual supporting cast."

Harry blinked in confusion several times as he mentally processed that statement. "Huh?"

"Don't ask."

Harry thought it over. "How embarrassed do you want him?"

"Not very." They explained their plan.

"So basically you want a wig that will have Tamaki thinking that he looks like Haruhi, but everyone else thinks he looks ridiculous in?"

"Yep."

Harry grinned. "I've got just the thing. I'll bring it by tomorrow."

As Harry left, Honey looked at the twins. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

Mori looked at them. "Didn't you say he was taught by evil commoners?"

The twins looked at each other. "We'll bring a backup, just in case."

Harry cast several charms on a cheap wig he bought. The first was a confundus charm geared towards the wearer thinking that they looked like Haruhi Fujioka. The second was a keyed transfiguration.

The next day at school, Hikaru looked at what Harry handed to him. "This won't mess with the Boss' hair will it?"

Harry shook his head. "Other than embarrassment, there will be no effects."

"No industrial strength adhesive?"

"What about hair dye?"

"Or chemical hair remover?"

Harry shook his head at each one. "No, no, and no. However, the joke will only work once, so don't try it on. He can take it off without any repercussions."

"So how does it work?"

"Trade secret."

"So Harry, are you ready for Physical Exams?"

Harry frowned. "What exactly are Physical Exams? You mentioned them yesterday, but I don't know what they entail. My last school didn't do anything like that."

Hikaru and Kaoru explained what would be happening.

Harry shrugged. "Fair enough."

When the time came for Exams, Harry was guided off to the side. Copying several of the other male teens that he saw, Harry didn't bother with stepping behind the curtain to remove his shirt for chest measurements.

A gasp echoed through the observing girls.

Honey's and Mori's eyes widened at the extent of Potter's scars. The scarring made it look like something had exploded his shoulder and large scars ran across his torso. The burn ran from his neck down to the center of his chest. A wide scar ran straight across his abdomen and several other, smaller scars could be seen. His back was just as severe as the front. Some of the scars were perfectly round on both sides of the teen's body. The implications were disquieting for the pair of Third Years. He had definition to his muscles indicating hard work.

Kyoya's eyes went wide behind his glasses. As the son of a group that dealt with different facets of health care, he had been exposed to scarring of different types before. His mind recalled the note. That was the best scar reduction that could be done? Kyoya counted scars, there were over sixty different injuries that had scarred over. Inwardly he wondered what Harry Potter had gone through while at the same time, Kyoya had the thought that it was completely understandable that Harry Potter didn't like to be touched. If those scars were reduced, Kyoya didn't want to see what they were like before then.

The nurse stuttered out, "What happened to you?"

Harry shook his head and his tone was curt. "Painful things that I don't like talking about."

Haruhi's eyes were wide. She knew that Harry had said that the man that kidnapped him had tortured him, but she had no idea it was that bad.

The now paler nurse took Harry behind the curtain to finish up his exam.

Harry shrugged his uniform back on and ignored the stares and nervous glances that were sent his way.

He stood in the main area just as Tamaki stepped out of from behind a curtain and said that he was Haruhi Fujioka. Harry removed the confundus just as the transfiguration took over. The brown hair lengthened, showing a day-glow rainbow of colors beneath it. The wig had almost doubled in length. Everyone watching laughed even harder.

Honey's jaw dropped open and stayed that way.

Kyoya's and Mori's stoicism broke enough that they actually laughed before quickly stopping.

As Tamaki ripped the wig off, his eyes widened and he leapt towards Hikaru and Kaoru.

"How did you do that?! I looked just like Haruhi."

The twins couldn't breathe they were laughing so hard. Getting Harry on board was an amazing idea. They finally were able to calm down enough to answer. "It's payback for your comments yesterday. We asked for Harry's help."

Tamaki turned and Harry was picking up the wig. Harry smirked at the blonde. "Suoh-senpai, neon colors like that really don't work for you." He tucked the wig into the coat pocket and walked out of the room. He reverted the transfiguration as he walked.

Nekozawa came up. "You do realize that since you used magic, that doesn't count towards any points in our dark contest."

Harry nodded. "Of course. Besides, the Hitachin Twins asked for help, so it doesn't work with the contest anyway."

Nekozawa grinned. "That aside, it was an exemplary demonstration of a keyed transfiguration. You truly have embraced the dark powers we study. Well done."

Harry found a quiet place to sit. The stares were just as annoying as back in Great Britain.

After dealing with the doctor that was looking for his daughter, Honey and Mori were headed away from the clinic. Honey paused as he saw Potter sitting in the courtyard. "I'm impressed."

Harry looked at the teen. "That prank? It was nothing."

Honey shook his head. "I've seen similar scars before. I'm not going to ask what happened. It's not my business."

Mori spoke. "Scars like that mean you survived. They command respect."

Harry stood. "Thanks." His voice indicated that Harry didn't believe the pair.

Honey tossed Usa-chan in the air. "If you want to learn how to fight really well, let me know. My family teaches self defense and combat techniques."

"Maybe once classes settle down a bit."

Honey grinned. "Good. We'll even eat some cake together."

Mori said nothing, simply bowing slightly before he and Honey left.

Harry stared at the two upperclassmen as they walked away. What was that?

AN: Harry will take Honey and Mori up on the offer. I tried to write the scenes; but they didn't measure up, didn't flow well, and seemed to interrupt the story and the direction I wanted it to take. So please just assume that it all happens in the background.