AN: I don't think I need to say anything at this point.

Harry arrived on campus and Nekozawa was walking next to him. "Harry Potter, during the cultural festival, you will be the First Year representative in the magical events. The main event will be dueling as well as practical demonstrations." He scowled. "I would brush up on Shinto rites and find a way to get around that magic. Lobelia is particularly difficult to get around. Last year they wore out our contender while merely shielding."

Harry nodded. "I'll find a way."

About a week later, the Cultural Exchange Festival began.

Harry had acquitted himself well in the practical portion. The duels would take place on the second day. Gabrielle was one of the contenders for the Middle School students. In preparation for tomorrow's events, Harry had sequestered himself with the other members of the club to study and get in some last minute practice.

Gabrielle was headed to meet up with Harry when her path was blocked by a trio of girls in the doorway to the Music Room.

"Lobelia!"

"Lobelia!"

"Lobelia!"

Gabrielle frowned, but still harmonized. "You're in my way!"

Gabrielle pushed past the taller girls once the trio stopped their singing because of the interruption. "Has Harry passed through here?"

Hikaru and Kaoru spoke up. "Yeah, and he's still in there."

"Thanks."

Gabrielle began skipping to the door, but the older girl grabbed Gabrielle's wrist. "What is a maiden such as you doing here?"

Gabrielle sharply pulled her hand away. "I'm going to visit my fiancé."

"You should stay here with us."

Gabrielle snorted. "Why would I stay here with you when I could be with my Harry?" Her tone became adoring. "He's kind, caring, handsome, strong, skilled in the kitchen, interested in the arts, and always trying to better himself." She changed back to her previous tone. "Even if he wasn't any of those, I would still pick him over a girl. There's no reason to stay here with you."

She quickly walked away.

Chizuru scowled. "It's truly sad that such a maiden has been entrapped by a boorish man."

This remark set off peals of laughter from everyone in the Host Club. Even Mori and Kyoya were chuckling.

Benio frowned and her tone was one of impugned female dignity. "Something like that is no laughing manner."

Hiakaru and Kaoru kept laughing until they were near tears. They had actually fallen to the floor.

Haruhi collected herself first, but she still giggled slightly. "It's not that. If anything, Gabrielle is the one doing the trapping."

This comment confused the Zuka Club.

Haruhi continued. "Gabrielle decided that she and Harry were engaged. With her family's traditions, it is the girl's choice. She is dead set on convincing Harry that they will be together. They went on their first date about a week ago, and from Harry told me, he actually had fun. In all truth, they're well matched."

Anything that would be said was interrupted by Harry exiting the Black Magic Club Room. He was smiling ruefully as Gabrielle happily clung to him. A smudge of lipstick could be seen at the corner of Harry's mouth.

The Zuka Club stepped in front of the clearly inferior boy that the maiden had latched onto him and began insisting that Gabrielle come with them. Gabrielle stared at the trio. "Why should I?"

Hinako sneered at Harry. "Because a flower such as you shouldn't be chained to a man."

Benio went to touch Gabrielle's face but was surprised as the younger girl mercilessly bent her fingers the wrong way. Any words Benio was going to say were lost in an exclamation of pain.

Every member of the Host Club winced. Yeah, they saw that coming.

"The only person that is allowed to touch me is Harry." Gabrielle scowled as she released the girl's hand. "As for why I'm not coming with you, it's simple. Let me put it in straightforward, easy to understand terms." She reached down and clutched the front of Harry's pants. "You don't have the equipment I need to have green-eyed, messy-haired babies. Besides, all I see here are three girls that need some sense knocked into them about how the real world works.""

Harry's face went atomic red as jaws dropped from everyone watching. "GABBY!" He tried to dance away, but he couldn't go very far.

Gabrielle released her mate and a coy smile returned to her face as she pulled Harry past the stunned Zuka Club. "Let's go grab a bite to eat Harry. I must admit, it's more impressive than when we kissed in the pool."

"Gabby, you can't just grab me like that!"

"And why is that?" Gabrielle was honestly curious about the response. Her voice was one of stating a fact that should be obvious. "You're my fiancé. I wouldn't have a problem if you grabbed me like that. But you should start with my chest. There's more to hold onto. It will be more enjoyable for the both of us."

Harry massaged his forehead as he tried to get his blush under control. "For starters, we're in public. Second…" The conversation cut off as the door shut.

Well acquainted with Gabrielle's rather… forward and audacious actions in regards to Harry, the Host Club shook the shock off first.

The Twins spoke up. "See what we mean? That is how she flirts with him." They resolved to tease Harry about it later and ask for the details of the date and pool excursion.

The Zuka Club stared at the door in astonishment and confusion. A beautiful maiden shouldn't act like that.

Haruhi spoke up. "Not to be rude, but who exactly are you?"

The Zuka Club took the chance to get their introduction back on track.

Harry was focused on the dueling part of the competition. Using foci other than wands was very different. For starters, the spell would generally start in front of the caster, and dodging and shielding was necessary since the path of the spell was usually determined by the caster. There was no wand to aim the spell so it followed the path that was envisioned.

Harry's preparations for the Triwizard as well as all his time keeping an eye out for Bludgers had served him well. The final was between him and a first year girl from Lobelia. Her speed was impressive. She would use a shield spell to begin and once her opponent had tired, she would attack with a rather ferocious speed. Harry had been analyzing the duels and he had also found an old spell that might be the one the girl was using. Considering that her dueling uniform was that of a miko, it was possibility. However, there was one key weakness that Harry had noticed.

Harry had bowed, but the girl hadn't returned the courtesy.

The opalescent shield appeared as Harry cast his first spell, a simple tickling hex.

Harry gestured and the entire shield lifted off the ground and shot into the air, taking the girl with it.

Jaws dropped from the observers. Harry jumped out of the way of a spell as the girl fell from the sky. Harry allowed his ring to overpower his next spell, a knockback hex. Since it was far beyond the power level that he had used up until this point, it shattered the still-airborne girl's shield, throwing her out of the area warded for dueling, resulting in her loss.

Harry respectfully bowed when his victory was announced.

The girl frowned. "I bet you think that you're something special to have beaten me."

Harry blinked in shock at the girl's venomous tone. "Not really. You fought well, as did everyone else here today."

His opponent scoffed. "You're simply stoking your pride. You could never truly measure up to a proper example of femininity."

Harry frowned. He remembered a discussion that he had shared with Sirius about the topic of why he should work to not get girls angry at him. "I've seen three true examples of femininity in my life. The first was my mother that gave her life to save mine. She made the ultimate sacrifice for love. The next was a nesting Hungarian Horntail. She showed strength and refused to back down even when chained. Regardless of the situation, she showed her strength and she attempted to kill a possible threat to her clutch. The third is a quarter-veela that I've began to date. Her compassion and caring is inspirational. Regardless of what people said, she wouldn't leave my side and helped to care for me while I was recovering from rather severe damage due to dark curses." He scoffed back at the girl and fixed her with a flat stare. "Quite frankly, you don't measure up." Spinning on his heel and with his Black Magic Club cloak flapping behind him, Harry turned and walked off the platform. The girl's jaw dropped at his words.

Gabrielle had finished her own competition with enough time to see Harry beat his opponent. She glomped Harry as soon as he was clear of the stage and proceeded to show Harry exactly how happy she was at his words.

The entirety of the Black Magic Club plus Gabrielle was returning to their club room for a celebration. They froze at the sight of the Host Club all dressed as women.

"Ouran Host Club welcomes you!"

All the various charms to avoid attention simultaneously failed.

Words fell from Harry's mouth. "I…don't want to know. I just don't want to know."

One of the club members made a sign to ward off evil. "My eyes! THEY BURN!"

Another one shouted in a deep voice. "Be gone foul demons! I command you to return from the hellish pit from whence you came!"

Nekozawa looked at Beelzenef. The cat puppet was trying to gouge out its eyes. "Not even the dark powers of Beelzenef could cause such a horrific scene. It is too dark, even for me."

Reiko looked at Honey. "Honey-kun? You must be cursed! I'll find a way to free you, I promise."

Gabrielle spoke up. "Why don't we go to the club room? We do have something to celebrate."

The members of the Black Magic Club fled for the sanctuary of the room.

Harry shook his head as he walked away. "I'm so glad I didn't join the Host Club."

Gabrielle latched onto Harry. "Me too. I prefer you as a male."

Meanwhile, Gabrielle cast a delayed slipping hex on all three Lobelia girls. It would only work once or twice, but it would be funny when it did.

Hikaru and Kaoru woke up as their maids brought the phone. "Kyoya-senpai, what do you want so early in the morning?"

"So the Boss is worried that Haruhi is living in squalor and we're all going to visit her? Yeah, we just need to get ready to go."

As the Twins got prepared for the visit, their mother met them at the breakfast table. "I have Miss Delacour's kimono ready. Since you're going to be in the area, could you drop it off at Harry's house?"

Since Harry didn't live too far from Haruhi's house, it wouldn't be a problem. "Sure."

Harry woke up and began to get ready for the day. As had become the norm, Gabrielle came over for breakfast and to practice using the piano. Harry had to admit the snogging sessions were enjoyable.

After lunch, Harry was out shopping for groceries. Gabrielle had insisted that she accompany him.

Harry encountered the Host Club at the supermarket he frequented as well as Haruhi and Ranka.

Haruhi smiled. "Hey Harry. Are you shopping for groceries?"

Harry nodded. "So did the Host Club have an 'explore a commoner supermarket day' today?"

Haruhi frowned. "Only Tamaki-senpai is here."

Harry shrugged. "Well I saw Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori-senpai, Honey-senpai, and Ootori-senpai here as well."

Haruhi grumbled. "Yes, they invited themselves over to my house. I went shopping for a late lunch/early dinner."

Harry smiled. "Do you want to use my house? Your place is kind of small for that many people."

Tamaki froze. He could get a chance to see Potter's piano. "You should take him up on that offer Haruhi. We have been rather imposing."

Haruhi looked at Harry before sneaking a glance at Gabrielle. "Are you sure it's ok?"

Harry nodded and Gabby pouted. "Sure. Besides, you won't have to do dishes." He looked at Tamaki, "However, you have to leave when I tell you to."

The four picked out everything necessary for a large meal and headed back to Harry's house with the rest of the Host Club in tow. Dobby, being the almost ever-present elf, had already hidden all of the magical evidence and frozen the paintings.

Tamaki had taken two steps into the living room and froze. "C'est impossible!"

Gabby turned to face the blonde. "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?"

Tamaki was still in shock. "Le Vol du Cigne!" He then turned to Harry and switched back to Japanese. "Where did you get that piano?!"

Harry shrugged as he was taking groceries into the kitchen. "It was a gift from my godfather. He insisted that I have a quality instrument to play on."

"Where did he get it?!"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, I never asked. He said it was in the family's collection, gathering dust."

Tamaki flitted around the piano like a hummingbird, repeating the same phrase: "I can't believe it. This really is Le Vol du Cigne!"

Harry looked at the Hosts who were confused. "What is Le Vol du Cigne?"

Tamaki looked astonished at the black-haired lord. "It's a piano!"

Harry frowned slightly. "I know that."

Tamaki shook his head and was hesitant to actually touch the instrument. "Back in the early 1900's Erard made two masterpieces. They were sister pianos. One is La Mort du Cigne, or the Death of the Swan. The other was Le Vol du Cigne, or The Flight of the Swan. Le Vol du Cigne was believed to be stolen. No one knows how, but it simply disappeared. Several people have referred to it as The Theft of the Swan."

Haruhi frowned. "Why would they call it that?"

Gabrielle nodded. "Because in French, le vol has two meanings: flight and theft."

Tamaki nodded. "Exactly! Both pianos were considered works of art and excellent instruments, especially for their time. I think that La Mort du Cigne sold for over 40 million Yen at one point."

Harry blinked. Apparently somewhere along the line, the Blacks were thieves, or the Potters. Sirius hadn't said which family it came from. "Oh. Well then, would you like to play it for a bit while we get dinner going? It is in tune."

Tamaki looked like Harry had just gifted him Haruhi's hand in marriage. "Can I really?!"

"I just said you could."

If Harry hadn't known better; he would have thought that Tamaki apparated to the stool in front of the piano. He gingerly sat himself and carefully lifted the cover for the keyboard. He ran his fingers that over the ornate carvings of the piano and began to play a piece from Chopin.

The piano sang under the hands of a skilled player. As Tamaki finished one piece he fluidly switched to another.

Gabrielle insisted on helping in the kitchen, providing a buffer so that Haruhi and Harry wouldn't accidentally touch.

When the meal was finally ready, Tamaki finished the composition that he was on. The Host King had a smile on his face. "Harry Potter I thank you for this opportunity."

Harry brushed it off. "Thanks. I'm just glad that I could hear what it was truly capable of doing. I'm afraid that my skills are not up to such a level just yet."

Seeing an opportunity, Tamaki pounced on it. "Harry, I will pay you for lessons."

Harry frowned. "You don't need lessons. Especially from a beginner like me."

Tamaki shook his head. "No, I give you lessons, and pay you for the opportunity to use the piano."

Harry frowned slightly. "I'll consider it, but you have to keep all your 'gentlemanly' comments to yourself. It's a piano lesson."

Tamaki winced. "I'll try."

A few weeks after the shared dinner, Harry had greatly improved on the piano thanks to his tutoring by Tamaki.

Harry was taking a test for his piano class and was late for his club time. He stepped into Music Room 3 as a little blonde girl began exclaiming happily. "There's debauchery here. Yay! There's debauchery here!"

Harry froze at the comment. He watched, flabbergasted at the scene. The little girl then began assigning types to the Hosts. As he entered the club room, Harry heard the little girl introduce herself as Kirimi.

He was shaking his head. Umehito was reading an advanced spell book when he looked up. "Harry, what dark power has you shocked?"

Harry shook his head. "Some little girl named Kirimi was declaring that the Host Club was filled with debauchery. And yes, that was the exact wording she used."

Umehito immediately headed towards the door. He pulled out his phone, sent a very rapid text, and called out, "Potter, you're in charge."

Once Umehito had left the room, Harry turned to Reiko. The girl had a sad smile on her face. "What was that? He didn't even take his cloak."

Reiko sighed. "It's complicated. Umehito-Senpai's family is divided. Several can use magic, but there is also a large amount that can't. It's almost a third. His sister, Kirimi, hasn't shown any ability with magic just yet. They haven't told her about magic because she's too young to keep a secret. Couple that with Senpai's curse, it makes things difficult. Umehito-senpai wants to be a good older brother, but the fact that he needs darkness scares his sister."

Harry nodded. "So why did he put me in charge?"

One of the other members scoffed. "Seriously? You held your own against most of the Club until the President joined in. Even then, you landed a hit on him."

Harry continued his studies, but a few people came and asked him questions that would normally be asked of Umehito. Harry was surprised that they were things he actually knew. With his ring, Harry had mastered several spell groups quickly. He hadn't realized that he was more advanced than some of the Second Years.

Umehito came back in the room looking dejected. He threw the wig and cloak onto a chair in frustration. One of his friends merely patted the blonde on his shoulder consolingly.

Nekozawa came over to Harry. "I'm going to be taking a few days leave to attend to family matters. During that time, you're in charge."

Nekozawa then began packing his satchel. He left without a word.

The next few days were interesting for Harry. He found that he actually enjoyed helping the others. He devoted extra time to his studies, even branching out into areas of study that he hadn't previously touched. Runes were a lot like Kanji. He used the language acquisition charm, and he was able to begin to pick them up fairly well. However, the rules for working them together would take time and practice to learn.

As she watched, Gabrielle was surprised at her fiancé. He was full of hidden talent. Harry was perfect.

Umehito made an appearance. "Miss Delacour, can I have a moment of your time?"

This confused several people. Normally the President stayed at the other end of the room from the part-veela.

Gabby nodded. "Sure."

Umehito took a deep breath. "What can you tell me about your friend Renge?"

Gabrielle looked confused for a brief moment. "Why do you want to know about Renge?"

"Well, she radiates a malevolence that is positively enrapturing. Her eyes burn like red-hot coals from the fiery pits of hell; incinerating my very soul."

Gabrielle smiled. "Let me tell you all about her."

As they left that day, Harry noted that Haruhi was reading a stack of books to a little girl.

Harry paused. "What are you reading Haruhi?" He could have sworn that Haruhi had just said the words 'love slave.'

"Shoujo Manga." Disgust colored the girl's tone.

Kirimi turned to examine the new arrivals. The girl's eyes widened. "You've enslaved her haven't you?"

Harry was thrown by the comment. "Excuse me?"

"It's just like the story! A delinquent enslaved a beautiful girl with debauchery and lust!"

Gabrielle grinned at the girl. "He hasn't yet, but I hold out hope."

Haruhi and Harry facepalmed.

Gabby continued. "Besides, Harry isn't a delinquent."

"But he has scars."

Gabrielle smiled. "Harry may have scars, but he's actually a handsome knight that saved my life. One of those scars is from when he rescued me. I love him."

Kirimi's eyes widened. "Really?"

Gabrielle nodded. "Really. The boys in stories don't measure up to the men in real life. And sometimes the heroes get hurt."

Kirimi seemed to think about that. She asked, hopeful, "But is there still debauchery?"

"I'm working on it."

Kirimi nodded happily. "Good Luck!"

Harry led Gabrielle away from the little girl.

Because Gabrielle had forgotten something, they went to the middle school. As they were headed through the courtyard, Harry saw Kirimi hugging Umehito. Harry walked over and covered the older teen with a cloak that he pulled from his satchel. Harry could tell that Nekozawa was on the verge of collapse.

"Thanks Harry."

Harry nodded and he and Gabrielle left the campus.

Gabrielle was surprised when Renge arrived home with an odd look on her face.

"Renge, are you okay?"

Renge blinked a few times and her face cleared. "Gabrielle, Nekozawa-senpai asked me on a date."

"Really?"

"He has tickets to a game convention. He asked if I would accompany him."

Gabrielle grinned. "Well, he did think you were pretty. He asked me about you."

Renge's confusion was evident on her face. "Really?"

Gabrielle smiled. "It appears that you unlocked a secret route."

"But he's obsessed with the occult!"

Gabrielle smiled. "And you're obsessed with games. If you find a good occult-themed game, then the both of you would enjoy it."

"But…"

Gabrielle cut her off. "Nekozawa was going to get the platinum VIP passes. That means you get to go in an hour early." She'd told him to do that.

Renge's eyes widened. "If I go, I get in early?"

Gabrielle nodded. "You can get more of the limited edition stuff without having to delve into your expense account to buy it from people who go ahead of you. Besides, I'm sure you can get a costume for him. Knowing Umehito-senpai, he'd wear it."

Renge got a calculating look on her face. Without the cloak and wig, he was handsome. "Maybe I should go. Why is he so sensitive to light?"

Gabby hesitated. She couldn't mention the Nekozawa family's magical heritage. Renge didn't know about magic. "It's a condition similar to photosensitivity. Too much light can cause him physical pain. Sure he can push past it if the situation calls for it. If Harry hadn't put the cloak on Umehito-senpai, he would have collapsed from the pain." It sapped his magic as well.

Renge frowned slightly. "So it wasn't all an act?"

"Not entirely. He can handle small amounts of bright light. He just finds it easier to do the whole act that he does. Umehito-senpai also has difficulty talking to people. He's actually a nice guy once you get to know him. But I know that Umehito-senpai likes pastries and crepes with berries in them."

Renge continued to think about the upperclassman's request.

A few days later, everyone was surprised when Reiko burst into the Black Magic Club at a run and headed over to the potion area. Most of the Club had already left for the day. Gabrielle hadn't shown up yet because of testing.

Harry approached the frantic girl. "Reiko, working on a potion when you're upset is never a good idea. What is going on?"

Reiko looked distraught. "Honey has a cavity. If I can brew the tooth repair potion before he goes to a dentist, he'll be fine."

Harry had to smile at the dropped honorific. "Well, as long as he doesn't know it's a magical potion and no one finds out, I won't say a word."

Reiko smiled. "Thanks Harry." She busied herself with the potion.

The next few days were full of Honey trying to beg treats. Reiko tried to convince Honey to drink the potion. She insisted that it was an herbal remedy for a toothache and that he could eat sweets again once it took effect.

When Harry confirmed that it worked very well, Kyoya 'accidentally' knocked it over.

Reiko positively glared at the upperclassman. She ran back into the club room. Reiko had used the last of one of the ingredients and would have to go in search of more. She went to scour the shopping district.

Sadly, Reiko wouldn't be able to complete the potion in time for Honey's appointment.

Once he was cleared for sweets again, Honey was treated to a Butterbeer courtesy of Harry. The short martial artist begged for a second bottle. Reiko happily became the sugar addict's supplier. She even baked him a Butterbeer cake on the last day before Summer Break. Honey almost proposed to the girl after tasting her cooking.

AN: There actually exists a piano call La Mort du Cygne. It's rather beautiful.