CHAPTER: II

Haruhi finished her second song. It was uncomfortable sitting on her trunk. She stretched out her arms. Thud her hands collided with something. "Ouch!" A voice out of nowhere yelled.

"Who's there?" Haruhi called out, but no one replied. "I know someone is out there, I'm not stupid you know…"

Suddenly, a boy appeared holding a strange cloak. He had untidy jet-black hair, and brilliant green eyes, which were covered with round spectacles. She glanced at his forehead, which bore a lightning shaped scar. "Harry Potter…" She whispered.

Rubbing his cheek he said, "I think this is going to bruise."

Haruhi totally forgot she had just accidentally punched him in the face. She quickly apologized, "Oh! So, so, so, sorry! I didn't mean to. You see it's uncomfortable sitting on this trunk and my rear was bothering me, so —" She suddenly stopped, her face turning scarlet. "Eheheheh… Forget I mentioned that… I'm so sorry! I —"

Harry cut her off. "It's alright! Seriously…" He added taking note of her worried expression.

"Well, okay…" She said examining his face, making sure he wasn't lying.

"You know my name, so may I know yours?" Harry asked grinning. He thought she was very pretty, but he had someone else occupying his mind right now.

"My name is Fujioka Haruhi," she said holding out her hand.

"Good to meet you… Err — Fujioka?" Harry said shaking her hand.

Haruhi forgot that Japan's customs were different and said, "Oh, you can call me Haruhi. Fujioka is my last name. You see in Japan we say our last names first and…" She was too lazy to finish her sentence.

"Why are you sitting out here?" Harry asked. It was indeed strange for a person to sit on their trunk in the middle of a hallway.

"Well, there were no more empty compartments, so I decided to just sit here," She explained.

"Well, you can come with me and my friends in my compartment," He said and started dragging Haruhi's trunk without waiting for her answer. Grinning, she followed her new friend.

They stopped at a compartment only a little distance away from where Haruhi was just sitting. Harry slid open the compartment door and it revealed inside: A thin and tall boy with flaming red hair, who had freckles, but weren't really noticeable; a girl, who had brown eyes and bushy brown hair. Haruhi thought she was quite pretty; a round faced boy holding a toad; and a girl with dirty blonde hair reading a magazine upside down. She smiled nervously at all of them, and they smiled back.

"This is Haruhi Fujioka everyone," Harry announced pointing at Haruhi. Harry introduced her to each of them, "That guy over there with the red hair — his name is Ron Weasley," Haruhi waved. Ron waved back — a little too enthusiastically. "She's Hermione Granger, the best witch in our year," Harry said as he indicated to Hermione who smiled, her face slightly pink. "May I introduce you to Neville Longbottom — the guy holding the toad," Neville waved, but forgot he was holding Trevor, which hopped out of the compartment with Neville chasing after him. "And last but not least," Harry turned towards the girl with dirty blonde hair, "This is Luna Lovegood."

"Pleased to meet you," Luna said watching Haruhi with curious eyes.

"I'm pleased to meet you too — pleased to meet all of you!" Haruhi said beaming.

She took a seat in between Ron and Luna. And almost immediately after she sat down, everyone started asking her questions about where she came from, why they hadn't seen her before— because she certainly didn't look like a first year. Haruhi explained of the devastating turmoil that overcame her country, which caused the closure of Ouran Academy and the transfer of students to the European schools. Everyone was silent after she told her story.

"Ouran Academy…" Hermione whispered. "Oh!" Hermione yelled out with surprise. "I forgot, the reason why we couldn't stay in the prefects carriage today, was because the transfer students from Ouran Academy would be using it! Why were you outside Haruhi? Aren't you supposed to be with them?" Hermione asked bewildered.

"Oh! Right! I forgot!" Haruhi said smacking herself in the forehead and started to laugh. 'I can't believe this girl," Harry thought to himself smiling.

"Well, go on then," Ron told her.

"I don't know where this prefect's carriage is though…" Haruhi said.

"I see, then…" Ron said as he got up, "I'll show you." Ron walked towards the compartment door and slid it open. "After you… Ladies first," He said as he bowed.

"Ha, Ha, very funny…" Haruhi said as she walked out the door. Ron followed after her.

Crash "Arrggghh!" Ron yelled. "Ouch!" Haruhi whimpered rubbing her red forehead.

"What happened!?" Harry asked apparently shocked.

"Well," Haruhi started, still rubbing her forehead. "I was waiting for Ron outside, but I forgot about my stuff, so I ran back in and — " She imitated a car crash by making unusual sound affects and waving her arms like she was trying to fly, "Me and Ron crashed into each other…"

Silence fell in the once noisy compartment… Suddenly, everyone was laughing. Harry was rolling on the floor hardly able to breathe. Ron whispered to Haruhi, "C'mon I bet they won't notice us…"

They slipped out of the compartment. "So, where is the prefect's compartment?" Haruhi asked.

"It's at the way front," Ron replied. After much walking and laughing — at Ron's hilarious imitations of these guys called Crabbe and Goyle — they stopped in front of a compartment door that looked slightly more elegant than all the rest.

"Well, here we are…" Ron said as he slid open the door. Haruhi gasped as she saw the incredible sight before her.