Harry Potter's day was spiraling down the drain. First there had been the random butterflies that causes major panic and eventually led to someone knocking a goblet of pumpkin juice on his lap. Then there was the ominous warning from the Weasley twins on the dreaded O.W.L. Ron had chased away Cho Chang with his tactless questions on her Quidditch team. Snape had practically given him a fail for the class, and finally, the toad Umbridge sent him to Professor McGonagall. And now, there was the said teacher looking at him like he was another Weasley prank.

"Why aren't you in class?" Peeves swooped away, cackling gleefully.

"I've been sent to see you." said Harry stiffly.

"Sent? What do you mean sent?"

He showed her the note, and day grew worse and worse as her eyes grew narrower and narrower. Finally, when she finished reading, her head snapped up and she ordered her to enter her office. Harry glumly followed.

Inside, he saw two other people, one with orange hair and one with white, sitting on chairs. Their backs were turned to him, and so for a moment he thought it was the Weasley twins and one of them had a misfired spell. Until they both turned around and looked at Harry with keen brown and gold eyes.

It was like seeing a reflection on a cursed mirror. The orange haired fifth year(his robes were obviously in that grade) had a scowl set on his face and in his brown eyes looked at him as if to determine if he was an ally or an enemy. His double on the other hand was grinning like the Cheshire Cat and looked at him as if to determine his strength. His eyes had black sclera and his golden eyes glinted madly.

"Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Yes,"

"You called her a liar?"

"Yes."

"You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?"

Before he could answer the last part, the white haired twin laughed. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? What's with wizards and their long titles?" His voice was warbled like he was speaking through water.

The other one poked him in the ribs with a rather thin elbow. Harry faced the two with his mouth open. Who didn't know about Voldemort?

"Mr. Kuro," said Professor McGonagall in a stern voice, "I suggest you remain silent until I finish with Potter."

"But Teachy, we were here first!" whined the white hair, plowing on despite the orange hair attempting to break his ribs to get him to shut up. His voice sent goose bumps up Harry's arm. It was creepy and unnatural.

"Mr. Kuro, please address me by my proper name, and Mr. Kuro, please stop ribbing your twin before he cracks a bone."

The orange hair reluctantly put down his arm, shooting the teacher a look that said, he wouldn't have broken a rib.

"Teachy, it's not nice to keep guests waiting in your office! My, my, I would have expected more from a Hoggy teachy, but I guess not!"

McGonagall's eyes flared up with fury. The white haired one grinned wider. Harry was dumbfounded. Who were they? And a Hoggy teachy? Did the two fifth years have a death wish?

"Potter, stand outside the door. We'll resume our talk later." Professor McGonagall didn't even turn her head when she waved him out, too busy glaring holes into the white hair. He rushed out, not wanting to be caught in her anger, and the door slammed shut behind him.

Now that he thought about it, he had never seen the two fifth years before. He was certain the bright orange hair and the whiteness of the twins would have been the center of attention from day one. He glanced at the door. It couldn't hurt to eavesdrop on them, could it? He crouched by the door and pushed his ear to the wood.

"-supposed to be under Ministry watch because of your, unusual abilities, but of course the Headmaster argued against them, insisting your freedoms."

Here he heard them mutter in agreement.

"But the best they could agree on was that you two will be staying in the Hogwarts castle until proven that you pose no threat to the wizarding community. No complaining! You cannot step outside the Hogwarts grounds. You two are transfers from the Japanese magical schools. You two can cast a spell, right? With your magic abilities, it should be easy. Later in the week, a wandmaker will come to the school for your wands."

"Ah, Professor McGonagall, we can supply our own wands. Right, Shiro?"

"How, Mr. Kuro, do you intend to do that?" asked Professor McGonagall in a curious voice.

"We won't tell, Teachy, mostly because Potty is listening outside the door, aren't you Potty?"

Harry felt like an ice cold hand grabbed his heart when his name was mentioned. He scrambled back and tried to look innocent. The door burst open and the white hair stepped out. He looked down at Harry, his golden eyes flashing.

"POTTER!" barked Professor McGonagall.

Harry winced. He was dead for sure. He nervously looked up at Professor McGonagall who joined the white hair by the door. Steam was practically coming out from her nostrils, and she looked more intimidating than a dragon.

Ichigo, on the other hand, had yet to leave the office. Quick, what do we do? He heard our conversation!

Ask Zangetsu, he's the smart one!

Make some small talk, buy some time to think!

Ichigo spotted the pink slip on McGonagall's desk. He grabbed it, forced himself to calm down, and easily stepped out.

"Professor, I wouldn't be so hard on him," said the orange hair. Harry's head snapped towards him as he walked out, reading Umbridge's note. "After all, he had detention every evening this week, starting tomorrow."

"Damn, unlucky guy. Lemme see that note," said the twin as he snatched the pink parchment out of his hands. They had their fair share of improvisation between skipping out of school and explaining why Ichigo was supposedly found unconscious on the streets. And they learned the hard way that you need to buy some time first.

Nodding, white hair grinned and read, "Every day at five o'clock, for being disrespectful towards the teacher, spreading lies to scare other students, etc. Well, at least he didn't skip classes like you did, King."

"I had reasons for that, Shiro," growled orange hair, "and you know it." Shiro grinned wider. But inwardly both were flinching at the rising reiatsu of the teacher beside them.

Shiro, quick, McGonagall is gonna blow!

"POTTER!" McGonagall yelled again. "SAY ONE WORD, AND-"

"Teachy, don't yell in the hallways, especially when there's class going on!" gasped Shiro with fake horror. On the outside both twins looked relaxed, but inside they were having a rapid conversation.

Zangetsu old man, got anything yet?

Damn, if only we had a memory modifier.

Ichigo, we can convince him that we are transfers of we play this right.

How Zangetsu?

Just listen to me and repeat.

Ichigo nodded. Bending down in front of Harry, who was still sitting on the floor, he extended an arm and said, "Ichiro Kuro, fifth year from the Magical Academy of Japan. And that is my twin brother, Shiro Kuro, also fifth year. Nice to meet you." Shiro, his brother, Harry noticed, seemed oddly ticked when Ichiro mentioned his name.

Harry quickly mumbled, "Harry Potter, nice to meet you, too." He grasped the offered arm and stood up. When he did, he noticed both teenagers were unusually tall and thin, almost thinner than him.

Ichiro continued speaking. "We're here because the Japanese have unique magical abilities. Originally, we were sent to convince the Ministry that Japanese magic isn't a threat to them, but the Headmaster of Hogwarts decided it would be better to interact with students our age. We can't leave Hogwarts because the Japanese wizarding communities are still under suspicion from the British."

Smooth old man.

We should ask him for help more often. Our lies suck.

Shh. Focus.

Harry nodded. It fit perfectly with what he heard, but something seemed off. He looked suspiciously at the two. "Where are your wands?" he demanded.

Ichigo froze. Shiro, who had stepped closer to stand next to him, grinned wider to hide his nervousness.

Uh, Zangetsu? We got a problem.

Hang on, I'm concentrating.

Harry looked at Ichiro and Shiro expectantly. Behind him, he saw Professor McGonagall frown and shift feet. Harry looked at the two. They seemed to be concentrating on something. Probably another excuse, he thought as he waited. Inwardly, he smirked. He had them now.

Old man, anytime soon?!

It's hard to make myself into a twig! And into two of them! Wait another moment!

We don't have another moment!

Hurry up!

Done!

Ichigo suddenly felt a weight in his sleeve. He reached up and pulled out a rather long black wand made completely out of metal. Next to him, Shiro pulled out a similar wand, only white in color. Both of them smirked. "These are our wands, Harry Potter."