Warnings: slash, bullying

Disclaimers: Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisuko Hatori and associates of whom I am not one. Harry Potter belongs to JKR, Warner Bros, Scholastic, and tons of other companies I'm sure. But not me.

Featuring: Ickle!Takashi, Awesome!Harry, and Amused!Takashi

First Crush

"Stupid rich kids!" the boy screaming this was no more than nine or ten years old, but still a good deal larger than those who had drawn his ire. "You think you're so much better than us."

"Just because you have a lot of money doesn't mean you can just ignore us!" shouted another boy who seemed the same age as the other.

In total, there were three older boys, all wearing the uniform of a local public elementary school. They were large for their age, but their faces gave them away for their true years. In the middle of the group of three sat two boys who were obviously much younger and wearing the uniform of Ouran Shou Gakkou, the most elite private elementary in all of Japan.

Having been thrown to the ground, Morinozuka Takashi was fighting off tears as he tried to protect his younger cousin from the bullies. When they were hit, Mitsukuni had hit his head on the pavement, and he wouldn't wake up even when Takashi shook him, or the one kick that Takashi hadn't been able to block ended up hitting the blond boy in the ribs. Next time they felt like walking home, Takashi knew he would remember this and never do it again. Taking a car was less painful.

It shouldn't be like this! Takashi thought as tears streamed down his face when a kick caught his ankle. The Morinozuka and Haninozuka families were famed for their martial arts skill, and even though Takashi and Mitsukuni had only just started learning after Mitsukuni's sixth birthday, they should have been able to do something. Takashi should have been able to protect his cousin, but he couldn't.

Another kick was being thrown towards Mitsukuni, and Takashi knew he wouldn't be able to move in the way of that one either. He lurched in front of the offending appendage anyway.

But the sound of his cousin's unconscious whimpers did not come, nor the sharp smack of rubber shoe-sole on skin. Takashi didn't feel like he had been kicked, and though he landed on hard concrete, he was not injured in any way from it. He looked up to find two of the boys were in the air, their feet kicking in protest of leaving the ground, while the third had turned tail.

Of course, the two boys weren't in the air under their own steam. The back collars of their shirts were being clenched in the fists of a man who was looking very sternly at them. He was Caucasian, likely American or European, and dressed in obviously designer casual clothes. Takashi had seen one of his older cousins in a similar outfit, and the designer "Hitachiin" came to mind. The man – for he looked to be perhaps in his early twenties, if Takashi was any judge of age – had hair that was blacker and messier than any of the Morinozuka family, and brilliant green eyes the likes of which he had never seen.

With the spring sunlight behind him creating a glow and halo of light, Takashi wondered if he and his cousin had been saved by an angel.

"You boys will never do this again, understand?" The voice was quiet and cold as the struggling children were scolded. "Go home. I'm sure your parents will know what to do with you." They were dropped the last few inches to the ground and ran off.

The man crouched down to Takashi's level, digging through a bag that had been over his shoulder. Takashi watched curiously, but said nothing. He knew he should call his father to get a ride home, or better yet, call 110 to get an ambulance for Mitsukuni, but he'd felt one of the innumerable kicks impact with his pants pocket and break the cell phone his parents had given him when he started school. Mitsukuni didn't have a phone because he did.

And now they were alone with a stranger who was poking through a bag, looking for something. He didn't seem like a bad stranger, but he was still a stranger.

"Here, let me see him," the man said in a muted but warm tone. From his bag, he had procured a glass phial like Takashi had seen when touring a chemistry lab, filled with a dull pinkish-brown liquid and with the topper recently pulled out to allow a wispy silver mist to permeate from the neck of the phial. It was suspicious looking, so far as Takashi was concerned.

He stared momentarily into the right green eyes that seemed to regard him warmly before darting his eyes to the sidewalk and moved from where he sat between the stranger and his cousin. His wounds were aggravated by the movement, but he didn't make a noise because he knew that his father didn't make noise when he was hurt. He couldn't trust a stranger to see him hurt, couldn't trust a stranger to take care of Mitsukuni for that matter, but he couldn't do anything to stop the man either. He was deceivingly strong for being so thin, and Takashi was just a kid.

The man gave Takashi a warm smile, as if to thank him, before moving forward. Mitsukuni was settled in his lap, head tipped back, and the pink-brown liquid was poured into the small child's mouth while the man massaged his throat to make him swallow. When he did, the man turned his attention to Takashi.

"Aside from the blow to the head, was he hit anywhere else?" Takashi nodded soundlessly in reply and indicated where the blows he hadn't prevented had hit. The man examined those places before looking through his bag again and pulling out a small container of some sort of balm. "Here, take some to put on your bruises. I have another container, so don't worry about using it up, alright?"

Again, Takashi nodded and took a small scoop with his fingers and started putting some on his arm. The man was doing the same for Mitsukuni, and Takashi noted the precision with which the action was done; he decided that the man was a good sort of stranger.

"Are you a doctor?" He asked, not halting his observations. Father liked that he was observant, because it meant he would always be aware in a fight if he got into one. Takashi didn't agree, but maybe when he had more training.

"I'm a Healer," the man replied. Takashi wasn't sure of the distinction; a doctor was one who healed, so weren't the terms simo.... sinom... well, he could remember the word his mother used, but they meant the same thing. "It's like being a doctor, but different. More dangerous." He pulled a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the excess balm from his fingers before digging another jar of a slightly darker color from his bag. "This one is for abrasions." Takashi didn't know that word, and the man clarified. "Scrapes. I'll take care of it, okay?"

Takashi had no chance to reply as he was still applying the bruise balm, and so the man was quick to use his very precise fingers to swipe bits of the scrape balm over Takashi's cuts. It didn't sting like the antibiotics that doctors put on cuts, though it alternated between very cold and very warm.

Soon, Takashi was all patched up – some of his bruises had already faded almost entirely, and he was certain that the "abrasions" on his palms were almost gone – and Mitsukuni seemed to be waking up.

"Do you have someone you can call for a ride home, or shall I walk you?" The healer asked. His head was tilted slightly to the side, unruly black locks swaying in the breeze.

"My phone broke," Takashi pulled out the fragments from his pocket as proof, frowning at the snapped chassis and microchip.

"Do you know a number to call?"

Takashi thought for a moment, wondering if he remembered his father's cell phone number before deciding that he did. The stranger handed over his phone – it was far sleeker than any model Takashi had seen, and the display screen was interesting, but he recognized the brand and it certainly worked – before punching in the number.

The fact that it said "Calling Morinozuka Hitoshi" was a bit of a surprise, because Takashi knew his father's number was a restricted one. Did Caller ID work backwards?

Soon enough, Takashi had arranged with his father to have a car pick up him and Mitsukuni. They only had to wait.

"Who are you?" Takashi asked a moment after returning the phone to the man. As close as the man was, Takashi could see that he had a small scar on his brow, but did not comment as it would be rude.

"I'm Potter Harry," He bowed slightly, though it was awkward given that he had Mitsukuni in his arms. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Morinozuka Takashi," returned the younger of the conscious pair. "My cousin is Haninozuka Mitsukuni." He expected a reaction to this information, but the man - Potter – only smiled. "Thank you for your help, Potter-sama."

That did get a response, as the man wrinkled his nose. "Not so formal, please," he chuckled a bit. "Harry is fine. And 'sama' is far too great a title for me, Takashi-kun." If Takashi had to give a name to the expression on his face at that remark, it would be "wistful," as if his own remark reminded him of something he found amusing.

Takashi thought a moment. A healer was similar to a doctor, the man had said. "Yes, Harry-sensei." (1) Harry only laughed and, looking down at Mitsukuni, suddenly set the small boy on his feet. Takashi moved forward and helped stabilize his cousin, and not a moment later a black car rolled to a stop in front of them.

"You two should make sure to sleep well tonight and wash that goop off in an hour or so," Harry told them as the driver ushered them to the car.

"I want you to come to my birthday party!" Takashi wasn't certain why he said it, but he wouldn't take it back. Inviting the man to his party was a good way to pay him back for helping them. Besides, it wouldn't be like the commoner parties he had heard about; the kids would all be in one part of the party and the adults would have their own part. Maybe his rescuer would make a business connection. Surely that would be a good way to repay him.

Harry smiled and nodded as Takashi was ushered into the car.

It was only when the man was out of sight that Takashi forgot to say what day it was and where he lived.

Takashi wasn't very happy at his party, but he hid it for Mitsukuni's benefit. He felt really bad for not telling Harry when his party was or where he lived or anything of that sort, and now he was reminded very much of it. He did play with the other children of course, but he still wanted the man to meet his father.

It was just before the light luncheon that Takashi found himself quite surprised. His rescuer was there! He wore a smart suit of pale green with a darker green tie, looking just as comfortable in it as he had in his casual clothes earlier that week. He was just arriving and giving his name to Takashi's uncle, who was in charge of the guest list. Takashi had insisted he be added, and so Harry was allowed in.

Green eyes landed on him swiftly, and Takashi found a very soft stuffed dragon was suddenly in front of him. It was black and when he grabbed it and squeezed the middle, it made a sort of "roaring" noise, though it was far different than what a lion sounded like.

"Happy Birthday, Takashi-kun," Harry smiled down at Takashi, and Takashi in turn was quite relieved.

Throughout the day, Takashi was surprised to note that the healer mingled in both the adult group and the children group with little difficulty. When Mitsukuni lost a game, Harry consoled him in just the right way before anyone else had realized he was upset, and he was often supervising games for the children.

He had to leave before dinner. "My fiancé just pulled up," he explained as he put the suspiciously slim phone away. "It was a very nice party Takashi." He bowed with respect, something Takashi knew was not normal for adults to do for children, before turning to Takashi's father. "And you, Morinozuka-sama." And he bowed again, no lower nor any higher than he had to Takashi.

Takashi watched him leave, and when the gate opened to let him out, Takashi saw a very nice black car out front. A man stepped out of it; Takashi couldn't make out his features, but he was surprised to see Harry reach up and that man reach down to kiss one another before getting in the car.

But the child only smiled and went back to the party. His friend was happy and loved.

Though something in him was sad. He liked Harry a lot.

When he got in the car, Harry laughed lightly at the disgruntled look on his fiancé's face. "What's wrong, Takashi?"

"That was mean," he divulged. Harry only smiled a bit and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about? I just gave you a gift... well, I gave you a gift when you were seven, but that's neither here nor there. And we're celebrating your twenty-fifth birthday together, right? And you're the one who chose 1995 (2) for our vacation."

Takashi blushed a little and only averted his gaze from the road a little bit. "Tease."

That... well, it didn't make much sense to Harry. "How so?"

"You were my first crush, you know," Takashi's gaze was now firmly forward. Harry grinned and chuckled a bit.

"That's so cute!"

Takashi said nothing, his cheeks a bit more red than before.

"Well, you got me in the end, and you still have me, so that's that."

They reached a stop light just then; Harry grabbed Takashi's tie and pulled him over for a kiss.

Sure, they say you don't marry your first love, but the world made a lot of exceptions for Harry Potter already. What was one more?

So they drove on.

Author's Note: Yeah... just a bit of fluff for Takashi's birthday (May 5, Kodomo no Hi/Children's Day). You can consider this as HPatHC compatible or not, it's really up to you. Coincidentally, my older sister has the same birthday as Takashi and is turning 20 this year. Not that she reads fanfiction... anymore. (Well, I think she did; I know she used to write some very risqué slash stuff when I was still in middle school.)

(1) Sensei is used to address doctors as well as teachers.

(2) In the HPatHC timeline (since it was bumped up ten years from the Harry Potter timeline), Takashi would have turned seven in 1995.