AN: Apologies for any misspelled/missing words.

Chapter Seven:

The week following Umehito's birthday and Renge's arrival to Ouran Academy, the Physical Exams were announced. When Sirius signed the permission forms for said exams, he clearly didn't think about neither of his charges physical conditions.

Harry's and Hermione's physic health weren't exactly the best, especially the former's. Due to all the damage the Dursleys caused to Harry's early childhood and the following years at Hogwarts, Harry was a very short and thin boy, almost bordering in an anorexic body. He stood at 5'3 inches and weighted 105lbs. Faded scars covered his body except for the brilliant lightning bolt on his forehead. Every two years, his prescription glasses had the be checked and corrected, since he spent so many years without proper eye care. The boy was currently in a nutriment potion prescription which he had to endure for at least two and a half years, if he wanted to finally have his growth sprout.

Hermione, while of course she didn't have the same upbringing as Harry, her health did flare in her last year at Hogwarts, especially on the last battle. She had been a victim of many Crucios and other curses and in result, she spent many days in St. Mungos along with her adopted brother. She had ended up battered and with many neurological and muscular effects. For almost a month, she suffered muscle spasms, sensory sensitivity and insomnia. But thanks to all the advances in the Potions field and medicine, her health became stable once again. After a year, she could say she was almost healed, if it wasn't for the occasional tremors and newly discovered nervous tics.

Both Harry and Hermione were under vigilance of a very competent Japanese Healer, and there was no reason for them to assist a physical at Ouran Academy. But of course, Sirius didn't think of that when he signed the papers for permission. Now, the problem was, that if any of the doctors or nurses were to check on them, they would probably call on Sirius and have him explain, and there was no way to explain the torture of a Crucio without involving magic.

When Hermione explained this diligently to the Animagus, the man rebuked saying he had everything under control and waved them off with a happy grin.

And now, Harry was on his way to his first physical exam ever. The ones at the St. Mungus didn't count, and neither did his stays at the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. He didn't know what to expect and his classmates around him spoke of it as if it was a normal occurrence. He plastered his fringe over his forehead, making sure to cover the cursed scar. He had let his hair grow since he arrived to Japan and now it brushed his shoulders, more like the hair style he had on fourth year. Until now, nobody had seen his scar and he couldn't ask for more.

"Hey, Potter-kun,"

Harry broke off of his thoughts and looked to his right to find Haruhi walking beside him. And what was even more odd, the Hittachin twins were right behind them.

"Hey,"

"Have you ever had a physical exam before?" Haruhi asked. She seemed as nervous as he was because of this.

"No, not really. It wasn't a formality at my old school." Or at least, Harry didn't think so. He felt like he had to say more, so he said, "Not that I needed it, I practically had my own bed at the Hospital Wing."

"Why was that?" The twins asked.

"Far too many accidents I would like to admit," Harry said sheepishly, and the twins laughed at his expression. "I don't really know what to expect though,"

"Well, it's obvious," Hikaru began.

"It's just a physical exam, why should it be any different?" Kaoru ended.

"I never thought of it that way," Haruhi put it. They had arrived to the hall, and Haruhi was given the task to open the double doors.

Harry had the strong urge to turn half around and run away. All the doctors and nurses were looking at him with big grins on their faces and that unnerved him greatly. He entered the room right behind the first year trio and he tried his best to become invisible, until one of the nurses was to call him.

After a while, he noticed Haruhi and the twins weren't the only hosts present. There was Suoh and Ootori right there, the latter writing on a black notebook. Like any other rich student from Ouran Academy, they seemed very confident and full of themselves, just like the Slytherins. He didn't understand why Hermione was so against Ootori, as she had to deal with Draco Malfoy five years before. Ootori couldn't possibly be worse than him.

He also saw the third year host members, even though he couldn't guess for the life of him why they were dressed as doctors. If they were trying to pass unnoticed they were failing ridiculously. What had Hermione said their names were? Ah, Hunny-san and Mori-san. And Mori-san is the one who helped him the other day.

Unexpectedly, when the Hittachin twins were displaying their sculptured torsos to the female public, Mori looked around and his dark charcoal eyes fell on him. For only a second, he felt as everything around him didn't matter before he began to blush furiously.

He had to investigate why this kept happening to him. It had already happened three times, and losing one's breath over someone else wasn't normal. He looked away from the dark eyes just in time, because a female nurse had approached him.

"Potter-Black-san, please come this way," The young looking nurse said smiling. Harry just nodded and followed the woman to one of the white curtained booths.

Inside the booth, there was a simple stretcher, a pair of chairs, a small desk with all the medical necessities and a weighting scale. Harry felt a twinge of nervousness, and once again, wondered what did Padfoot mean with "he had everything under control."

Sitting in a chair with a folder on her hands was his doctor, who smiled at him. She sent away the nurse and closed the curtains.

"Hello, Mr. Potter," The woman said in English. "My name is Healer Matsuoka and I'll be your medi-witch for today. I've been aware of your situation and Miss Granger's by Lord Black, so you don't need to worry about the muggle doctors finding out about your health."

When the woman had said the word Healer, Harry had already sighed in relief. The doctor laughed softly at him, and after scribbling down some words on the folder, she began the exam.

It didn't last long, the exam, and the woman didn't seem fazed by his scars, although her eyes did widen in anger when she read about the earlier child abuse. The medi-witch checked his height, his weight, his blood pressure, his heart palpitations, eyes, mouth, and reflexes, and while she did, she kept him talking and asking about unimportant things, like his classes and hobbies. The exam was done in fifteen minutes total, and Matsuoka thanked him for being so obedient.

"Now, wait here until I return," The medi-witch ordered before rolling aside the curtains and leaving him alone.

No more than five minutes later, a bushy-haired girl with the Ouran uniform entered the booth.

"Hey Neenie,"

"Hey, Harry. How was it? The exams I mean." She took a seat next to him on the stretcher.

"It went surprisingly well, considering I was all but biting my nails off in anticipation. Why couldn't Sirius just tell us a witch was going to give us the exam?"

Hermione giggled. "He's a drama queen, so that was due to happen. Healer Matsuoka also gave me my physical exam yesterday. She explained she was to fill the muggle records with today's data and send this checkup to the branch of St. Mungos in Japan. It still looks like you have to continue with the nutriment prescription though."

Harry grimaced. "Don't remind me; those nutriment potions taste awful."

Hermione didn't reply and started biting down her lower lip. She wanted to ask something to the black haired boy beside her, but she didn't know how to. Even though Harry had tried to delude her, she had seen the dark shadows under his eyes before he could glamour them. She knew Harry hasn't had a good night sleep for a while now. She wanted to confront him about it, but she couldn't know how he would take her questions.

She cleared her throat loudly. "So Harry, how have you been sleeping lately?"

Well, nobody has ever described her as subtle.

Harry stared at her with an eyebrow raised. "Fine, why?"

"You sure? No more nightmares?" The green eyed boy shook his head. She sighed. "Well, that's good." She knew he was lying. She chewed on her lip again. "I… you really scared me that night ago, Harry."

"I apologize," Harry muttered under his breath.

She swallowed. "I… I know you have said ever since when came to Japan you've been recuperating from everything, but these things take time to heal, and I think it would be better if we search—"

"Neenie, give it a rest!" Harry suddenly shouted, and jumped off the stretcher. "I'm not seeing a mind healer and that's final!"

"But Harry! The nightmares—"

"Are over! That was just a onetime occurrence! I'm not having someone checking inside my mind just because of a stupid dream! Especially if they're going to use Legilimency!"

"Harry, they're not going to behave like Snape did! What that man did was unacceptable, but you can't expect the same from a professional! It's called confidential for a reason!"

"You think I'm not right up in the head, is that it? You finally believe the old man's lies, don't you?! I'm not crazy and I don't need someone invading my mind to prove it!"

Hermione sighed exasperated. "You know I'll believe you over anything that old fool says, right? I just say it might be better if you—"

"I won't let anyone use Legilimency on me again." Harry said angrily. "Snape fucked up my mind; I won't let anyone mind-rape me again. I don't need therapy. I'm alright." He finished in a whisper.

Harry turned halfway around, averting her gaze. Hermione sighed quietly. She didn't know how to reach for her brother. It was obvious he needed help, but why doesn't he accept it? Just like Sirius, she didn't want him to suffer or to pain. Why must Harry be so difficult?"

The curtains were rolled aside, and Healer Matsuoka came in. She was confused when she saw Hermione standing next to Harry.

Hermione blushed slightly. "I apologize for intruding; I was just speaking with my brother. I'll be leaving now." The Healer nodded and Hermione looked at Harry again, "See you later, okay?"

Hermione walked out the curtained booth. The first years students were still getting their exams, so the bushy-haired girl decided to go to library for a while.

Little did she and Harry know, that two auburn haired twins were being checked next to their booth and they had heard all their conversation.

~oOo~

In the great Ootori mansion, in the east wing of the manor, there was a young man trying to longue comfortably in the small living room of his quarters. The bare skin of his chest was flushed thanks to the hot water that had fallen minutes earlier. There was a towel around his shoulders, which he left there after drying his hair with it. He flexed his neck to side to side, setting the muscles loose. It had been a fairly tiresome day for him and that hot bath had done wonders to his energy.

Kyoya was currently typing away on his laptop some accountant sheets from the club's incomes. Ever since Haruhi became a member of the host club, the large digits of the profits had grown even larger. The numbers of customers had doubled thanks to the comical relief the king, the twins and Haruhi provided. The ladies enjoyed watching the hosts fooling around and who was him to deny that pleasure? It seemed like he will have to raise Haruhi's quota a bit more so the young girl would stay a while longer.

Aside from that, business in the club was doing marvelous. That being so, it almost didn't let him with any free time. Not that he wanted time to spare; he was as workaholic as they come, but he had other pressing matters to attend, like his grades.

When he had talked to the Chemistry teacher into pairing him with Granger, he really did believe he would have the opportunity to work together, as working with Tamaki had become tiresome. The blonde was intelligent, but was too easily distracted. He knew working with Granger would be different, and more rewarding, since she took her schoolwork even more seriously than him. Kyoya had to reluctantly admit she was a worthy opponent when it came to academics.

But somehow, he hadn't found a way to meet up with her to work together. Tamaki had been making his life unbearable with all the things he asks for the club, making it extra hard to find free time to even attend to himself. He knew the girl was thinking he didn't care for his grades, but he liked for her to have a flamboyant best friend over him twenty-four slash seven. Let's see if she wouldn't find herself in the same predicament as him.

But he wouldn't let that deter him. He will find a way to get closer to Granger.

The subtle sound of his cell phone vibrating met his ears and he dug into his school bag for the device. Staring at the screen, he didn't recognize the number. He dearly wished it wasn't another customer who somehow had mysteriously gotten his number.

"Good afternoon, Ootori Kyoya speaking?" He answered. The room fell into silence as Kyoya listened to the hurricane in the other line.

"Ah, Renge-san. While it is very surprising, may I ask how you got my number?"

…

"I see. Glad to know the host club has a manager with the connections you do," He said while typing some random name on his laptop.

…

"Renge, while I'm sure you have a very good reason to call, I don't think this is the time –a proposal?"

…

"I'm listening,"

…

"Potter-san?"

…

"How can you be so sure?"

…

"Hmm… that's a very interesting notion, Renge. You do remember the saying "you shouldn't judge a book by its cover" do you?"

…

"So you're saying you even prepare a study related to Potter-kun's popularity? And how do you think this will affect the club?"

…

"Of course Tamaki has thought in asking Potter-kun to join. Not that he has tried."

…

"I will abstain myself from commenting, if you don't mind."

…

"Hm, I'll speak with the King about it. I must say you are worthy of being the Host club's manager, Renge. Any person interested in the club increasing profits is accepted in my book. Do please keep me update will you? And yes, I will subscribe you into a free week with Haruhi, as you asked. Good bye now." (1)

Kyoya's devilish smirk could freeze anyone from miles away.

~oOo~

Hermione was finishing her essay on Healing Potions for her First Aid class when her cell phone began ringing. The device was magically charmed to work under the magical waves of the ancient manor, so there wasn't any risk for it to get damaged.

"Hello, Hermione Granger speaking?" She said in fast English, forgetting for a moment most of her contacts spoke in Japanese. "I mean, eh—"

"Granger-san?" A silky and smooth voice spoke in her ear and Hermione's eyes widened.

"Ootori-san?" She exclaimed fairly surprised. Since when Ootori had her phone number? That was strange.

"Is this a bad timing?"

"Oh no, no, I was just surprised," Hermione laughed nervously. "Um, how can I help?"

"Granger-san, I thought we could later in the week meet to get update in our Chemistry project." Hermione heard him purring.

"Oh, sure. That's great actually; I wanted to consult you in some points before I could carry the investigation and experimentation."

Hermione heard him groaning. "Does this mean you already have all the background information?"

"Well sure I do!" She almost replied offended. "Even though we have to turn it at the end of the semester, I'd like for this to be out of schedule as soon as possible. Wouldn't you? Anyways, I'd like to show all my findings to you, as you're my partner and all. I spent all of my week on this, God this is even more tasking than few of my old classes seriously…"

"Excuse me?"

Hermione flushed at her slip. "Forgive me, I was carried away. So, when do we meet?"

There was a short silence before he spoke. "Let me treat you, mademoiselle. How would you like to spend a free afternoon with the company of our fair Hosts in exchange for you outstanding school work dedication?"

The quill between Hermione's fingers slipped from her grip. "What?"

"Granger-san, I'm sure I'm not the first one who says you have to find time to relax, and the Host club is the perfect place. It is also the most convenient place for me to meet."

Hermione had taken the quill in her fingers again, but this time, it snapped in half. She recoiled for a few seconds before smiling sweetly. "What about the library?"

"Sure you have noticed the environment isn't the best? Or do you study better when you have a certain level of noise around you?"

I have certainly grown used to it, with being sorted into Gryffindor and all, she thought. "You're right." She admitted reluctantly before sighing. "Isn't there any other place we could work instead of your club room?"

"I'm afraid not, I do have club hours to fill in, unlike you." She swore he was smirking.

Thankfully, there was a knock on her door. Harry opened slightly and showed her his newly done essay. Hermione made a sign for him to wait a second.

"Mm, Ootori-san do you mind giving me a few minutes? I won't be long." And without waiting for an answer, she placed down the phone on her bed and walked towards Harry, who had an eyebrow raised.

"Ootori-san?" he asked amused.

"I can't imagine how he got my phone number in the first place. Only Ayame-san has it. He's calling me to ask me to meet him later in the week at the Host Club headquarters." Harry was to say something, but Hermione went first.

"Can you believe him? He doesn't even think of saying sorry for leave me all the work! Now he tells me it's the most convenient place for him; what about me then? And he just played the "club hours fill in" card on me!" (2)

"Oh, that's a low blow." Harry said thoroughly amused.

"Can't he just say I'm sorry I haven't been there to help you and ask nicely if I could meet him wherever he wants without bribing me with his club services?"

"I don't think Ootori is the type to say sorry to anyone, Neenie," Harry pointed out. "He seems too cool for that."

"You're not helping, Harry."

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "You should go, at least to get him off your shoulders. What's the worst that could happen? Guys flirting with you?" Hermione slapped him on the shoulder, and he cried out in pain. "I don't mean as a bad thing! I know you're not like normal girls, but-"

"Do you really want to finish that sentence?" Hermione threatened sweetly. The black haired boy shook his head and scrambled out of the room. The girl sighed before setting down on her bed and grabbing her phone.

"Ootori-san? Sorry for leaving you waiting."

"Don't mind it. Have you decided?" He asked hurriedly. Hermione thought she heard some happy voices on the background.

"Yes, I'll meet you there later in the week,"

"Perfect," He smirked, or so she thought. "I bid you good night, mademoiselle."

The call was over before she could reply.

~oOo~

"Harry-kun!" An overly joyful female with honey colored hair and a bright red ribbon on top called him from a distance, and Harry knew he had to follow his instincts to flee.

All this week, Renge, the crazy woman, has been trying to approach for some reason or another. And with a great amount of luck he didn't know he had, he has managed to dodge her every time. But she kept smiling at him, like if she knew a very dark secret and he was involved in it. He knew she was danger and that he had to stay away from her, if he wanted to live.

So, when he heard her irritating high pitch voice, he whirled towards the direction to the Black Magic club's basement in the north building. He would like to set Gaius on her, just to give her a scare, but alas, Hermione wouldn't approve of it.

He walked down the corridors that lead to basement, each one growing darker and darker. It reminded Harry of the dungeons at Hogwarts and he hated it. Even after months later, Harry still hated the dark. But Umehito loved them, because it protected him of the light.

When he entered the basement, it looked as it was a week ago. But today, everyone was gathered around a figure sobbing on a loveseat. Kanazuki-san, with all her stoical face, was holding the tall blonde shoulders as he blew his nose on a tissue. The rest of the club members were shaking their head angrily.

"Umehito-sempai?" Harry called, and all of them whirled their head at the green eyed wizard. "What's wrong?"

"Oh!" The tall blonde third year continued to sob helplessly, and Kanazuki managed to look uncomfortable for a second. "They're murderers! Murderers!"

"What? Who?" Harry knelt in front of his first friend in Japan. He noticed the older teen was breathing heavily and sweating, as if he just got the scare of his lifetime. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!" Umehito sniffled.

"It seems like someone has dared to shower our Prince with bright light, perfectly knowing that it would harm him," One of the club member explained.

Harry saw red. "WHAT?"

"He had decided to go around the school, announcing our exposition of dark artifacts and our new Belzeneff curse dolls for the public." Kanazuki continued.

"I think he said the Host club had attacked him when he went for a visit…" Someone murmured.

"It's this true, Umehito-sempai?" Harry looked up to his friend. "Did they hurt you?"

Umehito looked surprised at Harry's concern. "It's alright, Harry-kun. They…"

"No, it's not alright. You told me yourself; you can't face bright light because of your health. Do you really think it's acceptable for them to do so? You should have hexed them!"

"No without breaking the Secrecy Code." Umehito chuckled lightly.

"Well, there's more ways to give them a lesson without breaking the Secrecy Code!" Harry said as he lifted himself up from the floor.

"Harry-kun! Where are you going?" Umehito shouted alarmed.

But Harry didn't answer, as he ran out in direction towards the third music room.

~oOo~

In a normal timeline without any interruptions, this would be the case where the twins would began to argue in order to get Haruhi to invite them to her house, but since a black haired boy was currently fuming because of their actions against his friend, this fight would be left for later.

It also wasn't going to as planned, since one bushy haired girl was also there, working with her chemistry partner in a separated table from the crowd, and she wasn't on the original timeline either.

But that didn't mean they didn't try.

"Admit it Hikaru, you're in love with Haruhi, aren't you?"

"What? You got all wrong Kaoru! Man, you're such an idiot!"

They were just interrupted. By a loud bang of the double doors hitting their opposite walls.

All of the club members and present customers turned towards the birth of the sound, and instead they found a black haired teenager, his hair looked untamed and his green emerald eyes gleaming furiously. He was panting and looked ready to murder.

"Who did it?" He asked.

It took a few seconds for the club members to recover from their shock.

"Potter-kun?" Haruhi was the first to receive him.

"Who did it?"

"Did what?"

"Who dare to show bright light to Umehito-sempai when it's perfectly well known that he's sensitive to it and it's damaging to his health?!" He practically screamed. "I don't really care who you are, but you're going to pay for that!"

"Harry!" Hermione lifted from her seat and approached her pseudo-brother. "What on earth you're talking about?"

"Were you not here for it?" Harry asked snidely. "Someone from this petty club dared to hurt Umehito-sempai! Don't you think there's a reason why he's always with that black cloak of his?"

Tamaki tried to look righteous as he walked towards the first year, but in truth, he was all for running away from the angry teen. "Please, calm down, Potter-kun! As the president of the Host club, I tell you we didn't mean to hurt our dear Nekozawa, even though he has hurt us in the past."

"Oh, don't go blaming Umehito-sempai for your stupidity! I'm sure he didn't have anything to do with it!" Harry barked back. "Now, which of you dimwits did it?"

"We just thought he didn't like bright lights," One of the Hittachin twins spoke.

"I mean, who would want to wear such a tasteless cloak like he does?" The other followed.

"And the boss kept saying stuff about how he cursed people,"

"And we were bored,"

"So, we took a flashlight,"

"And flash it to his face,"

"He was being a bit annoying anyways,"

"We didn't mean anything by it," They both finished with a bored expression.

"And just because you're bored, you think you can go around and do whatever you like?!" Harry spat.

Suddenly, the windows started rattling angrily and the tea cup clinked on their plates. The customers, who were focused on the argument, squealed in surprise when some of the tea cups turned to the sides and crashed on the floor. The trays filled with sweets clanked and Hunny, who was eating a strawberry cake, backed away from his table, his eyes widened.

"An earthquake!" Some of the customers yelled..

Hermione, who immediately recognized the signs of wild pre-accidental magic, dashed towards Harry and placed a hand on his shoulders. "Calm down," she whispered on his ear. The green eyed boy broke from his stupor and held on to Hermione's arm, while taking deep breaths.

As fast as it came, the shaking and clanking of the windows and tea sets paused, and everything became normal again. There was a deafening silence before it turned into hushed whispers.

"Is everyone alright?" Haruhi asked to all of them. The majority of them nodded while some girls were sobbing quietly. "Potter-kun, Hermione-san, are you alright?"

"Yes," The bushy haired girl replied before turned towards Harry. "We should go. Now." The boy grunted in agreement.

Hermione took a minute to recollect her things and satchel, and gave Kyoya a stiffed nod. Lacing arms with Harry, she dragged him out of the music room, leaving the host club to comfort the distress customers.

AN: This chapter was going to have so many scenes but this is how it ended, because I don't want to hurry anything, yet. I'm planning in updating every one or two weekend time, however it works with my schedule.

1) If the conversation has confused you, please do tell me. I just trying something new here, and if it makes it difficult for you to understand successfully, I won't do it again.

2) In my school, you have to join a club and fill in at least 40 hours. I'm using my school system with this.

I hope you liked it and please do tell me what you think!