It hadn't been very long since the incident with the lizardmen. School was back to normal, and everyone seemed to be at peace. Harry, on the other hand, was anxious. It seemed to him that every time he began to relax, something else came along to put him and his friends in danger. Harry was sick of being in danger.

Harry was in his room, writing multiple orders for books and potions to the nearby magical community. He was getting a veritable library full of spell books and books on monsters. There were orders for all different types of potions from healing draughts to poisons. Had anyone looked at the orders Harry was writing, they'd think he was preparing for a war. They would be correct.

Harry sat at his desk, pouring over the books that he had brought and reading almost obsessively. He had let himself slip since leaving Hogwarts, and the last fight had shown him that. Had he been only a few seconds later, Yukari would've been dead… just like Cedric.

Harry gulped at the thought. He had been putting the thought of Cedric to the very back of his mind since the end of fourth year. The constant fights and struggle for survival had forced it to resurface. The memories of Cedric's death only made Harry more manic in his need to learn. He had to protect his friends.

The conversation he'd had with Moka when he'd first come to Youkai Academy came to mind. All of his friends were female. If any of them were cornered or taken down by any of their classmates, they could be forced into marriage… or worse. Harry wouldn't allow it. He had been slacking because he no longer attended a magic school. No more.

The memory of Cedric's death had brought Harry a bit of clarity. He'd had to watch Cedric die because he was weak. He couldn't let it happen again, not to Moka, not to Kurumu, not to Yukari, and not to Ron or Hermione or any of the members of the Order. Harry sealed off his last order with an air of finality. Harry wouldn't allow his friends to get hurt because of his own weakness. He would get stronger. Harry vowed that he would be strong enough to protect his friends from any threat, even Voldemort himself.

Harry waited at the bus stop for the bus to arrive. The bus only came once a month, and Harry was hoping that the Bus Driver would be willing to deliver his orders to the nearby magical community. The wait only served to give Harry more time to his thoughts. That was the last thing Harry wanted.

He tried to distract himself, but his mind had become a whirlwind of memories. Memories of the Dursleys and their loving treatment came to mind along with the harsh sting of rejection that still followed the thought of his so-called family. Memories of fourth year plagued Harry, having to watch Cedric die and then being used to resurrect Voldemort. Harry could still remember the feeling of the cruciatus curse as it delivered a neverending stream of pain to every nerve in his body.

A sudden sound snapped Harry back to reality. He almost sagged in relief at the distraction. For some reason, Harry had been unable to pull himself from his thoughts. Harry looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. He turned to see a trio of monsters all glaring at him angrily.

Harry raised a brow in confusion at the looks he was receiving. "Can I help you lot?"

The presumed leader stepped forward, out of the cover of the forest. "Are you Potter Harry-san of class 1-3?"

Harry nodded hesitantly, his hand going to his wand just in case. The three began to chuckle darkly at his nonverbal response. The other two followed their leader into the light. They were all upperclassmen.

The leader was only a bit taller than Harry himself and had short blond hair. The one to his left had long, dark hair and round glasses that looked suspiciously like Harry's own. The last one was chubby and had dirty blond hair. The trio all stalked towards Harry in a way that was clearly meant to be threatening.

"I am Kouzou Kasahara, leader of the Moka-sama fan club."

"Gouzaburo Taira, leader of the Kurumu-chan fan club."

"Kubisaku Naga, leader of the Yukari-chan fan club."

"We've been watching you, Potter Harry. You have been surrounding yourself with our goddesses, but you don't deserve them," Naga hissed.

"Now you're all alone," Taira chuckled darkly.

"So prepare to face divine punishment, Potter Harry!" Kasahara finished.

With a loud battle cry, the three transformed into their monster forms. Harry watched cautiously with his wand held at the ready. When the smoke cleared, the sight of the trio gave Harry pause. The three boys' monster forms were… underwhelming.

The leader, Kasahara, turned into some sort of half umbrella monster with human legs. Taira just became fatter. Harry assumed that he was a blob of some sort because his rolls were drooping, and his skin had begun to secrete a weird slimy substance. Naga, the eldest, just had a really long neck.

Harry, though sometimes a little thick-headed, wasn't one to make the same mistake twice. His wand was still held at the ready. He wouldn't underestimate the trio based on appearances.

Kasahara was the first to attack, and the other two followed soon after. Kasahara spun the umbrella that was his upper body, creating a strong wind that almost knocked Harry into the lake beside the bus stop.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry cast. Kasahara was forced to stop spinning, thus canceling his wind. This gave Harry the chance to deal with the other two.

"Lumos Maxima!"

The spell blinded Naga, but Taira's eyes were naturally squinted in his monster form. He recovered quickly and charged at Harry, but without Naga to cover for him, he wasn't much of a threat.

"Orbis!"

Taira was sucked into the ground, leaving only his shoulders and head exposed. Naga struck his extended neck out at the sound of Harry's voice. He hadn't recovered from the flash yet, but he was determined to beat Harry. Harry could almost respect him for that if he hadn't been perving on an 11-year-old girl. But, seeing as he has…

"Flipendo duo!"

The long neck shot backward at the jinx. Naga fell back onto the dirt, apparently knocked unconscious.

Harry looked around at the trio. They were all soundly defeated, but Harry's vindictive side had been awakened by the stress his memories had brought him. They had chosen the wrong day to fight Harry Potter.

Harry walked looked around at the trio and smirked as a few ideas came to him.

"Furnunculus. Slugulus eructo. Tarantellegra."

Naga's face became covered in pimples. The still unconscious monster didn't seem to notice, but Harry thought it was hilarious anyway. Taira began to belch slugs, all of which were as slimy as he was. Kasahara's spell-induced petrification was canceled in favor of the dancing jinx. The dancing umbrella man sent Harry into full-blown giggles.

As annoying as the trio might've been, they had brought Harry out of his depressing retrospection. That, and they were a great source of entertainment while he'd been waiting for the bus. Harry decided to have mercy and cancel his spells. He then revived Naga so that he could leave with the rest of his friends.

Before the trio could leave, Harry gave them a few parting words. "I'd better not see any of you hanging around and stalking my friends. If I do, I won't be nearly as kind," Harry warned. The threat had the desired effect of scaring the three monsters, but then something else happened that he wasn't expecting.

The trio all got to their knees and bowed to him. "From this day forth, the Kurumu-chan, Yukari-chan, and Moka-sama fan clubs are disbanded! We are now the Harry-sama fan club! Please forgive us for our impudence, Harry-sama!"Kasahara announced.

Harry's jaw dropped at the sight. "Are you all mad?" Harry exclaimed, completely bewildered.

"Have we insulted you again, Harry-sama?" Naga asked mournfully.

"Please punish us, Harry-sama! We have failed you!" Taira cried.

The three boys continued to prostrate themselves before Harry. They all cried waterfalls of tears as they begged for his forgiveness. It was to this scene that the Bus Driver was greeted when he finally arrived at Youkai Academy.

Harry looked up from the three blubbering boys to see the Bus Driver smirking at him. "Already got yourself a few slaves, huh? And here I thought you'd be here begging me to take you back to England."

"That is not what this is!" Harry argued fiercely.

"We would gladly be your slaves, Harry-sama!" Kasahara cried from behind him.

"Go away!" Harry yelled in return.

"Yes, Harry-sama! Anything you ask!"

"No, stop calling me that!" Unfortunately, the three were gone before they could hear it. Harry knew that they would still be calling him Harry-sama the next time they saw him.

Harry spent the next few minutes trying and failing to convince the Bus Driver that he hadn't enslaved the three boys. After a while, he gave up and asked him to deliver his orders for him. Luckily, the Bus Driver didn't seem to mind being used as a delivery man.

That evening, when Harry was eating dinner with his friends, the fan club trio came up again in conversation. Moka, Kurumu, and Yukari all mentioned that someone had been stalking them all day only to suddenly stop. Harry tried to look inconspicuous as the conversation carried on, but the girls saw straight through it. Harry's face heated up as all three of them leveled him with an assessing look when he failed to say anything.

"I'd have expected you to be at least a bit mad at all this, Harry-kun," Moka noted suspiciously.

"Yeah. I think it's a bit odd that they all just suddenly stopped, too. That, and Harry-kun's being unusually quiet…" Yukari trailed off.

"Either Harry-kun doesn't care what happens to us anymore-" Kurumu started. Harry began to protest her claim vehemently. Kurumu cut him off. "Or… Harry-kun took care of them for us."

Harry refused to meet any of their eyes. "They tried to jump me at the bus stop. They failed. End of story."

Of course, the universe simply loved to contradict Harry, so who would enter the cafeteria but the new Harry Potter fan club.

"HARRY-SAMA!" the trio chorused, drawing the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. The three rushed up to the table where Harry sat with his friends.

"Stop calling me that!"

"But- but- but-" Kasahara stuttered tearfully.

"No buts! Stop it! It's weird as all hell, and I hate it! Now go away, you three! Everyone's looking over here now!" Harry scolded. His cheeks were flushed red as the entire school watched him interact with the three fanboys. Worst of all, his three friends were staring at him with weirded out looks.

"Harry-sama is so adorable when he's mad! I can't take it!" Naga exclaimed.

His nose began to bleed, and that was the last straw for Harry. "I am not adorable! Mobilicorpus!"

Harry threw the trio out of the cafeteria. The three girls were still staring at him like he'd grown another head. Harry flushed even redder in his embarrassment.

"What just happened?" Kurumu asked.

"I- I don't really know," Moka mumbled.

"It would seem that Harry-kun has stolen our stalkers. Thank you for that," Yukari said with a wide smile.

"It's not like I wanted them to start stalking me!" Harry protested.

Kurumu smirked teasingly. "Sure you didn't, Harry-kun. Y'know, if you wanted some extra attention, you could've just asked."

Before Harry could protest, she latched onto Harry's arm, placing it firmly between her breasts. Harry's blush spread all the way to the tips of his ears. Moka pouted enviously at them.

"Hey, I wanna hug Harry-kun too." With that, she latched onto Harry's other arm. "Harry-kun… may I have a bite?" Moka asked shyly.

Harry was too out of it to answer. There was only so much a teenage boy could handle.

"You two are killing him! Harry-kun! Don't go into the light!" Yukari exclaimed dramatically.

Just a normal day at Youkai Academy.