Harry Potter and The Host Club

Chapter 4

Warnings: Slash, book spoilers, manga spoilers, angst, clichés, brooding, chocolate abuse, reflected-upon child abuse, trauma, crude language, mentioned character death, spoilers, Ron bashing, Ginny bashing, Dumbles bashing, eventual mild sexual situations, AU for books 5, 6, and 7 of Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and her affiliates. Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori and her (it is her, right?) affiliates.

Features: Independent!Brooding!Isolationist!Harry, Clingy!Paternal!Sirius, and the host-bu guys being themselves

Chapter 4

He had picked that particular ring-tone because it was the least annoying of them all. A simple sonar 'ping' noise that didn't annoy people when it went off... except that it was annoying the hell out of him right then.

Flipping the phone open, Harry pressed it against the side of his face, snarling into the mouthpiece, "who the bloody hell had the bright idea to call at this ungodly hour?!" It was ten in the morning. Harry had gone to bed one hour before, and was not happy.

"It's nice to talk to you too, Potter-kun," the voice of the youngest Ootori drifted into his ear, sounding equally agitated, if not more so. "Tamaki woke me up an hour ago; you got off easy." Not bloody likely. Harry had been going to sleep an hour earlier. It probably would be easier to take the call then. "He wants me to invite you to a special 'Rescue Haruhi' party." That woke Harry up faster than the first time Sirius had dumped ice-cold water on him (he never did again).

"Fujioka-san is in trouble?" He was in full Hero Mode, his complex coming into play as soon as he heard the word "rescue." He knew the girl had been hired by one of the men from the okama bar that her father worked at, mostly because Sirius had been frequenting it since he made friends with Ranka and tended to be a very chatty drunk. In Karuizawa, he thought. "Where and when do I meet you lot?"

"We're leaving in half an hour from the second Suou Mansion," Ootori informed him, "I can have directions wired to you."

"No need, just give me the coordinates. Longitude and latitude, elevation if you know it," Harry was already getting dressed, ready to go rescue Fujioka from whatever it was that had caught her. He paused to commit the coordinates to memory before packing a backpack with things he would undoubtedly need, from potions to some inventions of Fred and George's that they had insisted on giving him before he vanished from England. "Right, see you soon."

After triple checking his bag and deciding to toss in some clean clothes since, depending on the situation, they might be needed (in that, if Fujioka was in thatkind of trouble, she might need to cover up), Harry sent Sirius a quick text message saying simply, "Rescue mission. Be back soon." After verifying that the message had been sent, he apparated approximately twelve minutes walking distance from the given coordinates in the direction of his apartment building and arrived ten minutes early on the dot. The rest of the Host Club was already waiting for him, with Suou bouncing around in an excited (and only semi-panicked) manner, the twins looking rather bored, Hani eating cake with his silent guardian standing by, and Ootori seeming both annoying and amused.

And Harry knew right then that Fujioka was not in the sort of danger he imagined and that Suou was probably being an idiot, as usual. He quickly regretted having come, and made a mental note to ask the other second-year to be clearer when dealing with a half-asleep Harry.