Privet Drive number 4 was like every other house in this street. But the inhabitants of the house were not normal. The oldest male in the house looked more like a stranded whale with way too much fat than a normal living being called human. His son was a baby whale who liked to bully everyone who looked weaker than him. The only female was like a cross breed between a horse and a giraffe. Her mouth had the form of a horse while her neck was incredible long. And, well, the youngest of them all...

Harry Potter was way too small for his age, black hair that never stayed like Harry wanted it to and even a comb could not manage the mass of black. His most striking features were the bright green eyes that almost shone with power and intelligence, not that anyone ever noticed, hidden behind a pair of glasses with the wrong prescription. But what made him special, even in a house full of animals playing humans, was that he was a fifteen year old wizard. Every year he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Every year he risked his life in silly adventures because the professors at school never believed him. In first year he saw that Voldemort, an evil wizard who killed Harry's parents, wasn't as dead as everyone believed him to be. He went to McGonagall and told her that someone was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone but she said that it was perfectly safe. In second year Harry got immune to most poisons because ha had to safe a fellow student because his teacher was just a fraud and the only spell he could use was Obliviate. With the tender age of twelve Harry Potter had killed a basilisk, one of the most dangerous animals in the wizarding world. Third year he learned that he had a godfather and that this godfather was the one who betrayed his parents. At the end it got obvious that his godfather was innocent and the pet rat of his best friend was the betrayer. An animagus in the form of a rat. Fourth year, the last year, his name was entered in a dangerous competition he had to partake in. It was said that students had died in the competition. At the end of the third task Voldemort gained a body and killed a fellow student of Harry. Nobody believed Harry and his headmaster Albus too many names Dumbledore that he was back.

In all this years one passion of Harry survived and that was the love for J-Pop and creating his own music. After the last stunt of the wizarding world Harry was not inclined to save them and he never ever wanted to set foot into Hogwarts ever again. So he thought where he could go so that Voldemort and Dumbledore never found him. He came across Saotome Academy, a japanese school for idols and composer. In an instant he was taken and decided that he wanted to enter, never mind the costs. So he talked Aunt Petunia, the horse/ giraffe, and Uncle Vernon, the whale, into driving him to Charing Cross Road and he entered the Leaking Cauldron after making sure, nobody realised who he was. After all, the title Boy-who-lived guaranteed a lot of attention. He hated every second of it because he wanted to be famous for something he actually did and not something that costed him his parents, his childhood and he couldn't even remember.

After talking with the goblins in Gringotts he had everything sorted out. Everything seemed as if he could go to Saotome Academy.

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Nervous Harry stared out of the window of the car. Today he would leave Britain and start his schooling of the duties as composer and idol. He had no idea how he managed to convince the headmaster that he could take both classes. He was giddy with anticipation but feared at the same time that he wouldn't be accepted. He knew oh so well how it was to be an outsider everywhere. In the muggle world his relatives made him out to be a criminal in making. At this thought Harry nearly snorted. Maybe they should open their eyes and stop Dudley from going down that road. In the wizarding world everyone just wanted to know the boy-who-lived, so they could claim that they were friends with Harry Potter. He had two friends but after this summer Harry was sure that they only did this because the gained something out of it. He was convinced that they, like everyone else, just became friends with him because he defeated Voldemort as a baby. When he said he was back, they distanced themselves almost at once.

An almost sad smile crept onto his face. He was friendless.

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The flight was uninteresting. Harry preferred his broomstick, which he had packed just so the Dursley's couldn't light a fire with it. It was a present from his godfather, from whom he had to hear the first time this summer. In the animal part of the plane was Hedwig, his only companion, an owl. Originally they were used to transport messages in the wizarding world but Harry fully intended to ignore every owl who tried to deliver the letter of Hogwarts and even more so the letters of his so called friends.

Harry,

I'm so sorry but Dumbledore forbade us to write too much. Ron and I are together this holiday. But we can't tell you where we are because if the owl is intercepted you're in danger.

Hope you are safe and keep your head down,

Hermione

Nice letter, Hermione. What a waste of parchment...

Harry had laughed so hard after he had read the letter that he fell of the mattress which was his bed. It was plain silly because Death Eaters had better things to do than intercepting letters. And even if they did it was almost impossible they would find out where he lived. If they found out there always were the wards of which Harry was almost certain that they didn't existed. He had the goblins let it check out as soon as he left the house.

Harry looked around in the airport and wondered where he had to go. Was someone supposed to collect him? Had he find the way for himself? If so he had a big problem because he had no idea where to look for it. Suddenly a placate with his name was held in the air and Harry blinked. He knew that he had to be written as Hari Pota but why in the three names of Devil was his name glittering? And why was it written in pink? By no means did he look like a tough male but he was a far cry from feminine. His face was too soft, his lips a soft red like a rose, his emerald eyes bright and shining but hidden behind a pair of glasses which were absolutely hideous. Harry was small for his age, with almost 160 centimetre he was even smaller than some of the girls in Hogwarts, but he was lithe and scrawny, thanks to the loving care of his relatives. Thanks to Quidditch he had a few muscles but nothing much.

Harry made his way over to where the placate was, Hedwig safe in her cage and his trunk behind him.

In front of him stood a guy with strawberry blonde hair which just passed his shoulders. The bangs of him hid the right eye from view which had the stunning colour of piercing blue. His left ear was pierced and a small stud was in there. A little bit of his chest was seen because the first two buttons of his shirt were open. All in all he was drool-worthy.

Next to him stood another person. He had wavy blonde hair and stunning green-blue eyes. He wore oval glasses. One lock of his seemed like it didn't like staying on the head of this person and curled itself upwards. It somehow reminded Harry of himself and his problem with his hair, even though he outgrew his hair and now it almost reached his waist.

"Eh? Are you Harry Potter?" the blonde guy asked who held the placate.

Harry blinked and nodded mutely. Suddenly the placate dropped to the floor. Before Harry could somehow react he was cuddled and petted while the guy cooed at him. He stiffened at the contact and his magic crackled in the air. Suddenly the other guy smiled and gave a wave to Harry.

"Hey there, Beauty..." before he said something else he almost yelled: "Natsuki, get your fingers of the poor boy. Now!"

"Awww. But Ren... Isn't he just cute?" the now named one asked. He didn't take his fingers off of Harry much to his disappointment.

Ren sighed and gripped a strand of his hair and yanked at it. "Now, Natsuki. Don't you see that he's uncomfortable?"

This got the attention of Natsuki and he let go. Harry sighed in relief.

"Let's start again, shall we? My name is Jinguji Ren and this guy there is Shinomiya Natsuki. We were sent to collect you and bring you to Saotome Academy. I'm happy you decided to join us at this school, beauty."

Harry blinked confused and didn't know what to think of the two in front of him. He wanted to ask them if they were always like that or if it was just now but instead only said: "Nice to meet you."

Suddenly Shinomiya-kun spotted Hedwig. "Eh?! Is that an owl?" he asked excited.

The young Gryffindor decided that at least he was always like that.

"Yes. That's my f-" he interrupted himself. He almost said familiar because the two of them finalized the familiar bond over the summer but stopped himself in time he hoped at least. "My pet, Hedwig. She's extremely tame and can even carry letters if I want her to" Harry finished seemingly proud because of such a cool pet but mostly proud of himself because he didn't slip a second time. And it was better to let them right now know that Hedwig could carry letters so they wouldn't wonder later on why they got letters from Harry via the owl.

"That's cool" Jinguji-kun commented. "But enough chitchat. We have to go or we're too late for training. You know how Nanami can be."

Shinomiya looked a little uncomfortable. "Ah, hai."

With this words Harry was led out of the airport and into his new life.

This is the first chapter of hopefully many more. Hope you liked it. This is my work on the challenge "Harry goes to Saotome Academy" from MoonAngel103.

Personally I'm not happy with the chapter but I think it will get better once I felt myself in the characters. For information: This will probably be Slash Harem later on. ;D

Byes, FarenenBlitz