AN: I'm so sorry I haven't updated. This is my first story and the first chapter was kind of a spontaneous thing. Thank you so much to everyone who has favourited, followed or reviewed. I hope you enjoy.

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Rose walked through the front entrance, forcing her head high and her shoulders back. Despite everything that had happened to her in the last few years she still didn't like being the centre of attention. Students were looking at Rose, talking rapidly to each other. From the looks of things, about her. That girl was laughing, why was she laughing, they keep starin- no. No, Rose was probably being paranoid. Not everyone was out to get her. 'Just most people.' the Gryffindor amended, thinking of everyone back in Britain. No. She stopped herself, it was her first day in a new school, in a completely different country and she was not going to fall down that rabbit hole.

As Rose attempted to follow the - admittedly very detailed - directions given to her by the Headmaster's secretary, she reflected on the school itself. It was quite . . . flamboyant on the outside, but not hideous. The inside was just as opulent as the exterior but held more of a classical beauty. Even so she was floundering a bit. Her parents may have been wealthy but they died before she was old enough to realise it. Add to that, most of her childhood was spent as an orphan, wandering around middle class Tokyo with Haruhi. Before Hogwarts and the realisation of Rose's inheritance, anything she had, she'd had to work for. 'And now,' Rose thought, staring at the ceiling. 'I'm looking at a chandelier that could probably feed an entire third world country.' She snorted. 'Damn rich people.'

It took her half an hour, three more sets of directions and a food break, but Rose had finally found her way to the Headmaster's office. She walked through the grand arches - though the effect was ruined by the abundance of these arches throughout the hallways - and walked to the gilt desk to speak with the secretary, wincing as her shoes clicked against the floor.

"Miss?" Rose asked, grimacing when her voice came out quiet and timid. She tried again.

"Miss? I'm Rose Potter, the exchange student. I was told to come and see the Headmaster before classes started." The secretary - Akimoto Eriko, Rose learned, glancing down at her name badge - smiled and stood.

"Potter-san, Suoh-sama has been expecting you." She said, ushering Rose through an ornate set of doors. Miss Akimoto greeted the Headmaster, a brunette, middle aged man, and then let the door close behind her with a gentle click. She bowed.

"Hello Headmaster Suoh, I am Rose Potter, you wanted to speak with me." He gave her a kind smile.

"Yes, yes, of course. I have your timetable here and I will have Eriko take you to your class soon. You'll be in class 1-A. Although I suppose you know that already?" Rose opened her mouth but he kept speaking, getting more involved in his monologue as he went on.

"Yes, yes, of course you do. I heard that you know our prized honour student, Fujioka Haruhi? Oh yes she's a lovely young lady. A bit odd with how she dresses and such but we all have our eccentricities don't we, Miss Potter? And trust me, we are all so very thrilled to have a student from Hogwarts attending. You all tend to keep to yourselves, don't you? But no matter. I am sure you will have a brilliant stay at Ouran Academy, I'm sure your friend Miss Fujioka does. Now enough chit-chat, just a few small matters to clear up before I send you on your way, as far as extra curriculars go. . .

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Rose walked a step behind Akimoto-san, listening as the secretary's heels clacked against the marble floor. She wondered absent-mindedly if there was any sound-proofing in the class walls, the silence was almost eery. At Hogwarts there was always noise. People chatting and laughing, doors slamming, hundreds of noisy feet up and down the staircases, crashing or exploding noises (although those usually heralded the incoming Weasley twins.) Even during class time you could hear discussions and such. The silence was odd, to say the least. Not bad necessarily, but different. 'Quite like the rest of the school.' Rose thought. Akimoto-san interrupted the beginning of what was sure to be another endless monologue with her abrupt stop. "We're here, Potter-san." She smiled. Akimoto-san turned and opened the door to class 1-A.

'Okay. Definitely soundproofed.'

The room itself wasn't frighteningly loud, but it was certainly busy. The males weren't too noisy but there was large groups of girls, squealing and giggling and- wait. Were they crying? Rose almost took a step back due to the overload of emotions. She shook the thoughts of them from her mind and started scanning the room for the one person she wanted to find. No, no, no, most definitely not. N- huh. Rose's eyes had almost skated over her. Haruhi was there, sandwiched between two red-headed twins, wearing a boys uniform with a haircut to match. 'Oh well,' Rose thought. 'I suppose Ranka has given Haruhi quite a fluid outlook on things. Besides, it's not like she doesn't still look adorable like this.' Honestly the most surprising thing about the situation was the twins she was talking with. Gosh, identical red-haired twins, where did that ring a bell.

Fred and George were still her friends, which given that now she could count her friends on one hand was no mean feat. They were two of the few people that weren't involved in Dumbledore's plot. It was sad that Rose wouldn't be able to see them all that often. After all, the twins had an aspiring business to run in England and Rose was trying to get away from Britain.

She pulled herself from these thoughts with the surprising - and much happier - one that started it. Those twins were talking with Haruhi! And Haruhi was talking back! 'Haruhi has friends!' Rose grinned. She'd been trying to get Haru-chan to make friends since primary school, but Haruhi was always so content with her books. And Rose. Though Rose herself was always on the fence about Haruhi's enjoyment of the latter. Rose pulled her eyes away from her best friend when the teacher started talking to her.

"Potter-san." The kind looking man said, "I am are delighted to have an exchange student. There is five minutes left until class starts, would you like to introduce yourself to everyone?" It was more of a statement than a question but Rose nodded her head anyway. The teacher turned his head toward the students and raised his voice.

"Class. We have an exchange student here." Rose smiled nervously as the class quietened down.

"Good morning everyone. My name is Potter Rose and I am visiting from a school in Britain, please take care of me." After her short, impromptu speech the class erupted into whispers and Rose took a step back to fall in place beside the teacher.

"Now Potter-san, you may take the seat behind Fujioka-kun. He is there," Hamada-sensei said, pointing. "Between the Hitachiin twins." Rose made her way down the aisle and seated herself, placing her satchel down beside her. As she did so, Haruhi turned around, a genuine grin on her face.

"Rose-chan, I've missed you so much! Why didn't you tell me you were starting today?" Rose laughed, leaning forward to hug her friend.

"I wanted to surprise you! There's not a lot I can get past you so I have to take the chance when I can, ne?" The twins - 'Haruhi's friends,' Rose thought giddily, still high on her best friends achievement - spoke, breaking up the friends embrace.

"Wait a minute," The first one frowned, looking between them.

"You two know each other?" The second one finished, sounding confused. They probably already knew of Haruhi somewhat antisocial tendencies.

"Yes." Haruhi smiled "This is Potter Rose. She's-"

Haruhi's explanation was halted by the ringing of the bell.

"Oh," Haruhi frowned. "We'll have to have introductions later. We can't afford to not pay attention in class." The - still currently nameless - twins turned around begrudgingly when Haruhi did, though not before giving Rose one last calculating once-over, and Rose's first class of Ouran Academy began.