Eighteen year old Kurihara Harry groaned as he laid across the couch of the Underground Student Council with one leg thrown over the armrest. His raven hair, so much like his sisters, stood up in all directions as his green eyes stared lazily at said sister sitting behind her desk. She was sitting straight backed with her eyes narrowed at her computer screen and legs crossed.

He had spent the last seven years of his life attending the 'premier' school of magic in the United Kingdom under his birth name, Harry Potter. He had learned to use magic with a wand, fought monsters of unspeakable horror, and fought a war against dark wizards and the madman who had slain his birth parents, died and come back to life.

Nothing prepared him for the revelations dropped on him by the Kurihara sibling's father... The Chairman.

"Harry, with your recent acts of bravery in Eng... LAND," the mustachioed head of Hachimitsu Academy began, "I feel it is time for us to spend a year togeth...ER!"

"Oi, Mari, I'm surprised you called me down here," Harry said as he laced his fingers behind his head. "Chiyo told me how hard you fought against allowing boys into the school, I didn't know you hated your little brother so much."

The girl's harsh eyes turned from her computer screen for a moment and softened somewhat at the sight of the laid back teen on the couch before hardening to glaciers once more as they turned to the screen. Before England had come calling for their savior the two had been quite close, but over the years, especially after Harry's fourth year, the middle brother of the family seemed to distance himself from his sisters.

Not that they didn't know what was going on. Their father could never keep a secret, if her knowledge of the old man's pornographic addiction was any clue, and he had talked almost endlessly about his warrior son fighting for the people. When he had mentioned Harry's death and the absurdity that brought him back to them from the grave, Mari had vowed to never allow her brother out of her sight again.

"I did not know you were coming back," she said as she gracefully moved her fingers to type on the keyboard in front of her. "For once father managed to keep a secret and you arrived a week late for school. I've- I've already had pamphlets released that none of the female students are to converse with the males."

"We aren't all like dad," Harry said sadly before sitting up on the couch. "I've had an invisibility cloak for years but never used it for filthy desires... no matter how much Ron might have begged."

"Your girlfriend's brother," Mari asked with a raised eyebrow. She knew Harry would never devolve to the practice of peeping on girls but to know he was so closely tied to a pervert was almost sickening.

"Ah, me and Ginny had to end our relationship at the end of my sixth year," the raven haired wizard said as he ran a hand through his hair. "It was too dangerous for her to be associated with the number one most wanted on Voldemort's hit list so I broke it off. By the time the war was done she had found solace in the arms of another."

"Longbottom," Mari asked with a sympathetic hitch to her voice.

"Pansy actually," he answered with a shrug. "Out of everyone who returned to Hogwarts last year, a Slytherin girl was the last person I imagined Gin-Gin would go for."

Mari sat rigid in her chair as her eyes grew slightly wide. That was not something she had expected to hear at all. Harry was always such a private person that even his love life was a closed book to his family. The fact that he had found love and lost it due to destiny was something she secretly and shamefully was thrilled by. While she didn't harbor any such fantasies for her adoptive sibling, she knew someone who had demanded to read every letter he sent them since he left to learn magic.

Speaking of letters, she had to admit herself heartbroken at his tear streaked letter confiding in the loss of his snowy owl, Hedwig, sent by a strange eagle owl. They were opposites in many ways, but their preferred avian pets showed how they were so similar. When his owl would fly with one of her crows she could almost recall the Yin Yang symbol soaring against the evenings twilight skies.

A buzz from her phone on the desk had the fortieth President of the Underground School Council turning away from her work to check her message.

Harry could instantly tell that something had happened to enrage his older sister by a month. Her eyes narrowed as she stood and slid the small rectangular smartphone into her plaid skirt pocket. She slid her tan jacket on over her white button up shirt and began to make her way around the desk, her black dress shoes nearly leaving prints in the carpet she was stomping so hard.

"Heh? Sis," Harry asked seeing his older sister's furious face. "Did something happen to one of your friends?"

She stopped at the question, glad that living in England and schooling in Scotland hadn't knocked all the manners she had spent years cramming into his head free. Still, even that did not stop her building rage as she reached into her pocket and held out her phone for her brother to see.

Taking the phone Harry's eyes zipped along the kanji before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before standing. His dyed blue dragon-hide uniform jacket was sliding over his shoulders before he fully grasped what he was doing and gave the phone back to her. If you had asked him when he was younger if a text message from the adorable Meiko would send him into a towering rage, he would have laughed.

Now, he was pissed.

Unconsciously the wizard was rolling up his sleeves as he walked through the halls beside his sister, the uniform and weather being hotter than what he was used to in Scotland for that time of year. The act though showed the scars of physical and psychological battle. The circular scar of the basilisk's fang was set high on the inside of his right arm, the words 'I must not tell lies', forcefully carved into the back of his right hand, and the drawn scar of the cursed dagger on the night of the Dark Lord's resurrection across his left forearm.

He caught his sisters glance but shook his head. There were many things he hadn't bothered to write home about merely sending the cliff notes so that their father wouldn't drag him back. Poisonous snake bites, torture and his own worst experience did not belong written in letters or discussed when they had such a short amount of time together during the summer.

He had wanted Mari and Chiyo to remain as innocent as they could while his own was stripped from him layer by layer. It was his job as their brother to protect them from the true nightmares that lurked just beyond their sight.

A squeaking noise had both siblings looking down one of the halls to see a boy in a black rubber bodysuit sneaking out of the girl's showers and trying to slip out one of the side doors unnoticed. A mere nod passed between them before he continued the way they were originally heading, allowing his sister to take on the sneaking pervert.

Pushing open the main door to the school he was almost brought up short by the sea of over one thousand girls bearing baseball bats, torches, spiked clubs and pitchforks standing with their backs to him. Over their heads he could see four wooden stakes raised up with four boys tied by thick ropes, bound from neck to ankle, completely naked and terrified.

'Those are the assholes who tried to peek at Chiyo,' he thought darkly before taking his first steps into the crowd of enraged women.

A hush seemed to follow him as he moved through the crowd, girls turning to look at the commotion behind them backed out of his way as he made his way toward the front. A few called for his head as well but he ignored them as his eyes seemed to glow in the torches light, a sick Avada Kedavra green that seemed to want to prove that looks could in fact kill.

"Where is the other one," Shiraki Meiko demanded as she brandished her leather riding crop and whipped it across the long haired boy's wedding tackle eliciting a scream. "You will tell me if for nothing but the sake of your own crotch!"

Harry's eyes traveled up his sister's best friend and he had to admit the years were very kind to the grey haired girl. A set of high heel boots were strapped over impressively muscular legs, leading to a skirt so short he could just see the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out. Her shirt and jacket were unbuttoned and pulled taught over a set of breasts he hadn't thought could get any bigger the last time he had seen them. Her cat's eye glasses and enraged brown eyes gave her the glare of an angry librarian when combined with her hair twisted up in its usual bun.

"The other one is-" the boy with nothing but a hood to hide his face began before the long haired boy covered his shout.

"There was no other one! We were working alone!"

"I doubt that," Harry said as he fully stepped into the torchlight, letting the orange glare of the flames reflect off his glasses and seem to blend with the otherworldly glow of his eyes.

"What the hell? Who are you," the glasses wearing boy asked from his place up on the stake. "You weren't assigned to our dorm! You weren't at orientation!"

"I just arrived tonight," he admitted with a glare. "It is such a shame my arrival is not met with a festive cake, but rather with sight of naked scum tied to logs."

"Big Brother!"

Harry turned to see the wide eyed and gleeful stare of his younger sister among the crowd. Many of the first years who surrounded her looked between the two in shock, taking in Chiyo's brown hair and eyes against his black and green colors.

"Bi-Bi-Bi-BIG BROTHER," the boy who seemed to become spokesman for the group questioned in horror as he took in the boy's scarred arms and hard face.

"Yeah, that was my little sister you perverts were peaking on," Harry said furiously. "For you four though, I don't believe such honorifics are necessary. You can just call me the Master of Death," he said clenching his thrusting his forefinger at the other boys.

"Ha-Ha-Ha-" a panting voice questioned and Harry turned to see Meiko standing with her crop held high as though frozen in place. A shadow seemed to loom over her body as sweat dripped from her bared skin to pool on the ground between her legs.

"Sorry I didn't announce my arrival, Vice President," the wizard said as he ran a hand through his hair. "I asked the Chairman to keep my coming a surprise."

A thud from nearby caused everyone to take their eyes away from the most recent student to spy the first year, Fujino Kiyoshi laying sprawled out at the feet of the President. His face was almost nothing more than a bruised mass of swollen flesh as blood poured from his puffy lips. His black rubber bodysuit matching the four found with the other delinquents on the roof.

"So, why isn't he with the other boys," Midorikawa Hana asked as she turned her head from the boy resting once more on the couch in the office of the Underground Security Council. "I thought we were going to be shutting up all the boys in their dorm in preparation for their sentencing tomorrow."

"He is not like the other boys," Meiko said as she stared at her blonde haired subordinate and second closest best friend in the world who sat beside her on the love-seat across from the boy. It was easier for her to pretend that the crow haired boy wasn't in the room yet still she felt the flood of perspiration traveling down her thighs at the thought of him.

The grey haired teen knew much of her best-friend's little brother's exploits in foreign lands thanks to her having eagerly read every word written in his quill written parchment letters delivered by owls. She had been just as elated as his victories as any member of his family and just as crushed by his hard times. However, she had found excuses not to see him after he had turned colder after his fourth year at the magic school though she had found out about the war he was to be apart of later.

She strived daily to reach the strength to one day help the boy in his battles only to learn of his attempts at romance while away. She had been overjoyed to hear of his failures at the Yule Ball and the following year on Valentine's Day onto to be devastated to learn of the Weasley girl in his sixth year. She had thrown herself into her regiment to show him that she was better than any witch and could crush any others after his heart with her superior strength.

"My little brother will not be joining the other boys," Mari stated from her seat at the head of the table. She was sitting as Harry had seen her earlier that evening, just as poised as their mother had taught them as she sipped the tea that Hana was passing around. "He was not involved in the actions taken tonight since he was here with me when we received Meiko's text."

"I understand," the blonde girl said as her eyes flickered between the President and her younger brother her hair just sliding over the tops of her shoulders. While their hair was unmistakably similar, she knew that Chiyo had brown eyes and the President blue, so how did the male sibling get green eyes? The poor eyesight was easy to understand since Chiyo was nearsighted and needed contacts. Maybe the boy's eyes were easily agitated?

"In fact, Harry will be signing this," the raven haired president said as she slid a manila folder across the table around which they all set.

Intrigued, Harry opened the folder to find one of his sisters contracts. The girl was anything if not thorough and while the piece of paper might not be legally binding, it would keep those who had signed loyal for having made the decision.

"You want me to join the Underground School Council," he asked raising an eyebrow. "I think I have the wrong plumbing, sis."

The stern teenage girl rolled her eyes at her brother's words.

"If you had bothered to read it instead of just glance at the header you would see its for a new position in the organization. I took the liberty to type it up when you were here earlier," she explained seeing him peruse the paper in front of him. Inside she felt a smirk threatening to split her face that she viciously clamped down on in order to keep her plans as close to her chest as possible.

"Vice President," Harry asked his eyes flickering to Meiko who had tensed up at his words than back to his sister, "of the Male Student Body?"

"Yes, as the only male in this school I can trust, having you in charge of the perverts who we caught tonight will be a bonus as you can see and hear what we cannot," she said gesturing to herself and the other ladies present. "Your job will be to serve as one of the guards over the prison along with Meiko."

"Devious. You think the boys might hatch a plan while they are in places that Meiko can't reach such as restrooms or baths," he said with a nod of his head. Reaching into the breast pocket of his uniform's jacket he produced a pen and quickly scribbled his name on the bottom of the contract. "They will pay dearly for trying to peep on Chiyo."

"Harry, you must be tired after your long journey and all the excitement tonight," Mari continued just before lifting her teacup to her mouth. Behind the rim of her cup she smirked seeing the slightly younger teen yawn in answer. "Hana, Harry's room is beside mine as per the chairman's orders. Please show him the way while I talk to Meiko about her duties starting tomorrow."

"Huh," the blonde asked questioningly before she saw the president's eyes shift to her left and the girl beside sitting next to her. Turning her head she saw the reddened cheeks of the fierce vice president and felt her eyes go wide for a second before she jumped to her feet. "Of course, Madam President. It would be an honor to show the new Vice President to his room."

"Yeah, yeah, vice president," Harry muttered as he pushed himself up to his feet. He hated to admit how tired he really was but in order to keep his arrival a secret he had flown from England to Japan that morning so his sisters would have no idea of his arrival and his father could not spill the beans that he was home. "Just-YAWN- Just Harry is fine."

Meiko nervously watched as the new Vice President of the Male Student Body followed the Secretary from the room. Other than a sentence here and there she hadn't been able to speak in front of the boy she had met after becoming friends with Mari years before. She hadn't even been able to speak directly to him, to shocked by his sudden appearance to be able to get her nerves under control so she could even squeak out a 'Good night'.

"You need to relax, Meiko," the raven haired eighteen year old spoke as she moved to kneel before her friend and produced a handkerchief from her pocket. The little brown smiling bear on it brought a smile to both women's faces as they thought about their younger years as she wiped it across her oldest friend's bare skin. "Harry isn't going to bite. In fact, I found out just tonight that he broke up with the Weasley girl in England."

"They... broke up," Meiko said in disbelief as she turned her eyes from her friend to the door. "He seemed to be so happy in his letters when he was with her."

"They broke up over a year ago," the President said conspiratorially as she moved to sit next to her friend, placing the now soaked cloth on the table in front of them. "You know that my little brother was in a war with the man who killed his real parents, well he broke up with her to keep her safe. She is now with another woman leaving Harry's heart free."

"His heart..."

"You know, Harry admitted in his letters what drew him to the redheaded girl," Mari said as she leaned her shoulder against her best friends. "She could hold her own with the boys and seemed to be just as good as he was at that broomstick sport his kind play. I would say, if he saw the strength and determination that you have shown me for the past four years, he might not be able to keep his heart to himself."

"His heart..." The Vice President repeated as she stared at the doorway through which the boy had left for the night. Her brown eyes were ablaze with emotion as she took in everything that her best friend was saying. This was her chance. Her chance to show him the training she had put herself through and the attitude that Mari had helped bring out in her.

"His heart... will be mine."

The wizard stood near the main entrance of the barren quad with his blue jacket lazily tossed over one shoulder. Behind him was the Prison, the lone building sat in the very center of the squared space and the only part with vegetation as trees and vines grew along its old brick surface. It was nearly everything the boy could do to keep from bursting out laughing as he saw the black and white jumpsuits the other boys had to wear for their in-school suspension. He knew his sister was one for tradition but honestly he would have thought forcing the perverts to wear pink would have been more fitting.

"These five stand accused of violating the basic human rights of their female classmates along with multiple counts of sexual harassment. Disgusting," Mari said as she looked at sheet of paper in her hand. She turned slightly and pointed to the brick building behind the USC. "Sentencing will start immediately. These five will spend one month in the school prison."

"What about him," the blonde boy asked motioning to Harry with his head since their arms were bound in shackles.

Harry raised an eyebrow before turning to his own sheet of paper with a list of names and general descriptions. The boy's name was Wakamato Shingo and had been found naked on top of the building reserved for the baths.

"Ah yes, him," Mari said with a smirk as she looked back at Harry before turning her attention back to the prisoners. "Allow me to introduce you to the newest member of the Underground School Council, Vice President of the Male Student Body, Kurihara Harry. He too will be serving time at the prison," she said and saw the boys seem to breath a sigh of relief that they weren't going to be alone, "as one of the guards."

The boy in question raised in hand with a smile toward the other males in greeting.

'That's- that's Chiy's older-' the dark blue haired Kiyoshi thought in horror as his blue eyes stared at the scarred forearm of the other boy. The Underground Student Councils female members were so rigid and dominating, but the boy behind them, despite appearing completely at ease, gave off a feeling that the first year student couldn't describe in words, only that it terrified him.

The brother of the crow-master didn't see what the guys were so terrified about when it came to the prison. While the beds might not have been the softest, the cells were at least semi-private with a toilet for their personal use. There was a community bath and shower sure but that wouldn't be any different from the being outside. The meals would be brought to them and they would be able to do their school work thanks to a monitor set up that showed their classes.

While it wasn't Hogwarts by any means, they didn't have to worry about sleeping as part of a ring of beds surrounded by another four boys and unable to handle the matter that arose from walking up endless staircases behind girls in school uniform skirts!

The group of nine students moved into the prison where Mari lead them to the room that would be their classroom and cafeteria for the next four weeks.

"The Underground Student Council will not tolerate insubordination," the crow haired girl continued once the five imprisoned boys were seated. "If even one of you morons tries to escape the others will be punished right along with you. The first escape will get you a months added sentence, a second will add three more and a third will see you all expelled."

"How can you say we violated their basic human rights and then lock us up like-" the glasses wearing boy, Morokuzu Takehito, called Gakuto by his friends, suddenly tried to proclaim as he shot up from his seat and glared at the council members present.

His question though was cut off by a leather riding crop cutting across his cheek that sent him to the floor courtesy of Meiko's powerful arm.

"You don't speak without permission," she said with a glare in her brown eyes as she snarled at the boy on the floor.

"Well how about if I just get my parents to talk to the school board," Shingo asked he stood up to take the fallen boy's face.

"Go ahead," Mari said as she produced her phone and put it on the table.

"What? Really," the blonde asked in disbelief.

"Of course, go ahead and admit that you were caught peeping at the first year girls bathing, an offense that would get you expelled normally, and instead have to face in-school suspension instead," she said with a victorious grin before watching him sink into his chair in defeat.

"This isn't even that bad a punishment to be honest," Harry broke in with a shrug. "A month hanging out with my friends doing some manual labor to help improve the school isn't worth writing home about."

When the boys looked at him in disbelief he held up his right hand, showing the words that were scarred into his flesh. 'I must not tell lies' seemed to glow in the fluorescent lights of the prison.

"What kind of school did you have to go to," the obese boy, Andō Reiji, also called Andre, asked in terror as he stared at Harry's hand with is small beady eyes.

"That isn't important," Mari demanded as she forced herself not to look at her brother's scarred hand. "Harry is one of the most honorable men I've ever met. You should be honored to have an actual war hero standing guard over you."

Harry sighed as he remembered his list of detentions he had spent at Hogwarts, forcibly ignoring the war hero comment from his sister. He knew she was just doing it to put even more fear into the five but honestly he hadn't done anything to be proud of. He supposed in his list of detentions that his hours of torture under Umbridge just barely topped his hours of answering Lockhart's fan mail.

The discussion of what was going to happen and the rules was over and they all filed out of the prison once again. Harry wasn't entirely sure why his sister was keeping him next to Meiko but it was probably to keep the perverted boy's from taking advantage of the curvaceous female Vice President. However, the way her hips moved while walking in her three inch tall high heels was almost hypnotic as Harry followed her out to yard.

Once they were outside Harry noticed a pile of stakes made from tree trunks piled high in the corner of the quad along with several rolls of barbed wire. He stopped walking next to Meiko as she turned to take in the prisoners. Something about the way she stood like a military general or an aggressive headmistress made him need to bite his lip to keep from being distracted.

"Listen up scum," the usual, to Harry at least, sweet sounding Meiko barked out like a drill sergeant in an American military movie as she moved her hands behind her back to grip her crop. "You will have three days to build a perimeter around the prison using the materials provided!"

"After school time is strictly for my Three Kingdoms study sessio-" Gakuto tried to argue only to be met by Meiko's crop again and sent to the ground.

Harry raised his eyebrow as she watched the grey haired teen put her heel against the points cheek and twist her leg back and forth. With her short skirt and the way she was facing he could see the very detailed outline of her most private area through the purple material of her thong. She was so forceful and seemed so at ease with putting the pervert in his place.

For a moment a thought of Meiko dressed in a black corset, garter belt and stockings flickered through his mind before he violently shoved it away with a blush on his cheeks. No one needed to know how he thought of his sisters best friend, especially not while they were already punishing a prison full of perverts.

"No more talking without permission," Meiko demanded before turning her attention to the rest of the boys. "The rest of you take note! Obey me or learn a similar lesson in manners. Now get to work," she demanded while taking her foot off the boy's face, allowing him to scramble after the other boys towards the tools they would need.

"Maybe I should have said something as well," the British born wizard asked as he moved to stand beside the well endowed Vice-President. "Of course, it would have been redundant since you seemed to get everything across. Though, was stepping on the boy's face really necessary, Meiko?"

"Boy's like that need to know their place, Harry," the girl said with a faint blush she was glad she could contribute to the setting sun. "They are disgusting scum who fought and argued despite the lenience that we've shown them."

"They are protesting quite a bit to a simple month of quarantine away from the female students," he admitted with a shake of his head. "It makes me wonder why they actually came to this school."

"They came for the male to female ratio," Mari answered from behind the two vice presidents making them turn toward her. "They were quite loud about it in the lunchroom yesterday morning, especially the one who calls himself Gakuto. They were sitting at one of the tables speaking loudly of waiting for a nipple slip or panty shot."

"People like that are why we men will never fully escape our reputation as perverts," he muttered and shook his head and noticing the droplets of sweat dripping from his bangs. "Its to hot out here for these uniforms," he said with a sigh before walking to one of the trees surrounding the prison and hanging his jacket on a branch.

Without a thought he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off to hang up next to his jacket.

"A war... hero," he heard from behind him causing him to turn around to a full range of reactions. The boys were staring at him in open horror and whispering among themselves. The three girls hadn't said anything but were seemingly looking at anything but his torso.

Harry glanced down at his body unsure of what the reaction was for. He was never a big guy and probably never would be. His tone stomach was from years riding his broom in quidditch practices and matches having to rise up and lower himself and turn using his abdominal muscles to forcefully move the speeding wooden pole in the direction he wanted to go in.

"Oh... right," he muttered as he took in the newest scars. Sitting on his breastbone was a rectangular burn that spider-webbed out over his pectorals, a reminder of his attempt to free the Sword of Gryffindor from its icy prison while wearing Slytherin's Locket. The second was a jagged slice, like his scar on his forehead, that ran from just above his heart to the middle of his stomach, the cursed mark left by his second Avada Kedavra survival.

"I apologize, I forgot myself," Harry said quickly and moved to grab his shirt.

"It's fine," the President said as she moved to look at him. "We'll be talking about this later," she said with a firm glare that made even Harry swallow. "You may attend your duties as you see fit, if it is hot, get comfortable. I know you are more used to a colder climate."

"Thanks," he said with a smile before turning to the boys who were still talking to one another. "Oi, who said you slackers could relax," he demanded as he stepped around his sister to glare at the prisoners who suddenly jumped away from each other and stood up straight. "You were told you had three days to get this barricade built, I don't think you'll meet that deadline standing around!"

"Yes Vice President!" The boy's all chorused together before getting back to work.