I finished! whoohoo! It was a lot harder to come up with something than I thought it would be. I know this is a short chapter, and I'm a day late, but there will be another, longer one coming out later this month. A LOT longer. In the meantime, enjoy this chibi installment to the Harry potter/Ouran high school host club crossover.

(Technically, it's not my fault I'm late. My beta was away on vacation and refused to use their computer until REALLY EARLY this mourning. Anyway, my apologies.)

Disclamer!: I own diddly squat! Harry potter belongs to , and the host club to it's owener (I can't spell it for the life of me) If I did own it then a permanent portal between the two would appear and all my favorite characters would start dancing to Mr. Saxobeat dressed up like the countries in Hetalia.

Coughs wracked Harry's small frame as he ran outside his house. The air held a distinct stench of sulfur and burnt toast, which came from the potion he had attempted to brew.

Searching frantically through his book, Harry tried to find out how the hell he went wrong on a simple fever reducer. He had brewed the damn thing hundreds of times before without a single problem, so how in the nine hells did he mess up this time?

"Are you alright, Potteru-san?"

Harry froze, and turned around to see his neighbor, Haru, standing with her son, looking at his house and the deadly smog emitting from it with curiosity.

Putting on a nervous smile, he hid the potions book behind his back and faced the pair.

"Oh, I'm fine. My oven is just on the fritz is all. The movers must have damaged it or something when they installed it."

"That's too bad." she said. "Why don't you come over for dinner? We just came back from the market, and Shika won't mind having another over."

Harry was about to politely decline, when Akira, Hana's son, grabbed his hand. The kid was practically crying silently with his eyes for Harry to do whatever he wanted.

Damn his soft spot for kids.

"If it wouldn't be a bother. It seems I'll have to let my house air out for the next few hours."

Haru smiled brightly and indicated the bags in her arms.

"Then why don't you go put that book your trying to hide from me back inside, while Akira and I get dinner started."

Harry couldn't contain the blush that flooded his face. He was a war veteran damn it! War veterans don't get caught red-handed by housewives.

"Yes ma'am."

Smiling down at Akira, he motioned for the little boy to open the door for his mom, and turned to go back into his smelly house.

Out of eye view from the street he ran through his house like a madman, opening windows to circulate the stench, and dropped his book on one of the side tables. He ran outside again and inhaled the sweat smell of fresh air.

"I really need to learn whatever spell Snape used to keep the dungeons smelling good. There is just no way I'm going another day without finding that out."

Haru, Shikamaru, and Akira, lived to the right of Harry in a modest income home. Haru was originally an american born full-blooded Japanese who came abroad for a college course where she met shikamaru, the rest was just history.

He knocked on their door, only to be greeted by the stoic Shikamaru.

The man was tall, and muscular enough that Harry didn't want to start a fight with him. His hair was cut short to his head, and a almost lazy appearance was permanently fastened on his face. Shikamaru-san was incredibly nice though, and loved cracking jokes at the most opportune moments, making everyone like the guy.

"About time you decided to come over. Poor Haru was starting to think you just didn't want to try her cooking." The grining man said.

"It's not that I didn't want to try her cooking. It's just my own cooking is so delicious I want to eat as much of it as I can."

Shikamaru-san chuckled as he led the brunette into his home. They ended up in the living room, where Akira was coloring on a low table. The two of them sat down on the couch, and turned their attention towards the TV.

"Ah, Potteru-san?"

Harry got up and went over to the kitchen door.

"Hello Haru-san. Whatever it is your cooking, it smells great."

A small blush spread across the woman's face as she smiled.

"Miso soup always smells good young man."

Harry smiled indulgently.

"Anything I can do to help? I feel weird if I'm not helping somehow."

"Hmm, you can make some onigiri if you want. Akira loves the stuff, and sometimes I wonder if that's all he eats."

They talked little while they worked, finishing dinner in record time. Akira's new picture of a dalmatian proudly displayed on the refrigerator.

"So, how's your job?" Shikamaru-san asked amiably. They had finished the delicious meal only minutes before, and the three males of the house had went back into the living room to watch some late cartoons while Haru-san cleaned up the dishes.

"Tiring. I swear those kids are so naive it's amazing they've gotten this far. Their parents must have sheltered them so much they wouldn't know what to do it they were left in the middle of a city. They're nice, don't get me wrong, but common sense doesn't seem to be genetic like it is in everyone else." Harry grumbled.

"Where do you teach anyway? You never said." Haru said as she entered the room, wiping her hands on a towel.

"Ouran. The headmaster deemed me worthy as the drama teacher after a two hour meeting. Unlucky me, I was so bored I agreed."

"Ouran high school is normally a very down to earth school. I find it hard to believe that they're so childish as you say. Most of them have jobs to help with the family expenses." Shkamaru-san said confused.

"*Cough* I teach at Ouran Academy, not the public high school." Harry said lowly, unable to quell the blush from rising. Honestly, he'd been blushing way to much as of late.

Haru-san and her husband seemed stunned for a second before she gathered herself together.

"Well it makes sense now that I think about it. You've already graduated college at such a young age, and public schools would have trouble getting such a young teacher with your credentials. In fact, generally the upper class children stay sheltered up until college themselves. Their parents want them to stay being their little children for as long as possible. So what's it like, teaching seventeen-year old toddlers?"

Harry and Shikamaru-san gaped at her for a minute.

"Honey, how did you know that?"

Haru-san huffed slightly.

"My roommate in college was a spoiled rich brat named Alisa Cornvale. She and her brother had to practically get hit over the head with information before they understood the simplest things. Alisa didn't even know that beer was alcoholic until she got drunk over drinking them like water. Eventually, she learned how to adapt, but I never got to know if she fully understood. I met Shika and moved here before I could find out."

"We-well," Harry stuttered, " There decent enough to handle, but barely half of them have passable English, and seem to think themselves above some of my exercises."

"Watcha do to them?" Akira asked.

"Kicked their butts into gear, or threw them out. In the past week alone I've already lost twelve students. A few tried to get their parents to make me accept them back in, but I blatantly told them to shove off. Don't think they liked that much." He commented.

Shikamaru-san started laughing very loudly, only able to choke out something like wishing to see their faces when they were denied.

"Potteru-san, I think you broke Oto-san." Akira said smiling.

"I think I might have."

Haru-san just smilied exasperatedly and threw the towel over her husband's head.

"Get a hold of yourself dear, or you won't get any dessert."

"Dessert? Is it cake?" Akira asked excitedly.

"That's all you ever want. I'm surprised your not the size of a balloon by now. No, it's brownies. Are you staying for dessert Potteru-san?"

Harry gave a apologetic smile and shook his head no.

"I've got to clean up from the explosion early, and planning tomorrow's lesson plan needs to be done before midnight. Until I've got everything done I can't sleep, and I do wish to get some tonight. Thank you though, next time we should do this at my house. I've got a double chocolate cake that would knock your socks off."

Haru-san smiled and nodded in agreement.

"That sounds lovely. Just tell us a few days before when you want to do it. I want to try this cooking you keep bragging about to my husband. I have high expectations for you."

"Well I hope I can measure up." Harry said honestly. "Now I'm sorry, but I do really need to leave. Thank you for the food, and if you ever need a babysitter, I really wouldn't mind having Akira over for a while."

"Yay! No more Trinasta-san!" Akira yelled excitedly.

"She's the babysitter we normally use. She's of Spanish descent and seems to think Akira loves to listen to her stories of her dogs. Sometimes I think she agrees to come just so she can tell someone about Spot and his trek across the lake. She's the only one who lives in the neighborhood that doesn't have a full time job and is available at almost any hour of the day." Haur-san said. "I don't really like her, but she's all we have. We don't go out often, but you can be sure we'll call you when we need you."

Smiling, Harry said his goodbyes to the family and walked the short distance to his house.

Thankfully, the stench that permeated the air had left, and he quickly went around the house closing all the windows and lighting candles in hopes that the lingering smell would be overpowered.

The doorbell went off, startling him out of lighting a vanilla candle, burning his finger in the process.

"What the bloody hell. That better not be the mailman." He grumbled in English.

"What?" He asked harshly as he opened the door.

Standing on his doorstep was the last person he would have thought to come.

"Good morning Potteru-sensei, I and my family would like to have a little chat with you, if you're agreeable."

Harry could only motion the elderly man in while trying to figure out why the Kasanoda boss of the Yakuza family was trying to speak with him.

Smiling, the man entered the house, leaving his guards/family? outside.

"Now, first off, I have a few questions."

Harry sighed as he led the other man to the sitting room.

"Don't they all?"

Alright! That took a while to finish. There will be another update before the month is up, and like I said, it will be a lot longer than this one, so don't get disappointed with this one's length.

Someone got the answer right, but I have to go through all the reveiws to see who guessed it first. Until then, the cookie shall be on hold, and I shall announce the winner in the next chapter.

(Just for giggles, it's not the Kasanoda leader. He's a bit too old. And for those who thought it was Yuzuru or Tamaki, they're going to be too much like family for anything of that Nature.)

If you have any questions or concerns please ask me, I'll try to reply as much as possible.

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Thanks for reading, tell me how you like it XD