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The raven haired boy sat up gasping for breath with sweat pouring from his face and chest as his emerald eyes searched out the shadowed corners of his dorm room. He threw off his sheets and rolled up and to the side, until his feet met the floor and he sat hunched over in nothing but his boxers and his head in his hands. His ragged breath was the only sound in the room other than the slight squeak of the ceiling fan above as it slowly rotated in the darkness.

The harsh red light of his alarm clock barely registered the time, three in the morning, to his paralyzed mind. He was certain if he wasn't clutching his own his hair his hands would have been shaking as the empty void within his soul called to him once more. He wanted to talk to Ron or Hermione, even Neville would be a perfect person to talk to about the terrors that plagued his dreams but they were to far now, living in England while he chose to return to Japan.

"Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore," the names poured from his lips as he saw them all pass before his eyes. Their unseeing eyes, windows to empty homes, stared back at him with various expressions of shock or pain. They were gone, their lives snuffed out in what he prayed were seconds, while he had stood back up from the sea of dead to keep living. "Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks-"

A knock on his unfamiliar door had him rising to see who could it be. He slowly made his way to the door, stepping around obstacles in hopes to not bang his shins or toes before he made it to his destination. Opening his door he was met by the harsh light of the corridor and winced at the sudden intrusion to his naked eyes.

"You're crying," the voice of Mari stated as he tried to look against the light to see who had knocked. His battle stopped when he felt her hands gently cup his cheeks before her thumbs brushed the salty liquid from beneath his eyes. When had he started crying? "I heard you scream through the wall, and you murmuring shortly after."

"Nightmares," he answered before reaching up to take her hands in his. "It's late Mari. I'm sorry I woke you up but you should go back to bed and rest before classes."

"I'm needed here though," his sister answered as she moved into the room, pushing him back and shutting the door. She had moved as fast as possible to get to her brother's room after his shout had woken her and had managed to grab her light blue robe with the happy hopping bunnies to cover her usual sleep attire, black frilly panties but no top, before leaving and knocking next door.

"Mari," she heard him question but simply took his hand and led him to through the room to his bed. She sat back against the pillows before pulling him down beside her. Her hand rested against the side of his face before he followed her silent direction and laid his head against her chest, before she pulled the covers over them both. "Mari, you don't have to..."

"Shh," she quieted him as she began to run her fingers through his unruly hair. The teenage girl didn't really remember when her parents had adopted Harry, only that she was supposed to be kind to her new brother who had been forced to live a bad life by bad people. Her mother had spent many a morning exhausted from helping Harry recover from nightmares of small dark places and glowing green lights that she hadn't understood until they were eleven.

Softly she began to hum the same lullaby that their mother had sang to them, even when she had been in the hospital before her passing, she had sang it to the three children. In her arms she could feel her brother relax at the familiar tune as she continued to lightly drag her fingers through his hair. She wouldn't pry, not yet at least. In the morning she had a meeting with the Chairman to discuss the situation with the other boys in school and she could ask him when she saw him.

For the moment, she would simply relax beside her brother as she hummed and listened to his breathing even out, a sign that he was finally slipping back to sleep. She loved her brother but something in this last year away had changed him irrefutably and she hoped her plan to meddle with his love life wouldn't push him over the edge. It would seem she would have to do some extracurricular studying in order to understand her little wizard brother.

Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and watched the boys work in the yard. So far this week he hadn't stepped foot inside a classroom, spending his hours with the delinquents and Meiko as they finished the barbed wire fence surrounding the prison building. He had been forced to ask the grey haired girl to stop her usual method of punishment after the boy's seemed a bit too into their punishments.

~-~-~Flashback~-~-~

Harry silently ate his dinner outside of the shut and locked cell that served as the boy's cafeteria and classroom. The nuggets, rice and steamed vegetables that the boys had was good enough for him after a year on stolen stale bread and jerky while hiking through the woods. It was a tough lesson after the massive feasts served at Hogwarts that food was not to be wasted. Though he nearly spit his mouthful of food out as he heard the conversation taking place just on the other side of the wall.

"Yes I was pissed!" That voice sounded an awful lot like the big guy of the group, Andre. "I was pissed at the little fucker who kept me from licking the Vice Presidents boots! I was so close!"

The wizard almost dropped his chopsticks as he listened to the boys argue over their dinner.

"I've never been so close to a woman's legs and her beautiful ass!" That was Gakuto.

"I got to say 'Fuck' to a woman," the reserved Joe said just before he began to cough.

"Her spit was delicious," Andre shouted and Harry thought the boy sounded close to tears.

"I cannot wait for my turn," the blonde Shingo shouted out.

"I can't believe you guys would like something like that," Kiyoshi's voice was disgusted.

"'I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU' is something we should be yelling back at you! How could any straight man not want to be pushed around by such a beautiful woman," Gakuto shouted back.

Harry sat back in his chair, thinking of how to use this little dialogue to his advantage. There was no way he was going to permit these disgusting creatures lay a hand on the girl he knew from his youth. He did not like to be violent, but it would seem he would need to step forward to stop them from taking advantage of Meiko's determined nature.

~-~-~End Flashback~-~-~

He had mentioned the incident to his sister and she had told him to take care of the problem however he saw fit. He didn't particularly care for the way that Meiko was dealing with the punishments, it seemed a tad too violent, but he knew from experience that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. So he stood back and watched as the brown eyed girl sat on Kiyoshi's chest and forced him to look at her with her trusty crop.

"I will never bow to your violence," the blue haired boy ground out between his teeth, and Harry felt some hope for the first year student. The boy pushed through everything done to him and oddly enough, he was reminded of Neville as the boy kept rising to the occasion.

However...

"I will gladly take his punishment, Vice President," Gakuto declared as he stood up and turned to the scene that Harry was watching.

"You can use your crop on me," Shingo also stood to give his disturbed support to the glasses wearing prisoner.

"FUCK ME," Joe shouted out loudly.

"Let me lick your boots," flew from Andre's mouth.

Harry's foot was flying through the air before he really understood what he was doing and brought his heel around to slam into all four boys' faces in one swift movement. Blood flew out of the prisoners' mouths as they slammed to the ground in a violent tangle of limbs only for the shadow of the Underground School Council's Vice President of the Male Student Population to fall over them.

"I would hate to steal Meiko's fun of trying to teach you boys to become better men, but it seems as though you just aren't getting it," he said with an air of calm that he didn't really feel. How dare these boys call out such vulgar things to Meiko! "From now on," he continued and stepped forward so all they could see was the glare of the sun from his glasses against his shadowed body, "I will be dealing with you four."

A large puddle of yellow liquid began to seep out from beneath the cowering school boys.

"I think that will be enough work for today," the voice of Mari called out from across the yard, causing everyone to turn to the crow-mistress as she approached. "I can see that things are not working out like we had hoped. They still aren't learning anything. Starting tomorrow their suff... lessons will be harsher."

"The Chairman," Harry asked over his shoulder from where he still loomed over the other men.

"Yes."

"Alright boys, form a line," Harry demanded and watched as they scampered out of the mud created by their collective piss soaked dirt and stood in formation. It was only a few seconds later that he saw Kiyoshi rush to take his place among the line. "Get back inside."

As Harry marched the prisoners back into the darkness of the prison, Mari moved to stand next to her best friend. The girl was breathing heavily and staring at the back the President's brother with an intensity that the other girl had never seen before. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even seem to be sweating as she usually did when put on the spot.

"Harry came to me with concerns about the boys attitudes toward you," the dark haired girl said as she looked at her friend with her blues eyes. "He said that your punishments were fueling their lust and driving them further down the path we are trying to teach them to avoid. Starting tomorrow Hana will be accompanying you two on guard duty. Harry was never a violent person and might not have the same ease at beating the scum as you two do so bringing her in could be helpful."

"They'll learn they don't like to be hit," Meiko said with a grin as the boy her attention was focused on disappeared beyond the prison door. "It was no accident you called him a war hero that first day was it?"

"Of course not. It is was completely planned out the night before so that they would look at Harry and see just how noble he was. I didn't expect hi to take off his shirt though," she finished quietly at the thought of her brother's scarred torso. "The war did things to him, Meiko. He isn't the same boy he was before, no matter how much he may pretend otherwise. He woke me screaming in the middle of the night and when I checked on him he was in tears."

"War can break a... Man," the voice of the Chairman spoke up from behind them. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and his mustache carefully combed above his lip so that not a single hair was out of place. His suit was straight and he held a folder filled with papers beneath his arm. "The fact that he can put on a happy face and still work on his classes astounds... Me."

Meiko shook her head at the thought of the young boy and felt the heart behind her massive chest break for him. Unlike the other boys he never talked about her chest with any sort of perverse pleasure. He never teased her about her hair or chest even way back then.

"He's having some issues with his classes," she did say after a long moment. "He tries to hide it from the boys but he is often checking their papers to figure out how he is supposed to figure out some of the problems he's having."

"Hogwarts was a school for magic not basic... Studies," the Chairman said with his usual inflection. "I will speak to him tomorrow about getting a... Tutor."

"Why not have Meiko do it," Mari said with a smirk toward her grey haired friend as she watched her go stiff at the idea. "After all, it has been so long since Harry studied any real academics that starting from the beginning will probably be helpful. Tomorrow while Hana watches the prisoners Meiko can help Harry study and catch up."

"Madam Presi- Mari," Meiko whispered and glanced at the doorway to the prison to make sure no one could hear them. "I tried showing Harry my strength and nerve but he still felt the need to protect me from those disgusting perverts. Are you sure he'll want to study with me?"

"I have no doubt about... It," the Chairman said as he gave Meiko a hard look. "Harry was always a very proud and stubborn boy, even after we adopted him in England. That being said, he has always had a big heart and a soft spot for those he considers close and loved ones. If a boy ever said to Mari or Chiyo what those boys said to you, I would expect my son to do the same if not... Worse."

The three stood outside the prison unaware of the brown haired girl who was looking at them all with sad eyes from one of the windows higher up in the school building. "No one who likes sumo can be all bad," she whispered.

Meiko smirked as she sat beside her fellow Vice President at the brown wooden table they had the boys bring out for them to work at. The boy was struggling with the advanced mathematics that came with their higher grade and more modern education that wasn't taught at his wizard school. She was leaning close to him as she watched him work on his assignment and checking his problem solving while silently enjoying the way her massive bust was hugging his upper arm and the feeling of him moving between her breasts as he wrote.

The blonde haired Hana was sitting across the table from them as she poured three cups of her dandelion tea. It was well known throughout the school that Hana prided herself on her tea making skills, even if they didn't quite match to Meiko's personal taste. With the Secretary now helping fill in the roll of guard, the boys had been set out to search for four leaf clovers to be pressed into bookmarks and sold to raise money for underprivileged kids. The blondes smaller breasts and pants she wore under her shirt was the complete opposite of the brown eyed vice president and would hopefully keep the boys focused.

Meiko could understand that not everyone was like her. She was never really one to sit lady like, and preferred to rest with her legs spread and enjoying the cooling breeze that kept her over productive sweat glands in check. She was of course by no means one of the petite girls of Hachimitsu Academy having developed well before the other girls and to much larger proportions that she had to find ways to cool down which was why she had to ask for permission for her more revealing school uniform. Still, she hated to sit still and after working so hard in your younger years in her desire to help Harry in his war, she had developed a habit of working out whenever she started to feel restless which overheated her body even more.

She dutifully ignored the boys as they brought their measly offers of clovers and placed them on the table with smiles. Her discussion with Mari and the Chairman had caused her to realize that the boys were using her personal problems to their perverted advantage and so she didn't bother to look up when they came by. The problem though seemed to be the larger boy, Andre, who seemed to be wiggling and sweating every time he asked her for something and she ignored him, leaving it to Hana to answer as she helped the British born student with is homework.

"Thank you so much for your help, Meiko," the green eyed Kurihara said as he turned his attention from his finished studies to the woman pressing against his side. He was stunned for a moment on just how close she had managed to get to him before he noticed the large pile of four leaf clovers on the table. "Wow, I didn't even notice how much those guys had managed to gather," he said with a blush.

The teenage wizard had to admit that he was slightly worried sitting across from the seemingly chipper blonde and so didn't mind the soothing touch of the girl beside him. Hana didn't seem to like him much, probably regarding him the same as she did the inmates they were watching over, and after she had nearly caved in Shingo's skull for waving her off earlier that day with a devastating down kick. For God's sake the boy had fallen to the ground and twitched like a landed fish after the blow and he thought he would need to take him to the infirmary for brain damage!

"It was no problem, Harry," Meiko said as she turned to look at the pile of clovers as well. "I merely talked to the Chairman and the President about how you were struggling in some of your courses and may need help. The Chairman will talk to you later today about receiving a tutor and I want you to know that I offered my services," she said as she pushed her glasses up on her nose.

"Ah, thank you for noticing," the raven haired boy said as he looked at the table and blushed. "I-I have difficulty asking for help and if someone can help me who can understand why I'm so far behind, it is a great relief."

"It isn't a problem," the spectacle wearing girl said as she turned her body away from him, nearly pulling his arm out of the socket with how it was trapped inside her cleavage. "I merely saw a problem and was happy to help correct it."

"We're all finished."

The voice of Kiyoshi pulled the two from their conversation to look at the boys lined up a few feet away and bowing slightly. They turned back to Hana, as this was her project, so see how the boys had done.

"Oh my, so many clovers," Hana said excitedly as she stood up to fully inspect the green mound on the table. Her blue eyes narrowed as she spotted something among their contribution and reached for it. On pure instinct alone Harry moved his books and papers to his backpack as he kept an eye on the girl and felt the rising intent to kill coming from her. "Why are their three leaf clovers... INCLUDING IN YOUR OFFERING UNDERLINGS!"

The green eyed wizard could only stare at what he assumed to be a possessed woman as she brought her hand down, chopping the table clear in half and sending clovers flying in all directions. Beside him, Meiko seemed to be calmly sipping her tea as she watched Hana prepare to go to work.

The blonde moved like lightning as she smashed an open palm across Gakuto's cheek before twisting around and smashing her elbow into Shingo's nose releasing a jet of nose blood. Her left leg lifted into the air and slammed into Joe's stomach sending the boy flying back before she backhanded Kiyoshi in the temple. She finished her steady tirade of pain by leaping to into a kick that caught Andre directly in the face sending the obese boy flipping through the air to land on the ground with a thud.

"Now go find some before I have to get violent," the blonde huffed as she stood among the carnage that was their inmates with blood dripping from her clenched fist.

The boys all shrieked and took off into the surrounding trees to find more clovers, some not even bothering to stand but to crawl away from the karate student as fast as possible.

The wizard moved quickly out of the girl's way as she approached the seats around the now destroyed table, pushing himself up against the grey haired vice president. The hair, the eyes, her whole demeanor was so off from the person who the crazed secretary reminded him of, but still he couldn't help but compare her to Bellatrix Lestrange. The way she seemed to enjoy crushing people so violently and causing pain was just to similar. He would need to cast a detection spell on the girl as soon as possible to make sure she wasn't possessed by the Voldemort obsessed witch.