It was a normal day at the host club. Honi was stuffing his face full of cake, Mori kept him from over doing it, Haruhi was timid with the girls, Kyoya supervised the whole operation, and Tamaki was keeping up his 'prince charming' act for the young 'princesses'. Hikaru and Karou however, seemed off. Almost as if they could sense something bad was about to happen. That they did. They could tell that the subtle wards they had placed around the school were being taken down, and that a neutral, but angry, presence was marching towards Music Room 3.

At that moment,the doors crashed open to reveal a disheveled young man with a small build a birds nest of hair. The man which the twins recognized, stumbled into the room, his eyes glancing about as if searching for something. The hosts caught a glimpse of the new male's eyes, which closely resembled burning emeralds. When he lifted his head all the way off his chest, a large knife could be seen sticking out of and Karou knew who this was, mainly because they had fought beside him in the war. For, you see, their real names were not Hitachiin, but Weasley. They knew that this was Harry Potter, the boy-with-too-many-hyphens, and the only one who could really tell them apart. Fred and George could see Harry's anger rolling off of him, and they knew that they better have a good reason, for Harry, for running after the war ended.

He walked/stumbled further into the room, and the doors slammed shut on their own accord, barring entrance to whatever was outside. Harry walked over to the twins and, in front of the entire room, slapped them both in girls gasped and started to get up, obviously wanting to hurt whoever even dared hurt one of their hosts. The read-heads kept their heads lowered, but then slowly lifted them to look at Harry, so as to ask, "why is there a knife in your chest Har-bear?" They said this in unison, shifting back into their 'twin-speak' they used before they ran.

"Why is there a knife? You really want to know? There are Death Eaters taking down the wards on this school, and I happened to get stabbed when I got rid of a few. Now, if you wouldn't mind, pull it out so I can die and get it over with." Harry said this in a drawling voice, almost as if he were imitating Malfoy Jr when he was in school. Fred and George looked at each other and nodded, Gred holding Harry still and Forge pulling out the knife lodged in his chest. He gave the boys a small smile, then collapsed onto the floor, as if he were a ragdoll.

All of the people in the room were frozen, because they had never seen someone die and had never seen this side of the devillish twins. Said boys brought out their wands,which had been in wand holsters, and started to lay protective enchantments on the school, to protect the muggles that frequented the large, pink building. Through these charms,they could tell that the only ones in the school who had magic were in the club room, it being the three from and England and an unknown fourth magical.

Harry stirred, which should have been impossible. He sat up, and the hosts could see that while there was a slice in his shirt, his chest didn't have a scratch on it. He raised his hand, which was holding a wand with knots along it to form a grip on the handle. He swung it around in an arc, and all the staff and students started making their way to various rooms around the building, where various wards sprung to keep them safe.

Harry climbed to his feet, and turned to Gred and Forge. "Thank you for the end of the war, I have not been able to stay dead for long, and so when I found out you two knuckle-heads were still alive I took the risk of fighting the Death Eaters. They had my house surrounded, and that's when I took the knife to the chest. So, would you mind telling me why you disappeared after the war ended?"He kept his face blank through this, his mask only cracking he called the knuckle-heads.

Fred scratched the back of his head,and George rubbed his arm. "Well" started George.

"You see-" Fred continued.

"we didn't think you-"

"would want to see us-"

"after what happened."

Here they chorused, "We figured that you had enough to grieve over, and didn't want to think about a relationship." George jerked his head towards his brother, obviously showing Fred was the one that liked Harry.

Harry shook his head, then inclined it towards the civilians in the room. "I believe this is a conversation best held in , may I introduce myself to the friends you have made here?" He tilted his head, looking for names of people in the room.

Tamaki seemed to gather his courage stepping forward, and said,"Who are you, Mister I-can-come-back-from-the-dead? I believe it is only tell us your name first, since you just barged in here!" He stood in front of Haruhi, who he considered the least capable in a fight.

Sadly, Tamaki was mistaken, because Haruhi stepped around him and approached the three boys in the middle of the room. "So this is where you have been hiding? We all looked, but you just disappeared from the face of the planet. So, i came here to get a good education,get adopted, and meet you all. Never, not once, did it cross my mind how similar you were to Fred and George." She ranted a bit, and as she did her hair became a bit more poofy and frizzy, turning into the wild mane of one Hermione Granger. "I told everyone I was coming here, because I wanted to get away from anything to do with the war. And what happens? I FIND YOU TWO PUNKS! WHAT, DID YOU THINK THAT I WOULD NEVER FIND OUT? WELL, GOOD JOB!" She started shouting, tears appearing in her eyes. She let out a loud sob and sunk to the ground, cuddling herself in her arms.

Harry nodded, but went over to calm her down. "Right now is not the best time. To answer your request, I am Harry Potter; and the reason I am alive is because I am the Master of Death (which was an accident)." He bowed slightly, and when he straightened there was an obvious difference. His hair was smoother, like silk, and his clothes turned into a cliche Grim Reaper robe. It hung in shreds around his lean form, showing of his build and causing some the patrons to faint. In his and instead of a gnarled wand, was a long scythe resembling it, with a shimmery cloak hanging off of it, and a dark stone resting on the top. Inscribed above the place where Harry's hands rested was a triangle, with a circle in the middle and a line running down it. He used it like a walking stick, leaning on it heavily. He really did look like death warmed over. He looked over at the hosts and said, "Now, if you wouldn't mind, will you tell me your names?" His voice was a bit raspier than normal.

Tamaki stuttered a little bit, then regained his composure. "I am Souh Tamaki, president of the host club." He bowed lowly, causing some of the patrons to sigh and whisper how polite "the King" was. Looking up, Tamaki quickly motioned for his fellow hosts to take his example and introduce themselves.

Kyoya was the first to step forward, holding his tablet in the crook of his arm. "I am Ootori Kyoya, third son to-"

Harry cut him off. "I could care less about what order you were born, or how much of Japan your family owns. Just tell me your name, and let that be that." His raspy voice cut through any possible arguments, commanding the attention of the room.

Kyoya nodded immediately, not wanting to anger one who has such a large presence. He backed back into the crowd, trying to disappear from Harry's sight all together. Honi hopped up, grabbing Mori's arm and dragging him up with him. "I am Mitsukini but everyone calls me Honi. This is my cousin, Takashi, but we call him Mori. He doesn't talk much." Honi jumped onto Mori's shoulders, ignoring said person's response of "Ah." Harry smiled, amused at the playfulness the two were showing; to him it was obvious how much the two cared for each other. They were practically brothers.

He stared expectantly at the twins and his brown haired friend, waiting for them to say what they had been through during their time at the academy. However, Hermione looked towards the doors, which had rattled like an explosion had gone outside. "I don't think think it would be a good time to continue right now; it seems there are some bitter Death Eaters on our doorstep." She readied her wand, which had been hidden in her sleeve and looked at the two red-heads. "You two should get the civilians to the backroom, that way there won't be any casualties."

Both of them nodded, and began herding both hosts and patrons to the back, but Tamaki broke loose. He rushed forward struck a so called 'heroic' pose. "You can't expect us to go to the back while you have all the fun." Hermione rolled her eyes but let him stay, casting several protective wards so that he wouldn't be noticed and would therefore be safe. Then she faced the door with Harry, the twins joining minutes later.

The large doors burst open causing Tamaki to squeak, and several dark robed people poured into the club room, their white skull masks gleaming viciously. Fred and George grinned and charged, sending silent spells so fast it resembled a gatling gun. Hermione gave a feral grin and rushed in, pulling out her wand and firing spells so fast they were a blur of color. Harry just walked into the fray calmly, using his scythe to send out spells that didn't even look as if the normal wizards had discovered them. They were several colors, greens and reds, blues and oranges. Whenever a Death Eater was struck, the light engulfed them and then reappeared tied up and unconscious.

The whole affair was over in a few minutes. The Death Eaters were tied up and Harry was going to take them to the ministry in a few minutes to ensure they got trials. Tamaki was thoroughly traumatised, even though the wards that had been around him showed a watered down version of what had happened. Hermione told them that she was staying, and that she was going to pay off her debt because most of the money she earned in the war had been used to improve the conditions of magical creatures. George said he was going to stay wherever Fred was, nudging his brother towards the Master of Death.

Due to this nudging, Fred went to Harry before he could apparate to the ministry and asked, "can I...Would it be okay if...Will you take me and George with you to England?"

He was stuttering so badly that just as Harry was going to answer, George came up behind him and shouted, "Just kiss him already!" as he shoved his brother into Harry. And just as Fate would have it, their lips met and the entire room started cheering.