Vacant Little Noises

Prologue

God has given you one face and you make yourself another.
-William Shakespeare

Ouran Academy is a prestigious school made for the rich, by the rich, to serve the rich. Created to nourish the minds of the new generation, it has served as the primary grounds for children of the high class to learn, play, and socialize.

To Harry it was simply a large pink school where he could hide out until he graduated.

Humming softly as he walked through the hallways, Harry couldn't help but feel annoyed at the attention he gained.

"Who's he?" A blond haired girl whispered to her friend.

"Who do you mean?"

"The guy with the hat," she said pointing at him.

"Oh. You mean him." They were a few feet in front of him, yet they made no effort to even try to speak softly. It made no difference, Harry was use to others talking about him.

"Don't pay him any attention; he's nobody important, just some new kid." The girl's friend answered, sending a scoff in his direction.

And that was exactly how he liked it. Harry Sato, the new alias he had given himself, was an average nobody, with just enough money to pass of as rich.

After the war Harry couldn't stand being on English soil for another minute. He needed to leave- take a vacation from everything. As soon as he finished arranging Teddy's, home with his godson's grandmother, Harry had immediately visited the bank, got his accounts in order. Afterwards, he set up his new life and identity, Harry Potter would have to disappear for a few years.

Running away to Japan was something he decided in a random burst of curiosity. He had always wanted to visit the land of the rising sun.

Harry had inherited a ridicules amount of money from both his parents and godfather, which the goblins had encouraged him to invest. Toys, games, clothing, electronics, cars, etc. his parents, like all other purebloods, they had their hands deepen in many places. The Potters owned quite a few billion dollar companies in the muggle world. The Blacks were no exception; they had companies in the medical, transportation, banking and, especially, real estate industries.

Harry had to admit he was good at investing. He seemed to have gained his great-grandfather's talent in making money, though he only started a few months ago. Investing, to him, was like playing quidditch. You had to keep your eyes open for that small golden opportunity and catch it before anyone else.

But the reason Harry came to Japan wasn't to make more money- he could do that anywhere in the world. What he was looking for could only be found in Japan.

Peace was all he wanted. A quiet, peaceful life with no drama, Harry wanted to simply enjoy his final years in school without a dark lord wanting to kill him.

He ignored the two girls and walked pass them. Every single one of the students at this school were too snobby, too pathetic, or just too plain arrogant. It made him sick to know that they would soon be the new leaders of the world.

Simply because of his seemingly minor wealth, they believe that he was below them.

Then there was also the fact that Harry always wore a black beanie with his uniform that managed to cover all of his wild black hair. He also always wore a lime green polar fleece ski scarf and large ski goggles that were tinted dark green, which hid most of his face really well.

Harry was never one to be arrogant about his looks, still he realized that, even without all of his money his face was still something to marvel at. His friends would often comment that, he could have anyone he wanted thanks to his looks alone.

But he didn't want attention, so that had lead to his idea of covering his whole face.

All in all, Harry looked like he was ready for winter even though it was spring. The students all thought his clothing preference were weird and unusual, and had chosen stayed far away from him.

That was fine with Harry, he was immensely happy about being ignored and out of the limelight. That was the reason he was in Japan in the first place. They would never know who he was, nor was he going to tell them anytime soon.

Coming towards a set of double doors, he noticed the sign, 'Music Room #3'. This must be the place Harry thought, slowly pushing the doors open; he stepped in to the bright room.

"Welcome." The greeting was heard as the double doors slammed shut.

A/N: This idea came to me after I read this really good OHHC Harry Potter crossover, known as: Harry and the Gang's New Beginning.

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