The Wizard and the King

This is just for my enjoyment… no other purpose really.

The King and the Wizard


Haruhi Fujioka was a level headed girl. She didn’t believe things unless she saw them with her own eyes. She also knew that she was smart. She knew logic, she knew the laws of Nature and Gravity and they couldn’t be changed.

So the first time that she stepped into Diagon Alley, she was surprised, to say the least.


When Ranka first told Haruhi was a witch, Haruhi replied simply, “I’m not that mean am I?”

Of course, Haruhi was that mean, indirectly. Ranka smiled and waved off his daughter. He went on to explain the facts, which sounded like something out a fantasy book to Haruhi. Witches and Wizards? Wands? Boarding School? London? Classes? Tuition and travel had been too expensive for the poor Fujiokas a couple of years ago. But Ranka had gotten a raise in pay last year, and he’d saved up enough for his daughter to be the witch she was meant to be.

So she was to go from Ouran, directly to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Haruhi objected of course, she wanted to go to Ouran to be a Lawyer, her tribute to her Mother. Ranka sighed then, and placed a hand on her shoulder. He explained very calmly that was a lie. It was something to tell a distraught daughter who was logical and level headed in every sense of the words.

Turns out Haruhi’s mother had been a Curse Breaker who worked for a large bank called Gringotts.

“In London?” Haruhi asked skeptically. Ranka explained about the fireplace and the popping out of one place and reappearing in another in an instant. He was not a wizard, (or witch for the special matter of Haruhi’s Father) and he didn’t know how these things worked.

Then he showed her the letter.

The letter printed on thick parchment in green ink.

Haruhi was still very doubtful. That is, until Ranka packed all of Haruhi’s cute clothes and flew her halfway across the world.

So there she was. Haruhi, dressed by her father in a cute pale pink sundress, sandals and her hair clipped back, staring at an alley full of the weirdest things Haruhi had ever seen up close. Owls hooting from a near by Store window, biting books in a large cage in another window. People dressed in unpractical robes that must have been uncomfortable in the summer heat. She half expected Tamaki Suoh and the rest of the Ouran High School Host Club to pop out of the nearest store front and shout surprise. Kyouya Ootori, the Shadow King of the Club would come forward and explain that this was an elaborate fantasy created by Tamaki Suoh, the club captain and self proclaimed king, to woo some high school girls for his own pleasure.

But to her even greater surprise, nothing of the sort happened. Haruhi’s father, fully decked out in his cross-dressing, and wearing something similar to Haruhi’s dress, danced on the spot in excitement and pointed out some of the things that excited him the most. Then he grabbed her by the hand and yanked her down the busy street, looking for someplace to change Yen into… whatever currency was used here.

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Tamaki Suoh was a very over reactive person. So when his ‘Daughter’ Haruhi Fujioka didn’t come to school one day, in the middle of the term, he got worried. When she didn’t show up the next day, he panicked. He stole Hikaru Hitachiin’s cell phone, since the phone that the Hitachiin’s gave Haruhi only accepted calls from certain phones, and called her every five minutes for 5 hours.

When he got the answering machine every time, he jumped into the luxury car and asked to be taken to Haruhi’s modest dwelling. He knocked on the door for a half an hour, all the while having fantasies of Haruhi and Ranka having to run off in the middle of the night to avoid debt.

Finally a nosy neighbor poked her nose out of her door, and Tamaki turned on the charm to get what he wanted from her.

“Th-they left two days ago with a large trunk and a garment bag…” the middle aged woman said as she blushed slightly. Tamaki smiled and thanked the lady, rushed back to the car and frantically dialed a number he knew very well.

“Kyouya! Haruhi’s-“ Tamaki started, but Kyouya Ootori cut him off.

“She’s in London, yes.” Kyouya replied almost bored. Kyouya had an extensive information network.

“London? Why?!” Tamaki asked, almost in tears.

“She’s been accepted into Hogwarts School, and Ranka has raised the money to take her there.” Kyouya stood from sitting at his desk and went to grab his coat.

“Kyouya! We have to-“ Tamaki started, but again he was cut off.

“Meet me at the airport in 30 minutes, I’ve already arranged everything.” Kyouya said as he hung up the phone. Tamaki sighed as he leaned back against the seat. He stayed there for a few minutes before he leaned forward and pulled his wand from his pocket.

With a loud cracking sound, he was gone.
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[/rolls around laughing]

I doubt anyone else would even want to read something like this.

I needed to entertain myself for a while.

Milk Out.