Exchange Students

Vampire Knight x Harry Potter (Crossover Fanfic).

Set in Order of Phoenix. Good relations between Cross Academy and Hogwarts lead to an exchange program offered. 10 students go to Hogwarts for a year. Based on plump-york's A Bloody Hogwarts Year. VKs are split into various houses. Read to find out more ; !Slow Updates!


6. Missing

The following day dawned just as leaden and rainy as the previous one. Hagrid was still absent from the staff table at breakfast. “But on the plus side, no Snape today,” said Ron optimistically. Hermoine yawned widely and poured herself some coffee.


Double Charms, succeeded by double Transfiguration, had both Professors spending their first fifteen minutes lecturing the class on the importance of OWLs, reviewing work that were “bound to come up”; rounded off by the setting of obscenely large amounts of homework. Now panicking slightly over the amount of homework they had, Harry and Ron spent their lunch hour in the library researching for their previous Potions homework, and Hermoine, still angry at Ron, did not join them.


                “Hey Ron,” Harry said out of the blue. Ron hummed an acknowledging response, but didn’t take his eyes of the book he had opened. “Do you have any idea where Zero is?”


                “No…” Ron said slowly, having trouble multitasking reading and speaking at the same time, “but hey, wasn’t that Silver girl in our classes with the Slytherins today?” Harry stopped what he was doing, he was right, he didn’t pay much attention, but she was in their classes today. Does that mean that she and Zero had swapped their lesson shifts? Harry frowned in thought. But weren’t they only supposed to swap on alternate weeks? He shrugged, maybe he’d just ask Silver about it later. By the time they reached Care of Magical Creatures in the afternoon, Harry’s head was aching. Professor Grubbly-Plank stood waiting for the class with a long trestle table in front of her, piled with twigs. As they reached her, a loud exclamation of laughter sounded behind them. Turning, they saw Draco Malfoy striding their way, surrounded by his usual gang of Slytherin. He saw the way they snickered, glancing at him now and then, and it wasn’t very hard to figure out what the joke was about. He also caught a glimpse of the boy and girl exchange students in Slytherin, conversing quietly to one another as they walked - more like glided gracefully - to the class.


                “Everyone here?” barked the professor once all the students had halted. “Let’s crack on then. Can anyone tell me what these are things here are called?” She made a swooping motion with her hand to indicate the heap of twigs before her. Hermoine, as usual, shot her hand up into the air before most people could even register what they were looking at exactly. Behind her, Malfoy was doing a buck-toothed imitation of her jumping up and down in eagerness to answer the question. Pansy Parkinson gave a shriek of laughter than morphed almost immediately into a scream as the twigs leapt into the air and revealed themselves to be what looked like pixies made of wood. “Ooh”s and “Ah”s were let out, especially from the girls.


                “Please keep your voices down, girls!” Professor Grubbly-Plank said sharply, scattering a handful of what looked like brown rice on the creatures, who immediately fell upon the food. “So Miss Granger, do you know the names of these creatures?”


                “Bow truckles,” said Hermoine, “They’re tree guardians, usually living in wand-trees.” As the professor and Hermoine launched into the usual student-teacher banter filled with information on the stick creatures, Harry was watching the two exchange students as inconspicuously as he could. They were clearing still conversing with one another, but the look on the guy’s face, Harry thought his name was Kaname, took away all suspicions that either of them were up to anything at all. He looked like he was paying his utmost attention to the teacher. Harry tried to tune out the rest of the class and catch what they were saying.


… dare o mite awanai (unfit to have visitors),” Harry caught the boy’s smooth voice.


Anta made mo watashi o teishi suru koto ga deskimasu nozomunara gayo, senpai (not even you could stop me even if you wanted to),” Harry was taken aback by the tone Silver had taken. He thought they were friends? They sounded like him and Malfoy, although… Harry squinted to look at them. The boy’s eyes had a flicker of amusement in them, the corner of Silver’s mouth twisted into an arrogant smirk. However, they both managed to still look completely innocent at the same time. Harry shuddered. Whatever they were up to was on a whole other level from what him and Malfoy usually do.


“So if you’d like to gather closer, take a few woodlice and a Bowtruckle - I have enough here for one between three - you can study them more closely. I want a sketch from each of you with all body-parts labeled by the end of the lesson,” Professor Grubbly-Plank’s voice interrupted Harry’s concentration. Hastily recovering himself, he glanced back at the two in time to see Kaname turn ever so slightly to Silver. Harry shifted and caught a glimpse of a slip of paper being exchanged between the two.


Ii darou (why not), jibun jishin de sore o sansho shiteda (go ahead and see it for yourself).” The class surged forwards then towards the trestle table in front. He hurried around the table, weaving his way through the crowd of people. Initially he had wanted to confront Professor Grubbly-Plank about Hagrid, but his curiousity was winning out now. Curiousity killed the cat indeed, he thought to himself as he neared the two who were also standing by the table, both with thoughtful faces on as they considered the Bowtruckles. There was practically an invisible wall around them; where everywhere else around the table people were all huddled and pushing one another, nobody went too close to the exchange students - not that they seemed to show much thought about it anyway.


“Hey Silver,” he called out as he neared them. He saw in his peripheral vision that some students begun to murmur amongst themselves. Great, hanging out with the vampire exchange students has totally boosted my image, he thought, rolling his eyes. Said girl turned, eyebrows raised, to him.


“Oh hey Harry,” a warm smile spread on her face as she gestured for him to join them. Great, Harry thought, this makes things easier on me.


“Kaname,” he nodded to the guy politely, hoping he didn’t remember his name wrong. The boy smiled a polite smile and returned the nod.


“Mister Potter,” he said in return. Harry couldn’t stop himself giving him a ‘really?’ look.


“Harry’s fine, thanks,” he said. Kaname smiled.


“You wanna join us?” asked Silver distractedly as her eyes raked through the Bowtruckles, amused.


“Uh, yeah. Is that okay?” he stumbled. Please don’t ask why, please don’t ask why, please don’t ask why, he chanted silently in his head, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and cross his fingers, he really could not come up with any believable reason as to why he wasn’t with Ron and Hermoine - who were currently squatting on the grass some distance away attempting to persuade a Bowtruckle to remain still long enough for them to draw it. Silver just nodded and continued what she was doing. A knowing smile graced her lips, eyes laughing silently. Shit, thought Harry, so much for subtlety.


"Come on," Silver's voice snapped him back to reality. She had vanished from beside him and was instead to the side, her hand making motions for them to come. He glanced over to see that Kaname had already begun striding towards her. He quickly set off to catch up. It seemed that she had manage to lure a Bowtruckle to the side. Whilst waiting for them to come over, Harry thought she looked like she was petting it and saw her mouth moving ever so slightly. He raised his brow questionably. Was she talking to it? Once they crossed over to her, she sat down, Kaname following suit. They pulled out notebooks out of nowhere and had begun to studiously sketch the Bowtruckle - which seemed suspiciously compliant to them.


“So what’s up?” Silver asked. Harry glanced at Kaname who either did not hear her or was very good at feigning ignorance. He pursed his lips, hesitating.


“What happened to Zero?” he finally asked, “I didn’t see him in any classes today.” Silver hummed. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, not turning her head to look at him.


“He’s not feeling well,” she said simply. Harry frowned at the answer she gave.


“Was it because he fell yesterday?” he asked, thinking about how Zero had tripped on the stairs last night. Silver’s brows rose, as if that was the first time she heard of that.


“Possibly,” she said slowly, “although this sort of things does tend to happen every so often for Zero. He’ll be alright if we just leave him to rest awhile,” she said, a ghost of a smile lingering on her lips.


"Oh," he said lamely. He decided to drop it for now and hurry up with the sketch. When the bell echoed distantly over the grounds, Harry pushed himself off the ground. Silver was saying something to Kaname in Japanese before turning to him. Over her shoulder, he could see Kaname ushering the Bowtruckle back. Ushering.


"I can hand up your scroll for you," he looked back to Silver, who had a hand placed palm up between them, waiting expectantly. It took him a moment to process what she meant before he handed his sketch to her gratefully. She smiled as she rolled it up. He caught a glance at her and Kaname's sketches while she carefully rolled up each of them. Silver's definitely represented the meaning of ‘sketch’, with scratchy lines, but they captured the Bowtruckle very well. Kaname's was in no way a sketch. It looked like a final piece of art work before you added colours to it. Single, confident lines ran the outline of the Bowtruckle, not even a single mark to show any rubbing off of faulty lines. After she was done rolling up the scrolls, Silver smiled and gave him a nod, glancing to the side, before turning on her heel and stalked towards Professor Grubbly-Plank.  He turned to where she had glanced off to and saw Ron and Hermoine chatting off the side, already done and possibly waiting for him. He trudged up to them and smiled rather bashfully. Luckily for him, they didn't ask why he wasn't with them during the lesson, nor where he had disappeared to. Together, they marched off to Herbology, traipsing across the vegetable patch. The sky looked like it was unable to make up its mind whether it wanted to rain or not.


"I wish Hagrid would hurry up and get back already," sighed Harry in a low voice as they reached the greenhouses. Even whilst he was doing his recon, he couldn't help but hear Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy's laughter, jeering and insults about Hagrid. He had just grit his teeth and ignored it for most of the lesson. "And don't say that Grubbly-Plank woman's a better teacher!" he added rather threateningly.


"I wasn't going to," said Hermoine calmly, like he had never been away at all.


"Because she'll never be as good as Hagrid," mumbled Harry, miffed because he was aware that they had just experience an exemplary Care of Magical Creatures lesson and was thoroughly annoyed about it. The door to the nearest greenhouse opened and fourth-years, including Ginny, spilled out of it.


"Hi," she greeted brightly as she passed them. A couple of seconds later, Luna Lovegood emerged, together with one of the exchange students; a boy with neat blonde hair and green eyes. Luna had a smudge of earth on her nose and had her hair tied up in a knot on the top of her head. She and the boy seemed to be in deep conversation, both wearing equally excited expressions, chattering on. Behind them, the other two exchange students sorted into Ravenclaw were striding behind them, eyes watching the boy in front whilst they themselves conversed in a more controlled and dignified manner. When Luna saw Harry, her already prominent eyes seemed to bulge excitedly and she made a beeline straight for him, giving a light tug on the sleeve of the boy beside her before she left, probably indicating her intent. Many of their year-mates turned curiously to watch her confront Harry. Luna took a great breath and then said, without so much as a preliminary hello, "I believe He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and that you fought and escaped from him."


"Uh.. right," said Harry awkwardly. Luna was wearing what looked like a pair of orange radishes for earrings, a fact that Parvati and Lavender seemed to have noticed as they were both giggling and pointing at her earlobes.


"You can laugh," Luna said, voice rising, apparently thinking that Parvati and Lavender were laughing at what she had said rather than her fashion sense, "but people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!"


"Well they were right, weren't there?" Hermoine cut in impatiently, "there weren't such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack." Luna shot her a withering look just as a hand was placed gently on her shoulder, causing her to look up into a pair of smiling green eyes.


"Hello, Harry," the blonde greeted cheerily. Harry could really see why they were all buddy-buddy just then.


"Um.. hi.." he trailed off pathetically, unable to recall the name of the student.


"Takuma, right?" Hermoine jumped in opportunistically. Said boy's eyes jumped to her, nodding appreciatively, slightly surprised that she remembered his name. Harry and Ron, however, were not surprised at all by this. Hermoine could memorize the whole library for all they knew.


"Luna was just telling me that you happen to be having trouble in the fan-base area," Takuma said simply. Confusion swept over Harry. Fan-base? "But like I said, you shouldn't worry too much about it," he smiled, "I'm sure they'll come around soon."


"Thanks..?" said Harry, clearly unsure of what he was supposed to say in this situation.


"Ichijou-san!" All five heads turned to where Kain had shouted. "Oretachi wa saki ni iku zo (we're going to go on ahead)," he called.


"Ah, hai, hai, dozo (ah sure, sure, go ahead)," Takuma replied.


"Takuma," Hermoine started. He turned his attention back to her; damn, this switching between cultures was going to give him a headache later. He gave her a look that translated to ‘go on’. "What happened to Zero today? He wasn't in classes." Takuma made an ‘ah’ face, but without his mouth actually moving.


"Was Silver not in your classes?" he side-stepped her question with one of his own.


"Yes, but she had mentioned to us yesterday that Zero was supposed to be taking our time classes for this week before they swapped over," she answered skillfully. "Is there something wrong with him?" Her tone made it sound like she was inquiring whether Zero had had a mental breakdown having to starve himself from blood or something. Ah, thought Takuma, right, have to remember that the kids don't know that Kiryuu.. He let out a laugh.


"No, no. Nothing's wrong. He just didn't seem to feel well yesterday. It seems that he had approached Shiruba-chan yesterday night to ask her to take over his duties today so he could recuperate." Is that where he went? Harry thought, recalling how Zero had stumbled out the entry-hole of the common room yesterday after the ruckus he had caused. So he was already feeling unwell before that? Wait, he thought, backpedalling, Silver had accepted his hypothesis that Zero's fall had been the reason for his absence, and yet here Takuma was saying that Zero was sick even before that. Harry's eyes narrowed. One of them is lying. Or even both. Now he was even more curious to find out what had happened with Zero. But before that, there's the matter at hand.


"Oh, okay," he said simply to Takuma's explanation. "Well, if you see him could you tell him we said hi? And hope he recovers soon." Takuma nodded brightly.


"Sure," he said, "I'm sure Zero-chan'd be delighted to hear that." Hermoine and Ron were frowning. There's that -chan thing again, they both thought, wondering what it meant and why Takuma would mention it; considering Zero's reaction to it yesterday night. Their class was almost all inside the classroom.


"Excuse me, Harry, we should really head to class now." He nodded, and they excused themselves. Takuma and Luna both smiled cheerily and waved as they themselves headed off for their next class. To nobody's surprise, Professor Sprout began their lesson by lecturing them about the importance of OWLs. Harry and Ron wished all the teachers would stop doing this; Hermoine on the other hand was dutifully paying attention to every word. Harry was starting to get an anxious, twisted feeling in his stomach whenever he thought about how much homework he had to do, this worsened when Professor Sprout gave them yet another essay at the end of the class.  Tired and smelling strongly of Professor Sprout's preffered type of fertilizer, dragon dung, the Gryffindor-ers trooped back up to the castle an hour and a half later, none of them up to talking; it had been yet another long day. As Harry was starving, and he had his first detention with Umbridge at five o'clock, he headed straight for dinner without bothering to drop off his bag in Gryffindor Tower so that he could get something down before facing whatever she had in store for him. However, he arrived after Ron and Hermoine, who asked what had taken him so long. He explained that on the way here he was cornered by Angelina Johnson, who was furious and demanding why he had landed a Friday detention on the day of their Quidditch Keeper tryouts. She had left him after threatening him to do whatever it took to get himself to the tryouts, even if he needed to say that Voldemort turned out to just be figment of his imagination if that was what it took.


"What d'you reckon are the odds of Umbridge letting you off on Friday?" asked Ron skeptically as they took their place at the Gryffindor table.


"Less than zero," answered Harry glumly, tipping lamb chops onto his plate and beginning to dig in. "Better try though, if I want to stay alive. Maybe I'll offer to do two more detentions or something, I dunno.." he swallowed a mouthful of potato and added, "I just hope she doesn't keep me too long this evening. You realize we've got to write three essays, practice Vanishing Spells for McGonagall, work out a counter-charm for Flitwick and start that stupid dream diary for Trelawney?" Ron merely moaned and glanced up at the ceiling.


"And it looks like it's going to rain."


"What's that got to do with our homework?" noted Hermoine, eyebrows raised questionably.


"Nothing," said Ron at once, his ears reddening. Harry was concentrating on scarfing down as much food as he can before he had to leave. Well, he thought, at least there's a chance that Zero'll show up for detention too. If he does, that cancels out Harry having to snoops around in his own time to find out what had happened to him today.


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