Ron flared, he was always very passionate when he's certain he's right, which was most of the time. "You know what we are talking about Harry Potter." He snarled.

I glared at him, muttered something that sounded like baka and stalked back into the studio. Maybe I could ask Sakano for some aspirin. He certainly acts like he needs it all the time.

"Damn you! Do you think you can just run away like that?! Again?!" Ron grabbed my right arm painfully. "You're so selfish, Harry! You dont care about anyone but yourself!"

I gritted my teeth. "I'm not Harry." I stated again, hoping that they'll leave me alone. Harry Potter is dead. Hes not coming back, even if the whole wizarding world is hollering after him.

"Finite Incantatum." Hermione waved her wooden stick determinedly at me. I almost smirked when she saw that my appearance didnt change, but managed to look confuse instead. Sometimes I do think Slytherin is the right house for me.

Their faces fell when they realized nothing had happened. Ron blushed a matching color with his hair and mumbled his apologies as Hermione stammered hers. Gryffindors. Always acting before they think.

I glared at them for a while more before shrugging off Ron's tight grip on my arm and stalked off inside the building, not feeling repentant for leaving my former best friends like that. I dont want to see them every again! I've severed all ties with my past and burned them happily like firecrackers. I like my life the way it is! They have no right to drag me back to that hellhole!

Still fuming I stalked back to the elevator and back out again, realizing that I was supposed to be leaving the studio. Why the hell are they here? My minds already messed up already!

Stupid headache!

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The next morning started fine, dressed in my regular cream-colored shirt, black jeans and cap, I walked to NG studios. I should have known something bad was going to happen. You know that feeling when something is just too perfect to be reality. Well, its that kind of morning. Those damn sparrows were singing, hopping around for crumbs thrown by the same old lady I pass every morning. It was just before nine oclock, meaning that I missed all those squealing, cooing (and blushing, depending on their age) high school girls. Hence, a quiet walk from the small apartment I lived in, to the train station.

Stepping out of the busy train station wasnt that bad either, nobody was interested in a shrimpy, seventeen-year-old with baseball cap pulled down so half his face was covered. It seems so normal, too normal on a Wednesday after something abnormal happened the day before.

Hence, I should have known the moment I stepped into NG studios. Should have prepared myself for some blonde, very male, person to fling himself on me. Naturally, the force of the taller, heavier person plus the force of gravity equals a Suguru Fuijisaki tumbling onto the ground, pinned underneath a very heavy, blonde, male, someone in a very compromising position. And, as Murphy's law indicated, just when you think it cant get any worse, it will.

Shindo Shuichi, the source of my massive migraine yesterday and the day before . . . come to think about, most of my headaches are caused by him, stepped in. Just the person to shout it all over the studio that two of the three Bad Luck members are gay! Great! This band really is Bad Luck for the girls! Were nearly all gay! Well, Hiroshi is bi . . .

But, back to the present uncomfortable situation. Shuichi blinked at us, before turning around slowly and almost mechanically into the elevator. That's odd. No shouting hallelujah Fujisaki finally got laid? Really odd. Well, crisis in evaded, sort of, considering I'm still underneath the damnably heavy man.

"Get OFF me!" I squirmed around trying to somehow crawl my way out without crushing my ribs. "Youre crushing me!"

The stranger jumped up hastily, offering me a hand as I gingerly tried massaging my poor dead arms. That, I never got a chance, I suddenly found myself in the third crushing hug in the front entrance hall of the NG studio.

"Damn it! Get OFF me! Are you deaf??" I howled, kicking the strangers knees.

"Harry! It's me!" Eh? The voice sounded strangely familiar. Oh. Drats. Of all people, what the hell was Dumbledore thinking sending the Malfoy ferret here? "I'm so glad I found you! I've been waiting and waiting and -"

I smacked my hand over his mouth, cursing the Dursleys under my breath for keeping me in the cupboard and starving me every summer. Combined with Voldemort-sized headaches during the night, its no wonder I didn't grow an inch since I was thirteen. Its hard to threaten people when you're more than a head shorter than them. "I'm not Harry Potter! I don't know who the hell he is! It's the second time I've been accused of being him and I have no idea who the hell he is! Just back off and leave me alone!"

"Harry . . ." Malfoy looked back calmly at me with his silver eyes in a pure Malfoyish style, the complete opposite of what he was acting moments before. "You may fool the world but I can see through your disguise." His hands gripped my shoulders tightly, I mentally noted to check on my shoulders for severe bruising.

I squirmed around and stared down at him, something that I have managed to become quite adept in, despite of being shorter than nearly all the people I tried to stare down. "Look here Mister. I don't know what you are talking about and frankly if you are so desperate to meet this Mister Potter, I suggest the yellow pages."

"Harry." Malfoy shook my shoulders gently, his gray eyes staring pleadingly into my own brown ones. Never thought I'll see the day when a Malfoy will plead a Potter. I smirked inwardly.

"Harry . . . what happened to your scar? Dont you remember me? I know you do."

"Get your hands OFF me!"

"Listen to me Harry! Stop struggling!"

"I don't want to listen, you psycho! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!!"

"Listen Harry. I'm going to get Dumbledore and Snape. You stay right here ok? Maybe they - "

"K!!!" I screamed in desperation. The trigger-happy manager, always popping up in the most inappropriate places, was no where in sight, but screaming out his name should grab his attention. He's very obsessive about his job, thus very protective of us. Now that I think about it, I think hes obsessive about his job because he could legally carry the gun and legally make homicidal threats.

"K~~~~~~~!!!!"

"Good.  Stay right there."

"KKKK~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!"

K came skidding through the glass entrance doors with a donut in one hand and his precious magnum pointing at me. "What?" His gun waved around the room, the now empty room. Damn Malfoy. Must have apparated. Now, I look stupid shouting for help for invisible ghosts.

"Erm . . .Good morning K!" I smiled politely. I can feel my cheeks reddened under Ks gaze.

"You screamed my name like a slaughtered pig just to say good morning?" K raised his eyebrow.

I smiled innocently in a very Harry Potter-ish way. The same kind of smile I give to Hermione whenever Ron and I skipped down the road of rule-breaking.

K's narrowed eyes peered at me suspiciously, but knowing my nature in this life, he simply ruffled my already tousled hair affectionately. "Cold Fires Koji is sick today. I want you to stand in for him."

"But I got - "

K's magnum greeted me on the forehead.

"Okay." I squeaked out, knowing that K would not hesitate to threaten or strangle or torture or any other forms of blackmail, to get me stand in.

"Good." Magnum disappeared into K's shoulder holster. "I want the song finished today. Hopefully Shuichi will be in a better mood today. He should be." K's eyes gleamed insanely and I wondered what the poor writer had to go through yesterday due to K's overzealous gun use.

But apparently, Ks blackmail had failed, which was very surprising. We had stepped into the recording studio to find Shuichi sobbing hysterically on a drenched Hiro. Sakano was, likewise, doing the same thing, except he kept mumbling between sobs, how Seguchi-san would kill him for not doing his job properly. I could feel the vibes of an impending headache about to strike.

K, never failing to loose his calm in situations like this, fired a couple of shots in the air with delight. I cringed from the noise, but at least the two sprinklers were momentarily shocked into silence.

"Shindo, mop up and warm up in front of the microphone. Nagano, get a dried shirt. Suguru, check the equipment. Sakano, shut up." You can always trust K to bark out effective orders while waving his precious Magnum in the air.

For once, however, his gun threats lost its effectiveness. The day just gets weirder doesn't it?

Shuichi stood up hastily, violet eyes puffed and scowling at me. "How COULD you!" He screamed at me, right fist clenched as though he  - OOF!

Right. I should have expected that. I gingerly touched my bruised left cheek where the pink fluffball punched me. Didn't know he could actually pack a pretty good punch. At this rate, I'll have more bruises staying here than at the Deatheaters lodge of torture.

"How COULD you!" Shuichi screamed again, his violet eyes glaring into my confused, chocolate, brown ones as I landed on my buttocks.

"What the ?!" I managed. What the hell is Shuichi on this time?

"You and Yuki! I saw you! In public!! Kissing!" The singer spluttered indignantly between sobs.

"WHAT?!" Me kissing Yuki?????" What was this guy on? Crack? Worst still, sugar and caffeine?

"Is that why you hate me so much! How long as this been going on huh? Why did - " My seekers reflexes helped me dodge another one of Shuichi's clumsy punches.

"Where did you get that crazy idea?" I asked calmly, brushing myself off the floor and evading Shuichi's fists at the same time. All those hellish Quidditch morning practices sure paid off. Wind, sleet, rain or snow, the seeker must remain the calm eye in the storm.

" . . . you! I HATE you! I QUIT!!" The crazed singer finally ran out of the room screaming and crying hysterically, closely followed by Hiro, after he throw a death glare at me.

K likewise, was giving me a similar death glare. "'Fess up Fujisaki-kun." The American drawled as Magnum greeted me with an air shot, synchronized with the thump of Sakano fainting on the floor, yet again. "What's this thing between you and Yuki?"

I shrugged. "I honestly think he's on crack." I replied calmly.

K glared back at me.

Mentally sighing, I opted for the half-truth. Well, I might need him later, maybe he can shoot the Malfoy ferret down for me. "Some crazed, blond, male someone jumped me on my way here. That's why I shouted for you this morning. Mr. blond stranger clung onto me like a starved leech when Shindo-san walked in. He must have mistaken that crazed fan as Yuki."

The American glared at me a while more before putting away his precious gun. Good, he believed me. Luckily, he has more sense than Shuichi, hopefully I'll get protection from him. K with magnum is as protective as an Hungarian Horntail guarding her eggs. "Fine. But you go clear up this mess with Shuichi and I want the song finished by the end of the day. Otherwise . . . " Ks maniacal glint reappeared in his clear, blue eyes. I took it my cue to leave as K started firing random shots in the air, missing my forehead by only a couple millimeters. That American is as obsessive with shooting as Dumbledore is with his lemon drops.

I half ran out of the studio and shut the door, berating myself on how I always seem to attract trouble to me like a magnet. Growling at myself, I followed the path of tears Shuichi had left on the floor, which lead me up several flights of stairs. Typical of Shuichi to end up on the roof.

I gritted my teeth, dashing up the stairs, hoping he wouldnt do anything too drastic. I dont want anything death added to my already mile-long list of casualties I have caused. Dimly, I wonder if Hiro was chasing after Shuichi too. Maybe he will be able to stop Shuichi before he did anything irreversible.

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Several minutes later, I found myself on the roof. Hiro had graciously offered me to comfort Shuichi first. That bastard. Wasn't he Shuichi's best friend? Shouldn't he be the one to go up there first and calm the fluffball down before I step in?

Shuichi was sobbing hysterically against the wall. I sighed and approached my doom cautiously, acknowledging the fact that Bad Luck's vocal is as unpredictable as a drunk Sakuma Ryuichi.

"Shindo-san." I began, mustering as much Gryffindor bravado and bluntness as I could. The guy did look kind of pathetic.

"What the HELL do you want?! Have you come to gloat at me now?!?!?!" Violet eyes turned inky black with fury, glared heatedly back, pink lips parted for another scream.

"I don't have time for that." I cut in quickly.

"Of course you don't! Can't wait to get back downstairs to screw with Y-" Shuichi burst into noisy tears again. Guess the whole thing really did break his heart.

"It wasn't Yuki downstairs! He's Ma-" The words slipped back into my mouth before I gave away too much. I probably already gave away enough. I don't want to go back being Harry 'Perfect' Potter. "He[s my former - "

There's quiet but an audible pop.

Shit.

The person I least wanted to see, the person I least liked, the person I least wanted to know, was standing in between us, in the form of a certain greasy haired Potions Professor. I quickly replaced the look of disgust and fear into one of surprise.

"Who are you?! Can't you tell were in the middle of a discussion?"

Snape smirked back at me. I really tried hard not to hate him during the war, since he did help me on several occasions but I still can't stand the git.

"What the hell do you want?"

"You." Snape drawled, withdrawing his wand from some inner pocket of his frilly shirt.

Shuichis jaw dropped. "Y-You . . ." Fists clenched and I waited with anticipation to dodge the incoming punch. "Y-you. Slut! First Yuki! Now him!" a trembling finger pointed accusingly at Snape. "Who's next?! Hiro? Sakano?! RYUICHI?!?!?!"

ARGHHH!!! Nude Snape! Bad image!!! I tried to ignore Shuichi as he raved on but that didn't seem to help. Another migraine had anchored in the center of my brain. Stupid Snape wasn't helping either. He just stood there, like a rock, smirking.

This has to be one of the worst days of my life!

I was jilted out of my thoughts suddenly. The pink fluffball keeled over like a bowling pin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Snape grumble irritably under his breath about stupid pink muggles.

I tried to look convincingly shocked. "What did you do to him?! Release him or Ill call security!"

"Shut it Potter. Quit your playacting. Start acting your age."

I started shaking the hapless singer, brown eyes wide with panic and fear. "Release him!"

"Fine." Snape snarled. "Hold this while I get my wand." A brown muggle briefcase flew straight at my face. Why are people so intent of bruising my face today? I got a gig tonight. I need my face. I found out later, I didnt need to worry about that.

Just like the idiot Gryffindor I am, I failed to observe several important things.

Snape already has his wand out. So why do I need to hold onto his briefcase?

1. Snape's wearing leather, biker gloves.
2. Snape's frilly dress shirt looks like something that should belong to a museum.

Ok, so the last one was kind of useless. Well, back to reality, I was hit on the face with the blasted briefcase. Cursing, I caught it before it plummeted down onto my toe. Then I realized that perhaps I dont have to worry about tonights gig afterall.

I felt the tug on the navel as I portkeyed with the damn briefcase into the unknown.

TBC