Title: You're In My Veins (And I Cannot Get You Out) / Prologue
Word Count: 1,919
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione was rather simple in comparison. She didn't make Quinn watch muggle 'movie-musicals' or declare Tuesday's as 'Celestina Warbeck Appreciation day'. Really, what did it matter that her heart ached for Rachel's touch, Rachel's kiss, Rachel's love. What the hell did her heart know, anyway? AU, Harry Potter/Glee crossover.
Pairing/s: Rachel/Quinn, Hermione/Quinn with a dash of Brittany/Santana and Hermione/Ron
A/N: Okay, I've wanted to do a Glee/HP crossover for a while now and so I thought I'd give it a shot. To understand this story you won't have to know too much about HP but it would be beneficial if you have read the series/watched the movies. I will be integrating the characters from HP and Glee and I might post some of the terminology for those who don't know the basics of Harry Potter. Also, there's not much insight into the plot because really, this is a prologue and there is so much back story to cover so I hope you can bear with me for the time being. Unbetaed so please forgive and point out any mistakes. Title inspired by Andrew Belle's 'In My Veins' (Beautiful song, seriously, go listen to it) Anyway, forward we go! Enjoy!
Prologue
She was eleven, like the rest of them, when she got her letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She remembered the excitement of the parchment listing her school supplies in her hand, traipsing down Diagon Alley with her father, his hand firm on her shoulder. Her Grandfather's warm smile as he had planted her on his lap and recalled ancient memories of Hogwarts; winning the Inter-house cup for Slytherin in his third year with a particularly tricky catch of the snitch – the highlight of his career as the Slytherin seeker. He told her about the Headmaster of the time, Professor Dippet and the Mudblood killing from the chamber of secrets. "Should've killed the lot of them" Edward Fabray growled, "That was the right idea!"
Quinn had glanced up curiously at her Grandfather's crinkled face, his eyes set in a furious kind of passion, "You see this Quinn?" He had asked, holding out his index finger, "This ring has been in our family for as long our line goes"
She had gazed at the black-stoned ring, indented with the Fabray family crest, "It's proof!" He said proudly, "Proof that we are the descendents of one of the oldest pureblood wizarding families left in circulation"
He nudged her gently, moving closer to whisper into her ear, "It'll be yours someday" He murmured, flashing her a withering, crooked smile, "Don't tell your sister, but you've always been my favorite…"
Quinn glanced quickly to where her sister Meredith was sitting, and judging by the look on her face, she had most definitely heard what her Grandfather had just said.
Perhaps it had been out of pure jealousy that Meredith Fabray had completely ditched her on her first ever ride on the Hogwarts express, dressed in her brand new set of witch robes and a trunk larger than her body, feeling smaller than anything as te older students around her settled off into compartments with their friends.
After Meredith had disappeared amongst the crowd, feeling slightly resentful, Quinn began scouring the train for an empty compartment, lugging her suitcase behind her in heavy tugs.
It wasn't her fault that their Grandfather favored her, she scowled as she remembered his only words to Meredith that night, "You look after Quinnie Meredith. She's going to take that school by storm" Meredith had nodded with obvious distaste and ignored her for the rest of the summer, with absolutely no intent of looking after Quinn at all.
Quinn had cursed under her breath as she checked the last of the cabins, all of them full… except for…, "Excuse me" Startled, a girl with dark brown waves of hair looked up from her book, her brown eyes locking with Quinn's, "Can I sit in here? It's just… there's no room—"
"Of course" The girl cut her off promptly, shuffling her stack of books over, "Please, sit"
With a grateful smile, Quinn hauled her luggage into the cabin and plopped onto the seat opposite the brown-eyed girl, who was now eyeing her curiously, "I'm Quinn" She started, thinking she should probably be a little friendly if they were going to share the same compartment for the long train ride.
"Rachel" The girl smiled gently. Quinn's eyes skimmed over the book Rachel was clutching onto, knitting her eyebrows as she read the name at the top of the page, "Who's Barbra Streisand?" She blurted out suddenly, only to be met by Rachel's shell-shocked gaze.
"You haven't heard of Barbra?" Rachel squeaked, clutching the book to her chest. Slowly, Quinn shook her head, trying to remember anything her Grandfather might have told her about past Headmaster's of Hogwarts, previous Minister's for Magic. Barbra Streisand didn't ring a bell.
Suddenly Rachel was off, talking at lightning speed about singing and Grammy awards and influential Jewish icons and Quinn's mind was whirling, she had never heard anybody talk at such pace about matters that Quinn had never heard of before, what on earth was a grammy award? She couldn't even decipher half of what Rachel was talking about at such speed, let alone try and understand it.
When Rachel finished, her face flushed, Quinn didn't push the matter further, simply ending the conversation with a "Er… right"
She had been relieved when the Cabin door rolled open, effectively stopping what looked like another long-winded Rachel speech.
"Can I sit in here with you?" A girl with long blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes stood at the door, her hand tightly grasped on the handle of her suitcase. Rachel beamed and nodded quickly, muttering happily about 'the more, the merrier' and piled her stack of Barbra Streisand books to the floor, allowing the new girl to sit down next to her.
"I'm Brittany" The girl said, "Brittany S. Pierce"
Rachel's hands clapped down onto her knees, the resulting slap making both Quinn and Brittany jump, "You're not related to Albion Pierce are you? The famous dragon tamer?"
"He's my uncle" Brittany replied with a tilt of her head, "He lost three of his fingers in a battle with a Hungarian Horntail once. He keeps them in a jar above his fireplace"
Quinn blinked and Rachel tapped her hands excitedly, "I read all about him in 'Famous Wizards of the 20th century'. What an exciting occurrence! To think what my dads' will say when I tell them…" She drifted off thoughtfully, "Although they haven't quite grasped the concept of 'Owl delivery 'quite yet"
Quinn stared at her incredulously. Seriously? Who in the magical world didn't 'grasp the concept' of owls? Unless… "Are you a muggle-born?" It was out of her mouth before she knew she'd said it, though Rachel didn't seem to mind her bluntness, "Why yes Quinn. Yes I am"
"My mom's a muggle" Brittany said happily, "My dad's a wizard. That makes me a half-blood"
A flash of uncertainty crossed Quinn's face as she imagined her Grandfather's reaction to her sitting in a carriage with a half-blood and a muggle-born. Her thought process was broken, however, when the door swung open again, this time reveling a young Latina, who pushed her way in and took a seat next to Quinn, not bothering to ask for permission.
Rachel looked slightly bewildered and the Latina shoved her case under the seats, mumbling something about no room anywhere else. "Um, Hello" Rachel tried timidly, "My name's Rachel. Rachel Berry"
The Latina stared at her, "What the hell are you wearing?"
The question was only slightly out of place, Quinn mused as she glanced down at Rachel's attire; a red sweatshirt with a knitting of a cat across the chest, a tiny skirt and white stockings. How had she not seen it the minute she walked in? Of course Rachel was a muggle-born. No self-respecting Witch would be caught dead in that outfit.
Rachel looked slightly affronted and smoothed out her sweatshirt, "My everyday clothes. Before I change into my robes"
The girl snorted, eyeing her with distaste, "I hope that's going to be sooner rather than later"
Looking thoroughly offended, Rachel crossed her arms and huffed. Brittany, however, looked at her with sudden interest, "You're really hot"
Quinn raised her eyebrows, "Thanks," The Latina said, eyeing Brittany up and down, "You're pretty hot too"
"My name's Brittany" Brittany declared, bouncing in her seat.
"Lopez. Santana Lopez"
And just like that, the two turned to each other to chat, becoming best friends in a matter of minutes. Quinn stared, completely taken aback as they giggled, grasping onto each other's hands like they'd known each other all their lives.
"So…" Quinn started awkwardly as Brittany and Santana burst into eruption's of giggles in their corner, "Rachel… do you uh… know what house you're going to be in?"
Rachel perked up at the question, launching into a small monologue that weighed the differences of the four Hogwarts houses animatedly, "Well I mean, there's Hufflepuff of course, but I've always thought I'd be more inclined towards Gryffindor if I had to choose… I mean, Hufflepuff accepts 'the rest' doesn't it? Of course, I mean no offence to any Hufflepuff's – I've read about some very successful ones, and I'm told their loyalty is astounding. Although I wouldn't mind Ravenclaw,… but I'm not sure if I'm clever enough…"
"You seem pretty smart to me" Quinn offered truthfully and Rachel beamed.
"What about you?" Rachel asked, "What house might you been in?"
Quinn almost laughed. There was really no question, "I'll be in Slytherin" She answered half-heartedly. Rachel frowned, "But how do you know?"
"My whole family was in Slytherin" She said glumly, remembered her Grandfather's speech on pure-bloods, "Every Fabray that's ever been through Hogwarts was in Slytherin"
Rachel nodded thoughtfully, "I can see the logic there" She said, "Do you want to be in Slytherin?"
Quinn frowned, "Does it matter?"
"Of course it matters, Quinn" Rachel said gently, "Your families destinies aren't your own, you know. Look at me. My father's are doctors… and I'm on my way to a school of magic"
"Fathers?" Quinn questioned, "Doctors?"
"I have two gay dads'" Rachel said simply, "And doctors fix people. Like, if they break a bone or… catch a disease"
Quinn nodded slowly. The idea of Rachel's two fathers' didn't worry her; her family didn't discriminate against homosexuality, they only seemed to care about the purity of one's blood. It was the doctor part that freaked her out.
"What house do you want to be in?" Rachel asked softly, staring at her through inquisitive, brown eyes. Quinn paused, lost in her own thought.
"Ravenclaw" She said finally, looking up to meet Rachel's eyes, "I think I would do well there"
Rachel smiled as Quinn processed her own revelation. She did think she would be better suited to Ravenclaw than Slytherin. From what she'd heard, Slytherin's were cunning and slippery, like her father and her grandfather. But Ravenclaw's were smart, witty… she pictured herself in robes that were lined with blue instead of green, the Ravenclaw emblem stamped across her chest proudly. She smiled inwardly at the thought.
"You should follow your heart Quinn" Rachel told her sincerely, "It'll lead you places your family can't"
Edward Fabray's weathered face warily popped into the back of her mind, rattling on about pure-bloods and mud-bloods, about the Fabray family honor and his lectures on her 'blood royalty'. She squashed him out in favor for the pretty girl smiling across from her.
Later, that night when the train had arrived and the students were packed in the great hall, Quinn sat nervously upon the barstool with the sorting hat clamped over her head and past her eyes.
She remembered Rachel's words and her heart hammered as the sorting hat mumbled into her ear. Ravenclaw, she thought with a sudden conviction. I belong in Ravenclaw.
The Ravenclaw table had erupted into cheers as the hat announced its newest member, but Quinn ignored them, scanning the Gryffindor table for Rachel Berry's face. Rachel's smile beamed like a beacon and Quinn grinned right back, before making her way towards the Ravenclaw table, catching the look of disbelief on her sister's face. She could imagine the owl she was going to receive in the morning, probably a howler, but she wouldn't let it phase her – she could still honor the Fabray family name from Ravenclaw, right? She caught Rachel's eye again and felt the worry slip away from her. She was happy, independent… smiling stupidly across two tables at her first Hogwarts friend. She was following her heart.