A/N: Hello my loves! I hope everyone is doing beautifully in 2016! I wrapped up my recent story Honey, No Regrets with 2015, but now I'm extremely excited to present to everyone my new project.

A good friend of mine [Credit: BrittanaWatson] thought it would be fun to mesh together the Harry Potter world, with the Hunger Games world, and throw Brittana into that whirlwind of amazing.

So just a few things before you get reading: Please keep in mind that there are a lot of accents happening in this story. Most importantly, Brittany has an English accent and Santana's hot self has an Irish accent. So keep that in the back of your minds while reading the way I write some of their lingo.

I need to thank my friend Bella for constantly talking to me in her heaviest Irish accent so it would come as a second nature to me while writing Santana's parts. I made her promise never to let up on it.

The actual Hunger Games will be referred to as the Wicked Games in this story, for obvious reasons being that it's the Hunger Games with witches and wizards competing. And in this story all the characters will be stemmed from Glee or an original character. If you're a Harry Potter fan then you know that it took place in the 90's and this story is taking place in present day. So no there will not be any characters from that world :(

Okay I'm done.

Enjoy:)


Brittany could feel a tickle ghost the tip of her nose. She scrunched her nose up trying to relieve the incredible urge to sneeze. The sensation is relentless however and she is forced to peek one eye open to locate the cause of her discomfort. In an instant she sees it.

A feather.

It was a wonderfully soft feather with beautiful patterns way to perfect to be used only to toy with someone peacefully sleeping, such as her. She huffed when she could hear a giggle from a close distance and quickly put together that the feather didn't belong to the giggle. The feather didn't belong to anyone in fact. It was floating over her face seemingly all on its own. The feather dipped down once more and continued its assault on the soft skin under her nose and she loses it.

Ahh-chu!

The fit of giggles turn into a roar of laughter and has she propped up on her forearms to locate who the laugh belongs to.

"Emily!" She screeched at her younger sister when she spotted her perched up in the nook by the window on the far side of the room. "You're impossible I swear!"

Emily ducks attempting to dodge the pillow you just chucked in her direction.

"Brittany Susan, I was a joke!" She huffed. "Honestly."

"Just wait until I tell mum that you're using magic before you've even stepped foot in Hogwarts. You're not even supposed to know magic Em." Brittany crossed her arms over her chest. "And you're using my wand!" Brittany accused.

Emily tilted her chin up.

"And you just wait until I tell mum who taught me that spell." Emily crossed her arms to challenge Brittany.

Brittany narrowed her glare.

"You wouldn't." Brittany threatened.

"Oh," Emily scoffed." Trust me I would."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Brittany questioned. "You're entering your first year, I could make your life a living he-"

"Hey girls!

Both girls whipped their heads around and plastered fake bright enchanting smiles on their faces when they realized their mother was at the door.

"You ready for breakfast?" Their mother was smiling back at them. The only difference was that hers was very much real. "We'll need to have our strength up for the shopping day we have ahead of us."

"Yes mum." The girls nodded their heads in unison.


"Britty, please be a dear and wash the dishes while I get a few things sorted?" Brittany's mother looked up from the Quibbler she currently had her nose shoved into and smiled warmly at her daughter.

Brittany would never be able to say no to her mother, she'd hate the feeling that she ever disappointed her. Her mother Evelyn was a lovely woman who brought her and her sister up all on her own and Brittany couldn't imagine a woman braver than the one sitting across the table from her now.

"Sure thing mum." Brittany nodded happily, scooting her chair out and standing to collect the dishes from breakfast and put them in the sink.

Evelyn pushed herself out from the table and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress before walking over and kissing Emily on the forehead. Emily smiled at the gesture and Evelyn made her way to her eldest daughter Brittany, mocking her previous movements and placing a warm gentle peck on Brittany's temple.

"I'll only be a few moments and then we can be on our way." Evelyn smiled down at the eyes as blue as the sea, similar to hers. "How long will you need to get ready dear?" She questioned Brittany.

"I'll finish up these dishes and then I'll need five minutes or so?" Brittany rolled her eyes up in thought, trying to decipher if that would be enough time. Knowing that she took a shower last night and all she'll need to do is brush her teeth and put on a fresh pair of clothing, she figured five minutes would do just fine. "Yep, five minutes." She nodded with finality.

"Wonderful!" Her mother beamed, placing one more peck on Brittany's temple before making her way to the staircase and up to her room.

"Poppy and her parents are already at Diagon Alley by now, I'm sure of it." Emily crossed her arms and pouted.

Brittany scrunched her face up and focused on scrubbing the bits of food off of the porcelain dishes in her grasp.

"Yeah?" She questioned never taking her eyes off of the task at hand. "Well that's good for Poppy I suppose?"

"Good for Poppy?" Emily said flatly. "Good for Poppy?" She said this time with a little more something in her tone. "I should be there!"

Brittany stopped her movements and turned to her sister, leaning against the counter.

"Why are you so upset over this?" Brittany shrugged. "Who cares really is she's or not? Isn't she your best friend?"

"She's getting a head start! What if she picks out an owl?" Emily whined. "I wanted an owl, and now if I get one after her, she's going to think I copied her." She groaned.

Brittany was smirking now.

"Oh you are a little bugger aren't you?" Brittany giggled.

"This isn't funny Britty, this could change the next seven years of my life. What if I'm forced to get a cat, or worse, a toad?" Emily's face was twisted up in disgust just thinking about it.

"Your priorities are a little screwy Em, but if you don't let me finish these dishes we'll never get there."

"Fine fine, get on with it then. I'll just head up and get ready." Emily excused herself from the conversation and made her way to her room.

Brittany smiled warmly and turned back to her task.


Finally the Pierce women were making their way about Diagon Alley, strolling down the cobble stone street and looking into the windows of the first few shops before stopping to glance at their school lists.

"Em darling, what's first?" Evelyn looked to her youngest daughter.

Emily eagerly looked at her list before sighing heavily.

"It says I need a wand first mum." Emily's nostrils flared.

"Right, well let's get on with it then. Off to Ollivander's." Evelyn started to shuffle and scoot Emily off into the right direction.

"Oh hey, mum?" Brittany tapped her mother's shoulder.

Evelyn turned to look at her eldest daughter.

"Yes dear?" Evelyn quirked an eyebrow, waiting for Brittany to respond.

"Do you mind if I go run a few errands for myself?" Brittany stuffed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and shrugged in question.

Evelyn smiled fondly at her daughter.

"Of course not Britty, just meet us back her in an hour or so?"

"Sure thing mum!" Brittany exclaimed before turning on her heel and heading off in a separate direction.

A few minutes later Brittany stopped and looked down at her supple list.

Fourth year students will require:

Dress robes (Only for special occasions that will occur throughout the year)

The Standard Book of Spells grade 4 by Maranda Grashawk

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection

Brittany nodded, the list wasn't so bad this year. With her list in hand, Brittany set off to her new destination. Flourish and Blotts.

Coming up to the storefront of the shop Brittany smiled. She absolutely loved this store or any store with books really. Though Brittany wasn't huge on academics, she loved adventure and books were her portal to such thing. Walking up to the door she twisted the knob and entered the wonderful architecture that was Flourish and Blotts. She made her way up the wooden staircase painted red, once at the top of the stairs she walked down the first aisle in sight. Tracing her fingers delicately along the spine of each book, focusing on the way her long digits hit each groove.

Suddenly Brittany felt herself crashing into a force stood still and found she was quickly plunging into the ground, hitting the hardwood floor with an oomph.

"Jesus Mary mother of Joseph, are you alright?"

Brittany winced at the words taking in her current position sprawled out on the floor.

"Oh grand, just grand, you gimp."

Brittany could hear the feminine raspy tone cursing themselves. She looked up and saw a girl who must have been around her age with tanned skin and raven like hair hanging loosely off her shoulders, rubbing her temples in frustration.

"Uhm, I'm alright thank you." Brittany voiced, seemingly breaking the other girl out of her trance.

The dark haired brunette shook her head furiously before reaching out and offering her hand.

"Here, let me help you."

Brittany took the extended hand and allowed the other girl to pull her up to her feet. When Brittany was able to gather her composure she came eye to eye with the girl opposite her and froze.

She didn't think she'd ever seen eyes that looked so pure, like silk and chocolate. She let her eyes flicker down to take in the girl's facial features, though her skin was dark and sun kissed, Brittany could still see her rosy cheeks. Her eyes fell a little lower and landed on the girl's plump lips. They looked so incredibly soft, Brittany wanted to reach up and run her thumb along them to see just how soft they really were.

Brittany took in a sharp breath before shaking her head of her thoughts.

"Thank you," Brittany rubbed her forearm, sore from catching her fall. "I really should pay more attention, sorry." She blamed herself.

"Feck, uhm" The girl looked around before placing her gaze right back on Brittany. "Don't apologize, I suppose I'm treating this aisle as if it were a monopoly. Been keeping it all to myself, ya know? I guess it's fair time I shared." The girl half smirked.

Brittany attempted to place the dialect of the mysterious girl in front of her. Definitely Irish, she settled on.

"I'm Brittany!" Brittany found herself blurting out.

The raven haired girl scrunched her nose up and offered a toothy grin to the blonde in front of her.

"Oh I know who you are." The girl chuckled.

"Oh?" Brittany tried to place where they had met.

"We go to school together." The girl shrugged. "I'm Santana, Santana Lopez." She bit the inside of her cheek before stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets.

"Right!" Brittany quickly came to a realization. "You're in Slytherin, yeah?"

"I am." Santana grinned.

"Wow, I guess you just look different outside of school uniform." Brittany bit her lip embarrassed that she hadn't placed the girl sooner. "Forgive me."

"That's alright, it took me a minute to place you as well. But then I saw those eyes." Santana wrapped her arms tighter around her books. "I could never forget eyes like those." Santana's smile widened and she winked before brushing passed Brittany, leaving the blonde dumbfounded in a mess of books that had tumbled off the shelves.


A/N: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good :)