Brothers
Chapter 1: Secrets
This fan fiction starts in the summer between Season 2 and 3 of Glee and near the end of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Completely ignoring the "Trace", don't hate me for it!
"Harry?" Hermione was unsure of how to approach her friend; he seemed horribly upset over the death of Dumbledore.
"What is it Hermione?" Harry stuffed the last of his possessions into his trunk.
Hermione withdrew a sealed letter from within her robes, handing it to Harry, "Professor McGonagall found it in Dumbledore's office; it's addressed to you."
Harry sat on his bed, ripping open the letter.
Dear Harry,
There is something that you must know. If you are reading this I must assume that I am dead. Know, Harry, that my death must not affect your mission; you must find the last Horcruxes.
But, you need not do so without help. I realize that your friends Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger are sure to be of great assistance, but there is another… someone you must meet if you are to defeat Voldemort.
His name is Blaine Anderson… and he is you brother. He lives in Lima, Ohio in the States. Find him, Harry! I regret that I could not tell you this in life.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
His hands shaking, Harry handed the letter to Hermione, who read through it quickly.
"Oh Harry, I…"
"What's that?" Ron had just come in.
"Read it," Harry said. Hermione handed Ron the letter.
"Blimey, Harry! A brother? How could Dumbledore not have told you?"
"I have a feeling that there is a lot he didn't tell me," Harry laid back on his bed, "I have to find him, this Blaine guy."
"We'll help you, Harry," Hermione said gently.
Ron nodded, "Of course."
No one can disapperate out of Hogwarts, so the trio had to wait till the next day when the train same to pick up the students to take them home for the summer. Hermione had done some research, she came barely made it to the train on time, grasping a huge pile of books. "Harry, I found the Anderson's address."
"In those! They look ancient."
Hermione placed her books down onto the seat next to her, "No! These are for summer reading."
The train stopped a few hours later, releasing its occupants to the chaos of Kings Cross Station. Harry, Hermione, and Ron quickly left the platform, dragging their luggage along with them, evading Ron's parents who were looking everywhere for the trio. They had given a note to Ginny, which explained where they were going, although they didn't tell her; she would have tried to talk them out of it.
Hiding in a small hallway, out of sight of any Muggles, the three grasped hands and Hermione pulled them along on a disapperation.
They reappeared on a quiet suburban street, it was the other side of the world, so the sun had already started to set. "This is Lima?"
"Yes, the North Hills… it's the nicest part of town, apparently." She looked at the street addresses, "the house should be… here."
They followed her to one of the largest houses on the block. It was somewhat intimidating; "I don't think I can do this," Harry tried to turn around to leave, but his friends were standing behind him to stop him from doing just that.
"You can, Harry," Hermione stepped forward, ringing the doorbell.
The three stood on the welcome mat, waiting. It seemed like it took forever for the door to be opened, but in reality it took only a few short seconds. A middle aged woman with curly black hair opened the door.
"My name is Harry Potter… I'm looking for Blaine Anderson."
"Harry?" The woman smiled, "My god, you look just like him. Please come in!"
The interior of the house was light and airy, a warm fire crackled in a hearth, delicious smells were wafting from the kitchen. "We were just finishing dinner, would you care to join us."
Harry nodded.
"You haven't introduced me to your friends."
"Oh, this is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."
"Weasley? Yes, I knew your parents, back when I was at Hogwarts."
Ron nodded uneasily, "Right."
She led them into the kitchen. He husband's eyes widened. "Blaine," Mrs. Anderson said to her son, "this is Harry… he's your brother."