Silly Love Chapter 1 Has been Updated, a Harry Potter + Glee Crossover fanfic

I would like to first thank you all for reading this and if you read my other story then I would like to thank you for that one as well. I am currently typing up the next three chapters for my other story so be watching out fot updates. I will update this one as well because even I don't know where I am going to take this story. All I have right now is a very very broad image of where it could go.

Warning: If you don't like slash then don't read. This is a threesome between Blaine/Harry/Kurt because I just can't leave poor Blaine with no one and I think they would look adorable together.

Lima, Ohio was a... small town. Okay, it was more along the line of being a tiny speck compared to other cities Harry could have chosen. Why had he chosen Lima you might ask? Well, he had simply thrown a dart at a tacked up U.S.A. map. The dart had landed smack on Lima's dot. He was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed that the water has gone cold.

Shivering, he quickly shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he swiped it over his scarred, pale flesh. Emerald-colored hues landed on the black tattoo of a skull with a snake coiled around it. He had gotten it tattooed to his left arm so that he would never forget Voldemort's reign of terror.

Glancing up to the mirror, he saw a feminine boy with porcelain colored skin, doe-like emerald green hues that were slit like a cat's, and then straight raven locks that fell down to the middle of his back and had green and silver streaks going through it. He was only 5'1", yes he was tiny, and didn't look a day over sixteen. Though it wasn't as if his age mattered anymore, he had stopped aging five years ago when he became the Master of Death.

Casting a wandless and wordless drying charm on his hair, he pulled it back into a high pony tail and let two strips frame his face. Heading out of the bathroom, he went over to his closet. Getting changed into a tight, zip-up black leather sleeveless shirt that stopped a bit above his belly button, a lime green jacket that stopped directly even with his belly button, black leather pants that hugged his hips, and then black boots. The outfit was one of Draco's original designs. Between Draco and Luna, he didn't think that he would ever need to buy clothes again. Smiling at his image in the mirror, he looked down and almost grimaced when he saw that small parts of three jagged scars could be seen on his toned stomach. He didn't even want to know about the scars that were probably showing on his lower back.

Running down the stair, he grabbed his car keys and ran out the door of the Victorian-style mansion. Heading over to the garage, he walked inside to see his blue Camaro. The car was one of the few things that he actually enjoyed buying. Slipping in the Camaro, Harry started the engine up, and the pulled out of the garage and onto the driveway, which led to the road that would take him to William McKinley High School.

Living outside of Lima, it took Harry thirty minutes to get to school, though to Harry it only felt like seconds because he entertained his time by singing along with the radio. Parking his Camaro, he slipped out and headed towards the entrance. Just as he was about to walk in, yelling caught his attention. Sighing, he fought with his Hero complex but it soon won and he had to at least go and see what was happening. Bloody Hero Complex.

What ever Harry was thinking he would find, it was certainly not this. Three 6'2" or over guys wearing red and white lettermans picking on a handsome teen with wavy, chestnut-colored hair, breath-taking bluish grey eyes, and then style and height to match the looks. Though his attention fell back on the jocks far to quickly. 'Bullies'. The word was thought with enough venom to make Voldemort turn tail and run. If there was one thing Harry despised more than Voldemort than it was a bully.

Plastering a smile to his lips Harry asked the jocks in a sickly sweet tone, "Would any of you three blokes kindly like to tell me what the bloody hell you three are doing?"

The jocks glanced back at Harry, but waved him off by the leader saying, "Just teaching this fag a lesson."

Harry was slightly confused now as to why they were refering to the boy as a cigerrate, dig he smoke of something? Then it dawned on him, he was in America and fag was a derogatory term for a homosexual male. This conclusion only served to piss Harry off even more. His magic was practically begging for him to teach them a lesson. To show justice. Harry couldn't help but be thankful for the choker around his neck and earcuffs on his right ear that served as magic limiters. At the moment he was only at five percent of his true power.

Stepping forward he glared up at the leader, who had a whole foot and two inches on him, with hues that were like chips of emerald ice. Cold, hard, and most of all unforgiving. "And that gives you the right to beat him up and attempt to throw him in a dumpster how?" His cold tone of voice sent shivers of fear down the jocks' spine and their senses were practically screaming for them to run.

Seeing that he had seemingly broke the idiots, Harry decided to snap them out of it. "Kindly put the boy down gentlemen and I won't be forced to do something that you will regret, but I will enjoy."

The jocks looked at each other and busted out laughing. The leader looked like he was going to start rolling on the ground as he said, "Y-you hurt us? You, a little girl, hurt us who are twice you size?"

Dave and the other neanderthals had dropped Kurt when they started their laughing fit. Kurt was currently on the ground and looking in disbelief at the pixie-like figure who had come to his rescue. This person was even smaller than Rachel and that was saying something. Kurt could almost hear a snapping sound when the other teen's patience ran out.

Harry's vocals were cold enough to freeze boiling water in mere seconds as he bit out, "Girl? When the bloody hell did I become a girl? For your information I am one hundred percent male! And as for you being twice my size, I wouldn't care if you were a giant, I can easily take down a couple of school yard bullies."

The jocks were dumbfounded, but unfortunately it didn't last when they were called 'school yard bullies'. Dave snapped out, "Who the fuck are you calling school yard bullies you transy?" He lashed out with his fist, attempting to slam it into the side of Harry's jaw. Unfortunately for him Harry took a step back, the fist slicing through the empty space until it was suddenly halted by a small hand wrapping around his wrist. The next thing Dave felt was a jerk forward, and then his own jaw slamming into a small fist. The force of the hit snapped his jaw out of place. Not paying attention, Dave didn't even notice when Harry used his leg to trip him while he was stumbling. He felt weightless first, and then his back met the cold, unforgiving ground.

Dave was knocked unconcious for at least seven minute, and when he finally came around he found a foot on his chest holding him effortlessly to the ground as he attempted to struggle. Finally giving up on his attempts he looked up and met those unforgiving emerald eyes and then he heard those dark, yet somehow angelic, vocals of the teen who had stood up for the fag.

"This," Harry emphasized before continuing, "is where scum like you belong." He leaned down and hissed in Dave's ear slipping a bit of paraseltongue into his speech, "Try thisss again and I will break you child."

Dave was paralyzed by the sheer terror that he was feeling. The teen was dangerous, how could he not have felt this aura before. It wasn't until the teen walked away from him did he release the breath that he didn't even know he had been holding.

Heading away from the fallen jocks, Harry walked over to where the other teen was still sitting. Extending his hand to help the boy up, he smiled and spoke in captivating vocals, "Let's go get you cleaned up shall we?"

Kurt blushed scarlett as he took the offered hand and was pulled up by the smaller boy. "Thank you for helping me... I'm Kurt Hummel by the way."

Harry smiled as he listened to Kurt speak. The teen seemed to have a way of keeping his attentionon him. "Hadrian Black, but you can call me Harry, it's a pleasure to meet you. Now, we best get going before the bell rings."

Grabbing Kurt's hand, he pulled the boy towards the parking lot and in front of his Camaro. Popping the trunk, he lifted it up to reveal tons of clothes and shoes. Digging through them, he muttered quietly to himself as he searched, "Now I know why Luna gave me an outfit that was too big... Ah, here it is!"

He pulled out black skinny jeans, a body-fitting black sweater that would go down to Kurt's knees, a navy blue overcoat, and a pair of black boots. Handing them to Kurt, he shooed the boy to the bathroom to get changed. Pulling out some styling gel and perfume, he headed towards the school and then to the bathroom.

Now in one of the stalls, Kurt undressed himself and was about to pull the sweater on when he saw the tag. His eyes widened comically as he checked the tags on all the other pieces of clothing he had recieved. All of them were originals from Luna Lovegood's fall collection. "Oh Gaga!" He heard the bathroom door open and quickly finished changing. Walking out of the stall with his clothes folded, he expected the find Azimio, but instead Harry was standing there. "You do know that these clothes are from Luna Lovegood's fall collection right?"

Harry giggled at the boy's reaction to the clothes and quickly told him, "Of course I know silly. They are yours now, though we need to re-style your hair. It seems that it was messed up when the jocks attempted to make yo go dumpster diving."

Kurt let out a indignant squeak, which later he would never admit to making, as he ran over to the mirror and saw his hair. He was brought out of his thoughts when Harry said, "If you want it fixed then I need you to crouch down. You kind of have nine inches on me."

When Kurt complied, Harry brought out a brush from his bag and began running it throush the boy's hair. He was rather glad that the gel hadn't dried yet because it would have been hell trying to get it out without magic. Adding a bit of his own gel, he easily fixed Kurt's hair back to it's normal style. He then used a wandless charm to banish the smell of different cologns that had rubbed off on Kurt from the Jocks when they picked him up. Spraying some of the perfume, he squealed at how the other boy looked and threw his arms around Kurt when the boy got out of his crouching position.

Kurt stood shocked when he felt Harry's arms wrap around him. 'H-He's hugging me, oh gaga he's hugging me!' During his inner rants Harry had realized what he was doing and quickly released Kurt while jumping back with a squeak. This effectively brought Kurt back to reality to see Harry standing in front of him, looking at the ground, with a blush staining his cheeks.

As Harry began stuttering out an apology, Kurt let his bluish grey eyes examine the smaller boy. Harry reminded Kurt of a porcelain doll. Clear, snow white skin, silk-like raven colored hair, rosy lips that was positively tempting to kiss, and then the most breath-taking emerald hues he had ever seen. He had almost finished his examination when he came to Harry's stomach. There were three jagged scars sticking out from beneath Harry's shirt. Gasping, he got down on one knee and ran a finger over one of the scars.

Kurt's gasp broke Harry's long apology just in time for him to see Kurt kneel and touch one of his scars. Blushing an even deeper red, Harry couldn't think what to do. Then Kurt's voice caught his attention, "What happened?"

Kurt looked up at Harry just in time to catch those bright emeralds dull to a jade color. "I was betrayed." It was only three words, but they were filled with such emotion. Standing up, Kurt pulled Harry into a hug. He felt how the boy stiffened, almost as if he hadn't been given one in quite sometime or had never recieved one all together.

Breathing in Kurt's scent, Harry felt his muscles relax slowly. Burying his face in Kurt's chest he whispered, "Thank you." He pulled back out of the hug, got up on his tiptoes, and pecked the teen's cheek before quickly retreating.

In front of the office he could hear people arguing inside. Knocking on the door, he hear Mr. Figgins' voice call out, "Come in."

Walking inside, Harry's eyes ran over the the two teachers that were sitting in Mr. Figgins' office along with the principal. "Mr Black, I forgot that you would be arriving today."

Harry looked at the principal with a raised brow. "I see... would someone kindly tell me why I had to save one of your students from being thrown in a dumpster? That also reminds me to tell you that one of your starting football players has a dislocated jaw at the moment."

The woman dressed in a red and white workout outfit laughed outloud. "So you were the one to save Porcelain this morning. You really put Karofsky in his place with that stunt you pulled this morning. Name's Sue Sylvester, and I think I will call you..." She caught sight of the tattoo on his left arm and decided, "Viper."

Harry grinned at her choice of name and replied, "A very fitting name you came up with Coach Sylvester."

The male teacher in the office finally stood up after Sue and Harry was done speaking and extended his hand out to Harry. "I'm Will Schuester, the spanish teacher and director of the Glee Club. Thank you for saving Kurt this morning."

"Your welcome Mr. Schuester, but thanks really isn't necessary because I think Kurt saved me more then I did him." He left that hanging in the air before turning to Mr. Figgins. "Well, are you going to explain or am I going to have to switch schools to Dalton. I hear that they have an excellent scholastic program and that the Warblers are a wonderful group."

Mr. Figgins was quicker to explain to this boy why no one had saved Kurt then Will and sue had ever seen him answer. When he was done, one could feel the anger rolling off Harry in waves. It then disappeared to show a bone-chilling smile on the teen's lips that sent shiver down the principal, teacher, and coach's spine. "Can I have my schedule, I have quite a few... pranks... to plan."

As soon as Mr. Figgins held out the schedule, Harry snatched it out of his hand and spun on his heels to glide out. As he was walking he found Kurt grabbing his books out of the locker to right of his own. He was practically dancing over to the taller teen. Coming to a stop in front of his own locker he chirped, "Hello again Kurt!"

Kurt looked over his left and a smile lit of his face when he saw Harry. "Did you get your schedule yet?" Nodding his head, Harry handed the schedule to Kurt, who examined it as soon as the piece of paper was in his hand. "We have the same schedule!"

Grabbing Kurt's hand, he dragged taller boy towards their Spanish class. As they were walking, Harry noticed a couple of Jocks with red slurpies coming towards them. 'I swear if that is for what I think it is then I will-' His inner rant was cut off when the two idiots threw the red liquid, forcing Harry to pull Kurt out of the way and a growl to rumble in his chest. Pulling Kurt behind him, he stalked off and finally made it to Spanish class just as he had calmed himself down. "Thanks again Harry."

Harry smiled as he watched the boy take his seat while Harry waited at the front for everyone to file in. Mr. Schuester then grabbed the attention of the class by clapping his hands twice before he began speaking, "We have a transfer student joining us today. Please make him feel welcome."

Harry smiled at the class before straightening his back so that he speak in a clear voice he said, "I'm Hadrian Black and I enjoy singing, reading, dancing, playing different instruments, and writing lyrics." Most of what he said caught Mr. Schuester and Kurt's attention.

"Hadrian, why don't you take the empty seat next to Kurt." Pointing to Kurt, who now had a wide smile on his face. Sitting down, Harry opened his spanish book and barely paid attention as the man spoke.

After class Kurt got Harry to stay behind so that he could talk to him. When everyone left Kurt asked Harry, "Would you like to audition for the Glee Club?"

Looking down at the ground Harry whispered, "I can't promise that I will be any good, but I will try..."

Another one of the brunette's bright smiles lit up his face as he began talking about each of the Glee members. When lunch came around, Harry wasn't with Kurt because a girl had come and dragged him off. Weaving through the small spaces the students left, Harry navigated his way easily through the crowded cafeteria.

By the time he was seated, Harry was fuming. He had already dodged three slushies, nearly got tripped five times, and couldn't find Kurt. Glancing at the slushie machine, he saw a jock about to fill up his glass. Snapping his fingers quietly, he grinned in triumph when the slushie machine exploded all over the football team and cheerleaders. The entire cafeteria was in an uproar when he heard Kurt's distinct voice.

"You truely are the hardest person to find Kurt Hummel." Harry huffed as he stepped out of the crowd.

Kurt blushed as he looked down at the table, but he was brought out of his thoughts when Mercedes cried out, "Kurt, now who is this? Have you been holding out on me lately?" Kurt blushed even brighter, but was shocked when Harry answered, "And if he was, what would you do Miss Jones?"

Kurt sputtered a few times and Mercedes looked at Harry with a curiously look. "So Kurt, when were you going to tell me you were the pitcher?" Now this even caused Harry to blush like mad along with Kurt. Really, did this girl have no shame?

When Harry finally gained his voice back he said, "We aren't in a relationship..." Kurt easily picked up on the disappointment in the british teen's voice. Why it was there, Kurt unfortunately had no idea. (AN: Poor naive Kurt...and he's even the SEME!)

The bell rang and Harry was quick to scamper out of the lunchroom. He didn't really like being in a room with so many people. The rest of the day pasted by quickly and eighth period came fairly quickly.

Walking into the auditorium, he stared at the stage at the front and since no one was around, Harry jumped up on it and stood in the middle. Staring across the empty seats, he began remembering back when he was still singing, though it was under a different name.

Noticing a piano, his smile grew gentler as he walked over to it and sat down on the bench. Lifting the lid to reveal the keys, he bit back a gasp as his fingers easily settled into position. Long, slender fingers glided over the keys as they played the opening chords before he began singing:

I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you

The holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

It's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who has seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain

I don't even know the name

But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?

There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Harry didn't notice anyone was there until he opened his eyes. Standing in the once empty auditorium was the entire Glee Club. His eyes widened and he quickly shut the lid on the piano before running past them and into the hall. Kurt looked over at Mr. Schuester before saying, "I should go and catch him."

Turning, Kurt ran out the door after the small raven-haired boy while Rachel looked at Mr. Schuester and asked, "Who was that?" The spanish teacher was broken from his stupor enough to say, "That was Hadrian Black, the tranfer student from Britain and also a new member of New Directions."

Out in the parking lot, Harry was climbing into his Camaro just as Kurt came running up. "Harry, wait! Please!" Harry stood back up and looked over at the taller boy with a jaded expression. Quietly he whispered, "No one was supposed to hear that...I shouldn't have sung. I can't stand attention, and the look that the Rachel girl was giving me made me feel like a new toy. I refuse to be anyone's toy aga-" He was cut off by Kurt leaning down and pressing his lips against his own. Harry's eyes widened in shock, but so they closed and his arms wrapped around the taller boy's neck.

Kurt didn't really know why he felt this attraction towards the smaller teen, but he just couldn't help it. The boy was just so... so... Kurt didn't even have words to describe Harry. He had only met the boy that day and yet already he was being pulled towards him. It was almost like a magnet and metal. When Harry parted his lips, Kurt slipped his tongue in and began running his tongue over the raven's. When Harry start responding back, Kurt began letting his tongue explore Harry mouth until he had practically memorized it. When they finally pulled away from each other, their breathes was coming in gasp.

"Kurt, I know we just met but..." Harry's face was bright red as he stared at the ground before finally he muttered, "Nothing. Just forget I said anything." Getting into his Camaro, he smiled gently at Kurt before starting the car and driving off.

Holy shit, this was a lot longer then I thought it would be!

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