Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Glee. I just like to play with them.
Word Count: 1,166
A/n: I'm not sure what I'm doing, starting a new project when I'm stuck on my other multi-chaptered story. Don't kill me?

Warnings: OOC!Everyone, Language, Dark Themes (ex. thoughts of suicide, mentions of death, descriptions of torture(..?Maybe.), SLASH! HET! (Why not warn for both?) Teenage Angst, Descriptions of nasty things (undecided so far), and whatever else I can manage to stuff into this. Unbeta'ed
Pairings: ...Suggestions welcome.

Title: Worse than selling your soul

Prologue:

Greed was something Harry was intimately familiar with. All forms. Sexual greed. Monetary greed. You name it, and he had been on the receiving end of it. As he stared at the William McKinley High Glee Club Harry wondered for the sixth time, why he was here. He wasn't particularly social, so he didn't want the spotlight. Glancing to the seats placed in front of him, he caught Rachel Berry's eyes and winced. The filthy shine of greed covered brown orbs. A shiver crawled down his spine, instincts warning him to stay away from this particular member.

His eyes darted to the floor and he cleared his throat, he felt as if he was about to sell his soul to the Devil. And, as if nothing else mattered, he knew he was. Once he had hesitantly placed his foot within the choir room, his reputation at McKinley High had been doomed. It didn't matter if Coach Beiste allowed him to join the Football team. He knew he was going to have a hell of a year. Gathering what remained of his Gryffindor courage, Harry began to speak.

"Hi... My name is Harry Potter and I'm here to audition for the Glee Club..." He rubbed the back of his neck and let a half smile grace his face. "Obviously." Cautiously raising his head he was pleasantly surprised to see welcoming faces staring back at him. "I'm going to warn you know, I don't really have the best voice, but some of my friends back in England told me my voice was best suited for a band called Disturbed. I'm not sure how many of you know them... But, I'll be singing a song by them. If it's bad, feel free to throw rotten vegetables at me."

Light laughter filled the room. "You'll be fine. We don't turn anyone away from the Glee Club." The teacher, Will Schuester if Harry recalled correctly, stated. "So, just be confident and you'll do fine. If you want I could always have one of the kids perform something for you first."

"I'm fine actually... I do get the instrumental music in the back ground right? I mean, I can't sing this song without the music behind me." Harry bit his lip, becoming more and more nervous as the seconds ticked.

"Oh yeah. Do you have the disk or anything with just the back ground music? I can pop it into the CD player easily." Mr. Schue, as everyone called him, tried to reassure him.

Harry nodded and walked a few steps to where he had placed his bag down. He brought the CD just in case he actually decided to try out today. Sighing in relief, Harry pulled the CD from the side zipper. Grinning brightly, Harry gave it to Mr. Schue and waited for the music to start.

"The indulgence of our lives has cast a shadow on our world.
Our devotion to our appetites betrayed us all.
An apocalyptic plight.
More destruction will unfold.
Mother Earth will show her darker side and take her toll."

Harry moved his body to the beat, and felt the anger that the song invoked, course through his veins.

"It's just another way to die." Opening his eyes he saw the expressionless members of the Glee Club.

"There can be no other reason why.
You know we should have seen it coming.
Consequences we cannot deny will be revealed in time.
Glaciers melt as we pollute the sky.
A sign of devastation coming.
We don't need another way to die.
Can we repent in time?"

He threw a glance around the room and saw a mohawked teen smirking. He raised an eyebrow and caught the boys eyes. Green eyes widened at the feeling he saw reflected in cool brown eyes. Closing his eyes to get away from the intense staring he continued with the song, pouring his soul into it.

"The Time bomb is ticking and no one is listening.
Our future is fading.
Is there any hope we'll survive?

Still, we ravage the world that we love.
And the millions cry out to be saved.
Our endless maniacal appetite.
Left us with another way to die.
It's just another way to die.
Can we repent in time?"

Surrendering himself to the music, Harry moved in ways he never expected he could.

"Greed and hunger led to our demise.
A path I can't believe we followed.
Black agenda's rooted in a lie.
Will we repent in time?
Species fall before our very eyes.
A world that they cannot survive in left them with another way to die.
Are we dead inside?"

Harry sang the rest of the lyrics with all of his soul before stopping with the music, looking up at the kids who were watching him. "That was pretty fucking amazing," the teen from earlier spoke up, eyes dragging along Harry's body. "I didn't think a voice like that could come from a body like yours."

Eye twitching, Harry frowned. He wasn't that small! 5 foot, 7 inches was perfectly acceptable for a male. ...In his dreams, obviously. "Was that a compliment and an insult at the same time?"

"Of course it was," A pretty girl with black hair pulled into a pony tail, sneered. "Everything that comes out of Puck's mouth is either dirty or a back handed compliment. I would know, I taught him everything he knows."

"Like hell you-"

"Okay! Okay!" Mr. Schue shook his head sadly. "Can you two manage to get along for five minutes for the sake of out New Directions member?" Harry looked up at him in shock, green eyes wide beneath the black fringe.

"Mr. Schue you've forgotten the fact that they are biologically unable to stop insulting for five minutes." Harry looked to the other Glee member that had chimed in. He was... different to say the least. Tight red jeans, and a black silk shirt with a scarf and some sort of jacket/sweater/..thing..

"What are you wearing?" Harry blurted out before he could control himself. Eyes widening, Harry cursed inwardly. He did not need to make enemies so early. "I- I didn't mean to say it like it sounded. I've just never seen someone dress like you do, except for my friend Luna but she's eccentric." Harry babbled for a few moments before shutting up.

It looked like the members of New Directions were torn on how to react. A few (i.e. the jocks) had smiles on their faces with laughter in their eyes. However, the other half of the members glared at him angrily.

"This is a new sweater from Marc Jacobs collection! It costs more than your entire outfit put together."

Harry glanced down at his torn Marilyn Manson shirt, black jeans, and purple converse. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing? It's comfortable..."

Harry watched with wide eyes as the boy stormed from the room. Well, he definitely sold his soul to the Devil when he stepped into the choir room.

A/N: So, as I mentioned above, please don't kill me. It's OOC as I warned and probably not very good. I haven't really written anything for about a month. So, I feel rusty.
Song is "Another way to die" by Disturbed.

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CDFK