Summary: Harry Potter/ Glee crossover- Kurt and Blaine come from different sides of the war. Blaine is a muggle who is dragged into the war on the dark side by his parents thirst for power and Kurt is a part of the light rebellion. This is a story of two people finding love through light and darkness. After HBP, does not follow sequence of events.

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy it :) Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Glee.

Chapter 1

The world was at war. Blaine knew it. His family knew it. But unfortunately everyone else didn't. It wasn't the people who were warring against each other but those who hid beneath secrecy. A world that began and finished underground, concealed from those who were gifted with magic. Eventually it was spilling over into his world and his world was failing. The signs of a more extraordinary world were evident to those who knew what to look for. Broadcasts of sudden explosions and flashes of sparking multi-coloured lights started to arise. Natural phenomenon's they called them. Some of the religious fanatics believed it to be the sign of judgement day. If only those people knew how close to the truth they were.

Blaine and his parents never agreed on anything. His parents felt they knew what was best for him. His behaviour, his hobbies, his friends, his whole life seemed to be up for family discussion. Blaine felt more like a puppet then a 17 year old boy. He suddenly had a lot of sympathy for Pinocchio. The best decision that Blaine (and by extension, Blaine's parents) had made was enrolling him in Dalton Academy.

That is how Blaine ended up in the position he was in now. Standing between David and Wes, attempting to prevent another Linkin Park- Muse showdown.

"But how can 'Uprising' even compare to "Shadow of the Day"! There's no competition!" David's wild hand gestures seemed to attack Blaine; the innocent bystander.

Blaine tuned the rest of the conversation out as he walked to his next class. Too many thoughts were weighing on his mind. His parents, who in the past were happy to leave him in boarding school, suddenly wanted to spend 'family time' with him and his older brother Cooper. This was a nice way of saying something big was happening and that they'd somehow managed to rope him into it.

"You know what, I actually have to go. I'll see you guys Monday" Blaine cut them off, already ten steps ahead. He knew there was no point in staying the rest of the day. Blaine headed out to his car and made himself comfortable for the long drive home.

Blaine managed to make his way home in record time; his curiosity seemed to settle his mind from the guilt of going almost twice the speed limit. Jumping out of his car, Blaine noticed that there was a sense of dread that seemed to emanate from the once cheery vibe he usually received from his home. Slowly walking to the front door he opened it quietly and immediately was attacked with the smell or body odour and sweat. A floorboard creaked under his shoes as he discreetly tried to spy into the other room.

"Blaine?" the tired voice of his mother sounded hesitant and Blaine felt on edge. Never has anything ever fazed his mother out of her cool and calm manner.

Blaine tiptoed into the room and paused at the scene before him. His mother, father and Cooper sat pale faced on the lounge across from two men, with outlandish looks and odd clothes. Midnight black layered cloaks made them seem big and intimidating, contrasting starkly with their pale hollowed faces. The looked like death personified.

"Blaine, honey" his mother tried to ineffectively placate him. "I would like you to meet some of your father's colleagues. They have a proposition for us".

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Kurt dived around the corner. Explosions sounded around him as he ducked and weaved through the mass of rubble that was once considered his safe haven. He clenched his hand into a fist around his wand. He'd spent the past year on the run, after Dumbledore died the Order had tried to stay together but the Deatheaters seemed to keep finding them, and slowly the order started to divide. When Voldemort had taken the next step and taken over the Ministry, the Order began to drop like flies until it went from being an organization to stop Voldemort from taking over to a rebellion trying to take it back.

Kurt had been lucky enough to survive so far. The war was waged throughout his schooling at Hogwarts, being sorted into Ravenclaw of all places for a powerful, dark, pureblood family was a big disgrace. By the end of his fourth year Harry Potter had managed to witness the resurrection of the Dark Lord, which left Kurt having to make a decision to either stay with his family and submit to Voldemort or run. I guess it is obvious what he had chosen. By 14 Kurt was a ward of a distant light relative, and constantly running. Kurt was still running today, from his family, his title, his birth right and at this current moment Deatheaters.

"How did they find us?" he shouted over the noise at his housemate and friend Collin, as they ducked behind an overturned dining table. Kurt and Collin along with five other people had grown up together at Hogwarts and all together had joined the rebellion as soon as they had come of age. They had been hiding out in an abandoned home, a muggle family that had gone 'missing', when snatchers had shown up and broken through their defences.

Before Collin could answer a large explosions sounded from outside, breaking the outer wall, crushing through it like a bulldozer and raining debris over them. Kurt could feel the dust and smoke settle in his once meticulously styled hair and clothes. Collin grabbed his hand as he bolted through the newly made door, throwing jinxes at anyone wearing black as dark curses whizzed by their heads. Shouting and screaming could be heard throughout the house as the Deatheaters continued their siege on the quiet suburban home. All Kurt could feel at this moment was fear for his friends, his family, as they were being attacked.

'Oh merlin' he thought to himself 'not all of us are going to survive this'. That grim thought made him fight harder, run faster and cut down anyone wearing the skull mask.

Kurt and Collin broke out into the cool night air as the sickly green light lit up the sky like fireworks. Kurt threw curse after curse at a deatheater he recognised as Dolohov as the masked man attempted to run into the house to assist in the attack of his kin. The rage and anger had almost consumed Kurt as he kept throwing curses at anything that moved. Colin grabbed his arm and hauled him into the forest to the back of the property. They needed to get out of the anti-apparition wards and find somewhere safe to recover. The adrenaline stopped Kurt from feeling anything other then vibrating energy and a small wetness trickling down his arm. Looking down he saw deep red marring his once white shirt.

Kurt and Collin ran for almost thirty minutes, the sounds of explosions and the warmth of fire slowly lessened the further they ran. Kurt could feel tears leaking as his mind travelled over everything that had just happened. It had been in the middle of the night, everyone had been asleep. Kurt and Collin had been sharing a room due to the limited space when a large explosion woke them. Suddenly the house was swarming with dark robes, they looked like the monsters from childhood stories, ready to swallow up its victims in their large cloaks, eyes devoid of any humanity replaced by an unquenchable thirst for death and agony. The dementor- like creatures (Kurt could hardly consider them human) travelled from room to room, catching them all off guard. Kurt knew that some had escaped, had seen them running out through the exit plans that they had strategized when they first moved in.

They had one rule in the rebellion. One saying that they swore by to keep them alive. We fight for each other, but when it comes to safety, we fight for ourselves. A fancy way of saying every man for themselves, the rebellion will continue as long as there is one person still fighting. A harsh and brutal rule to live by, but one that hopefully secured the safety of everyone in their home.

Kurt and Collin ran for another five minutes before they felt the give of an invisible force field surrounding their temporary home. Kurt looked back and saw a beacon of light in the distance, everything he owned set alight except for the small bag he kept on him at all times. Luckily the Deatheaters seemed more focused on sending a message then catching them and so the forest remained eerily quiet. Kurt turned his back on the scene, shivering in the night air as he reached out his hand for Collin to take. Together they disappeared suddenly, no evidence remained of them ever have been there. Like ghosts, they were gone.

Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think. I'll try and get another chapter up in the next few days. Thanks for reading! :)