Chapter One

A/N: *evil laugh* I'm doing two of these CR stories for Unexpected Journey. Why? Well, mainly because I can.

Enjoy!

"Alright," Santana marched up to the whiteboard that was stationed in the choir room. "What do we all know about one John Thomas?"

"We know he hates Finn," Quinn was quick to supply her two bits. "And that he doesn't believe in God."

"His parents are dead," Sam added on, "and is loyal to a fault. Remember when Puck and I had to restrain him from attacking Sebastian that day we faced the Warblers?"

"Yeah, and he almost broke free," Puck nodded. "He's strong too. Oh, don't forget about the funky hair. That was so weird."

Rachel nodded. " I concur. Also, we know he's dating that girl. Victorie."

"Right," Santana wrote all that down on the whiteboard. "Is that it?"

"I think so," Finn nodded. The board still had a bunch of white space visible, with only a few things written on it. "Wow, he's good at keeping secrets."

Suddenly, the doors to the Choir room locked without any warning. The football team members rammed at them, but to no avail.

"What's going on?" Mr. Schue asked in concern. To answer his question, he slipped on a pile of papers.

"You okay Mr. Schue?" Tina asked in concern for their coach.

"Just fine Tina," Mr. Schue nodded. "Did anyone write a story called Unexpected Journey?"

The whole group shook their heads.

"Odd, because it's about this guy named Teddy Lupin and Santana's name is mentioned in the summary," Mr. Schue said, causing Santana to snatch the papers out of his hand.

"I don't know anyone named Teddy Lupin," Santana said. "Well, it looks like we're not going anywhere for a while."

"Let's read it!" Brittney nodded. "You go first San."

"Okay," Santana nodded. "Unexpected Journey by Ginnyrules27. Who's that?"

"No idea," Mike shrugged.

Chapter One

A/N: I OWN NOTHING!

Teddy sighed as he placed the letter on the bed. He was sick and tired of getting picked on at Hogwarts, no matter how many times his teachers stated that it was simply kids being kids.

"So this kid's getting picked on?" Artie asked. "Poor guy."

"What does this have to do with us though?" Finn asked.

"Yeah right," he scoffed as he slung the duffle bag he'd packed the night before. At school last year he'd turned seventeen which meant that the Trace was off of him. The Ministry couldn't do anything to him if he chose not to go to school anymore.

"What trace?" Quinn wondered. "And why would the Ministry control when this Teddy went to school?"

He looked in regret at the note on his bed and grabbed it. He'd included one for his grandmother and his godfather but there was one he'd forgotten.

Vic,

You're going to hate me for this but I've got to do it. I'm sick of it Victorie. Sick of the Slytherins going at me every day because my father was a werewolf.

"Werewolves are real?" Blaine asked in shock.

"Of course not," Quinn scoffed.

"But this kid's dad was one!"

"What the hell is a Slytherin?" Mercedes asked, cutting the previous conversation in half.

Sick of the Ravenclaws asking me questions I couldn't possibly know because my father was the best DADA professor Hogwarts has ever known, sick of the Gryffindors asking me to make faces for them just because I can, and sick of the professors for doing nothing. I've had it, and I'm sick of being bullied while no one does anything.

"Been there," Kurt, Rachel, Tina, and Artie nodded.

Don't bother looking for me, you know I can change my description in an instant. Don't send me a Howler either. I'm 17, I know what I'm doing.

"Everyone thinks they know what they're doing at seventeen," Mr. Schue shook his head.

Love from

Teddy

"I thought John was dating Victorie, not this Teddy?" Sam pointed out.

He enclosed that into the envelope holding the other two notes and then turned to his cat. Moony had been with him since he could remember, in fact Teddy was half convinced Moony was immortal.

"Come on boy," he whispered, holding out his bag. Moony jumped into it and Teddy grabbed his bowls, a bag of food and some toys.

"Why is that cat so important?"

"Bye Harry," he whispered. "Bye Ginny. Sorry bout this but I don't want you possibly changing my mind."

He left via the window and walked a few miles before knowing no one would hear him leave. Focusing on Diagon Ally, he reopened his eyes to see the familiar ally. Only no one was around. He hoped Gringotts was still open.

"Gringotts?" Santana scoffed. "That's not a name."

"Yes?" the goblin at the door sneered.

"Goblin?" everyone of the New Directions exclaimed.

"Are you open?" Teddy asked. The goblin's sneer turned into a smile.

"Why yes young wizard," he nodded. "We are."

"Teddy is a wizard," Rachel said weakly, turning to look at Brittney. Everyone turned to her, waiting for a 'I told you so'. It never came.

He opened up the door but frowned when Teddy went to the transfer desk.

"Yes?" the goblin there asked.

"I'd like to transfer one half of all the gold in Vault 901 to American dollars," Teddy said. "I'd also like a way so that I may access the remainder of said gold at some point in the near future."

The goblin sighed and looked at the total.

"There are seven hundred thousand galleons in Vault 901," he said. "The most recent deposit was made by Mr. Harry Potter on April 31st. For each dollar that is requested, you will be charged five galleons. You will be given a total of 350,000 dollars.

"The boy is loaded!" Puck exclaimed.

For twenty galleons more, you can receive a bag in which you will have ready access to the rest of your money."

Teddy was gob smacked. His godfather had really done all that for him? Here he was, running away and his godfather just made sure his plan could work.

"Good godfather," Finn chuckled.

"Thanks!" he said as he paid. He placed the muggle money into his actual wallet while placing the galleon bag into his moneybag. Now all he needed was to find that international apperation point…..ah! There it is.

"Apperation?" Tina asked.

He focused on the smallest town he'd read about in the library at Hogwarts. It was in a rare book that no one had read before, not even his father. When he opened his eyes one last time, he found himself in Lima Ohio.

"So he'd hide in a small town, where everyone knows everyone and could tell anyone when a person arrived there?" Rachel asked.

"Time to find a place to live," he muttered to himself. To his shock, 350,000 dollars did not get him a lot in terms of a good place to live while on a budget.

"Got that right," Quinn nodded.

In the end, he ended up getting an apartment in a rundown area called Lima Heights Adjacent. Tomorrow he'd get himself registered for classes.

"Is that where you live San?" Brittney asked. Santana nodded weakly. She had met this boy without knowing it.

"Moony, this was a good idea right?" he asked his kitten. "I'm not being an idiot am I?"

"He kinda is," Rory said. "Wouldn't it be better to just tell someone about the bullies?"

"If no one does anything," Rachel shrugged. "Why bother?"

Moony looked at him and meowed. Teddy shook his head at the brown tabby. Of course he wasn't being stupid. No way was he going through his last year of Hogwarts dealing with the idiots who whispered behind his back every full moon. Who constantly taunted him because it still took effort in controlling his hair when he got upset at someone.

"Hair problems?" Santana muttered to herself. Why did that sound familiar? Oh yeah, because the only other person who had wacky hair like that was John.

"I think it's time for bed Moony," he said and yawned. Wow, he must have been really tired. Getting into a bed, his last thought was whether Victorie would be mad at him or not.

"She'll be mad," Puck predicted. "It's rather obvious."

That answer came with the morning sunrise. Victorie, it seemed, decided to disregard his request for her not to send a Howler.

"A what?" Mercedes asked.

THEODORE REMUS LUPIN! it hollered in the early morning hour of four o'clock and promptly startling Teddy out of bed. How'd she get one here so fast? Then he noticed the snowy owl sitting on the windowsill. Hedwig II always seemed to get to where she needed to be quickly.

"Why would Victorie use an owl to send a letter?" Quinn inquired.

HOW COULD YOU BE SO IDIOTIC! WE'RE ALL WORRIED THAT YOU'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU KNOW UNCLE HARRY WAS ABOUT TO SEND OUT THE ENTIRE AUROR PATROL FOR YOU WHEN HE WENT INTO YOUR ROOM AND SAW THAT YOU WEREN'T THERE? THE ONLY REASON MCGONAGALL ALLOWED FOR YOU TO STAY AT UNCLE HARRY'S WAS SO YOU COULD GAIN YOUR INTERSHIP WITH THE AURORS EASIER! GRANDMUM'S PACING THE BURROW IN FEAR, STATING THAT IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE WE GOT HURT IN ONE OF OUR HARE-BRAINED SKEMES. YOU HAD ONE MORE YEAR TED! ONE!

"Okay, everything is in capitol letters, meaning this chica either abused capslock or the letter is actually screaming at him," Santana said. "I'm leaning towards the former."

AT LEAST SEND HEDWIG BACK SO I KNOW YOU GOT THIS! OH, AND DON'T TRY TO SEND A ONE LINER. A NICE LONG NOTE, BUCKO! YOUR BEST FRIEND DESRVES THAT AT LEAST!

In a quieter voice, the howler continued. It was as if Fleur and Bill had been watching as Vic had made the first part and walked away when they thought she'd finished.

Sorry Ted. I wanted to respect your wishes but Mum stated that no boy would ever take a woman seriously if they catered to his every whim. Of course, she thinks we're just friends. She has no idea we're dating, neither does Dad. Personally, I think what you're doing is very brave. Please write though. I've sent you our parchment, you know the planning one. Granddad's excited that you're going to live possibly with muggles though they've all thrown that idea out of the possible search options.

Love,

Victorie.

"Come on!" Sam griped. "Either John is Teddy or Victorie is cheating on Teddy with John."

Teddy rubbed a hand over his tired face and scrambled for a pen and parchment.

Sorry for this Victorie, and it couldn't have killed you to send your bloody alarm clock of a Howler at a decent hour? Some of us have school to go to later.

Tell Arthur he's right about the muggles. I can trust you two to keep this a secret, right? I'd rather the others not know about this just yet. Knowing Harry, he'd fly in on his Firebolt wielding Gryffindor's sword to get me out of whatever trouble he believed me to be in.

"What's a Firebolt?" Tina asked.

I've enclosed a note of apology for McGonagall, figured it was the least she deserved after allowing that special privilege for me. I'm fine though. I've got Moony and enough money to last me through Christmas.

Seriously though, try to convince Molly that I'm fine. How's James holding up? Merlin, only his first year and he has to deal with all this drama.

James? Blaine thought to himself. Wasn't that the name of John's godbrother? Why would Teddy ask about him?

Try to limit conversations to the parchment okay? The odds I'll actually have muggles over are high and I don't want them thinking I'm odder than I actually am.

Love from

Teddy

He gave both pieces of parchment to the snowy owl, which flew off. It was then that there was a pounding on the door.

Pounding…no! Is this the night I'm thinking of? Santana thought in curiosity.

"What now?" Teddy groaned as he got up. He first made sure that his hair was a normal color—not pink like the last time he'd opened a door. He still never heard the end of it from the boys in his dorm. Thankfully, it was a light blonde, almost the color of Victorie's hair. His eyes were also a normal color, light green; in honor of his godfather.

"Good choices," someone muttered.

"Better than pink, anyway," Rachel said with a nod.

"Coming!" he shouted as the pounding on the door continued. He looked down and groaned when he realized that he was only wearing a pair of boxers.

"Ooh!" Puck wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Oh well. It was four in the bloody morning! What did the person behind the door expect? For him to be fully dressed and ready to great the day?

"Yes?" he asked and had to physically stop his jaw from hitting the floor as he saw the attractive, tanned brunette girl standing right in front of him.

"Doesn't that sound like…."

"What in the world gives you the right to make all that noise at four in the morning, Goldie?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"San, is that you?"

"Yes Brit, it's me," Santana nodded to her girlfriend. "Which means one thing only. This Teddy is actually John."

"Meaning John's a wizard who ran away from home?" Quinn asked, skeptical of the whole thing.

"Only way we'll know more is if we read," Mr. Schue said. "Quinn, would you like to read the next chapter?"

"Sure Mr. Schue," the blonde nodded and took the papers from Santana.