Author's note: this is my first klaine fanfic. I've roleplayed blaine before but this is my first time trying to get 'inside' kurt. I've only written this so far and will start working on the 'real story' when I receive feedback. I hope you enjoy the potter gleek-ness.

Introduction

It had been ten years since Harry Potter freed the Wizarding World from Voldemort's wrath for the last time. Unlike before, all known Death Eaters were imprisoned, the Ministry not wanting to take any chances this time. And this time, people felt safe so people partied. Even the Muggle world was able to join in with the festivities, discovering the magic of the Wizarding world however; their memories were wiped straight after. Things were safe now but there was never a certainty and the centuries-old law was still abided by.

Blaine Anderson was too young to remember it; he was five at the time, meaning he was missed out on many of the festivities but he remembers the joy in his parents' faces as they celebrated. His mum and dad laughed and kissed with glee what seemed every day. Singing along to the radio as they danced around the kitchen and it was utter bliss. His older brother, Cooper, did not really see the beauty in their parents love but he and Blaine used to perform along with the radio to their parents who would cheer and use their magic to create streamers, which fell over their sons. At 15, he was about to start his fifth year at Hogwarts where he was entering it as a Gryffindor Prefect and seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Despite all of the brilliance of the school year, the first look at the castle over the lake could never be topped. He remembered looking at the huge towers and promising himself, that he was going to add something special to the history of the prestigious school.

Kurt Hummel, however, didn't have the same luck. He was born to Muggles; Burt and Elizabeth Hummel and whilst having had a part in the festivities, he could not remember a thing because his memory had been wiped. Unfortunately around that time, his mother had died. Because of the spell, neither Burt nor Kurt remembered why but knew they would never see her again. His dad went into his own bubble and when Kurt got the letter on his 11th birthday, he wasn't sure about it. The magical school wasn't what freaked him out – he always knew he was different in more ways than one – but it was the thought of being away from his father for so long. His father insisted and broke out the college fund and before he knew it, he was standing in a hall that could have fit about five of his house in and that was one room! He felt everyone's eyes on him as his one thought was that he was in the same outfit as everyone else. It was a disaster, that's what it was and nerves hit as the tall woman called his name. Shakily, he moved up to the step, his lips turning into a grimace as he saw the state of the hat he had to put on his head. As the woman lowered the hat, he shifted uncomfortably on the stool, wanting to run or ask for something from McQueen but before he knew it, his fate had been sealed: "RAVENCLAW!" Now starting his sixth year at the school, Kurt had finished his fifth with mainly Outstanding though a couple of exceeds expectations and was still prefect of Ravenclaw house. He wasn't a Quidditch player – just imagine what the wind would do to his well-kept brown locks – and was still just another Ravenclaw.

September the first started like any other before it for Blaine Anderson. He reached the platform just as the clock chimed 10.59 and jumped onto the train before it left at eleven. A quick wave was all his parents got before he moved through the train to his normal carriage to meet up with his best friends, Jeff and Nick. They were the beaters of the Quidditch team and Blaine had met them on their first day in that very same carriage. He grinned as he saw them collecting gold together to see if they could buy enough sweets, "Wasssssuuupppp?" Blaine said as he entered. He wasn't really that kind of guy but he was definitely known to mess around and make an entrance.

"Oh look, Blaine Prefect is still associating himself with us," Jeff said, his eyes moving to glance at him through his blonde fringe. Nick chuckled,
"Hey mate, don't you need to go sit with the prefects for some orientation or something?" he asked, turning to Blaine who shrugged,
"This journey lasts for hours, who cares if I'm a little late?" he said, moving to sit down next to Jeff, pushing his hand into his pocket and added his gold to the mix, "Don't forget me, guys...I'm still one of youuuu" he said, stretching out across the carriage.
"Pfft, we'll see," Jeff said, sceptically and Blaine laughed, nudging him. They were always talking to each other like this. Either that or they were singing. It was Blaine's insistence in the last year that led to a more modern glee club for the school which would start this year. Jeff was about to comment again when the door opened and a Gryffindor girl appeared,
"Anderson, we're supposed to be in the prefects carriage," she said, her face showing her annoyance at being stood up. Blaine turned to her,
"I didn't want to do this... but... I'm turning my smoulder on" he said and he pouted and she looked to him, raising an eyebrow and he shrugged, "Worth a try, see ya later..." he said as he got up and left the carriage.

Truth was, it was that day, when he fell into the prefect's carriage, laughing, that changed Blaine Anderson's life. He just didn't know it at the time. Yes, he was laughing because he could hear Jeff and Nick from the next carriage shouting about him 'selling out to the man' and he fell into the carriage because he hadn't been paying attention to what his feet were doing. The carriage itself looked like any other. There were more cushions and a more random assortment of students from various houses. And this is when he met Kurt. His eyes fell on the slight, brunette boy who's face showed the disapproval and this was emphasised by his next statement,
"Anderson, Why is it so hard for you to be on time?" he asked. Blaine grinned and shrugged,
"I don't know... but I think it rude that you know my name but I have no idea what yours is," Blaine said, flashing a smile as Kurt sighed,
"Kurt Hummel, Ravenclaw sixth year prefect," he said carefully.
"Pleasure to meet you, Kurt Hummel, Ravenclaw sixth year prefect," Blaine said causing Kurt's face to redden and his eyes to turn to the teacher who was stood at the top of the carriage. Blaine grinned, moving to sit next to his female counterpart, awaiting the lecture from the teacher. His eyes were on Kurt the entire time, his eyes taking in the boy, wondering why they had never met before.