Title: Howl
Rating: M

Summary: After witnessing a werewolf accident several years earlier, Kurt gets to know someone at Hogwarts he never would have imagined. Only problem; he may know more than the other realises.
Genre(s): Angst && Romance
Warning(s): Violence
Timeline: Kurt's 6th year at Hogwarts
Word Count: 2,627
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Harry Potter, they belong to the brilliant minds of RIB and JK Rowling. The title of this fic is a song by Florence and the Machine, so credit to them I suppose.

Author's Note: Another fic I should probably not have started writing until I finished my other ones… hm, oh well. This idea was inspired by a –rather horrifying but inspirational nonetheless- dream I had recently. All I did was change the world… and maybe the characters… and here you have it! (come on, it was a dream, I'm not even entirely sure what was going on because I'm pretty sure it happened at an Alvin and the Chipmunks concert… I don't even know) anyway, I'll let you get to reading! I had to do a prologue first, because otherwise it wouldn't have made quite as much sense…

~o.O.o~

Prologue.

Twelve year old Kurt Hummel was tired.

There was of course, a completely valid reason for this, as many would think that, at twelve, one would have to have a valid reason for being tired.

Especially one such as Kurt Hummel.

So, in some huge misunderstanding during Charms earlier that day, he had been given detention.

Yes. Kurt Hummel. Had detention. He'd –of course- thrown an epic tantrum afterwards, back in the Ravenclaw common room. But it didn't help the fact that he still had detention.

He hadn't even done anything really. He'd just chosen to retaliate against all the taunts being thrown at him from various others in the classroom –at the worst possible time.

Professor Flitwick had turned around during his lecture just as Kurt fired a –clearly above normal skill level, though no one seemed to care- Impediment Jinx at Noah Puckerman, a Gryffindor boy who –in Kurt's opinion- was among the Hogwarts population with too few brain cells to possibly be 'brave, daring and chivalrous', like Gryffindors were supposed to be.

But, unfortunately, Noah had been on the receiving end –this time- and Kurt had gotten detention.

Small, awkward, pale-skinned Kurt, who was always singled out by the rest of the student body for being too 'different'.

They were all witches and wizards though, how could any of them possibly be discriminated against for being different?

Of course, Kurt had been convincing himself since his first year, bit by bit, that, despite what everyone said about him being, 'worthless and pathetic', they were all going to be working at The Three Broomsticks as cleaners, while he cured dozens of diseases at St Mungo's.

It was these thoughts that were running through Kurt's head as he slowly made his way back to the dormitory, staring at the light the full moon was casting through the windows of the corridor he'd taken as a short cut.

He was rather close to the windows, half glancing out them onto the grounds bathed in light, half looking down at his boots –he refused to wear the regulated school shoes, opting instead for a pair of black leather lace up boots he'd bought whilst exploring muggle London.

It was when he spared another glance out the window that he spotted something.

A figure, walking around the grounds.

Kurt immediately stopped and peered down. It was too far away to see any sort of hint at who it was, but it was definitely a student, if the shortness and black robes with the white shirt peeking out were any hint.

Kurt frowned. It was almost curfew, and there was a student on the grounds. They seemed to be walking back from the edge of the lake, rather slowly, as if thinking deeply rather than paying attention to where they were headed. At this point, Kurt had deduced that the student was male, as their hair was too short even for the most daring of girls trying to make a statement.

Kurt simply stood there for several moments, watching, and was about to shrug and walk away when he saw another flicker of movement.

It came from the edge of the forest, and, just as Kurt realized that it certainly wasn't human, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

The person walking along, head bowed, hadn't noticed anything, continuing slowly towards the castle. They didn't actually realize something was wrong until the… whatever it was, was only a few meters away, and closing in fast. They stopped, seemingly paralysed as it came towards them, and after quickly looking around and seeing no obvious means of escape or protection, covered their face with both arms, their body visibly shaking from even this far away.

Kurt was frozen as he watched it all, going into shock. Because it couldn't be happening. It was way too out of the ordinary, even for a wizarding school and –oh god.

The thing leapt, and Kurt finally shut his eyes and looked away, unable to watch as whoever it was was tackled to the ground. He had seen the things teeth shining horribly in the moonlight, and was completely mortified.

It was at that point that Kurt finally realised what the thing was.

Oh my god, he thought desperately, scrunching his eyes tighter. It's a werewolf. Oh my god, why would somebody even be outside during the full moon, oh my god.

He started panicking then, quickly looking through the window and letting out a horrible sigh of relief when he saw that the werewolf was gone, but sucking it back in when he saw the student it had attacked.

Oh my god a werewolf just attacked a student! Oh god I have to find someone oh my god. Kurt forced himself to look away from the figure on the grounds -which was unnaturally still and looking horribly like a broken doll- and began sprinting down the corridor, thinking desperately.

Thank god he was only a few corners away from the teacher's lounge. There had to be at least one teacher still awake in there.

When Kurt made it to the door, out of breath, he didn't bother knocking, simply bashing the door open and frantically looking inside. He heaved a sigh of relief when he spotted Professors Flitwick, McGonagall and Slughorn, who all looked equally surprised when they saw him.

"Mr Hummel!" Flitwick squeaked, "Your detention should be finished, aren't you heading back to the tower ye-"

"A student's been attacked!" he practically shouted at them, glancing between the three as he cut off the tiny Charms teacher.

"I'm sorry, what?" McGonagall sputtered.

Kurt's eyes widened desperately. "I was walking back –looked –student outside –werewolf –came her-"

He was cut off by Slughorn's sputtering as McGonagall quickly strode towards him, lips pressed into a grim line while Flitwick paled behind her.

"Where?" The Headmistress demanded, and Kurt backed out through the door quickly, beckoning to them. "Horace, go get Pomona, Will and Poppy, quick. Filius, come with me,"

Kurt quickly led the two teachers to the corridor and almost collapsed against the nearest window, pointing out it. "D-down there…"

The teachers came up beside him and looked down, spotting the students body. McGonagall let out a horrible gasp and Flitwick shuddered.

"Oh my, oh no…" McGonagall quickly began walking towards the nearest staircase, muttering frantically to herself. "Filius stay with Mr Hummel, tell Horace where I am once he arrives. I'm going to go out and get Hagrid to help me carry the student inside," Flitwick nodded, looking paler by the second as McGonagall disappeared around a corner.

He turned to face Kurt, who was feeling his eyes burning with tears as he looked down at the student, who still hadn't moved.

Flitwick seemed to be in a similar state, and neither of them said anything until the other Heads of House and Matron appeared.

"Filius, what's going on? Horace said someone was attacked!" Professor Sprout was looking extremely worried, as was Madam Pomfrey. Professor Schuester glanced between Flitwick and Kurt quickly before gently placing a hand on the latter's shoulder.

"Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt shook his head slowly, closing his eyes, but was unable to stop the images of the werewolf running towards the student flashing through his head. He took a shuddering breath and opened them again, giving Flitwick a look which desperately sent across his wish to not talk.

"M-Mr Hummel witnessed a s-student get attacked by a werewolf,"

Schuester closed his own eyes and tilted his head towards the floor, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout letting out twin gasps of horror as they quickly shuffled to the next window, looking down through it.

Kurt did the same, and saw that McGonagall had made it outside and was walking away from Hagrid's hut, the giant man trailing behind her as they moved quickly towards the student.

Kurt looked away again, unable to stop the small sob that made its way up his throat. He felt Professor Schuester's hand grip his shoulder tighter and leaned into the touch.

He heard the other teachers quickly go the same way McGonagall did, obviously to help, but Schuester stayed with Kurt.

"Kurt, what happened?" He asked gently.

Kurt bit his lip, glancing up at his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and suddenly wishing his dad was here.

"I-I was walking back from detention and… I l-looked out the window and saw him walking b-back towards the castle… b-but, it came out of the f-forest and…" He sucked in a shuddering breath, willing himself to continue, refusing to let any tears fall. He didn't even know who it was yet. But that was the problem.

It could be one of his friends, for all he knew.

"And uhm… he saw it coming but… h-he couldn't do anything, so he just stood there as it –as it…" he had to stop himself, closing his eyes again and reaching out to clutch the front of his robes, letting himself sink to the floor. He felt the teacher sink down with him, and was grateful for the arm around his shoulders.

"It-it's gonna be alright, Kurt… okay? He'll be f-fine," Kurt could tell Schuester was trying to convince himself of this as much as he was Kurt, but he continued to repeat it as they sat there and waited.

It seemed to take an eternity and yet no time at all before they heard the other Professors returning. Kurt stood up, feeling his hair completely out of place, yet he barely gave it a thought as he felt his stomach clench.

The boy was on a stretcher, floating in between McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey, and the others were walking behind them, faces solemn. Hagrid's hands had an amount of blood on them, as he'd obviously carried the boy for a while before someone had thought to conjure the stretcher.

Kurt looked between all the professors before finally looking at the boy as he drew nearer.

He was unconscious, which was expected, and his dark curly hair was matted with blood and dirt, small leaves caught in between. He had one long scratch running from just below his left ear all the way to the top of his ribs. It wasn't particularly deep, but it was bleeding profusely. But just underneath it and to the right a little, was a giant bite mark, visible through the torn and mangled shirt. Kurt numbly noticed the Hufflepuff tie around the boys neck, before he looked away, fighting the urge to vomit.

Professor Schuester was extremely pale now and he questioned quietly, "Who is it?"

Professor Sprout let out a small sob. "B-Blaine Anderson…"

Kurt felt his stomach clench tighter.

He didn't really know him, but they did share several classes, and he was one of the few boys in his year who wasn't constantly teasing him. On several occasions, Kurt had seen him send Kurt a sad smile.

Schuester gave a small nod. "Do you want me to contact his parents?"

McGonagall nodded rather stiffly. "We'll get him to the Hospital Wing and bandage up his wounds, but we'll have to send him to St Mungo's." Schuester nodded again. He turned back to look at Kurt, who glanced up, feeling the tears hot on his face now.

"Kurt, don't worry, okay? We'll get him to St Mungo's and he'll be fine," Kurt could still hear the disbelief in his teacher's voice, but he nodded anyway. Schuester gave him a small smile before he turned away heading to his office.

"Kurt, I'll take you back to the tower now I think…"

He nodded again as Professor Flitwick moved towards him, giving Blaine's unconscious form one last glance before turning around, numbly following his Head of House back to Ravenclaw tower.

~o.O.o~

"Did you hear about that Blaine kid?"

"Yeah, someone said he was sent to St Mungo's the other night,"

"Oh my god, I wonder what happened!"

"No one knows…"

"Do you think someone might have used an Unforgivable on him or something?"

"Nah I bet he tried to go for a swim in the lake and was attacked by the Giant Squid,"

"Don't be ridiculous…"

Kurt kept his head down as he ate breakfast, three days after the 'incident'. The Great Hall was practically buzzing with the news, though Kurt wasn't sure how they'd found out Blaine had been sent to St Mungo's. As far as he knew, no one else had been told.

He stole a glance at the Hufflepuff table and spotted the boys in his year sitting together looking extremely pale, barely touching their plates.

Did they know?

No, of course not.

The teachers wouldn't have told them just because they shared a dorm.

For the hundredth time, Kurt wished he hadn't been the one to see what had happened.

~o.O.o~

"Is he coming back to school?" Kurt asked McGonagall in a small voice. He was sitting in her office after being summoned there in the middle of Potions.

"That will be up to his parents. We have had a student with his… condition, at the school before, though he had been dealing with it for several years, and there weren't any potions to help him at the time. He was still a very capable student, however, -and later teacher- so I don't see why Mr Anderson can't do the same,"

Kurt gave a small nod.

"I know this is going to be hard for you, knowing about this, but you have to swear not to tell anyone. Only the staff, Blaine's parents and you know, and it is best that it stays this way. Mr Anderson will be dealing with enough as it is without others finding out," Kurt nodded again. He already knew this.

McGonagall stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Kurt, I can only imagine the effect of seeing something like that happening, and you are being very brave. But if you ever feel the need to just talk about it, you know my password,"

Kurt slowly looked up at the Headmistress, feeling his hands shake slightly before he nodded again, giving her a small smile which she returned.

"You can go back to class now, Kurt," Kurt stood, gathering his bag and was about to turn when McGonagall spoke again, reaching for a tartan tin on her desk. "Would you like a Ginger Newt?"

Kurt's smile grew slightly wider and he reached into the tin, pulling out one lizard shaped biscuit before turning and walking out of the office.

When he was gone, McGonagall let out a loud sigh, looking up at one of the portraits of an old Headmaster.

"Do you think he'll be able to handle the information, Albus?"

The silver-bearded wizard was quiet for a moment before he replied. "I think he'll make a good friend for Mr Anderson. Merlin knows that poor boy will need one,"

~o.O.o~

Blaine didn't return to Hogwarts for two and a half months, and when he did, Kurt was surprised his parents had let him.

The rumour mill started anew when he came back, and he was bombarded with questions, to which he gave the same excuse. He'd come down with Dragon pox, and had to stay at St Mungo's until he was better.

No one but Kurt seemed to notice the scar on his neck.

As much as Kurt wanted to go and talk to the boy, he couldn't.

He didn't think he'd be able to handle it just knowing he was a werewolf.

But Kurt was only twelve, and at twelve, you have to deal with these things yourself before trying to confront somebody about them.

He just had a little bit of growing up to do.

~o.O.o~

A/N:

So... yeah. A bit choppy, but I did write the majority of this at 3 in the morning on my ipod sooooo... yea. It'll get better, I swear! (I hope...)

Anyway, reviews please!

xx Gazellie