Hi, this is taylor-the-generic-opera, the author of this fic!
This story is a spur-of-the-moment idea for me.
I have no clue where it's going, but all of the original Harry Potter characters have left.
Reviews and criticism are appreciated, please and thank you!
I don't own Glee, the characters, or Harry Potter.
"Kurt Hummel." The name rung clear across the Great Hall. Slowly, the unsorted first years parted ways as a small boy pushed his way through the crowd. The child's startling blue eyes stared up at the old, worn hat that rested on the wooden stool. With each step he took, he seemed to grow a shade paler than he already was.
When the Sorting was placed on his head, the boy's vision went dark. He focused on his breathing, trying not to pay attention to the hat's mumbling in his ears. It was weird, all of it. It had to just be a very vivid dream he was having. None of this could be real, anyways.His mother couldn't have been -
"SLYTHERIN!" Cheers came from one direction of the huge room, and light quickly followed. Kurt rose off of the stool, stumbling over to the students in green and silver ties. He took a seat next to the one person he recognized. Quinn Fabray, a Pureblood he had met on the train. She seemed nice enough, he supposed. He sat next to her, offering the other first year a small grin before sitting to her left. The wooden benches could have been a lot more comfortable, especially in a magical school like this.
"Are you going to fix your hair now?" The soft, quick-paced voice caught the eleven-year-old's attention. His head snapped up to look straight across the table at a young girl he hadn't seen before. Her skin was much like his; fair, light, and it looked soft. She stared at him with dark brown eyes, unblinking it seemed. Her matching hair flowed down past her shoulder blades, framing her slightly rounded face, which was dusted with freckles.
"E-Excuse me?" he finally managed, turning to Quinn for help. The blonde, however, was too busy paying attention to the final students to get sorted.
"You were fixing your hair constantly before you got sorted. Now it's messed up. I'm just wondering if you're going to fix it." The strange girl barely shrugged, her gaze not leaving him as she picked up her goblet and took a sip of pumpkin juice. Kurt couldn't pick out any emotions flooding her dark stare, and that alone worried him. Once her words registered with him, however, he quickly brushed his fingers through his brown hair, perfectly putting it back into place.
"Uhmm, thanks," he muttered quietly, feeling a bit uneasy. When the girl finally looked away, he looked down at his empty plate. He heard his stomach grumble. Well, he thought it was his, at least. A flash of movement caught his eye, and he looked up to see the strange girl's cheeks suddenly stuffed with food. Kurt just raised an eyebrow in question, but looked away before he gave her the chance to explain.
"All students are to return to their respective dormitories now." Headmaster Figgins looked down upon all of them, nodding to the prefects before turning back to the other teachers. He was a short little man, with darkly tanned skin and a thick accent to match his Indian ethnicity. His black hair was beginning to turn gray, and he wore a very Muggle-like suit.
Kurt stood as he quickly realized that Quinn had stood, chattering happily with a tan-skinned girl their age. The new girl had long, raven-black hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She took one look at the small boy and made a face of disgust.
"Are you sure you're in the right house? Slytherin isn't for Mudbloods." Kurt physically shrunk back from her. He had no idea what the word meant, but he was sure it wasn't good.
"Leave him alone. He's got more magic in him than I do," came a sudden voice to his right. Standing next to him was the strange girl that had questioned him about his hair. He blinked his blue eyes in surprise; he hadn't heard her approach. Quinn looked as if she was about to stand up for Kurt, but one flick of the Latina's hand and she fell silent. She glared at Kurt before transferring it to the child at his side. She leaned in closer, hands on her hips.
"You really don't want Santana Lopez as your enemy. But that's too bad, because Purebloods like myself don't mingle with your kind." She spat the word as if it was a curse. "Now, stay away from me. I hear we have to share a room, but you'll be on the other side of it. As far away as possible. Got it?" The unnamed girl glared right back at Santana, not blinking once. Stalking away, Kurt watched as Santana linked arms with Quinn, only for the two to be joined by another blonde girl. She smiled sweetly, holding out her pinky finger to Santana. The Latina did a quick look around herself before giving a half-smile, wrapping her own pinky around the newly-appointed Hufflepuff. The three walked off together, leaving Kurt alone with the other girl.
"Thanks... Again," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her robe pockets. The air was tense for a moment as neither of them spoke. She tapped her feet to some unheard beat, while the hem of his shirt became very interesting suddenly.
"It's Taylor Thomas," she suddenly stated, walking out of the Great Hall after the large group of Slytherins. Kurt stood there for a moment, watching her leave, before following her out in confusion.
The halls were fairly silent as everyone made their way into the dungeons. Kurt felt even more uneasy than he had before as he followed the other first years in his house, barely hearing the prefect. Not paying attention, he didn't realize that someone had stopped in front of him. The eleven-year-old lost his balance, about to let out a scream as he fell. A pair of hands lashed out and caught his wrist, while another cupped over his mouth. Looking up, startled, he mentally grunted as he saw that it was the Taylor girl.
She rolled her eyes and let him gain his balance once more before she turned, going further down the dim hallway. The boy, on the other hand, clumsily followed after her, trying not to get lost.
"Do you know where we're going?" he asked, looking around for the other Slytherins, or perhaps a sign to point them to the dormitory. The boy felt so stupid. He'd promised his dad that he wouldn't cause any trouble, and he'd only been here a few hours and he was already lost. Some promise he kept.
"Nope." Her reply was as simple and carefree as if he had asked her where she lived. He groaned, turning on heel and starting the other way. He didn't hear her coming after him. Maybe she hadn't even noticed he was gone.
"Where are you going?" Kurt, against his better judgment, turned back around to face Taylor. She stood in the doorway of a large room, bright flickers of light coming from an unseen fireplace. He spotted a few couches, all in luxurious green and silver. Kurt sheepishly hurried after her, walking past her without a word and into the Slytherin common room. None of the other students were to be seen.
"Well well, what's this?" The two spun around quickly to face a tall woman, pale blonde hair cut very short against her head. She had piercing baby-blue eyes, and a glare that could make spiders want to shriek and run in terror. The woman's neck was a little long, and her skin was more sallow than tan. She crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you two doing out of bed?"
Neither of them spoke up, only to look between themselves. Taylor opened her mouth to explain, but nothing came out. Kurt finally stood straight and cleared his throat.
"We got lost, Professor," he stated, blinking once. The girl nodded. The scary woman, on the other hand, drifted her glare between the two.
"Well, you won't from now on. And it's Professor Sylvester to you. I'm in charge of the house of Slytherin, and you'll do as I say. Now go to bed. You. I'll call you Sweet Cheeks. Mostly because you remind me of a chipmunk for strange reasons, and your cheeks are just huge... Go up to the girl's dorms." She pointed a bony finger at Taylor before pointing at the staircase at the right. The girl nodded and waved a farewell at Kurt before hurrying away.
"And you? Hmm. You can choose between Porcelain and Tickle Me Doughface." She watched Kurt through narrowed eyes, the slightest hint of a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. He stared at the woman in utter confusion. Did she have the right to talk like that to students? Sighing, he watched her back, nodding his head a couple times in quick, short motions to himself.
"I think I'll go with Porcelain," he finally answered. Sylvester frowned.
"Damn. I was hoping you'd let me use Tickle Me Doughface. Now go to bed. Opposite staircase." With those final words, she turned and quickly left. Kurt watched the hidden door close behind her before he actually went up the stairs, a bit unsure.