As of this moment, I am rewriting this story. I feel that I can make it longer.

Summary: Harry met Kurt and his cousin when he was a child. Kurt visits his cousin every summer and all three of them have fun. That is, until Kurt's mom dies when he's eight. Kurt's cousin, Jen, goes to the funeral with her family, and they decide to stay in the US. Harry is left alone in England until he gets his Hogwarts letter. Harry defeats Voldemort at 16. He decides to go leave the WW for a while because of his fame over it. His destination? Lima, Ohio.

Warnings: Slash, Language, and bad Grammar (as I am using Word Pad). There are more, I just can't seem to think of them.

Pairings: Harry/Kurt, Hermione/Ron, Santanna/Brittany, Rachel/Finn, and Tina/Mike are a definite. Give me any ideas that you have for Puck, Quinn, and Sam.

Blanket Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Glee. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Ryan Murphy respectively.


The Past Part One

The heat was outside was unbearable. The temperature had surpassed ninety degrees (fahrenheit), and the residents in Surrey, England, were affected. It was a rare sight to see anyone out and about other than to get groceries. Even then, no one was out for more than a few minutes. Everyone was in their homes, the air conditioning on its highest setting. No one was willing to brave the summer heat. All of the children were inside, either watching television or playing with their computers. All, except for one.

Behind the house of 4 Privet Drive, surrounding by the same, dull houses, was a child. Short black messy hair which seemed to never lie flat-and not without trying, mind you-adorned his head, some of it falling to frame his cherubic face. Dark lashes decorates slightly slanted eyes, magnifying his mesmerizing green eyes. Above his right eye, on his forehead, lay a scar. It was shaped like a lightning bolt, something that the young boy liked. It made him feel special since no one he knew had his scar. His name was Harry James Potter.

Dehydrated and worn from the manual labor and sun's rays, Harry tended to Aunt Petunia's garden. She had thrown him out of the house with orders to water the flowers or she would have Uncle Vernon punish him. The young boy shuddered to think what his uncle would do to him. His ribs were still healing from yesterday's punishment. He knew in his heart that what his uncle was doing to him wasn't right, but, in his head, he felt that he deserved it. After all, it was his fault that his parents had died that night four years ago. The punishments were his repentence. None of the neighbors had any suspicions about his abuse, and the few who did notice didn't speak up.

The sun was three quarters of it's way through its journey in the sky when Harry was finished with watering and weeding the flower bed. Peeking through the window, he noticed that his reliatives were watching the telly. It seemed to be a comedy of some sort. Deciding that this was his chance, Harry silently went around the house to the front yard before quickly making his way to the park. He knew that if his aunt found out that he'd left without permission, he'd be in big trouble. He wasn't worried, however. He knew that Aunt Petunia wouldn't check up on him before sunset. He'd be back at the house before then. He always was.

When he arrived at the local park, Harry was slightly surprised to see two other children playing on the slide. One was a young boy in blue short shorts with a white short sleeved shirt while the other was a girl in a yellow sundress. Their joyous laughter made him envious of them, but he learned to get used to it. He couldn't let other children's happiness affect him.

Since they were on the slides, Harry walked to the other side of the park; to the swing set. A large tree shaded the area, giving the him a slight reprieve from the heat. He absentmindedly pushed himself, swinging back and forth as he slowly relaxed. While he did so, a melody started in his head, soon followed by words. He didn't know who sang it, but he knew that it wasn't his aunt. She wouldn't sing to him even if the queen of England herself demanded it of her. Besides, he was sure that it was his mum singing to him. Without his notice, Harry began to sing the song softly.

(Song: A Mother's Prayer By: Rachel Aldous)
My sweet baby on loan from above.
No better treasure could I more love.
I stand here beside your bed as I pray
I lay my hand on your head and I say:

May you grow up to serve Him
all of your days.
May He lead you and guide you
in all of your ways.
May His hand bless your future with
friendships that last.
May you cherish your youth
and not grow up too fast

I stare in wonder at your tiny frame.
Just to think that God knows you by name.
He knows every hair on your beautiful head.
He knows your thoughts before they are said.

It was all he remembered, but he cherished it all the same. Harry let himself bask in the memory of his mum's soft singing. It made him feel warm and happy. He was shocked out of it when he heard loud clapping.

Looking up in surprise, Harry was shocked to see the two young children from earlier in front of him. They were both smiling widely as they continued their clapping.

"You're really good!" the young boy praised him, his accent surprising Harry. It was an accent he'd only heard on the telly. He believed that it was American. Beside him, the girl nodded enthusiastically.

"O-oh...thanks." Harry stammered, face hot with embarrassment. He couldn't believe that they heard him singing!

"I'm Kurt and this is my cousin Jen! I'm visting her and her parents for the summer!" the other boy introduced.

"Harry." he replied softly, still a bit shocked that the other children were talking to him. Didn't they know that Dudley would bully them if he knew that they'd talked to the "freak?"

"Hi Harry! Do you wanna come over?"

"Uhm..." Harry looked at the sky before cringing discreetly. The sun was setting and Aunt Petunia would be checking in on him soon. "I'm sorry, I can't. I have to go home before Aunt Petunia finds out I've left."

Both Kurt and Jen looked disappointed, but brightened up a second later.

"How about tomorrow?" Jen asked, already planning what they were going to do tomorrow.

Looking at their hopeful faces, Harry hesitated. It was risky, and he didn't know if he could come, but he didn't want to hurt their feelings. Looking at them and their pleading expressions, he gave them a small smile.

"I'll try. I don't know when I'll come out though."

Squealing happily, the other two hugged him tightly. Trying not to wince as his ribs throbbed painfully, Harry hugged them back tentatively. It was nice, he decided; hugging and being bugged, that is. He made friends and he felt happy. Maybe, just maybe, he could hide this from Dudley. He didn't want his cousin to scare them away.

The happiness was short lived, however, as he heard his aunt yelling for him. Quickly letting them go, Harry bid them a hasty "Goodbye!" before running back to the house. When he got back, Aunt Petunia had already told Uncle Vernon what he had done and they were both red faced (his uncle's was more of a puce colour) and he was dragged inside the house. That night, Harry was surprised that all he got as punishment was getting thrown inside his cupboard for the rest of the night without dinner.

He didn't find out why until the next day when his aunt had made him cook more food for lunch that she had invited neighbors over. It turned out that they had relatives visiting them for the summer and his aunt wanted to get to know them. In other words, suck up to them and have them like her and her "dinky duddykins."

Harry wondered if they would fall for his aunt and uncle's lies about him being a rebellious delinquent. He hoped not, but he didn't have much faith. His hopes always let him down, so he learned not to believe in them too much.

By the time it was for the neighbors to visit, his relatives had tidied up. Uncle Vernon was in a brown suit with the buttons threatening to pop while Aunt Petunia wore a red dress that complimented her abnormally long neck. Dudley was also in a suit (a new one by the looks of it and it was gray) but a few of its buttons were missing. Harry himself was still in oversized rags as he was sent to his cupboard and told not to make a sound.

A knock resounded throughout the house and Vernon hurriedly walked to the door. Harry thought that he was waddling. Greeting the neighbors with false cheer and a fake smile, his uncle lead them into the house. Harry looked out through the peep hole on his door to see how the neighbors looked like.

There were four adults standing and talking with his uncle and there were two kids with their backs turned from Harry. The adults looked normal enough, but they exuded something that his relatives didn't. Warmth. Harry knew that they were a loving family seeing as how they interacted with each other and the kids, sharing looks and smiling down at the children indulgently from time to time.

Looking at the kids, Harry had a feeling that he knew them. He stared at them, willing them to turn around. Surprisingly, they did. Harry couldn't stop the soft gasp from escaping his mouth when he saw their faces. They were the kids from the park!


Well, that's the edited version of this chapter. How was it?