Title: Spread My Wings, Let Me Fly

Author: chipmunki

Rating: T

Warnings: SLASH

Summary: Kurt isn't the only one with a crush on a Warbler, Eventual David/Harry and Blaine/Kurt

Prologue

Harry was new at Dalton. He had been since he pushed Kurt Hummel out of the spot and into actually-being-called-buy-your-name-hood. But he had been here long enough to know that Dylan fist pumped so much he usually punched you within a month of meeting you, Wes with a gavel was a thing to be feared and Kurt's unrequited crush on Blaine was going to hurt somebody.

All in all, Dalton was dangerous, but not as much as Hogwarts.

Thankfully there were no giant snakes roaming this school, just the odd buttercup yellow bird flapping away from the flailing Warbler chasing it (net optional.) It was a nice school, a pleasant school and it's slow mo corridor almost made up for the lack of moving stair cases, secret corridors and ghosts to help you get to your classes on time.

There were a lot of things in Dalton that did not quite match up with Hogwarts, a lot of things lacking and the students weren't half as fun most of the time (the pranks could barely be considered pranks, especially after Fred, George and Harry's father and his friends mad jokes) but Hogwarts was not somewhere he could be right now. It contained too many bad memories.

It would always be his home, but he couldn't stay there any more. And with Ron and Hermione as they were, Neville in India enjoying the local flora and trying to mourn his grandmother and Luna and Ginny in Norway looking for the Pokémon on the various cards she had found and being all couple-y he had decided it was best he too get away from the horrors of staying in Britain.

Then, miraculously he had found out that one of his dad's distant relatives had been a squib and had moved to America in his teen years. He had gone through muggle education and then married into the Dalton family. His father in law had been one of the founders of the school.

Apparently, being a descendant of an original Warbler had a large effect on your placement on the wait list. Harry had been accepted into Dalton just under a week after he applied.

He did not completely think it was fair, but he had just spent the last year trying to catch up the muggles in his class. This entailed studying day and night; barely having any fun to pass the exams he needed to. Thankfully he scraped by with acceptable grades and managed to realize just how much he enjoyed some muggle subjects. Surprisingly Math and French were his favorites. He really liked learning languages, he did not know if it had anything to do with his parseltongue abilities or if it was a natural talent but it was really fun and it helped him loads with his letters to Gabrielle.

Gabrielle and he had become close friends after the rushed Fleur/Bill wedding, where she had followed him around with a big smile and bright eyes, trying to get him to dance. He had agreed after a while because she had threatened to cry and after the Quidditch World Cup he had been terrified of angering Fleur. But they had really got along well and she was the one who had started to teach him French, smiling one of her pretty smiles when he pronounced something right.

She had been upset when Harry explained to her, in his typical blunt way, that if he had to pick between Fleur and Bill he'd pick Bill every time. And not just because he was a guy, he just really did not have a thing for blonds. But she came to accept that their friendship would never blossom into romance as she had once hoped, and as far as Harry knew, now had her eye on a nice, young boy who went to Beauxbatons. Harry was not sure he approved yet, the boy was taking his time working up the courage to talk to Gabrielle and Harry was not sure he wanted someone he viewed as a little sister being the one having to chance a boy around. They should come to her. She deserved it.

Guiltily Harry knew he was being a complete hypocrite, talking about a boy not being good enough because he would not make the first move. He sat and did nothing to approach his love interest.

Harry Potter had a thing for laid back, dark skinned boys in positions of power who called people things like 'endearing'.

Yeah, so maybe Kurt was not the only one with a crush on a Warbler.

But at least his crush did not have a girlfriend.

yes. so even though she hasn't finished the last one she's started a whole other hpglee cross over. haha, i was in a romantic mood, but i'm partially finshed the next chap of aola, so calm it, kermit. take a pill. chillax. and, please, review. they make me want to shout (go ahead and shout!) throw my hand up and shout!

fun fact: this was going to be Harry/Blaine Kurt/Sam, but i just couldn't do that to Klaine.

p.s thank you reviewer who planted the seed for Harry at Dalton in a review of K+B, you rock, i hope you enjoy! :D