A/N: So, I'm not sure if a lot of people will like this idea, but I've been thinking about this for so long, I decided to finally just go with it. The idea is that Santana Lopez more or less = Harry Potter, and a lot of Santana's glee friends are Harry's Hogwarts friends in this story.
It's also not Brittana or Quinntana or anything else, but Fleurtana (or something), because in my head, those two'd go well together.
I'll still be updating my other story as well, but I kind of also wanted to write something less serious, so there.
I hope at least one person liked the idea, but I'll keep writing anyways, so I guess it doesn't really matter :p
I hope you enjoy the story!
Santana Lopez was sitting on her squeaky bed, waiting for the storm to die down.
Not a real storm, though. Through the window she could see a clear blue summer sky, and if the house had been silent, she probably would have heard birds whistling outside as well.
"Are you listening to me, Garbageface?"
She was shocked out of her dreams about being outside in this weather when her abuela explicitly addressed her in her rants.
The woman was standing in the doorway to Santana's room now, her dark eyes wide underneath a massive frown. She had short brown hair and the skinniest body you could have. Her neck and ugly evil-witch-like hands constantly seemed to have veins popping out, but that was of course also because, as she said, "the broad (aka Santana) always brought out the worst in her."
Santana sighed before she looked her in the eyes indignantly, almost rolling her own but deciding against it quickly. If she actually wanted to get out of there (alive) somewhere that day, she'd have to play a bit nicer and tone down on the bitchiness.
"Yes, abuela, I heard you. I don't really understand why you're reacting like this, though. You should be happy about the fact that you don't have to see my face anymore for an entire year."
The angry woman pulled her nose up in disgust and huffed. "Si, si, gone for the year, even if it is to that awful… freakshow of a school, is good, but how dare you give my address to those dirty friends of yours!"
Santana wanted to lash out at her for speaking that way about her friends, but she took deep breaths through her flaring nostrils and forced herself to calm down.
"Because that was the only way I'd be able to get to King's Cross, seeing as you refuse to drive me!"
Even though she had said it in a monotone voice, she had said it so slowly that it was enough to make her grandmother go at her again. She was already opening her mouth and pointing her finger when a voice suddenly interrupted from behind her.
"Abuelaaaaa…", said a whiny boy's voice from the hallway. Santana and the woman both looked at the doorway to see that Ameríco had walked in.
This time Santana did roll her eyes, and she was lucky enough that her grandmother had all her attention on her cousin, so that she did not see the movement.
Abuela quickly rushed to the boy and engulfed him in her arms.
"Ah, Ameríto, que pasa? Were you interrupted by Santana's stupid noise?"
Even though she had been the one screaming, of course she would put the blame on Santana right away. The girl held back from rolling her eyes though, because this time, both sets of dark brown eyes were glaring at her coldly.
"Si, abuela… Why is she still here? She's so stupid, she always ruins everything!" The boy, even though he was already 15, a year older than Santana, always did this, and their abuela always went with it.
Her entire life had been like that. Ever since Santana was – reluctantly – taken in by her abuela when her parents died, they had never hesitated to show her how much they hated her and 'her kind'.
Santana couldn't remember that her grandmother had ever called her by her real name, always preferring terms like "garbageface", "freakshow", "broad", and since she became a teen, "slut" and "bitch" were added to the lot.
Her cousin didn't really live with them, but lived in the house next door with his parents. If those two, Santana's uncle and aunt – even though they preferred to act like they weren't related in any way – didn't already spoil the boy enough, he was even more spoiled by his grandmother.
When it comes to Ameríco, whatever the boy wants, he gets. And whatever he does, he gets away with it too, or is even encouraged by abuela. In this way, he has always bullied Santana. The girl had always been small for her age – according to her this was because of the fact that she'd spent her childhood in the tiny basement of the abuela's house – and so she was the perfect victim for all of Ameríco's bullying.
She had been tormented all her life, not understanding why her family made her life that hard, until over three years ago, when she finally found out the truth.
In the summer of her 11th birthday, she had gotten a letter. Her grandmother had been trying very hard to conceal it, her aunt and uncle kept her from reading them, her cousin wanted to read them himself, but in the end the truth had come out in the form of a giant messenger – literally.
She was a witch.
No, really, Santana Lopez was a real-life witch, just like her parents had been.
She didn't believe it at first, thought the idea was impossible, but in the end, the giant had convinced her.
He had told her about how her parents were murdered by this guy, Voldemort, and how she had survived his attack, and how she was famous.
And that's when it all started. She was able to get away from her awful relatives and entered Hogwarts, school for witchcraft and wizardry, where she had been famous, where everybody liked her – well, almost everyone in any case -, where there was always enough food, where she could sleep in a good bed, where she had been able to buy some decent clothes, and where she learned to do magic.
As she was sitting there, listening now to both her abuela and her cousin rambling about how disgusting she was, she brought her left hand to her right sleeve, and felt the wand she had hidden there.
Lignum Vitae, 16 inches, with Dragon's Whisker in the core.
She would never use the wand, because A it could get her expelled, and B she may be a bitch, but she wasn't some kind of, say, 'Dark Lord' or something, but she just liked to remember it was there, to remember that she wasn't what her relatives were saying about her, but more. To remember that she had another life to go to when the holidays were over.
She almost felt like laughing sarcastically when she thought about what people at Hogwarts would think about her now.
The famous Santana fucking Lopez, the Girl Who Lived, being told off by a couple of muggles.
After her first year, she had still though this bitterly, and was constantly planning on some kind of revenge, or some way to show that she was what everyone expected her to be, an amazing witch and stuff, but by now this had changed.
A lot had happened over the past years, like Voldemort trying to get to the Philosopher's stone in her first year, Voldemort's spirit coming back through a diary in her second, and Voldemort's helper trying to kill her and her long-lost godfather – see a pattern there?
But she had survived, much thanks to her friends as well, and she had learned to relativize, and to reign in her bad temper she had gotten from spending so much time with her ogre of a grandmother and the rest of the freaking Adams Family.
Now, though, she was just plain just to it all, and almost indifferent to all the name-calling. In a way, she was almost grateful to those people, because whenever some dirty Slytherin tried to talk her down in school or attack her in any way, she was always faster, snappier and stronger.
Her confidence got a boost by thinking about the past years, and she decided to put a stop to the ramblings, and just give in to the woman.
"Fine,", she complied, much to her family's shock, "you're right, abuela, I shouldn't let people like that come here. I won't actually send them your address, I'll get to King's Cross on my own. And don't worry, Ameríto, I won't bother you for the rest of the year from tomorrow onward. No if you'll excuse me, I'm going to start packing."
The other two Lopezes were shocked out of their mind, and wanted to continue, but when Santana turned around and grabbed one of her magic books with a devilish smirk, the abuela pushed her cousin out the door and quickly rushed out after him, mumbling something like "right, good, whatever."
Santana sighed when she slammed the door behind her, and took a piece of parchment and a feather.
Sorry Britt, tell your parents that they don't need to come and pick me up. My abuela won't allow it. I'll just go by bus, say hi to the rest of your family for me and I'll see you tomorrow on the train!
Santana
P.S.: Make sure you don't forget Lord Tubbington this year, he almost died trying to find his way to Hogwarts last year
She folded the paper quickly and gave it to Egidius, the Pierce's owl that had been waiting for Santana to write back a letter outside while her family was shouting at her.
"Clever bird", Santana murmured, closing the window behind the owl as it flew off.
She watched it leave for a while longer, envious at the fact that he would be sitting in the Pierce house, the Burrow, in less than an hour, whilst she was sitting here and had to try and find some trains and buses that could get her to King's Cross before 11 am tomorrow.
She sighed. The Pierce's were one of those old wizarding families, of 'pure blood' as some called it, but they didn't mind about muggles as much as certain other wizards, like Voldemort and his followers, did. More precisely, Mr. Pierce loved everything that had to do with muggles.
The first time Santana had been over to their house, Mr. Pierce hadn't stopped asking her about every type of muggle device that existed, marvelling constantly at how people were able to live without any magic in their lives.
She could be having a glorious meal with their family now. Mrs. Weasley would constantly be stacking her plate with all kinds of delicious foods. Brittany's twin brothers, Sam and Chord, would probably be toying with some kind of joke gadgets, and her little sister, Hillary, whose life Santana had saved from the chamber of secrets two years ago, would probably just be laughing along silently, not too mention the other three brothers, who would probably be bickering about their wands by now.
Santana loved that blonde family, they were all so amazing, kind, and just… fun to be with. Her grandmother referred to them as "fucking gringo trash", which made Santana so close to cursing her, but she didn't. If she got expelled, she wouldn't be able to see any of her friends ever again, and that would just be… well, not okay, to say the least.
She was shocked from her thoughts when the bird suddenly flew on her bed again, a new letter in its beak. She took it from the owl and smiled a little at the bright pink ink that was used.
Hey Sannie,
That's too bad, but I guess we don't want you to get in trouble with your muggles either. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow then, mom and dad and Sam and Chord and… well everyone, really says hi back.
Bye!
Britt
P.S.: Oh, thanks for reminding me! I still need to pack Lord T's bags!
P.P.S.: By the way, Quinn's parents have brought her here already, we're driving together tomorrow. See you on the train!
The letter made her smile again, but also gave her a bit of a bitter feeling.
Quinn was there too, and she was stuck here while they were having fun.
Quinn Fabray and Brittany were her best friends. She and Britt have been since day one, when they stepped on the train together in first year, but Quinn was only added to their little group when they saved her from a troll.
She was raised by muggles as well, but at least her parents were nice to her. She was the smartest witch in their year, and probably in all higher years as well, and at first she was a bit of a know-it-all, and everyone had wondered how the hell she had ended up in Gryffindor and not in Ravenclaw.
After all these years, though, Santana knew the sorting hat had been very right in putting the blonde in Gryffindor House, both blondes really. She also understood why she had been sorted in there, even though the hat had told her she'd do pretty well in Slytherin as well.
So she was ambitious and bitchy, fine, she might have fit into that group perfectly. But she was glad the hat finally decided to put her in Gryffindor. She may have been a bitch, but she really did not want to be a part of that clique.
Santana pushed away the bitter thoughts and thought back about how tomorrow, she'd be back where she belonged. She smiled, pushed the owl out of the window, packed her bags and went to sleep.
The next morning was a mess. Santana had to get up at 5 am in order to be able to get to the station on time, and so she quietly grabbed all of her stuff and started pulling her trunk downstairs, praying that she'd be able to leave without her relatives making a scene this year.
She was, for once in her life, lucky. It was too early for anyone of her family to be able, so she was even able to sneak some muggle money out of her abuela's purse and her cousin's piggy bank for the ride to King's Cross.
Santana almost felt daring enough to write a 'thank you'-note, but, sniggering softly to herself, she decided that she'd be playing with her life next summer if she did that, so she refrained from doing anything.
When she finally left the house, her rollable trunk in tow, she felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders, and exited butterflies starting in her stomach as she went down the street to the bus station.
The butterflies kept buzzing around as she got closer to the station, and were at an all time high when it was 10.40 and the train conductor announced that the next station would be King's Cros.
She hopped off the train with a big smile on her face, and hurried through the station, ignoring all the weird looks she was getting about her large trunk.
She came to a stop when she got to the wall between platforms 9 and 10, and her smile got even bigger.
Looking around carefully, Santana made sure no one was paying attention to her and started running for the wall. She closed her eyes as she was about to hit it, but of course, she was able to pass through.
When she got to the other side, she opened her eyes again to see the big, red train.
Platform 9 ¾. The Hogwarts Express.
She sighed happily and smiled once more.
"I'm back…"