N/A: This is a crossover of Harry Potter and Glee. Faberry is OTP. If you don't support gay rights, get out. The story is based on Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry's relationship. They had been best friends for years, and then, when turning 11, they found out they were both witches. Some Brittana may appear, since they're also my OTP. I'm a terrible writer and this is my first fanfiction, so take it easy lol. Hope you like it. And if you don't, it's okay, this is my first one (:

Chapter 1 – The letter

It was the morning of July 25th. Quinn Fabray was chilling in the couch with her friends, Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce. They were watching TV at Santana's house, but Rachel wouldn't stop talking about the boy she had a crush on, Finn Hudson. Finn was promised to be the quarterback as soon as they got into High School. He was tall, strong and all the 11-year-old girls in that town loved him.

"Stop it! I can't stand it anymore!" – said Quinn.

"What are you talking about?" – asked Santana.

"What am I talking about? Rachel, of course. She won't stop talking about this Finn guy. I get it, you love him. But, please, would you stop?"

All the other girls were surprised. Quinn and Rachel were best friends since kindergarten. Quinn had never said anything like that to Rachel before.

"Why are you being so mean to me? What have I done to you?" – replied Rachel.

"Nothing, I'm sorry. I'll just go home and leave you alone". – Quinn got her coat and her bike, leaving them alone.

"Quinn, wait!" – Rachel yelled, as she tried to catch her friend.

Even though Rachel was a good runner, Quinn's bike was faster. She got home very fast.

Rachel was confused. What had happened? Did she say anything?

She went home, leaving the other two girls alone. Late at night, she started thinking… "What if Quinn likes Finn?" – She thought. That would be a good reason why she was so upset. Rachel started planning what to say to her friend the day after, when one of her dads knocked in her door.

"Come in, dad".

"Rachel, dear, you've got a letter". – He said.

"A letter? For me? Really? But… I've never gotten on before".

"I didn't want to open it without you, so I'm giving it for you to read first". – He said, smiling.

Rachel got the letter from her dad's hand and took a look at it. It was really addressed to her. "Weird" – she thought. It said it was from a place called "Hogwarts".

"What's Hogwarts, daddy?" – She asked, curious.

He didn't say a word. She, then, opened her letter and started reading it out loud:

"'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Wizardry? Is this a joke?" – She asked, confused.

"Keep going, honey".

"Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First class. Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwamp, International Confed. of Wizards).

Dear Ms Berry,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress".

"What? What is this? I mean, what does this even mean? There's no such thing as Witchcraft and Wizardry, is it?"

"Honey," - He said, as he sat down. – "Your father and I need to tell you something".

Her other father then got home. They soon started talking to Rachel about the letter she had just gotten.

"Rachel, sweetie, we know it's maybe hard for you, but there's something we need to tell you". – Her other father said. – "You know, we've only met your birth mother a few times. And we've never known a lot of things about her. She contacted us a few weeks ago, saying she needed to talk to us. So, here's the thing. She told us she comes from a big old family. This family, she said, is a family of wizards. She's a witch. You are a witch. She also told us something you already know: You're destined to go to a school of magic since you were born. That's why you got this letter. At 11 years old, all witches go to this school."

Rachel was in shock. Was she really a witch? She had never done tricks. Of course, there was that one time, at Quinn's house, – Quinn, she couldn't stop thinking about her crush on Finn – when Quinn's hair suddenly turned purple when she looked at it. When she started thinking about it, there were a lot of times when weird things happened, she just didn't notice them.

"Are you ok, honey?" – Both her dads said.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just a lot to think about… I mean, REALLY? Am I really a witch? Is this really happening?"

"Yes" – they said, smiling to their daughter.

"Uniform" – she said, turning to the second page of the letter – "First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black).

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear.

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar).

One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings).

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags."

"Where are we going to find these? It's not like we can just go around Lima and find dragon gloves. I mean, do they really exist?"

"Take it easy, girl. You and Shelby, your birth mother, are going shopping, if you don't mind". – One of her dads said, laughing.

"But… I've never met her. Are we going to like each other?"

"She's just like you. You'll love her".

"But what about my friends? Quinn? I can't leave her. We've been together since the crib. She's my best friend. Can I tell her?"

"I think you can tell her, yes. We've known her for years, she'd never tell anyone".

"What about Brittany and Santana? They're my friends too".

"You can tell them, as long as they don't tell anyone. As Shelby said, the magic world isn't supposed to be gave away to… what was the name she used? Muddles?"

"Muggles". – Her other dad said. – "It's going to be alright, dear. Now go to bed. Long day tomorrow".

Rachel kissed them goodnight and fell on bed. She had a dream. A dream Quinn went to Hogwarts with her. They were flying. There was nothing to hold them. And they were happy. So happy. When Rachel woke up, she didn't remember of dreaming about that.