As soon as I saw the art (on profile), I knew I wanted it. I couldn't get it in the first round, but got it in the second and was so happy because it joins the two things I love most: Hogwarts and Klaine. Thank you soo much emc14 (Emily)!
However, this is not technically a crossover fic. There's just characters from each of the two fandoms you can see. Also, for the sake of my story, here Kurt was born on May 27, 1989 and Blaine on July 14, 1993.
The title was taken from Jason Mraz as this part suits Blaine perfectly:
Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so damn tired
Of having to live without you
But I don't mind
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
Loads of love to my sweetheart and beta CrazySue05, who edited this for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Harry Potter or any of its characters. RIP Cory.
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Prologue
He sat at his usual position at the table. He looked over to the Slytherin table only to find Santana staring at the Hufflepuff table. She somehow felt him looking back, turned around, saw him looking at her and gave a bitchy look to make him stop looking. He remembered how she had said once they had become close friends...
"One motto of Slytherin is that we stick to ourselves. You know I don't mind it, but since your Mum was a mud..." She caught his look and corrected herself, "Since she was a first generation witch, it wouldn't be possible for us to be friends without me getting a lot of flack in the dorms. We'll have to meet up in secret." She had seen his sad face and continued, "Come on, it'll be fine. We can always meet in the middle of the night, and whenever we have classes together, I can pretend to hate to sit next to you but we'll have the most awesome time ever." He had then hugged her, even though she hated it.
He then stretched himself to one side and saw Brittany waving at Santana, then looking at him and waving even harder. As he saw the food appear on his table, he couldn't help but drool. The first and the end-of-year feasts were always the most delicious ones. He tried to control himself by pouring himself a bowl of chicken soup. It was one of his favourites and he could live on just that soup for the better part of a month if he wanted to. As he turned his face to the right to follow a conversation going on between two of his friends, his peripheral vision tuned into the Staff Table. He saw Hagrid talking animatedly with someone, and as he saw that someone's face, he was flabbergasted. He couldn't believe his eyes. Maybe this whole day was a dream. It was certainly possible, seeing how his day had been so horrible and his dreams were usually sadder than his ordinary Wizard life at his lovely boarding school, Hogwarts. Forgetting his favourite set of novels was really depressing, he thought as he put his face into his soup bowl…
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and jumped up as the scalding soup burnt his face. His dreams usually didn't do this to him. It usually ended up in someone taking away his dessert, his friends deserting him; him falling down from his broom… okay maybe his imagination was a little bit gruesome. But this time, it was so not fair. Usually all they did was give him a view into HIS life. Like those pensieves which were so rare that you had to pay an arm and leg to obtain. The economy had worsened a lot since the 2000s and nothing anyone did could stop the Goblins from increasing the Pound to Galleon rate every single week. Then he heard a voice,
"Stop yapping, 'Fro, I'm trying to enjoy my chocolate tart and you aren't letting me do it with your longwinded talks about everything except getting laid."
Blaine looked to his side to find Santana sitting next to him. He whispered, "I thought we weren't supposed to be so open about our friendship in public? Those roommates of yours will slaughter you!" She raised a hand as she scrapped her spoon noisily against the plate and said, "Don't worry, I told them all the desserts got eaten and so I was coming here so that I could gorge on one of the treats the idiotic scholar kiss-butts always got."
Yes, he was a Ravenclaw. He still couldn't figure why his dream wasn't ending as he looked back up at the staff table. HE looked exactly like he did two nights back, when he had dreamt of him sitting in a corner of his home and reading a book. He pinched himself and as his usual technique didn't work, he realized with a sinking feeling, this was really happening.
Just then, Headmaster Flitwick stood up on his extra tall dais and said, "Now that you are all fed, I'd like to introduce the one new face at this table. He's been a close friend of mine for the past ten years, and is here as a favour to me. To teach you Charms for a year, my friend, and your new professor..."
Both he and Blaine said at the same time, "Mr. Kurt Hummel!"
