A/N Almost forgot the disclaimer. I do not own nor am I affiliated with Harry Potter or Glee.

McKinley high was very, very odd. It had only been a week, but Harry was already quite confused. At Hogwarts there were, of course, people more popular or some picked on by bullies, but nothing like what Harry found himself seeing. Those who played sports or were prettier than average seemed to take it upon themselves to torment anybody else that they believed "deserved it."

Deciding who "deserved it" depended mostly on place, time, and clubs. From what Harry could see, it was the Glee club that got bullied the worst. This is itself made little sense due to the fact that several of the most popular kids were in the Glee club themselves, but if being "slushied" wasn't being bullied, Harry didn't know what was.

And he grew up with Dudley.

He had only seen it happen once so far, a pretty Asian girl in dark, gothic clothing had been walking to class and some large guy in what Harry found out was called a "Letterman jacket" dumped a jumbo blue slush puppy right on her face. Next time he saw something like this happen, Harry swore to himself to do something. He might be trying to blend in, but his "saving people thing", as Hermione fondly named it, flared up full force on witnessing the small girl being "slushied."

He had also heard one of the American football players call the petite boy who Harry had seen being shoved into the dumpster a fag. Harry didn't know what this meant in America, as calling the boy a cigarette would be rather non-insulting, but it couldn't possibly be a compliment.

Harry himself had a fairly nice time so far though. Not many friends as of yet, but many were very helpful. It might be the accent. Harry had learned within his first couple weeks in America that everybody seemed somehow charmed by it. He had also tried out for the football team, and had a good chance of making it. Of course they called it soccer, something else Harry had to get used to. You kick the ball with your foot, therefore it's football, but Harry guessed that that had to be too logical to work.

Harry was also considering joining the Glee club.

It might just be his "saving people thing", but the members of the club were taunted daily, and if Harry could do something about it, he would. Plus, he liked music. Aunt Petunia, in her effort to make harry useful as a child and to one up the neighbors, had made Harry take piano lessons for about a year. It would have been Dudley who attended the lessons, but the whale refused to sit still and to listen to the teacher. Harry had been rather good, and managed to charm the sweet, elderly piano teacher to continue his lessons when he could escape. He had also, upon discovering the music room used by Professor Flitwick's choir had a piano, stole away in the night sometimes to practice.

Said charming of the teacher was more of a mix of pity, recognition of neglect, and resemblance to a loved grandson, but it worked. Harry had loved it, he had been free to express himself with beautiful melodies and wonderful sound. Soon after came a penchant for singing. Only while alone or in the shower of course, but whenever he could, he would. Maybe with Glee club, Harry could sing without having to hide it, without fear of being taunted to those who actually mattered to him, like Ron, or the rest of his old dorm-mates.

"Congrats dude!"

"Yeah, awesome job Harry" exclaimed a small bunch of guys surrounding one Harry Potter.

"Thanks guys" replied Harry. He had made it on the foo-Soccer team! The bell rang and the group scattered, leaving Harry to walk alone to first hour. The list of names had been posted during lunch, and there had been a large crowd of mostly disappointed faces surround it. As harry rounded the corner, he saw a large guy with a jumbo cup in his hand heading straight for one of the glee kids. This one being the small Asian girl again. Harry quickly bee-lined towards the upcoming situation, stopping in front of the large football player and holding up his hand.

"What do you think you are doing?" Harry asked lowly, raising one eyebrow. The Asian girl opened her eyes in shock, having closed them in preparation for the sticky ice that had been moments away from being poured onto her head.

"What do you mean new kid, i'm gonna slushie this freak." replied the boy, Karofsky, loudly.

Harry's eyes flared, the jock had managed to use the one word that would make Harry disregard any sense of mercy he possessed.

"Really? That would be rather rude don't you think, you sure you don't want to change your mind?" Harry questioned cheekily.

The jock sneered, while at the same time looking confused. "Look dork, you might be on the soccer team now, but you're nothing. I can cream you. get out of my way."

Despite his words, Harry could see a glimmer of fear in the boy's eyes. Harry didn't blame him, he knew he looked pretty dangerous. At a tall 6' 2", Harry's body was covered in lean, well defined muscle. His face was framed on the right by a thin scar from his hairline down to mid-cheek, and the ever present lightning bolt scar was just visible through the bangs of his wild black hair.

Suddenly, Harry grinned. Quick as a viper he forcefully maneuvered both his and Karofsky's bodys until the jocks face was pressed against the cold lockers, held their from the back of his head by Harry's hand. The arm that wasn't holding the slushie was twisted and held out from his body, all together forming an extremely uncomfortable position. The Asian girl gasped loudly, and attention was drawn to the situation. The crowd didn't stop, used to violence, but unused to it being administered against the oh so popular football players.

"Would you like to pick a different answer?" said Harry, smirking.

"Dude, uh, let me go. I, uh, didn't mean it. promise." said Karofsky, his voice shaking.

"Well, if you insist." Harry kicked the back of the boy's knee, forcing him onto them. While he fell, Harry plucked the slush puppy from Karofsky's meaty hands and pouring the drink onto his head. Karofsky scrambled up and glared at Harry, brave now that he wasn't at his mercy, mumbled out a vague threat and hurried off.

Harry chuckled and turned around to the girl he had rescued. She stared at him, wide-eyed. He walked toward her and she scrunched in on herself, as if expecting the same level of violence to be doled out to her as well.

But instead, Harry picked up the bag she had dropped at some point and held out his arm in a classic, gentlemanly fashion.

"I've seen you in my first hour, would you care to walk there with me."

The girl just stared for another minute before jerking her head up and down. He smiled at her again and she finally relaxed, taking his arm in her own.

"I-I'm T-Tina" she stuttered out, smiling nervously.

"Lovely to meet you Tina, I'm Harry."

After the initial shocked speechlessness, the two got along famously. They sat together in class and barely payed attention to the lesson, so caught up in conversation.

"S-So why Ohio?" Asked Tina incredulously, "Y-You could have gone a-anywhere in the world."

"I liked the idea of a small town" answered Harry, well used to the question by now. "For the last couple years I've lived in Scotland and London respectively, and I thought the quiet would be quite lovely for a change. Before settling down here, I actually visited a few of the iconic American cities."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I left Britain at the beginning of July, and for a month I stayed in New York, then I went to Chicago for a while, visited Los Angeles for another month, and then came down here. That's why I transferred in in mid-October,."

"Wow" Tina breathed amazed. "That's what kids here d-dream of. Most us never leave Ohio, heck, most never leave Lima."

The bell rang shrilly, causing all the kids in the room except two to leap up and run for the door. Not that Harry blamed them. From what Harry could see, the elderly English teacher was the Binns of McKinley High. Harry and Tina, however, took their time.

"W-We should M-meet up later. I-I mean, i-if you w-want." fumbled out Tina.

"Sound great" Harry said, grinning widely. "Hey, would you mind if we met up after school. I've been considering joining Glee, and I was wondering if it would be alright for me to sit in on a meeting to sort of get a feel for it."

Tina looked even more stunned than when Harry had destroyed Karofsky. "Y-Yeah, that would be f-fantastic! We always w-welcome new members."

"Brill. See you later!"

"Bye Harry"

As they walked away from each other, Harry let a small smile appear on his lips. 'Finally made a good friend' thought Harry optimistically.

'And She's rather fit too.'