Chapter Three

Author's Note: Hello, readers! I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. With the Brittana wedding, I was kind of busy, so I didn't get as much writing on this fic as my other one. But, I knew I needed to get cracking, so here is the third chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Harry Potter, or any of the characters!

The next morning, Brittany went down to the Great Hall with Mercedes and Tina. She'd woken up to Rachel singing quite loudly, which made the trio dress quickly and head down to breakfast. As they were just starting to eat, Professor McGonagall came around and handed out the first year schedules. They first had Charms with the Ravenclaws, then Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Slytherins, lunch, then Potions with the Slytherins.

"So what exactly are you guys?" Mercedes asked as they walked to their first class. "I'm a half-blood. My dad was a pure-blood, and my mom is a Muggle-born."

"I-I'm a half-blood t-too!" Tina stammered, smiling at Mercedes. Brittany frowned.

"I'm a pureblood," she said. "But, my parents always told me that it didn't matter who someone was as long as they're nice."

"Well, your parents are very nice people," Mercedes said. "Not everyone feels the same way. But it's cool! Your parents seem like they've got the right idea."

The three then reached the Charms class and found seats along the wall. Professor Flitwick quickly started the lesson and within fifteen minutes, the students were practicing their first spell. Brittany, who sat next to Rachel, had finally managed to lift her feather off her desk after her first three tries. As she turned to tell Rachel, her smile faded at the sight of Rachel's feather floating up towards the window.

"Everyone, look at miss Berry's feather! Excellent work! Everyone else, your homework is to practice this spell and be ready for another go next class," Professor Flitwick announced. Brittany's feather slowly floated down as she concentrated on packing up.

The next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Quirrell was an amazing teacher. He told stories of the creatures he saw on vacations and how his best friend happened to be a werewolf.

After lunch in the Great Hall, the Gryffindors followed the Slytherins down to the dungeons for Potions class. Brittany hadn't even finished getting her books out of her bag before the door slammed shut and a woman with billowing black robes, a sharp nose, and short blonde hair stalked to the front of the room and turned to face the class.

"You all may be first-years and may know nothing about magic, but I can assure you that in my classroom, that will be no excuse." Brittany's eyes widened, while Tina's and Mercedes' jaws dropped.

"My name is Professor Sylvester and I can assure you that if you want to pass this class, you cannot act like the incompetent fools you are acting like now. I'm sure you all have names; however, I don't care enough to lean them. Now, open your books to page eleven and begin brewing the Cheery Potion. At the end of class, you will all drink such potion and I expect you all to be giddy little school boys and girls when you leave. Now, move!"

Brittany immediately began brewing the potion, taking care to re-read the instructions. After Charms, she didn't want to make a fool out of herself.

Before she knew it, class was over and she packed up her potion into a bottle. Once her books were zipped into her bag, she joined the line that formed in front of Professor Sylvester's desk and waited patiently behind Artie, the Gryffindor boy with a limp. As she waited for him to finish drinking his potion, she noticed a nice, citrus smell coming from somewhere near her. The blonde turned around and found herself face to face with Santana Lopez, the beautiful Slytherin girl from the train. Knowing that there was no escape in such tight quarters, Brittany smiled.

"Hi! I'm Brittany!"

"The brunette, who had quickly looked away, looked back at the blonde and smiled shyly.

"Hi, I'm Santana." Brittany's smile widened.

"It's nice to meet you, Santana! I like your name. It's very pretty!" Just like you, Brittany thought to herself.

"I understand that some teachers may promote inter-house friendships. I, however, do not. So, it you could please stop chatting and face me, this line wouldn't be so backed up!"

Brittany's eyes widened and she turned to face Professor Sylvester, who narrowed her eyes at the student before her. The smaller blonde set her potion on the teacher's desk and waited.

"Just drink the potion."

Brittany blushed, then reached forward and took the potion back and took a small sip. The effects were instantaneous, but not the ones she was looking for. Her face grew beet red and her eyebrows turned down as tears spilled out of her eyes. Before she knew it, she was crying in front of the professor and the entire class.

"Well, Tweedle Dumb, this potion is complete garbage. It's the furthest thing from the Cheery Potion that I asked you to make. If you intend on passing this class, then do make sure to plan on being less stupid next time."

Brittany quickly turned away from the desk and made her way back up the line towards the door, passing all of the snickering students who had heard every word the Professor had said. Once she was out of the classroom., she made her way to the nearest bathroom. After noticing that she was the only one there, she sat down on one of the toilet seats and let her tears loose.

"And who might you be?" a voice above her asked. Brittany looked up to see the ghost of a small schoolgirl with glasses and braided long hair looking down on her.

"I'm Brittany."

"Well, Brittany, I'm Moaning Myrtle, and you're sitting on my toilet."
Brittany jumped up and quickly scooted out of the stall.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know it was yours. I didn't use it, I just sat on it," the blonde said, wiping away her tears.

"Were you crying?" Moaning Myrtle asked. Brittany bit her lip and nodded.

"I didn't make a potion correctly in class, so everyone laughed at me for being so dumb." The ghost swooped down and hovered in front of Brittany.

"I used to get teased a lot, too," Myrtle said softly. "I was teased until the day I died."

"That's awful!" the blonde exclaimed.

"Well, people still tease me now, too," the ghost admitted.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Santana walked in. There was a pause before Myrtle swooped up and back into her stall, only to disappear into the toilet.

"Brittany, are you okay?" Santana asked.

"Why do you care? You're Slytherin. I'm Gryffindor. We're supposed to be enemies," Brittany said, wiping the corners of her eyes.

"Well, aren't your housemates supposed to stick up for you?" I don't know if you noticed, but it wasn't just the Slytherins who were laughing at you," Santana replied.

"Great," the blonde said, fresh tears brimming in her eyes. "Now I don't have any friends." Santana stepped forward.

"That's not true," the brunette said. "I'm your friend."

"Really?" Santana laughed.

"Of course! We may not be able to eat together and be in the same house, but when we have class together, we can sit next to one another. Plus, during free time and the weekends, we can hang out and study together!" Brittany grinned.

"We'll be best friends forever!" the blonde said. Santana laughed again.

"Forever! I promise."

Together, the two best friends linked their pinkies in a solemn promise and left the bathroom.