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It was in the middle of the night that Blaine woke up in a fright. He calmed himself down, seeing as dreams were just dreams, and decided to get a glass of water. Yeah. Maybe that would clear his head.

He walked down the stairs into the dark living room, creeping across to the kitchen. All was silent except for the soft ticking of the old clock, the Weasley's eyes turned up to the sayings above them 'Your late' and 'Time for breakfast.'

He couldn't dwell long, looking around in the dark. He was afraid he would spook himself out. He reached into the cabinet for a glass, walking over to the sink, but he stopped when something caught his eye.

A copy of this week's The Daily Prophet was sitting folded on the counter next to the sink. Curious, Blaine put down his glass and picked up the paper, unfolding it.

Could it be?

Everyone must know that you can never know what you find in the wizarding world, and today that was proven extremely true. The Crumple-Horned Snorkack, which was supposedly a myth, has been found! Through the years, naturalists have given up on finding this magical creature, realizing that it was nothing but a fairytale. Oh how they were wrong! Dennis Creevey, who never gave up on finding this creature, uncovered this gorgeous unidentified egg, claiming it is in fact the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

"I was in the mountains looking for rare Phoenix', when I came across it buried in snow!" Creevey recalls, " I feared her Mother would come, so I camped not far from it to see if she would. When it appeared that the egg was in fact abandoned, I carefully wrapped it in cloth and took it back to my lab. By the evidence I can see, it is in fact, the Crumple-Horned Snorkack my brother had always known was real!"

Blaine stopped reading. Creevey. Where had he heard that before? He racked his brain, but couldn't come up with a conclusion. Blaine turned back to the paper, and sure enough, found his answer.

Creevey talks of his brother, Colin, who had died at the young age of 16 in the Battle of Hogwarts. "Amazing to me, he was." Creevey reminisces tearfully. "I just want to make my older brother proud. Hopefully, finding this will do the trick. He had always told me stories of this great creature, thinking of what its eating habits might have been and things like that. I am honored to say he was my brother. He was so brave."

We all know too well of the dreadful Battle of Hogwarts. Sadly, I don't even think Harry Potter could've saved each and every soul there. Now, Creevey smiles at his accomplishment, knowing that his brother is doing the same.

Blaine stared at the moving picture of several wizards inspecting a large egg. Though in black and white, it was hard to tell the color of the giant thing. Could there really be a Crumple-Horned Snorkack in there? What the bloody hell did that even look like?

Blaine smiled sadly. Colin Creevey. Mr. Potter told of the boy at times, apparently a big fan of his. He would always want pictures of him, and asked if he could sign them. Colin would follow Mr. Potter around, until it came to the point when he had to politely ask him to go away. 'I didn't realize how brave he was until I heard of his last moments.' Mr. Potter recalled sadly. 'Standing up to Death Eaters, what courage.'

Blaine put the paper down. Dennis Creevey must have been through a lot. Blaine didn't like to think about the Battle of Hogwarts, but now it seemed stuck in his mind with no intension on leaving. He could only imagine what that was like, being frightened for your life yet standing up to do anything to protect everyone else. The funny thing was, Blaine hadn't ever heard his Uncle Ron talk once about it. His uncle liked to dwell on the happy thoughts of Hogwarts. True, they won. Voldemort was defeated thanks to Mr. Potter, but that didn't mean each and every single life lost wasn't mourned.

Blaine looked down at the floor. He never met Uncle Fred. Uncle George was highly hilarious, but Blaine often wondered what it would have been like with two of him. George Weasley often told that he still felt his brother was with him, and Blaine found that intriguing. He had always wanted a brother or sister, and the fact that even death couldn't keep George and Fred apart was amazing to him.

Blaine took a sip of water. And walked back upstairs, his spirits a bit higher at the thought of his two uncles. Hopefully he would see Uncle George on a trip to Hogsmeade this year.

"C'mon, where is he?" Rose whined.

"You know Rosey, there's a thing called patience." Mr. Weasley laughed, but he too looked at his watch.

Hugo huffed in annoyance. This Kurt kid was supposed to come half an hour ago. Where the hell was he? Maybe he bailed out. Did he even know magic?

"I don't see what's taking him so long." Hugo crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hey, you better act more polite when he comes." Hermione Weasley scolded her children. "Besides, he's traveling across an ocean by floo powder. It's going to take a second, believe it or not."

Blaine smirked. The only reason Hugo and Rose were so upset was because they were so excited to get this whole 'Blaine Anderson' thing on the road that they woke up really early. Now they were grumpy and tired unlike Blaine, who woke up two hours after them, completely relaxed and not the least bit energetic about this kid coming. Though… he was slightly nervous.

What if he came and knew who Blaine was immediately? It would be ruined. All Blaine wanted was a normal friend and all Hugo and Rose wanted was a good laugh from watching Blaine struggle to make up a pretend life.

Mrs. Weasley took out her wand to warm up her tea. She did so quickly and took a drink saying, "Maybe he got lost." She put her cup down and laid her head on her husband's shoulder, wrapping her skinny arms around his bicep. "Do you remember when that happened to Harry, darling?"

"Ah, yes." Mr. Weasley smiled, kissing his wife's forehead. "Diagonally instead of Diagon Alley. We were only second years if I remember correctly."

"Yes. And you were childish and came to Hogwarts in your Father's flying car." She rolled her eyes.

"And you were a stuck up know it all." Ron Weasley retorted. "But that only recently wore off."

Hermione Weasley scoffed and hit her husband's arm, sticking out her tongue. She put both hands in front of her to hit him again, but he grabbed her wrists. Before she could get away, Ron pulled her into a searing kiss, stopping her protests. Hermione slowly relaxed under his touch and when he reluctantly pulled back, because obviously there were children in the room even if they weren't paying attention, Hermione let out a content sigh. They stared at each other for a minute, thinking of the years that had gone by. Hermione smiled slowly before kissing him again and going back to her previous position with her head on his shoulder. Ron smiled. It was just as good as the first time. "You'll always be that stuck up little girl to me." Ron said, taking his wife's hand. "But that's who I fell in love with. I don't want it to ever change."

They hadn't noticed that while Hugo and Rose were bickering, their nephew was watching them. Blaine smiled. They didn't usually tell each other the usual 'I love you', but they didn't have to. It was all in their actions, in the way that they looked at each other. Blaine again shocked himself by realizing he wanted that.

BAM!

There was a sudden burst of green in the fireplace that made everyone jump.

Kurt was there.

They all instinctively stood up, ready to greet the guest.

There came a cough and through the smoke, the five could see an outline of a figure, ducking down and walking slowly towards them.

Blaine held his breath, for a reason he didn't know.

Out from the smoke came an expensive looking leather boot, very softly touching the floor.

Then, came, well…Kurt.

The pale boy blushed under their scrutiny, and brushed off his coat, which had to have at least a thousand zippers. He shifted a little; afraid that the family would not like the way he looked, with his highly coiffed hair and dark super skinny jeans that no straight guy would be caught dead in. But his Father said Mr. Weasley was a nice man, and he gave Kurt that look when he said it. That 'unlike-most-the-people-where-we-live-he-couldn't- give-a-rats-arse-if-your-not-straight' look. This memory didn't stop Kurt from putting on a manlier demeanor, which failed in a matter of seconds.

But the boy had to raise his perfectly trimmed eyebrows when all that happened was a kid about his age with flaming red hair exasperated, "Finally!" Kurt had to look up and down the boy walking towards him, dressed in a surprisingly fashionable sweater, but extremely muddy boots. Kurt cringed.

"Hello," they boy said, sticking out a hand politely. "I'm Hugo. Hugo Weasley." Kurt smiled softly at Hugo. He could get used to this.

"Um…yeah." Kurt took his hand and shook it. "Kurt Hummel. It's a pleasure."

"Well hello, Kurt." Hermione stepped up next to her son, putting her hand on his back. "I'm Mrs. Weasley, but you can call me Hermione. Mrs. Weasley sounds way too formal." She smiled and also took his hand shaking it.

"Either that or she's trying hard to forget that she married me." Ron laughed, walking up to Kurt and slipping his arm around his wife, who was rolling her eyes.

"You must be Mr. Weasley," Kurt smiled. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here before I attend school. I've been dying to go to Hogwarts."

"It's no problem at all." He shook his head in reply. "And please, call me Ron. And you must meet my daughter, Rose."

The four turned to find her not on the coach where she was before, but in fact coming through the doorway with a worried look on her face. All she wanted was for Blaine to have friends.

When she snapped out of her melancholy and saw everyone watching her, she plastered a smile on her face, but it slightly faltered when she saw Kurt was looking at her in shock.

She walked up anyway with a polite "Hello, I'm Rose." And was shocked to see the other boy squeal.

"Your outfit is just…" He trailed off with a dreamy sigh and Rose looked down at her dark boots with skinny jeans. They were new, along with the tan leather jacket, teal tank top, and scarf. "There is no way that's pure Magnifane!" He said, speaking of a famous designer ranked top that year in the Daily Prophet.

She grinned. So this is what a fashion gay was like. She could completely love or completely hate this boy. "Sure is! Mum got it for me. I actually have the whole collection if you'd like to see." She gestured up the long staircase.

"That would be beyond amazing." Kurt answered eagerly and they both laughed, beginning to head up stairs.

Ron raised his eyebrows. It was beyond his understanding how fashion could make to people become immediate best friends. "Wait!" He called up to the two. "You must meet Blaine! Where did he go?"

"Um…who's Blaine?" Kurt asked with a slightly confused tilt of his head. He thought the Weasley's only had two children.

Hermione smiled at his puzzled look. "Well he's our neph-"

"Mum!" Rose said entirely too loud. "I'll tell him all the details while we are upstairs." Kurt grinned at her, though this Blaine was still slightly in his mind even with the thought of expensive designer clothes ahead.

When they were safely upstairs, Hugo breathed a sigh of relief. Poor Blaine. He had to do all of this for a friend? Plus, Kurt had been here for only a few moments, and he already almost found out!

"Hugo, are you alright?" His father looked at him worriedly.

"Fine, Dad. I think I'll... give Rose some time with Kurt alone while I'll go play quidditch."

He rushed out of the room, leaving his two parents staring confused after him.