Mending

Chapter 10- Magic

AN: So, I don't MEAN to always leave cliff hanger, oh, who am I kidding, of course I do. Mostly I end chapters from what I call "writer's fatigue." After about 2000 words my little writer-brain gets EXHAUSTED. I've tried to take a break and come back, but then I end up losing the rhythm of the chapter- so when I find that OMG moment to stop, I usually do. Such evilness.

Harry was blown away by the almost-violent reaction of New Directions to his invitation of coffee. He understood these people cared about and were protective of Kurt, but this was just way too much, especially seeing Kurt being bombarded with questions.

Time to take control, he thought. One shrieking whistle got the attention of the group. (Thank you Hagrid.) Harry was a bit unnerved to see the entire club staring at him demanding answers, so he decided to handle the situation as calmly and diplomatically as possible, no matter how much he wanted to hex them all.

"Alright," Harry said. "You guys clearly care about Kurt and I can respect that, so rather than saying for you to mind your own business, I'll provide some details."

Quiet blinking. Excellent response.

"Hi, my name is Harry. Yes, I go to Dalton, no, I am not a Warbler. I have absolutely no singing talent whatsoever. The Warblers, however, are my friends because they are a very kind and welcoming group of individuals. I met Kurt when he came to Dalton and I was the one who brought him to see the Warblers perform. Afterwards a group of us had coffee and chatted. I found Kurt to be a kind and interesting individual and wish to get to know him better, if he is interested, of course." Still silent. "Any questions?"

After a couple of moments of silence the really tall boy asked, "Are you gay?" Harry noticed Kurt roll his eyes and shake his head in exasperation.

"Are you asking me out?" Harry asked the teen. He couldn't help but enjoy the panic in the other boy's face.

"What? No!"

"Well, then since you are neither my friend, my family, or a potential lover, it really is none of your business." Harry replied. "Besides, I refuse to buy into labels about sexuality- love and attraction do not know gender."

The boy with the Mohawk pushed forward, "It's our business if you're trying to get into our boy's pants." If Kurt could cast spells with his eyes, this guy would be dead by now.

"I assume that means you're asking if I am trying to seduce him, right?" Harry asked. The guy nodded.

"No, I'm not going to try to have sex with Kurt. I think we can all agree he is very attractive, but I respect him too much to push for intimacy at this point in our acquaintance." Harry noticed this statement got a lot of "awwws" from the girls and a small smile from Kurt. Just when he thought the interrogation was done, a pretty blonde in a cheerleading outfit spoke up.

"Why did you come to Dalton? Clearly you're British, why would you want to move to Ohio."

Harry sighed. What was up with all of these kids and personal questions? He was about to tell her to sod off when he noticed every single person, including Kurt, waiting intensely for his answer. It seemed like none of them could understand why anyone would want to move to Ohio. Damnit.

"I went to boarding school in Scotland that due to circumstances has shut down for the next few years. I needed a new school and the headmaster of Dalton is a family friend, so here I am." There, that's the quick and dirty answer. But of course, that wouldn't be enough detail for this club, nooooo.

"Why did it shut down?" a good looking blonde boy asked. Harry supposed this kid was new- he wasn't in any of the videos.

"The school was attacked by a local terrorist organization that did substantial damage to the structure." Harry gritted out. He didn't like talking about this or having to explain himself. His statement was met by stunned silence for a moment until just about everyone started bombarding him with questions again. Only this time, Kurt jumped in to stop the vultures.

"ENOUGH ALREADY!" Everyone quieted down. "He has answered enough of your questions. I appreciate you guys wanting to look out for me, but I can make my own choices."

Kurt walked over to an irritated Harry and placed his hand on the other boy's shoulder. "Come on, let's go get some coffee."

Kurt led them out of the school and Harry took a deep breath. "I know they are your friends, but that was really intense."

Kurt laughed. "They mean well, but need to learn boundaries. Okay, then, do you have any place in mind for coffee?"

Harry thought for a moment, "Actually, do you of any place that does tea? I haven't had a good tea time in ages."

Harry watched as Kurt's eyes lit up and he bounced in place a bit, "I know JUST the place! I just have to call my dad first." Harry waited as Kurt dialed his father.

"Hey, Dad…. No, everything's fine... Yeah, it just finished… I wanted to check if I could have a friend over for a while…. Harry….. Yes, the guy from Dalton…. No, we're just going to have tea…. He's British, he likes tea!...Promise, he doesn't go downstairs….Love you too…Bye."

Kurt ended his call and led them to the parking lot. "We're going to my house! My mom used to do a great tea time and taught me everything I know."

"Are you sure it's okay with your dad? I don't want to intrude in your home." Harry asked earning him a soft smile.

"He's fine as long as we don't lock ourselves down in my room. How about you just follow me home?"

Twenty minutes later Harry found himself seated at Kurt's kitchen table with the first good cup of tea he'd had since Harrods.

"Wow, Kurt, this is incredible. I've noticed not many Americans know how to properly brew tea. I'm very impressed."

Kurt answered smugly, "Well, I think if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right."

Kurt put down his cup and looked directly at Harry. "Okay, I'm sensing you came out for more than just a caffeine fix, so spill it, Dalton."

Harry chuckled. "Very observant. Although, having tea with you is definitely nice."

Kurt waited expectantly for Harry to begin.

"I wanted to talk to you about Blaine," Harry said.

"Blaine? He's been texting me this week to help me deal with my bully. It's been nice." All of a sudden a look of horror went over Kurt's face. "Oh my God, you guys are dating and you think I'm trying to steal him away! I'm not, he's just the first ever openly gay teen I've met since moving back and it's been nice talking to him, but I SWEAR nothing has happened!"

"Kurt, Kurt! It's okay!" Harry had to calm the teen down before he had a panic attack. "Blaine and I aren't together. Sure, I'm attracted to him, but he's my friend and I'm not willing to mess with that right now."

Kurt relaxed. "Okay, what about Blaine?"

"I wanted to tell you that he is a total idiot," Harry stated seriously.

Kurt was surprised, "Excuse me? Aren't you friends?"

Harry nodded, "Don't get me wrong, I love Blaine, he's absolutely amazing. Incredibly kind and he is an expert in this LGBT stuff. A lot of the guys at Dalton who are dealing with these issues come to him all the time and he helps them so much. He's one of the best people I know."

"Then how is he an idiot?" Kurt asked.

"His advice to you was absolutely awful. Blaine never got a chance to confront his bullies. In fact, he doesn't even know who they are and it tears him up that he can't confront his attackers. So, he is trying to project his feelings onto your situation- a situation the he doesn't really understand."

Kurt's expression became thoughtful. "And you understand?"

Harry nodded. "Better than most. Let me ask you- what would this guy do if you confronted him? Would he listen or try to get violent?"

"Since he likes to slam me into lockers and throw slushies in my face, I'm pretty sure we can go with violence on this one."

Harry just shook his head. "Wow, I am so impressed with your self-control." Harry looked Kurt right in the eyes. "Kurt, you know you can't confront him. If he escalates the situation you will lose control and find yourself in a place you can't get back from."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Did you know that when you're agitated you play with your clothing?" Harry asked. Kurt became more confused.

"Um, no?"

"Well, at Dalton, you flashed your 'arm band'" Harry used air quotes here. "Blaine probably thought it was some sort of fashion statement, but I know a wand holster when I see one."

Kurt starred at Harry in shock. Just to make sure he got his point across, Harry wandlessly summoned the sugar from across the table and added some to his tea.

"You're a wizard?" Kurt whispered. Harry nodded. Kurt sat back in his chair for a few minutes soaking it all in.

"Your school that was attacked by terrorists, that was Hogwarts, right?"

"Yeah. It actually opened again this fall, but I needed to get away." Harry replied sadly.

Very quietly, Kurt asked, "Are you Harry Potter?" Harry took a deep breath and pulled a wet nap out of his pocket and used it to wipe the makeup off his scar.

"Yes."