Chapter Eleven: Evil Plans

The Yule Ball was getting closer, and Kurt was actually very excited to see what it would bring. Knowing Hogwarts, something ridiculously dangerous would probably occur, putting everyone he loved in danger, but of course, this wasn't Hogwarts as he'd read about it in the popular book series; this was something much more strange and wonderful than he ever could have imagined… consciously, that is.

Unfortunately, the longer he dreamed of this place, the more stable the dream became. Kurt wasn't jumping from scene to scene inexplicably anymore; it was as though this was his own school, which meant he had to attend classes with the others.

"I hate Potions!" Blaine complained, stomping with each step they took down to the dungeons. "Snape is so stupid!"

Rachel's jaw dropped. "Don't say that, Harry! Professor Snape is a very knowledgeable wizard."

"You're just saying that because you're getting an A in his class," Finn said through a mouthful of Sour Patch Kids. She angrily knocked the bag from his hands and stormed after Harry. "God, Hermione, why do you have to be such a buzz-kill?"

Finn looked to Kurt for some sort of explanation, but all he did was shrug in response.

Once they were down in the dungeons, waiting for Beiste to start teaching, Blaine leaned in toward Kurt at their table. "Be careful around Ron – he's a little upset you're taking Hermione to the Ball and didn't ask him."

"But he knows I don't like her!" Kurt laughed.

Blaine shushed him. "I know, but he wanted to ask her."

Well I needed to ask someone to get your attention, didn't I, Blaine? If I went to the Ball alone, you'd just think I was pathetic, wouldn't you, Blaine? Kurt sighed at the thought and then shrugged. "I needed to find a date, too, and Hermione and I have a lot in common."

Without warning, a strong, pale hand planted itself on Kurt's shoulder. "No time to waste, Hummel," said Beiste's voice from behind him. "We have to get started on our class for the day. Unless you think you could teach it yourself."

"No, sir," Kurt declared very quickly.

Beiste sniggered. "I'll bet Granger thinks she could – don't you Granger?"

"No sir…"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for speaking out in class!"

Kurt, Blaine and Finn all groaned, "Thanks, Hermione."

The class was moving very slowly. Kurt kept looking at his watch, but it only seemed to be ticking backwards. He wouldn't be surprised if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, either. Even Quinn, Mercedes and Lauren looked bored. Suddenly, a recognizable character leapt through the doorway into the classroom. "Excuse me, Professor Snape, I'm looking for my son…"

"DADDY!" Quinn shrieked, running up to the person in the blonde wig and hugging her.

Santana rolled her eyes at Quinn's excitable nature and sighed, "Yes, Drah-co…" Everyone else in the class went back to listening to Snape lecture and making their own potions, but Kurt, Blaine, Rachel and Finn spent the rest of the class eavesdropping on Quinn and her 'daddy'. "We have evil plans to commit to, Drah-co," Santana explained. She looked just as snide as she did in real life, Kurt realized.

"Evil plans?" Quinn beamed. "What kind of evil plans?"

Santana smirked and touched Quinn's cheek that, even shared between a twisted father-son pairing, looked sensual. "It's not over yet, my son."

"It's not? But there's literally nowhere to progress to from this point."

"That's what we thought!" the Luscious Lucius-Santana exclaimed. "But we have devised plans to steal a precious item close to him that will get us ever closer…"

Both Quinn and Santana grinned slyly, but the four friends got even more paranoid – they had good reason this time.

"Are they Death Eaters?" asked Finn that night when the four of them sat alone once more in the Gryffindor common room.

"I'm fairly certain," Rachel admitted. "They seemed like they were coming after Harry – with You-Know-Who!"

"They said they were going to use something close to you to help get closer…" Kurt said, reiterating the conversation they'd overheard a few hours prior.

Blaine's eyes widened behind his round glasses, "What if they try to come after one of you three?"

Rachel, Finn and Kurt looked around cautiously at one another, trying to imagine if that were actually the case. What would Malfoy and his father do to the one who got caught? How would the others cope with the loss?

"Well, we won't let that happen!" Kurt said loudly, hoping he didn't wake any sleeping Gryffindors. "We're not going to let you push us away to save us either."

"I wasn't going to ask you to do that," Blaine shrugged. "I mean, I'm Harry Potter. No one can stop being friends with me. I might ask you to save yourselves just to feel like, compassionate for a second. But I know you wouldn't let me kick you out of my life that easily."

Kurt knew what he was trying to say, he just didn't know why Blaine was so cocky, as Harry. "We're not going to leave your side through any of this."

"That's right," Finn added with a nudge to Blaine's shoulder. "We'll help you out."

"Ron, I think I'm going to head to bed. I think you should, as well," Rachel said shortly.

Finn whined, "But I'm not tired yet!"

"Now!" Rachel poked him in the side until he squirmed and understood that she was trying to give Kurt and Blaine some alone time.

When they were left alone, Kurt smiled sheepishly. "You don't have to worry, Harry. I know you use confidence as a defence-mechanism when you're scared."

"No I don't."

Kurt ignored him. "But you know I'll be there with you for through this whole thing – until I know you're safe."

"Thanks, Kurt." Blaine smiled a soft smile and looked down at Kurt's lap. He let his head relax there and stared up at his friend. "I've had something on my mind that I wanted to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Hermione wasn't exactly your first choice to ask to the Ball, was she?"

"Not unless she's secretly a man now, no."

"But even if she was a guy," Blaine pressed on. "You'd rather have taken someone else?"

Kurt sighed. "You've caught me." Blaine cuddled his leg and pushed his face gently into Kurt's stomach. "…Harry, what are you doing?"

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"…You're going to have to take your face out of there for me to hear you," Kurt said with a chuckle.

"I think I know who it is you'd rather go with," he admitted with a sigh.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

"So what do you think?" Kurt implored.

Blaine smiled and sat up. "I think you're a great person and you shouldn't count anything out."