Just a quick note, thanks so much for the favourites and the comments. Didn't expect any, let alone so soon after posting. This is a short chapter, mostly cause I'm trying a new thing of not being so much of a perfectionist as usual and actually write stuff that's passable for once. Maybe then I'll actually finish a fic lol.

To Laraferreira, thank you so much and I definitely intend on continuing.

To Spencer366, thanks for the suggestion. It is certainly interesting, and while it would definitely be amusing, I already have a plan in mind for how and when Harry ends up joining Glee. I also do not plan on making Harry a good singer. He is competent, but not exactly noteworthy.

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Harry was awoken the next morning by Shannon knocking on his door and asking him if he wanted to shower before she did. He relinquished the opportunity of using the bathroom first, and instead went downstairs to make himself some breakfast.

Shannon appeared around half an hour later, hair damp and dressed in her typical polo shirt and shorts. Harry had finished his breakfast and was reading up on physics, which Shannon commented on as she walked into the kitchen.

"It's only day one, kiddo. Why are you studying so hard?" She chuckled.

Harry closed his book and shrugged, "Just want to make a good first impression I guess." In actual fact he was desperately trying to catch up on six years of education, at least enough so that he could fly under the radar. He left the kitchen as Shannon poured herself a large bowl of cereal, and went to go shower.

He looked at himself in the steamed up mirror. His face was distorted by the fog but after wiping it away he could see himself clearly.

He looked healthier than normal, life in his emerald eyes and olive skin. He was finally gaining some weight as well, instead of looking gaunt and weedy. The past month of relaxing really did well for him.

His scar was large and reaching, branching from the right if his forehead across to his left, cutting through his eyebrow. It had grown steadily over the years, having only been a tiny little thing when he was a kid. He wondered just how much it would keep growing. Thankfully Shannon hadn't commented on it, nor the other scars he had. Namely the one on his hand that he had gained when he was fifteen. It had healed well since then, but the mark was still there and visible if you looked close enough.

He sighed at the memories both scars brought up. He was here to forget all that. Not to dwell. He dried his long hair with a wave of his wand, and tied it back in a loose bun, styling his bangs to mostly hide his scar. Brushing his teeth, he tried to shift his mind to other matters. Matters like his new school, of new experiences, and new friends.

It wasn't long later that Harry was sitting in Shannon's car and the pair were heading off to their first day at McKinley High. It was daunting, to say the least, and Harry followed Shannon to the principal's office.

The principal was a strange little man. Harry got the sense that he wasn't exactly the most assertive. A bit of a pushover. He was friendly enough though, and, despite his rather droning tone of voice, Harry didn't mind him. As he left the office Shannon took his place, and he passed by two other teachers on his way out into the hall. One of them was a woman, wearing an intensely bright red tracksuit and had a cold look about her. She gave off an aura of power and menace that unnerved Harry. The other teacher was a man, with brown curls and a more humble look about him, though once again Harry was somewhat unnerved by him.

He shook his head and focused on his day, looking down at his timetable to see where he needed to be.

The day passed fairly swiftly. He found out quickly enough that the teachers really didn't care about what the students did in class, just as long as they were relatively quiet. Which was fair enough for him.

At lunch he decided to sit outside. It was warm, unlike the day prior, and Harry readily accepted the option of sunlight. As he dug into a bag of crisps, he was surprised when a group of students wearing matching black graphic t-shirts started singing. He recognised that Rachel girl from the other day as one of them. Was this a normal muggle thing? A normal American thing? The students around him didn't seem to be paying the song any mind. They looked almost bored. The song wasn't bad, and the voices all worked well together, Harry found himself nodding along to the beat in bemusement, but no-one else seemed to really care.

When the song ended there was only silence and Harry felt pity for the group. They were good.

The rest of the day went without anything remotely interesting happening, save for Harry signing up for track, as well as Football. He knew he wouldn't make the team, but he might as well make Shannon happy.

The next day Harry headed to the locker rooms at Shannon's request. She was holding tryouts today and while she was starting with existing footballers she wanted him to go along too. The past night she had drilled into him the rules for football, and what players did what, and it left Harry confused on the most part. But then, he had been confused the first time he learned about quidditch.

He was late to arrive, it seemed, as a bunch of guys were already in the locker room. Harry was confused as he passed by the two unnerving teachers from the previous day sniggering to each other when he entered. He figured out why though quickly when he saw a delivery guy awkwardly conversing with a thoroughly confused Shannon.

"Boss says, er, if you don't pay for them, I have to," the guy said pitifully. "Which means we have to reuse my kid's pampers... for another week."

Harry watched as Shannon fished in her pockets for the money to pay the poor guy and his face grew sour. But he smiled again when Shannon turned around her confusion and put a grin on her face.

"Hand 'em out 'Wayne Newton'. Alright guys, it's a pizza party. Dig in. Everyone has to eat at least four slices. Lets go! Then, full pads out on the field. We're doing wind sprints. First ten to puke are off the team."

Harry watched as the team groaned. He had to admit, this was an interesting tactic. He recalled his time as quidditch captain last year, and he admired the firm grip Shannon had. He had been terrible as a coach. He didn't like being a leader.

"Hey coach," he called out from his spot by the door.

Shannon looked over and smiled at him, "Harry! Hey, come in. Have some pizza."

Harry grinned nervously but nodded, taking a slice of cheese pizza from one of the many boxes.

"You ready to try out?" Asked Shannon. "Remember everything I told you?"

"Er, kind of?" Harry laughed.

"Good man. Hey, you stay here a minute. I gotta go... do something a sec," she was smiling but Harry saw pain in her eyes. He nodded and smiled at her sympathetically. He didn't have the heart to tell her about the two teachers laughing at her.

As she left, Harry noticed there were eyes on him. He looked to see that about half of the footballers were watching him.

"Er, hi?" He said, suddenly feeling rather trapped.

"Who're you?" A large black kid asked.

"Um, Harry. Harry Evans. Nice- nice to meet you," Harry tried to smile but it felt too forced.

Eyes shot between him and a blonde kid.

"Are you like, brothers or something?" Asked a kid who Harry recognised as one of the singers from yesterday.

"What?" Harry was confused.

The blonde kid stared at him with an equally confused grin, "He means me. Sam Evans," he introduced and Harry nodded in realisation.

"Ah. Well, no. We're not brothers."

"Wait, are you British?" Asked a beefy guy who reminded Harry of Dudley.

He sighed and nodded. He had been getting that question an awful lot lately. "Yes, I am. I just transferred here."

"Sweet, man," grinned the teen who asked him if he and Sam were brothers. "I'm Finn," he introduced.

"Nice to meet you," Harry smiled back at him.

"What're you doing here, Brit boy?" The Dudley-esque kid asked, tone snappish. Harry felt his eyes boring into him.

"Coach asked me to drop by for try outs," he said, trying to ignore the boy's intense gaze. If this was gonna be another Malfoy situation... "Don't worry, I don't intend on actually placing. I'm just doing it cause she asked me to," he laughed, trying to ease the tension in the room. Thankfully the coach returned to the room after that, and Harry felt at ease again.

Tryouts were tough, and Harry did the best he could. He thankfully didn't do half as well as the guys who actually cared about football, and he was sure Shannon knew he didn't really have his heart in the game so he was confident she wouldn't actually put him on the team. It did, however, give them something fun to talk about over dinner that night.