Harry Potter/ Glee X-over
Own nothing
HP/Glee Female Character
X: BBQ Songfest
It had just turned noon when the first members of the Glee Club arrived. They walked through the gates. Rachel and Finn were amazed, the place was amazing. Really clean as well, it was completely unexpected. She wasn't sure what she was expecting.
That was a lie. She was expecting bags of mouldy take out boxes and rats. Not this, sure there were a few weeds growing but aside from that it was pretty clean. The front or backdoor was open, and they saw their music teacher carrying bags of rubbish "Rachel…Finn we weren't expecting you yet."
Rachel blushed and Finn laughed awkwardly "Sorry."
"Don't be. Harry half expected this. He's out the back." The pair entered the house. Their jaws dropped and Schuester grinned "Impressive right?"
"This is incredible…"
"This is only the front room. This is where Harry, ends up sleeping most nights."
The living room was massive, comfy armchairs and a sofa that looked like it could fit five people on it were positioned in a way around a coffee table and was able to be turned to watch the tv. Aligning the walls were books, Rachel ever curious wondered over "They're roleplay game books. They run games a few nights a week, its kinds funny. The three of them rotate on a weekly basis for the two or three games they play."
"It's five games. Harry, Dean and I we rotate on our games because we are mucking around in a darker version of America in Vampire. So really its two games as Harry, Dean and I take the other players and ourselves on a twisting journey as different sorts of vampires and watch each other screw everyone over…We also play in someone else's game and act as assisting Game Masters to help the runner build confidence." Called Seamus.
"Harry's outside, Dean is in the kitchen. You're gonna want to see this."
Rachel and Finn, walked through the living room into the kitchen seeing Dean wearing an outlandishly colourful shirt with a bright pink apron reading 'I Can Cook Me' and a pair of shorts.
Rachel giggled and they headed outside. Outside in the back garden was Harry…He was wearing shorts, no t-shirt and he had his head inside what was evidently a pizza oven with a BBQ grill already assembled.
"My god…Harry, what happened to your back?"
Harry spun and there was a crunch, Harry pulled his head out of the oven, blood gushing down his face "Ma Huncle and 'dis belt."
There was the sound of cartilage being moved and Harry moved his nose back into place "That's kinda disturbing." Finn commented.
"I have nerve damage Finn…Give me some slack. Anyway that should now be working." Harry replied as he ignited the oven.
"That Oven finally working?"
"Yeah…may have singed my fingers and ego…Now where is everyone?"
"On their way…Have you been drinking?" Sad Finn tentatively.
"For Merlin's sake. Grow up, stop worrying about the fact that I'm a minor and I drink." Harry groused as he popped his elbows.
Soon enough the BBQ tuned on and Glee Club arrived. Harry had made no effort to pull on shirt, if they looked closely they could tell, Harry looked awful.
"Jesus, when did you last sleep?" Asked Finn.
Harry snorted "What makes you think I did?"
"Your skin, eyes…"
Harry snorted "I've been up because I've had a severe case of Boulevard of Broken Dreams, which all stemmed from one phone call from Hermione who merely stated 'When its time'. So yeah, I've been on the sharper side of paranoid for who knows. But for now let's eat, drink and have fun."
The Glee Club were impressed, Harry was a decent BBQ chef. He was conducting a song and dance of his own rhythm, pace and one that only he knew as flames hissed, fat drizzled and the coals sizzled.
He absentmindedly placed meat on plates and on bread and snagged his own as he cooked. What was impressive was that he was keeping an eye on the grill and he was plucking glass bottles and a bottle opener out of the air with such speed and grace it was like he was catching a baby.
Soon enough the beer had begun to flow when Dean stood up.
"Is life imitating me or is rage imitating life?" He called and he made his way towards the table. Harry slowly got prepared to harness the more sadistic side of himself.
"I feel like a civil war, like a knife in the heart. I got an axe to grind and it's splitting my head open. No friends, no girls…I need both!" Dean was in front of Rachel. Seamus had the video camera on, this was going to be good. A muggleborn had shown it to them that previous year and Harry had fitted Saint Jimmy slightly too well.
(Dean, Harry)
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of one, two (one, two, three, four)
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves, and I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
I'll give you something to cry about
St. Jimmy
My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside (St. Jimmy)
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime (St. Jimmy)
I'd really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy (St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (St. Jimmy)
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name... and don't wear it out
The impromptu performance ended with Dean and Harry with their hands clasped together as the BBQ erupted into flames "Puck, you deal with the BBQ. Finn pass me those gloves and tongues…No, the big fugly ones."
Tongues and gloves in hand, Harry strode over to the pizza oven, opened the door and leant back as the sheer amount of heat, caused Harry to instantaneously sweat "You okay Harry?"
"Just felt like a Horntails just tried to crispy fry me, Dean."
Dean snorted "You'd know all about that."
Harry grunted and lifted out three pizzas, they looked slightly burnt but not that badly. Dean sent the pizza cutters into the wooden table "Help yourselves, don't worry we're trained medics."
"More like trained in stupid safety." Seamus commented.
Quinn shook her head "What have you done Harry? To insinuate you as stupid?"
Harry swigged from his beer "Alphabetical or Chronological?"
The group winced, they were still not accustomed to Harry's biting humour. They were now curious and Harry, Dean and Seamus looked at each other, nodded and slowly but surely the truth of Wizarding Life began.
The three of them held nothing back, they divulged everything. Secrets that should have remained like that just secrets but it appeared the three of them could not keep it hidden anymore.
They only stopped when the phone rang.
"Evans Household, William Schuester speaking?"
"Is Harry, Dean or Seamus there? Its Hermione."
Will gulped "Harry…Phone."
Everyone watched as Harry gestured with his hand and the phone jumped into his hand "Harry, speaking…Hermione…calm down love. Calm down. In the nose, out the mouth. In the nose, out the mouth. I'm good a discerning Hermione speak but the people I'm with…not so much."
Harry put it on loud speakers "Harry, Dean, Seamus the Aurors are hunting us down. They want a big Homecoming and take us back whilst we're Still Breathing into the Static Age."
Harry's eyes narrowed "Well, they can come and get us with a Bang-Bang and Revolution Radio and we'll chuckle when You're Dead."
Hermione shook her head. The code using Green Day songs basically meant, Aurors were going to bring them back home to Britain. The four of them would be taken back alive but not in the best condition and then isolated from the modern world.
Harry's was a declaration of war and that the Aurors would have to take their corpses back. "Hermione, where are you? Seamus and Dean can pick you up. I'll be preparing for the fight."
Artie spoke "Are we all aiding and abetting murder?"
Harry grinned "Aiding and abetting I don't think so, because we haven't told you that we are specifically going to do such a thing. I mean I'm sure you've said 'I'd love to kill that person' or words to that effect and haven't done so. Murder definitely not. More likely to be violent home defence at the least and mass manslaughter or homicide at the worst, as I said before we not going to tell you we are doing such a thing."
The Glee Club looked at him "You're confident about that?"
"Nope. Harry, doesn't have the confidence to say that he's out of his depth and that is because he is always out of his depth that he's comfortable about it." Dean said. Harry had the decency to grin.
"When it gets out of control he'll set it on fire."
Harry nodded, duelling the Death Eaters near Hagrid's Hut and setting it on fire. He had then blown a hole in the wall to rescue Fang. "Not all the fires were my fault!"
"Says the man who would run into a burning building to rescue a box of puppies and come out being chased by something that throws incendiary shit." Deadpanned Dean.
With that the tenseness was dropped. Hermione had said she would contact them when she made it to the States. "You really don't want to go back?" Asked Puck.
"You have no idea Puck…Besides there are at least 300-500 more students who need to learn my message. Anyway who wants to sing?"
Will grinned "I've taken the time to listen to the music in the house. It is…interesting…I did find one that was interesting. I think it was by Alestorm, something to do with a Sunken Norwegian."
Harry grinned "The Sunk'n Norwegian?"
Will nodded.
Harry, who in his free time created instrumental copies of songs, clicked a remote and the song began to blare.
(Will, Dean, Seamus and Harry, Rest of Glee)
There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way
Where you can get drunk any time of the day
The landlord's a bastard, the barmaid's a whore
But give them no shit or you're straight out the door
The Sunk'n Norwegian's the name of this hole
A nasty ol' tavern if ever I've known
[Chorus:]
One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian
One more drink before we have to die
One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian
Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian
One more drink, before we have to die
One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian
Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
Scoundrels and brigands and ne'er-do-wells
And creatures dragged up from the black pits of hell
You'll find the relief in a tankard of ale
So the Sunk'n Norwegian is where we will sail
One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian
One more drink before we have to die
One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian
Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian
One more drink, before we have to die
One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian
Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
For barrels of whiskey or pints from the bar
But if you don't know
Then you don't go
Drink up my friends, as much as you can
For tomorrow we sail to a faraway land
We'll party all night and get drunk off our heads
'Cause we can all rest when we are dead
One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian
One more drink before we have to die
One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian
Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian
One more drink, before we have to die
One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian
Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
So the day carried on with songs getting louder, more raucous and bawdier as they went.