Harry Potter/ Glee X-over

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HP/Glee Female Character

XV: Something to skip a few episodes

"Guys!" Harry looked up, he had about half an hour before Glee started. Right now he was using the piano not as an instrument but as rather an ad hoc desk. On it were stacks of papers. Two were for Spanish which were a quiz and to write a 750 word summary of themselves. He'd be able to do those later.

Another were a pack of half scribbled poetry pieces and half lyrics and chords for songs. The other two piles were his completed History homework and maths, which Dean was using as a template to work his own out. "I hope you're not copying Harry's work Dean?"

Dean jumped, yelped and swore fluently in cockney before he spun around to see Will standing behind him. "Nope. Just, I don't get the Teachers method. Yet Harry does. I understand how Harry works…"

"You've seen me high and dry, down and out and all states between sober and a raging pill pusher and psychopathic drunkard." Harry replied dryly as he cracked his back and finished his Geography homework.

"Harry! Must you do that seriously?" It was Neville, he came back from Economic 101. "How're your guts?"

Harry snorted "That's my Godfathers name Neville. Still feel like a living hose my friend. A living hose. You got the Eco?" Neville, Dean and Seamus groaned at the bad joke.

"Yeah, three sheets of weird ass equations that make my head spin revolving around National Debt and other things." Replied Neville.

Harry groaned "Yeah, I'll translate the numbers to Galleons and that's all you're gonna get from me. Hell I'll even walk you through the calculation again…Speaking of you, where's Hermione?"

Neville shrugged "Powdering her nose…I think."

"Right here actually." Hermione walked in slapping Neville on the shoulder playfully before looking straight at Harry. She nodded, he nodded, they hugged and then she dove literally into Dean's arms.

Harry meanwhile had finished his homework, put it back in his bag and pulled out a lime green potions. "This the…"

Hermione looked up "It'll stop you from being a hose. But, you'll be feeling like the time you OD'd."

Will's eyes widened "You've overdosed!"

Harry didn't listen "Which time Hermione? The first time, second time, the one where I tried to hang myself or the time I slit my wrists in the bathtub? At least seven times."

"The bathtub time…Will, surely you've seen. Death and Harry don't really stick together." Countered Hermione, Harry nodded.

Schuester nodded "If you need me, Harry you know where I am. Besides I have something I need to talk to you about."

By now the rest of Glee had arrived with Rachel ahead of the group. Everyone took some seats "Principle Higgins asked me to have Glee Club perform a Britney Spears themed concert…"

No sooner were the words out of his mouth did Harry hand Britney a bottle "That'll take the edge off…"

Harry turned to Will "This is a bad idea. But alright. Not participating."

"You have to!" Snapped Rachel

"This is meant to be FUN! Berry or did you think that this club revolves around winning fucking nationals and you using it to become a big name? Grow the fuck up." Harry snarled.

"Harry, dude…You're right about this meant to being fun but man that's too damn far." Called Puck.

Harry turned on him eyes flickering with barely restrained power only to find Neville blocking him "Harry, sit down…" Harry snarled like a caged animal but sat down.

Santana moved over "Harry? What the hell happened? Was it to do with the paper?"

"Everything to do with the paper. You guys know what I am, what Neville, Dean, Seamus and Hermione are. Those turdnuggets from back home! They thought they could take ME? US?" Harry snorted derisively.

"What do you mean? You told us that those Wizarding Cops of yours and ours have tonnes of experience over you." Kurt pointed out.

Neville chuckled "Yeah but what the American Magical Law Enforcement and the Magical Mundane Relation Bureau know about us should be common knowledge for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and that is the Five of us are War Veterans, Three of Us went against Dark Lord Tom Riddle AND his Inner Circle and came out marginally worse for wear AND Two of us have the power and/or the knowledge to destroy a town roughly the size of Lima and One of us has the very much lack of restrain to do such a thing."

Harry smirked at that "Yeah, the Three are Neville, Hermione and Myself. The two are Hermione and Myself. The last one…"

Santana's eyes widened "You…We've seen you lose your temper but nothing untoward happened."

Harry chuckled "Thank you for Emancipation, Poisonous blood and sheer raw bone headedness."

Quinn's eyes widened "Poison yourself to help…That's the reason you can't get drunk." She exclaimed.

Harry transfigured a sheet of paper into a cowboy hat and tipped it to her "Correct. Anyway, I am willing to help but going to sing or dance. Not a major fan of Spears."

However the fact the group seemed very enthusiastic about the idea, Harry sighed. This was going to be a long couple of sessions.

The week past and eventually Glee put on the show. Harry turned up stone sober which surprised everybody and furthermore had learnt the acoustic, rhythm and bass for the songs. Harry had managed to get Britney to lead.

Although that was met with fierce resistance by Rachel. Schuester failed to get between an annoyed Neville and a terrified Rachel. Harry was the one between the pair taking on a faint tiger shape as he snarled at Neville.

Eventually things died down upon Hermione stripping Rachel down from the pedestal she had placed herself on.

Thankfully for the next couple of weeks things went smoothly. As time went on Harry and Puck began to notice that Rachel and Finn were getting more and more attached to one another. "You think he'll pop the question?"

Harry shrugged as he peeled off his sweat clung to baseball shirt. He had made the team "Not yet. I don't think either of them really notice how bad each one of them has it for the other. It's hilariously painful and painfully hilarious."

"What about you and Quinn? You two seemed getting pretty close."

"More a friend than anything. Though Satana and Her are pretty cool, despite the Cheerio and Football team hierarchical bullshit this school has."

Puck cocked his head "You had this?"

"Yeah. It's shit. Except it doesn't help for being a murder survivor AND rather talented on the sports field…" Harry trailed off and he saw Puck wince.

"Not sure if they were after you genuinely or because you had money." It wasn't a question.

Harry nodded "That's correct. In more ways than one. Anyway let's deal with this tediousness." He replied before taking a shower. He had first match in two weeks.

As they were heading towards the Glee room, Harry this time carrying a baseball bat instead of his guitar, everyone parted from the corridors. Puck shook his head, hanging out with Harry was always interesting.

The pair entered the Glee rehearsal room to see the Guidance Counsellor, Schuester and someone else "Schuester…Miss Pillsbury, somebody who I've never met before."

"Carl Howell, Dentist."

Harry nodded and then the sign came back to him "Howell's Howling Dentures?" Carl nodded enthusiastically.

"Problem with the sign?"

"Sounds more like a band name to be honest…Anyway, why you here?"

"Dental…"

Harry stood up "I'm good."

Howell gave him a look "Really?"

Harry stared at him "Really."

Howell looked at the teen in front of him "When was the last time you slept?"

"Last night…Anyway. Why are you here?"

Howell sighed "Persistent one aren't you."

Harry smirked coldly "Got a problem with it? Otherwise I'm going to politely ask you to leave." As he said, Harry began reaching for his bat and bag.

"Harry, play nice. Miss Pillsbury brought him along." Will said.

Harry sighed "Fair enough…Now Mr. Schuester, what have you got cooked up now?"

"Rocky Horror."

Harry and Puck looked at one another in utter horror "That is not a bad idea." Harry said.

Will looked extremely hopeful "It's horrible." Puck finished as Kurt entered the room.

"Hey people. What's a horrible idea? Who's the adult? Why do you Harry have a hand on your baseball bat?"

Harry let go of the bat he was holding in a strong grip "Rocky Horror. Some doctor. Had try-outs and one of the others has my guitar."

Eventually after Emma and the Dentist left, Will brought up the idea of Rocky Horror "So what do you guys think?"

The results were mixed. Some were outraged, some were all for it. Harry merely looked resigned. "Seems I'm outvoted, lets do this. But we are NOT half-doing this."

"Harry, you're all minors…"

"You have four, sorry five. Completely forgot about Neville. Five, emancipated minors. Besides if I need to can just say I'm funding it." The group nodded and eventually they set about rehearsing for the musical.

It took them three weeks, three weeks for everything to be prepared. In the meantime the William McKinley High School Baseball Team were taking on The Leopards, the Counties best High School focusing on Baseball compared to McKinley's all-around attitude.

Glee came out to watch and were amazed at how strong Harry actually was physically.

It was the final pitch, Harry was in the box. He spun his bat and waited, the arm pitched up and the ball was sent sailing smoothly towards Harry. Harry dodged out the way, it was too slow. He wanted something faster which is what he got when the guy who evidently played Quarterback to throw.

The resounding thud of wood on leather, Harry was off. He belted to first base, round to second base. McKinley watched in anticipation. Teddy watched eyes wide the excitement as his Godfather rounded the second base. The ball was at the point of being thrown. Harry's stride lengthened and he jumped. Everyone's watched with bated breath as Harry's form sailed passed third base, hit the ground. A sickening crunch was heard, Harry rolled and sat up. "Ref…Home run?"

"Home run kid. Home run."

McKinley roared in celebration. They were winning. They still had four batters left. Harry hobbled over and waved off the medic "It's two cracked ribs…Just give me the bandages." With that Harry pulled his shirt off and too everyone's amazement and slight disgust he began to bandage himself up. As he did so Neville and Finn arrived. "Lads I need you to tighten these."

The two lads looked at Harry, shrugged "How tight?" Finn asked.

"Tighter than a virgin on her first time. Or like you've got some strength in you."

McKinley went on to win utterly destroying their opponents for the first time in twenty years.

Eventually the day of the show arrived "Mr. Schue…We really don't want to perform this live." Stated Rachel.

This was met nods and grunts of approval. Will nodded "I'm sorry guys.