I want to be free
Harry Potter/Glee X-over
HP/ Glee Female Character TBD
A/N: I'm alive people. Just taken a while now let's go
XVI: A Booze too much pt I
Harry was looking grey. It had taken a hell of a lot of fast talking and repetitive simplistic lies and alibis to be fed to Will Schuester for him to keep his job as a teacher and position as Director for the Glee Club.
Rachel had been drugged a few times to keep her from spilling anything detrimental to her parents and subsequently the School Governors. Harry had also managed to shift the idea of the now named 'Rocky Horror Glee Show' on to Carl Howell.
Carl's business had taken a knock but had managed to survive on the condition he didn't go McKinley High to deliver seminars about Dental Health any longer. "Harry…" Will began after one session of Glee Club.
Harry's housemates turned "Guys go ahead. Andy will leave Teddy with you lot…Just tell her I'm talking with Will." They nodded and headed to the car-park and took the small fleet of vehicles home.
"They've…" Will began.
"I can apparate…It's quicker…Any Will, spill. What in the hell is going on? Last I checked I haven't done anything worth being lectured about."
Will grinned "Don't you mean nothing that can be traced back to you is worth lecturing about."
Harry snorted "You know me…For now…Anyway your job is secure…Just…Use your brain and think before deciding something so risky."
Will nodded and with that Harry walked out of the club room, drop a smoke bomb and explosive pellet; two novelty mundane prank items and as they billowed up and he soundlessly apparated away. True to his words, Teddy was there with Hermione. As Harry walked in the wards increased in strength and Andy swiftly hugged Harry and apparated away. "You look awful mate. When was the last time you actually slept?" Asked Dean as he handed Harry one of his fajita.
Harry took it gleefully, sat on the couch and went to do his homework only for Hermione to have handed it to him "Done."
"I…"
Hermione grinned "Harry all you've done is have me correct your work as opposed to…" Her words trailed off.
"That fiery red-headed moron who I wish I had dropped like a sack of Nundu droppings…What is he doing? That shows how much I care if I'm only just asking." Harry commented.
"He's actually in the Auror Corps…Charged in bringing us in." Neville said.
Harry stared "He ordered that attack! That was shit."
Neville snorted "Officially that is. However, some Nott or another is completely disregarding his ideas. Unfortunately,"
"Ron's too thick to realise he's of little use in the Ministry, add the fact that he actually tried to take the limelight for some of the things we did." Hermione commented resting her head on Dean's shoulder.
Harry sighed and collapsed on the sofa with the one-year old Teddy curled up next to him. "What are you going to do?" Hermione asked.
Harry groaned as he relaxed "Nothing…If we are attacked, push back. But for now spend time with my best and loyal friends. Whilst destroying Magical Britain from the inside out just helping those who fought out."
Harry chatted played with Teddy before falling asleep on the sofa. Hermione flicked her wand and covered the godfather, godson pair in a set of blankets. "He's been running himself ragged…again. He needs this."
The weekend past quickly. Harry and Teddy had gone to the local fair on Saturday and on the Sunday; Harry had been extremely lazy and essentially created a Sunday Roast Dinner buffet with several different meats and different cuts, fresh salads, sauces and to pull out the stops loaves of homemade fluffy bread.
Finally, it was Monday, Harry and the rest of the house arrived into school with raging hangovers, but thankfully the skill not to let it show. They moved out the way as Higgins and Sylvester literally manhandled four students down the steps. "Tyrant, Head…What the fuck?"
"Four students drunk! Harry! Four students drunk! Thankfully this week is the week of Alcohol awareness." Harry nodded. He knew he was drunk, this was going to be fun.
As Dean and Seamus exchanged barbs with Sylvester, who could smell a violent Harry coming from a mile away Will showed up. "Morning Coach, judging by the fact that you're exchanging words with Dean and Seamus indicates Harry's in a murder mood?"
"Not in a murder mood. Just had less sleep than normal, he's back to Hogwarts years sleep and on the sofa…" Dean said as he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder "Not now. We have lessons and Bieste has try-outs today."
Harry nodded "Wonderful…Ready for this?" He meant the day ahead.
It past sluggishly. All the lessons it appeared were revolving around alcohol and too be fair Harry found it rather dull. Well duller than normal. Finally Glee club arrived.
"Guys, the Principle has asked us to do something concerning alcohol…Any suggestions?"
Seamus turned to Harry "You got pretty hammered Friday and started scribbling…"
"If I remember Seamus; You and Neville were right there with me. You with your Irish Car Bombs and Neville with what he called 'Monkey Brains' and 'Knee scrapings'…What about it?" Harry replied.
Seamus grinned "You wrote something…You were watching Black Sails…"
Harry paled, well Dean had found that during his sleepless nights on the holiday trip he had scribbled random songs down. All of Glee Club were looking at him.
"I fucking hate you Seamus."
Neville spoke and pulled out a flask "Here's a little thing I made…Rather Hermione and I made."
"Perform then drink it. Harry, Seamus you're up."
(Pegleg potion "Harry" "Seamus")
"Far away in a secret cove
In the land of Sgriubh-á-dubh
We hide our mighty pirate ship
From the eyes of folks like you
Aboard the good ship Matey
We brew a toxic punch
It looks a bit like gravy
And it tastes like captain crunch
Ephemeral, delectable
Entirely undetectable
You'll need a pair of spectacles
For diplomatic dog
I sail the seas of Sgriubh-á-dubh Island
So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
Always on the search for treasure
So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
Drink to the end of time
Take one part finest spirit
From Caribbean seas
Mix it up with monkey brains
And the scrapings from your knees
A dash of creme de cacao
A pint of french moonshine
Shake for 15 seconds
Prepare for drinking time
From Oregon to South Dakota
Underwater toilet quota
Driving in an old Toyota
Systematic frog
I sail the seas of Sgriubh-á-dubh Island
So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
Always on the search for treasure
So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
Drink to the end of time
I sail the seas of Sgriubh-á-dubh Island
So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
Always on the search for treasure
So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
Drink to the end of time
We'll drink to the end of time"
"What the fuck Seamus? Underwater toilet quota?" Asked Dean.
Seamus shrugged "It sounded good. Harry improvises, so I did."
The club was then assigned to find a song to prepare. Harry had flat-out refused to contribute his drunken ramblings as under a good argument they construed the idea of excessive drinking.
"Neville…What ACTUALLY is this stuff? Tastes like Captain Crunch and has the consistency of Gravy?"
Neville chuckled "I call it…Legless…I made it with you in mind Harry. I made it to stop you from going through six to eight bottles a night on your rough days."
Harry could only grin at that "Ready for a game tonight?"
Seamus looked at them "You're GMing? Hell yes…Harry, watch out for the door."
The Glee Club snickered as Harry walked, more staggered straight into the door. "Damn…I'm good. I'm good."
Hermione looked at Neville "Think we over did it?"
Neville gave her a blank look "You're his conscious and restraint." That got the Glee Club's attention.
"Then what have we been seeing?" As Mercedes curiously.
"Seeing Harry on a conceal, repress approach. It's not a secret that Harry is…temperamental." Dean said.
Finn snorted "Yeah, He deals with the Hockey Team no problem…"
"Full on sorta thing." Said Artie "Kinda cool, but damn scary. Especially the fact that he gives an impression of being slightly…"
"Psycho…yesh, I know I am. Damn Neville, my head feels worse than the time Dobby got the bludger into my arm, coupled with the fifty foot free plant." Harry said. He had been leaning against the door.
"Success?"
Harry groaned as he nodded "Yesh. Yesh I am shlightly pshyco. My flight or fight responsh is a urm, urm fight or fight. Now we done? Cosh I'm a fancying kebabs."
"It's a little after four…" Quinn said.
"Shtill good time for kebab."
With that Will snorted and he began chivvying the students out the door. Seamus grabbed Harry and escorted him to the car and bundled him into the passenger seat.
"Hey Will!" Will turned to Coach Bieste heading towards him.
"Hey."
Will turned to the large Football Coach "What is it?"
"I'm off to a local cowboy bar. Come on Will? When was the last time you went out? You've not seen anything until you've seen me in a cowboy hat."
Later on, that night, five steins and three shots in Will jumped onto a bucking bronco, followed by a punch game. For the first he lasted eight minutes, eight minutes in which he had managed to drink a stein whilst on the bronco and had spilled some over him. Then he had fallen over much to everyone's laughter. The funny thing was they cheered him when he fell and cheered him when he was getting up and drinking "Harry, would be fun here."
"Harry? Oh yes. Left Back and Winger." Bieste said slightly surprised that Will had admitted to drinking with students.
Just then the music stopped "I've just been informed by a regular here Shannon; that we have a Will Schuester with us for the first time. So welcome and give him a cheer for that…Furthermore, I've heard he wants to sing something so come on up Cowboy."
Will sighed looked at his full stein, grabbed it and surprising most people necked it. Then somehow walked in a straight line to the stage.
(One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer- Beiste and Schuester, Both)
Wanna tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said, "That don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now, next Friday come, I didn't get the rent
And out the door I went
One bourbon, one scotch and one beer!
Well, I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high, man, I'm gonna get loose
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk, don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No, I ain't seen my baby since the night before last
Gotta get a drink, man, I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high, man, I ain't had enough
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk, won't you listen right here?
I want one bourbon and one shot and one beer
One bourbon and one scotch, one beer,
One bourbon and one scotch, one beer,
(Rachel's house)
Sometime that night the wizards had turned up. With them they had brought in Harry's opinion the four important things for a booze party: Booze, Snacks, Booze and Painkillers.
They had been let in by a very intoxicated Brittney, whom Harry caught expertly and plucked her drink out of her hand. This was seen by stone sober Kurt "Harry's here!" Cheers were heard as they entered.
Santana clicked Brittney's drink in Harry's hand, the booze in Seamus's and the hammered Brittney over Harry's shoulder "One crime…don't spill beer even though American beer tastes like better quality rat poison."
No-one got home until very late the next morning.