I want to be free Chapter 17, a Harry Potter + Glee Crossover fanfic

I want to be free
Harry Potter/Glee X-over
HP/ Glee Female Character TBD

XVII: A Booze too much pt II

Harry and the Magicals rolled into school the next morning, hungover. However, they had the decency to not look it…mostly. Harry, was distinctively looking grey, something that Principle Higgins called him up on.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

Harry groaned and looked at the Principle "Peachy."

"Are you sure? You look really unwell."

Harry sighed and looked at him through haunted, bloodshot and bagged eyes "Just had some very, very bad night's sleep. Don't worry about it."

Higgins nodded dumbly and Harry left. "What did he want?"

"Wanted to check on how I was. Probably, suspected I was drunk Dean." Harry replied idly as he replaced his glasses.

Dean snorted "Which…you are…Harry, you are the most wrecked drunken mess that I have seen you in since…Cuba."

Harry grinned thinly "That was fun…Where to next?"

"How about surviving this year and Las Vegas?" Dean asked.

They turned the corner to see the Glee club looking absolutely awful. "I brought some Bloody Mary's y'all." Artie said, smugly as he held up plastic cups and a flask.

"Kidding me? Last thing I want to do now is drink some more." Replied Mercedes.

Harry and Dean had met up with two equally hammered looking Seamus and Neville. The latter was definitely thinking that he regretted going out drinking with Harry. Hermione joined them looking remarkably attractive in baggy jeans and one of Harry's battered hoodies. "Harry, we're going to Europe for Summer Holidays, get me away from the awful drinks here."

Harry nodded "You should. The Mary helps the hangover. It's known affectionately 'Hair of the Dog'." Harry said grinning as he saw them.

"That's why they're invented and for. As Harry said 'Hair of the Dog.' Hair of the Dog that done bit your ass." Artie said as the flask began to be passed around.

Hermione slipped Harry a flask "Hair of Padfoot." Harry grinned and tipped it down and then winced.

"Damn…Hermione…"

Hermione grinned impishly "Bloody Mary, for you…long on the alcohol short on practically everything else."

Harry sighed "Why didn't you whip me up Flatliner in a Flask?"

"Mainly that might…oh yeah. Next time. DO NOT Flatline challenge Glee Club." Hermione said seeing the shit eating grin on her best friend's face. The day went agonisingly slowly

Blame it on the alcohol-Artie, Puck, Mercedes, (Santana/ New Directions et al.)

Artie (with New Directions):
Blame it on the goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

Eh, she say she usually don't
But I know that she front
Cause shawty know what she want
But she don't wanna seem like she's easy

Puck (with New Directions):
I ain't saying what you won't do
But you know we probably gonna do
What you been feelin' deep
Insi-i-ide, don't li-i-ie now

Mercedes with New Directions (with Artie):
Boy what you drinking?
(Gonna let sink in)
Here for the weekend
(Thinking we can)

Mercedes:
See where we can be if we press fast forward (Santana: Ooh)
Just one more round and you're down, I know it (Santana: Ooh yeah, yeah)

Artie with New Directions (with Puck):
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your (butt what?)
You don't even care now
I was unaware how

Artie:
Fine you was before my buzz set in (Mercedes: My buzz set in)

Artie with New Directions:
Blame it on the goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the vodka (New Directions: Hey)
Blame it on the henny (New Directions: Hey)
Blame it on the blue top (New Directions: Hey)
Got you feeling dizzy (New Directions: Hey)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

Artie (New Directions):
Ooh see
She spilled some drink on me (On me)
And now I'm knowing she's tipsy (Tipsy)
She put her body on me
And she keep staring me right in my eyes
No telling what I'm gonna do (Gonna do)
Baby I would rather show you (Show you)
What you been missing in your
Li-i-i-ife when I get insi-i-i-ide

Mercedes with New Directions (with Artie):
Boy what you drinking?
(Gonna let sink in)
Here for the weekend
(Thinking we can)

Mercedes (Santana):
See where we can be if we press fast forward (Oh)
Just one more round and you're down I know it yeah (Oooh)

Artie with New Directions:
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt what?
You don't even care now
I was unaware how

Artie:
Fine you was before my buzz set in (Mercedes: My buzz set in)

Artie with New Directions (Mercedes):
Blame it on the goose, (Blame it on the goose) got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone (Alcohol)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol (Alcohol)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol (Alcohol)
Blame it on the vodka (New Directions: Hey)
Blame it on the henny (New Directions: Hey)
Blame it on the blue top (Yeah)
Got you feeling dizzy (Hey alcohol)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

Artie and Mercedes:
Now to the ballas poppin' bottles
With their henny in their cup
Screaming money ain't a thing
If you ain't throw it up

Artie (Mercedes):
In the sky (In the sky)
And hold your drinks up high (Up high)

Puck and Santana:
To my independent mamas
Who can buy their own bottles
If you looking like a model
When them broke fellas holla

Artie (Mercedes):
Tell them bye (Buh-bye)
Hold your drinks up high (High)

Artie with New Directions (Mercedes):
Blame it on the goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol (Alcohol)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol ( Alcohol)
Blame it on the vodka (New Directions: Hey)
Blame it on the henny (New Directions: Hey)

Artie and Mercedes with New Directions (New Directions):
Blame it on the blue top (Hey)
Got you feeling dizzy (Hey)

Artie with New Directions:
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

Artie and Mercedes with New Directions:
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

As the group finished, Mr. Schuester began clapping enthusiastically. "Guys, that was brilliant. I know you always bring it with the singing and the dancing, this time I was impressed by the acting. I thought you were generally drunk…But I don't think that's the song though."

"Tik Tok?" Britney asked and after fifteen minutes of pleading and begging, Schuester relented.

They had three days to prepare for the assembly. However, the day of the assembly arrived.

All of Glee Club were a wreck. "Guys, I'm scared." Britney said as they waited backstage. Harry and the rest nodded, although Harry was grinning. Rachel spoke up "Don't worry my fellows. There is a tradition…"

"In the West End or Broadway for actors to knock back a shot of whiskey before performing and don't mention The Play…Furthermore, Rachel please say you've got something." Neville asked as he pulled a water bottle with red lines interspersed throughout, accompying it was a bottle of tobasco sauce.

"Sambuca, Tobasco, Tequila, Tobasco, Vodka. Throughout. I made one for all of us." Neville said handing the bottles to Harry. "

You…might actually kill me Nev." Harry said grinning "…What did I ever do to you to deserve this?"

"I don't know? Staged your death, almost got me toasted by the Sorting Hat, had to decapitate a snake YOU, said you had a handle on….Revenge sucks Haz."

Harry grinned "This is why I love you guys so much…Now for my next trick a bottle of Tobasco sauce."

Glee watched as Harry, tipped the sauce down his throat. Harry winced as it burnt its way down "Okay…that was surprisingly pleasant, love the after taste."

"It acts as a coolant…As the potency of the alcohol's gonna burn your throat and vocal chords." Chimed Hermione.

Harry nodded and tipped his drink back as Glee tipped their own drinks back. "Now, performing Tik and Tok by Ke-Dollar-Sign-Ha the New Directions."

"Britney, when in doubt wing it, like you own it." Harry said as everyone took their positions.

Brittany (Artie)
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P. Diddy (Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go!)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back
I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes
Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones, phones
Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs
Pullin' up to the parties
Tryin' to get a little bit tipsy

New Directions
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tik tok on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Woah-oh oh oh, Woah-oh oh oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tik tok on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Woah-oh oh oh, Woah-oh oh oh

Brittany
Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
Now, the dudes are lining up, 'cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talking about e'rybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he gettin' too drunk, drunk
Now, now, we goin' 'til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down, po-po shut us down

Brittany (Mercedes)
You build me up, you break me down
My heart, it pounds, yeah, you've got me
With my hands up, you've got me now
You got that sound, yeah, you've got me (Ohhh)
You build me up, you break me down (You break me down)
My heart, it pounds, yeah, you've got me (Oh, ohhh)
With my hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up (Put your hands up!)
Now, the party don't start until I walk in

Then as normal, the wheels fell off. Britney turned green, Harry moved backwards, slipped and there was a sickening pop. Suddenly, Harry got to his feet as Britney vomited. Harry swore as his foot went out from under him and he hit the floor with a thump covered in Britney's and then literally just after that Santana's blue vomit.

"Harry? You okay?" Hermione asked sliding over to her best friend before pulling him up, ignoring the vomit.

"Everyone, drink responsibly…Just need my brace. Damn, you Tom." Harry stated before Puck and Neville hopped him out of the assembly.

The rest of the New Directions followed "We are so dead." Several people said. Seamus merely grinned.

"Harry'll get us out of this. He's gotten out of worse."