I want to be free
Harry Potter/Glee X-over
HP/ Glee Female Character TBD
XX: Better get running
Harry stared down Dawlish, then his eyes flickered momentarily to Andromeda and Teddy. "Been a long time coming, better get running and better get ready to…DIE!" Harry finished with a raw, as a dark green almost molten black aura erupted from Harry's frame. There was a flurry of displaced as Harry vanished from his position in front of Dawlish, as the sound of breaking glass was heard.
(Finn and Puck, moments before)
Neville handed them a cricket bat and a hockey stick "You guys know what to do."
Puck nodded "Hit them, hit them hard."
"For Heaven's sake, make sure they can stand up again. One walking disaster is enough."
Dean, joined the two and together they quickly found one of the supporters. Dean's eyes narrowed "That's Abraxes Crabbe…An inbred twat but at the cost of serious intellect and wisdom granted some fucking strong magical talent…Think of him as a magical rent-a-thug, like the cheap ones you get in the beginning of videogames and comic books." The duo nodded.
"You…"
Dean sighed "I'm going to cut his throat. You hit him, I'll finish it." With that the two football players gulped. Then as quietly as church mice they crept up on their target. Dean nodded and the pair rushed forwards, Puck's strike caught the Pureblood square in the lower spine, causing him to yell in pain. Before he could reply, Finn had brought the cricket bat squarely into the head. Dean had by now closed the distance and they watched with morbid fascination as Dean put his wand to the target's throat, murmured something and with the only trace being two slightly sliced trees the man's head fell of its neck. Then the sound of broken glass was heard, accompanied by an unearthly spontaneous tremor.
"Earthquake?" Asked Finn.
Dean snorted "Harry AND he's managed to restrain his temper…"
Dean spoke to soon as forest green and black lightning crackled, erupted and snaked across the sky, and rain began to fall "Or not…Harry's…fucking gone. He's gone to sleep, time to move ladies. Time to move."
They began to run, Dean running and still accelerating; Finn and Puck decided to pick up speed and soon enough the trio were crashing into the building. "Harry's…gone…to…sleep."
(Harry)
Harry had by all recorded evidence experienced a very shit life. This was a fact. What wasn't common knowledge; due to how the Wizarding World, or rather Wizarding Britain and or Albus Dumbledore didn't want people to know was that a young witch and wizards magic mutated and warped in order to best assist said witch or wizard until they can gain proper training.
However, in an extremely well recorded document known as the 'Scamander Theory' written by the same Newton Scamander, who penned the still used 'Dangerous Beasts and where to find them' book, detailed the downsides of magical users in a rough home. They were known as Obscurials, those who reject or supress their magical abilities from psychological and or physical abuse…But if found or saved in time, it was possible for an Obscurial to become a powerful witch or wizard.
Thankfully, whilst his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin had been vile piles of shit. They hadn't beaten or traumatised Harry far enough to become an Obscurial, but they had treated him badly enough for his magic to become strong enough to treat threats and hostile actions towards with either raw defensive magic or blistering, town felling destructive magic.
Harry's eyes clouded over and rapidly darkened, apparated. He appeared behind the two aurors holding Andromeda and Teddy. "Close your eyes kid…" Were Harry's words and Teddy obeyed.
(Edward)
Edwards Remus Lupin, was an extremely sensitive child to magic. Especially that of his Godfather's, when the mantle of Godfather had settled on Harry's shoulders Edward knew deep down that his Godfather possessed exceptionally powerful and dense reserves which polarised. Edward, knew as he grew up that Harry loved him unconditionally, and strived to be not a perfect kid but one that would have his bumps, bruises and friendly misdemeanours with the law. Furthermore, he realised that in the words of Alucard 'these Aurors had gone done goofed…when they had arrested him and his grandmother'. He heard the bodies hit the floor and shortly followed by his grandma disapparating.
(Harry)
"Situation shifted. Hostages removed…Tick tock, I'm on a clock Dawlish. All of you surrender NOW!" Harry roared.
"Never." Dawlish snarled. Harry smirked and flicked his hands at the Auror and the lightning obeyed. There was nothing left of him putting it politely and lightly.
Harry discharged a wave of energy, with the intent of bludgeoning his opponents. Unfortunately for him, they had erected shields to diffuse a widespread area effect. "He's an Obscurial!" Someone shouted, only to be hit in the neck by what was effectively a brick. Neville had made his way forwards, his defensive spells were more like fortresses and he was particularly good at launching solid projectiles.
Soon enough, the remaining nine aurors, out of twelve. Andromeda had just a very old subjugation curse that essentially stitched everything bar the nose together. This was as in, hands and arms to the body etc.
However unlike last time, the fight had nearly torn up the entire street before the American Authorities arrived. This time they had arrived just as Harry pulled lightning out of the sky and it began to thrash and twitch across his body. "Harry Potter! Stand down!"
"Threats…rendered…silent." Harry grunted in exertion as he forced his power to settle down. The Aurors watched as Harry's aura flared and then settled down again.
Harry and the rest remained calm and they were portkeyed away. Leaving behind, astounded and shocked Glee students. As for Finn and Puck, they looked distinctively green around the gills. "You two okay?" It was Santana; one of the women in the Glee club that treated Harry and Edward with respect and dignity for the elder and acted like a sister for the younger.
"Dean, Harry, Hermione, Seamus…you didn't see it…Them talking about killing, it's definitely not for show." Finn said.
"For real, man. We were asked to take down that barrier thing so Harry could let loose. Dean knew the guy, we were going to be beating on. He told us to not look, we did. After we clouted him, Dean's crossed the distance…Guy's like a cat. Effortlessly, cuts his throat. I mean, like he's done it before." Puck replied. For all of his tough guy demeanour, most of it was all bluster.
Will looked at the them "Accept it. Move on. DO NOT bring it to them about it…Rachel…"
"But! They…"
Will looked at her, his eyes hardening "Leave it Rachel…Let me say, they have been through the ringer and unfortunately the ringer is not through with them."
(MACUSA Auror department)
"Well, this time it was clear we needed to intervene. Mr. Potter, We agree that your use of force whilst unneeded seems to be necessary. Unfortunately, the ICW say they want some of the trespassers to stand trial. We agree to that, but unfortunately…"
Harry sighed "Pureblood politics and bullshit. Anyway, what's going to happen to me and my friends. We're here on a Greencard and Student-Visa."
"Technically…We don't normally get Magical's moving here. So the Thumb is, we record you entering the country and as long as you don't cause too much trouble for yourselves then we'll leave you be…Honestly, you're quiet. Very quiet, aside from these spectacular outbursts, you're clean. However, everyone in the house…with the exception of your Godson is going to be mildly investigated and observed for the foreseeable future.
Harry sighed. He had a feeling that this was going to happen.
(Neville, few weeks later)
Neville, had eventually arrived in America. After spending a few weeks, see two months, of touring the United States he had stumbled across Lima, Ohio. He had been accosted by some rogue British Aurors, whilst in Pennyslvania and more specifically in the Pine Forest.
Neville grinned, he had always turned to Harry when it came to Defence and Care…Even now, those lessons were ever so useful. After using the Native Devils. He had headed to Ohio, something about Peanut Butter and Chocolate desert known as Buckeyes.
Soon enough, he was passing the local school…He did need somewhere to stay when he saw an open window and a distinctive voice 'No Berry, I don't need to talk about it.' Neville grinned, he turned and with ragged jeans, worn-boots with holes in the soles and battered rucksack he ascended the stairs.
No-one stopped him, he closed his eyes, reduced his magic and headed towards the voices. The door was ajar and then he heard the sound of music and a voice begin to sing.
(Glee Club)
The Magical's stared down the rest of the club, or rather a few members of them. Namely Rachel "Yeah…We were going to sing something but now…not sure if we feel like it." Dean snapped.
The club was so embroiled in the argument they didn't hear the door open. But they definitely heard the voice "What about a number with an old friend."
People yelped, screamed. Harry swore as he spun around and his knee went crunch distracting everyone. "Neville? What did you do when I occupied Tom."
"Killed the Snake. Your fecking orders were to kill that fecking snake…Killed the thing." Neville replied.
"Now, why was I detained for three days? I thought the Americans were allowing us in?"
"Ministry, two attacks in as many weeks…But yes. That's why. British Ministry attacked first…"
Neville shook his head "Harry's family gift kicked in…Nundu level?"
Seeing and not hearing a reply, Neville chuckled "You bunch of idiots."
"Says the one who blew up the bridge." Seamus retorted.
"And let's not go their Mr. Water-to-Rum. How many hats did you have in the end?"
It was times like these that the Glee club looked at their more eccentric members in utter astonishment, like how they could go from 'Crazy intense' to 'stupid and playful'. It was Hermione who spoke "Okay, boys…Get on the instruments. I'm singing. Neville, you're backing."
(Drunken Tuesday- Hermione, Neville)
It's funeral on Monday, It's shot in my coffee
And at the morning I woke up into the coffin
For Tuesday me gut's like roller coaster
Crowded all night, clinked glasses with rooster
Wednesday we drank the pain away
Walkin' with Johnny on Saturday
For Thursday and Friday I don't remember
So on Sunday restarted again
It's another drunken Tuesday
My mama told me not to go out
But my lads are in the brewery
So let me go (Go, Go)
Mama, let me go (Go, Go)
Let me go, walked down, walked down on the road
Coming for you (Woaho)
I went to show my respect for Johnny next Monday
I drank with the father in the chapel for god's sake
At the graveyards's gate there was Jimmy and crew:
The tavern is waitin' for you
It's another drunken Tuesday
My mama told me not to go out
But my lads are in the brewery
So let me go (Go, Go)
Mama, let me go (Go, Go)
Let me go (go, go), walked down, walked down on the road
Coming for you (Woaho)
After two long weeks the drinkin' was over
I wallowed in my bed with a fucking hangover
My mama came in with an unmoved stance
You gotta clean up your mess
It's another Drunken Tuesday!