A/n: Guys, update! just don't tell my mom.

I want you to know that I'm as serious as a heart attack (the medical kind not the Demi Lovato kind) when I say that Kurt's parents are Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange, it is in the title (A Strange, LeStrange, I thought I was being smart). I will kind of explain all the clues I've been dropping since the first chapter (that I can remember) in this chapter, the minibits at the beginning of each 'book' will be explained as the fic progresses.

I realised it wasn't as obvious as I thought it was because I already knew so every little crack in the mystery seemed to give it away to me.

Kurt nodded his head slowly, "I'm almost certain that questioning me on the grounds of parents I've never met is a stupid idea." Kurt chuckled, bringing up a hand to cover his mouth as he did- trying to maintain a semblance of respect for his Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, "that aside, you're going to have to forgive me for not believing you but I've been down this road before, twice before and it gets old pretty quickly."

"So you were feigning ignorance," Professor Moody's tone was more accusatory than curious.

"Not at all," Kurt pulled himself toward himself and managed to stop laughing, "This theory is new, I've never even heard of these people. I think that is a very refreshing departure from only being accused of being the offspring of the more prominent masters of evil. But why should I believe you?"

Professor Moody raised a curious brow, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you're not the first person to take a stab at my paternity but you're the first to be bold enough to bring your suspicions to me," Kurt pursed his lips and raised a curious brow, "but what evidence do you have to substantiate your claim?"

"I learned it from the horse's mouth herself," Professor Moody chortled, "I'm the one that caught the LeStrange lot and I was given the pleasure of an interrogation."

"Oh, yes," Kurt nodded patronizingly, "And the horse just spilled its guts."

"Are you not familiar with the boastful nature of Madame LeStrange?"

"Having never been introduced," Kurt gave the man a sly grin, "unfortunately not."

"So, you've never heard of the atrocities committed by Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange?" the former Auror's tone was riddled with disbelief.

"I'm fourteen," Kurt pointed out, "if they were convicted for their titles and actions as Death Eaters then it happened when I was a toddler at best, they didn't report it on the BBC so it's not the kind of thing I would just know."

"What's a BBC?"

"British Broadcasting Corporation," Kurt barely held back the condescending eye roll he would have given if the same question had come from one of his friends, "It's a television station."

"What if I said I don't believe you?"

Kurt gave a small smile, he once more had to curb his condescending nature, "I'm not sure I'd care. You're not employed to believe me, you're employed to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Professor Moody was seething, "You insolent little-"

"I'm not done," Kurt raised a silencing finger, "I'm going to say this once and I hope it is received in the manner in which it is intended, I don't care for the manner in which you have conducted yourself." Kurt took a deep steadying breath, "How dare you accuse me of being a problematic student! Who the hell do you think you are coming into my school and pretending to know more about me than I do? What was the point of this exercise? What have you achieved?"

"You listen to me-"

"No," Kurt's finger shot up to silence the man once more, "you listen to me, I'm going to pay you three courtesies today; I'm going to answer whatever relevant questions you may have for me, I'm not going to bring this meeting with any of your superiors, and during our next lesson I will pretend that I haven't lost all respect for you." Kurt pulled out a cigarette and lit it as the man watched on in awe, "Am I going to have to ask the questions too?"

Professor Moody's curiosity was piqued, "be my guest."

Kurt took a long drag of his cigarette and rolled his eyes, "Do I have any experience with Dark Magic? Yes, I read. Was I familiar with the unforgivable curses before today's lesson? Yes, I read. Do I harbour any resentment or prejudice against muggleborn students or any other demographic? No, I consider myself one of them." This answer seemed to throw Professor Moody for a loop, "my brother and best friend are muggleborns, and I was raised by muggles so it seems only fitting I would identify as such." Kurt pursed his lips in appreciation of the drama he was bringing to the moment, "Given the upcoming Tri-Wizard tournament, you might ask if I have any intentions of entering."

Kurt paused, taking a leisurely drag from the cigarette, playing on the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's impatience, "And do you?"

"I have no need for the eternal glory that it offers," Kurt chuckled mockingly, "I'm one of the youngest Masters of the Order of the White Lotus of all time, the youngest living one at least. No, I have no interest in being selected for a magical pissing contest."

"You have no interest? You speak as if you would automatically be chosen if you entered?" Professor Moody quirked a brow, "is there a flaw in the system we should know about?"

"It picks the person who is most worthy from each school, nobody at Hogwarts is more worthy than I am," Kurt smiled, "Hermione would be second and Cedric third simply because I chose him for that spot, in order for somebody to get picked they'd have to create league division if we were to enter because I'd obviously get picked; it would be like I was the only person from this school who entered."

"Unfortunately for you and your little fantasy," Professor Moody gave a lopsided grin and a twitch of his tongue, "the tournament is going to be closed to under aged wizards, in a case like that would you know how to enter?"

"Wait," Kurt furrowed his brow, "They're hosting an event at a school that about eighty percent of the student body will be too young to participate in? That doesn't sound particularly bright, how do they intend to keep people out when you could just ask an older friend to put your name into the Goblet of Fire for you."

"Seems you've given this tournament a fair bit of thought," Professor Moody gave him a suspicious glare.

"I give everything a considerable amount of thought," Kurt pulled out his compact and admired himself, "figuring this all out was rather simple once I'd read up on the tournament. I have no interest in entering nor do I have any interest in helping anyone enter because the only idiots who would be brave enough to ask me for help, don't have what it takes to survive."

"More potential problem students?"

"Just idiots who would die in the first task," Kurt shrugged, "not for lack of skill but rather lack of preparation, competent wizards have died in this tournament."

"I see," Professor Moody nodded, "And who might these people be?"

"Wouldn't you love to know?" Kurt gave a coy smile and got to his feet, "I have an appointment with my boyfriend that I should be getting to, let's not do this ever again."

"And what of your parents?" Professor Moody pushed the boundary as Kurt was headed toward the door, "I was told it was quite the source of curiosity for you."

Kurt's face turned to stone, "They clearly had no interest in me, as such I no longer have any interest in them."

~0~

"Kurt?" Hermione's voice echoed around the deserted hall of records, the dust on the shelves quaked with each syllable she spoke, "Kurt are you in here?"

"Near the back," Kurt's voice didn't carry as much as Hermione's did but the desired effect was achieved.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione came to kneel beside him, carefully navigating the spread of open tomes on the floor around Kurt.

"Research," Kurt removed his spectacles and looked up at his best friend with a small smile, "I had to look up some history."

"Kurt, it's like the second week back," Hermione furrowed her brow in concern, "You can't possible have started playing Nancy Drew, and I don't think it could possibly have escalated to the point of you needing to cut Astronomy."

"I didn't cut, I was excused," Kurt got to his feet and pulled Hermione up straight with him, "I was excused by Professor Moody when he excused Neville."

"For what reason," Hermione scolded curiously.

"Because he emotionally distressed me as well," Kurt rolled his eyes, "I needed some time."

"Why?" Hermione glared curiously at him, "what did you so desperately need to research? What would make you feign emotional distress?"

"I'm not emotionally distressed so I can do some research," Kurt took a deep breath, "I'm doing research because I'm emotionally distressed, Professor Moody claims to know who my biological parents are and I didn't like what he had to say."

"How would Professor Moody even know who you are, let alone who your parents are?" Hermione furrowed her brow, "You were given up as a new born; even if he saw you as a baby, how would he recognise you now?"

"He does have the magical eye thing going for him," Kurt shrugged, "if it can see out the back of his head than why not have some detec- Actually no, I can't justify it." Kurt took a deep steadying breath, "I know Professor Dumbledore trusts him in spite of his eccentricities so I thought maybe if I had a gander at the permanent records of my alleged parents then I would have a better idea."

"And?"

"Shit is lining up," Kurt picked up one of the open tomes, "Who does this sound like, 'she is a bright and talented young student who has displayed great skill in Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions. She is general pleasant to be around when one can overlook her arrogance…' It goes on but that sounds just like me." Kurt cackled manically as he tried to preserve his sanity, "Professor Flitwick mentioned that the last student to show as much promise as I did considered herself a god amongst men, your teachers are reluctant to mention you by name when you're a convicted death eater."

"Convicted death eater?" Hermione's eyes shot wide open, "who are these people."

"Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange," Kurt chuckled, "which explains why Professor Binns calls me Ruddy, I must remind him so much of Rudolphus LeStrange; 'An aloof yet short tempered young man'."

"This could all be coincidence," Hermione shook her head in disbelief, "last year you looked just like a member of House Black and now this stuff is just convenient."

"Oh, you mean the House Black that Bellatrix is a direct descendant of?" Kurt held back a laugh, he feared he was starting to sound crazy, "Yes, she was Bellatrix Black before she was married. Sister to Narcissa and Andromeda Black; there's a whole line of House Black students dating back centuries that were all in Slytherin, aside from Sirius, just like me."

"Okay," Hermione cracked her neck in preparation for hard work, "let's see what the facts are before we make any hasty decisions."

"I started out by finding something with a picture," Kurt held up the preserved newspaper clipping, "it's their wedding announcement."

"That is one attractive couple," Hermione looked from the picture to Kurt, "And you did mention that your hair curls wildly when left untamed, I'll admit resemblance into evidence."

"Bellatrix Black was an over achiever, she got ten outstanding passes in her OWLs and seven outstanding passes in her NEWTs," Kurt presented Hermione with a tome that had Bellatrix's school records, "She was also a prefect, Head Girl and captain of the Slytherin quidditch team." Kurt picked up another tome, "Rudolphus was less impressive as a student but still managed to shine in all his practical subjects, and as a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team."

Hermione gasped loudly, "Wait, let's go back to the article." She held it out to Kurt, "do you recognise those people in the background?"

"There's a caption," Kurt rolled his eyes, "it's her sister Narcissa and her mother Druella."

"But it looks like Draco's mother and grandmother," Hermione, chuckled loudly, "I recognise them from the world cup." Hermione was vibrating as she guffawed loudly, "if this is true then you're related to Draco Malfoy, you're like cousins or something."

"Oh my god," Kurt rubbed his temples in disbelief, "that's worse than being the child of convicted death eaters." Sudden realisation dawned on Kurt, "That would explain why Draco's mother looked like she'd seen a ghost the first time she saw me at Flourish and Blotts, she recognised me. It makes sense if she recognises me, if your sister has a boy child on a certain date and you see a boy who's the same age that child would be and who looks similar to your sister, something inside you will join the dots."

"Especially when one considers that there aren't that many wizards born at height of the wizarding war running around," Hermione nodded slow realisation, "our year has the lowest enrolment in centuries."

"Speaking of class enrolment," Kurt held up a tome that was currently filling itself in, "When my name went into the Hogwarts registry, it didn't mark me as needing integrational assistance."

"What the hell is integrational assistance?" Hermione rolled her eyes, probably at her friend's use of jargon he didn't understand, "do you even know what that is?"

"No, but it's only marked next to muggle born students and Harry Potter, who has his put in by hand," Kurt pointed out, "I think it's how we had teachers show us the ropes when we went shopping and such."

"Yes," Hermione nodded as she spoke "but you had Professor McGonagall."

"I also live with Finn who is marked for integrational assistance," Kurt pointed out, "Which explains why Professor McGonagall would know that my parents were wizards without knowing who they were."

"This is a lot to take in and it's not even happening to me," Hermione took a deep steadying breath, "the more we look into this the more it starts to sound like the truth."

"Fuck," Kurt groaned, "If this is true…" Kurt's sides began to hurt as he tried to pull himself out of existence, "then I need to talk to Neville."

"You need to what?" Hermione raised a curious brow.

"The most recent piece of information pertaining to Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange was an article by Rita Skeeter," Kurt handed it to Hermione, "it's about their trial and subsequent arrest for the torture and permanent incapacitation of-"

"Neville's parents," Hermione completed the sentence for him, "that's why he was so bothered by the cruciatus curse."

"He has to hear about this from me," Kurt nodded, "another might skew the facts and I really don't need the extra drama caused by some people I've never even met."

"Yeah," Hermione smiled broadly and hugged him close, "this doesn't change anything, you're the same person and Neville knows that. You don't have anything to do with these people other than possibly sharing some DNA with them; you're a good man Kurt Elizabeth Hummel and an even better friend, Neville won't need convincing of that." She held him at arm's length but her smile didn't falter, "Harry and Ron on the other hand might need reminding that you're the best."

~0~

Kurt grabbed Neville as the boy was leaving the Gryffindor Common room for breakfast, "Honey, we need to talk."

"Good morning Kurt," Neville smiled as Kurt led him up the grand staircase, "Where are we going?"

"Astronomy tower," Kurt gave a weak smile, "it's a beautiful morning and the grounds will look spectacular from that elevation. The privacy is a bonus."

"I can't fight that logic," Neville chuckled as the ascended the tower stairs, "Or is it that I can't fight your logic?"

"I'm sure it's the latter," Kurt couldn't help laughing as well, Neville was surprisingly contagious in that aspect. There was a gentle autumn breeze blowing through the top of the astronomy tower and the panoramic view was just as he'd expected it to be, awe inspiring.

Neville ran up to the railing and leaned over the edge, "it's a beautiful place to begin the day."

"I concur," Kurt nodded sternly.

"You wanted to talk to me about something," Neville turned to him and Kurt fidgeted under his gaze.

"It's about yesterday's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson," Kurt's tone was neutral, he didn't want to taint the confession with guilt or overfamiliarity, "I know why you were so bothered by the cruciatus curse, I know about your parents."

Neville swallowed a lump, "How did you-"

"I know because I recently became aware of the fact that the people who did it might be my parents," Kurt took a deep breath as Neville became shrouded in confusion, "I'm the son of Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange, the Nephew of Rebastan LeStrange, and- I don't think I'm related to the fourth guy but you get the gist." Neville stood unmoving in stunned silence, "I found out about the possibility yesterday and by the time it became a near certainty it was too late for me to find you and explain."

Neville took a deep breath, "don't speak." Kurt's heart dropped, "I don't know what you think this means but for the first time I can confidently say that you're wrong." Neville pulled Kurt into a tight hug, "I love you like I raised you, I don't think that'll soon change."

"Oh, Neville," Kurt sniffed loudly, "That whole thing we did of each loving other like we raised them is just awkward now, you grew up without your parents because of my potential biological parents."

"If I can hate you for that then you should hate me too," Neville argued as wiped away Kurt's tears, "you possibly grew up without your biological parents because they were in Azkaban for reasons relating to my parents."

Kurt chuckled, "that's silly."

"You're silly," Neville countered, "you taught me occlumency and essentially how to think, I'm like in your debt forever."

"About that…" Kurt took a step back, "I didn't teach you occlumency, I just called it that so it sounded more magical. Occlumency is a real thing it just isn't what I said it was, I taught you Thought Journey which is a muggle memory exercise."

"Wait," Neville shook his head in disbelief, "then what is occlumency?"

"Occlumency is the exercise of magically protecting your mind from penetration," Kurt explained with a shrug.

"Then what about all the research you did?" Neville gawked at him.

"Pretence," Kurt smiled, "It was Hermione's idea that if we planted the idea in everyone's head that we were doing something magical then you'd believe it more."

"Deceptive but brilliantly so," Neville nodded his head in time with his words, "I'm impressed, disappointed that I'm not magically smart but impressed none the less."

~0~

"Harry, wake up," Kurt whispered as he shook Harry awake, "We need to talk."

"Kurt?" Harry sat up straight as a pin, "What are you doing here?"

"Which part of 'we need to talk' is difficult for you to understand?" Kurt quirked an expectant brow, "Boys, can we have the room."

"Kurt? Kurt Hummel?" Dean wiped the sleep from his eyes, "how did he get in here?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Don't question it."

"Well, why are you here so bloody early?" Seamus's irritation seemed to be exacerbated on Kurt's ears by the boy's strong Irish accent, "Can I bloody question that?"

"It won't do you any good," a sleepily trudging Ron yawned loudly, "just do it so we can sleep after he's gone."

Neville assisted Ron in dragging an angry Seamus out of the room, Kurt smiled in satisfaction, "this dorm is so quaint."

"Kurt, I'm sure you're not here at five-thirty to talk about interior design," Harry gave an exhausted yawn, "how can I help you?"

"You can tell me what the hell this is," Kurt threw a piece of paper on Harry's bed.

"Looks like a piece of parchment to me," Harry shrugged, Kurt picked up the copy of The Standard Book of Spells: Chapter 4 that sat discarded on the end table and beat his friend over the back of the head with it, "Ouch, I'm sorry."

"And it's embossed thirty-two pound bond linen paper," Kurt explained as Harry read the letter, "From Oma's personal stationary."

"This looks like very detailed instructions on how to use a cond-" Harry's eyes grew wide and he dropped the letter as if it had burned him, "oh God, is that letter from your grandmother?"

"Wrong page," Kurt gave a polite smile as he exchanged the page for another, "but I want you to keep in mind that my grandmother is the best."

Harry was more careful when reading this page, "Hope you have fun… something permanently scarring… oh yes, I suppose this is the part that's intended for me." Harry cleared his throat, "John Doe informs me of his desire to leave the farm and return to England to tend to Harry's needs, I thought I might bring it up."

Kurt leaned in close and put on his scariest expression, "Now, unless you've decided to start fucking your Godfather; you don't have a need that I can't satisfy." Kurt's voice was now a low intimidating rumble, "Before our little share-fest I want you to know that you're going to make this go away or I'll have 'Pa chain Sirius Black to a milking machine and break both his legs so he can't go anywhere. Now tell me, what are your needs?"

"You're really frightening me," Harry whispered, "I don't know if it's the voice, the fact that you can enter my sleeping quarters at will, or the grotesque thoughts in your head. The worst part is that I'm a little turned on by it."

"As would be expected," Kurt took his exposition in stride, "now, tell me."

"My scar's been hurting," Harry whispered, "I mentioned it in a letter."

"And you still believe that it hurts when there's danger looming on the horizon," Kurt rolled his eyes, "there's something else."

Harry scrunched up his nose, "I might have also had a dream…"

"Okay, you can save that for Oprah," Kurt got to his feet and took a step back from the boy.

"Not that kind of dream," Harry chuckled, "it was a dream about… Voldemort, Wormtail and some other man."

"And you're sure it wasn't a sexy dream?" Kurt eyed him suspiciously.

"Unlike with Ron," Harry chuckled, "Wormtail isn't invited to my sexy dreams."

"And Voldemort is?" Kurt couldn't remove the concern from his voice.

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" Kurt teased, "Do I really?"

"Anyway," Harry rolled his eyes, "I thought the whole thing meant bad business."

"And you didn't tell the smartest or the most powerful people you know?" Kurt raised a condescending brow, "you decided that a criminal on the run was your best line of defence?"

"In retrospect-" Harry trailed off, "you know you have a real talent for making people feel stupid."

"I do know," Kurt smiled sweetly, "Venir." A bottle of disinfectant and some cotton wool appeared in Kurt's hands, "I have a solution."

"What's that for?" Harry asked as Kurt moistened the cotton wool with the clean smelling liquid.

"I think you might have an infection in that open wound of yours," Kurt moved closer, "summer is a very dirty time and it would explain the night sweats."

"How do you know about the night sweats?" Harry furrowed his brow, "you haven't been watching me sleep, have you?"

"No, I haven't been watching you sleep," Kurt rolled his eyes and scoffed, "look at your sheets."

"Oh," Harry nodded his understanding, "right."

"Yes, right," Kurt nodded in sync, "this might sting." Kurt swiped the area around the wound and then gently dabbed the cut, he felt a sharp pain on his index finger and recoiled with a loud gasp, "I think your scar just bit me!"

"What happened to it being a gash?" Harry shrugged with a chuckle.

"Whatever the fuck it is, it just bit me," Kurt showed the boy his bleeding finger, "wounds generally don't bite people, no matter how infected they are."

"How many of those non biting wounds were the result of the darkest magic ever?" Harry quirked a brow.

Kurt scoffed, "hardly the darkest but I get your point."

"What's darker than murder?" Harry leaned away cautiously.

"There are darker ways of doing it," Kurt shrugged nonchalantly, "I have to go to the library."

"Be sure to change out of your exercise clothes first," Harry gave Kurt a lopsided grin, "I don't think Cedric will be able take the competition once people see you like that."

Kurt looked down at his singlet and rolled his eyes, "then he'd die if he found out that on Wednesdays I exercise in a leotard."

~0~

Kurt sat reading at the Slytherin table during the opening feast of the Triwizard Tournament, he had spent every moment since his meeting with Harry combing over every Dark Arts book they had in the library and that he owned for wounds that didn't heal but it was to no avail at this point. There was plenty of mention of curses that left unhealable wounds but those circumstances were unique to that particular curse and there was nothing on the killing curse other than that it left the dead in a perfect state of health other than their unfortunate demise. Kurt viewed modern dark arts as double edged sword, he was glad that people no longer used the more grotesque stuff he had read about in the Machu Picchu library but he also felt like the dark arts were no longer an art form; Kurt had read about a curse that made it's victim haemorrhage to death and felt that was miles more artistic than the killing curse.

The great hall had been arranged in six long tables as opposed to four, Kurt knew that Hogwarts had a greater enrolment than both schools but he hadn't imagined it was greater than both schools combined and not to this extent. Above each table hung the individual house, or school in the case of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, monogram. The night sky above had been cleared so the stars could shine brightly down on them and the general atmosphere reminded Kurt of the celebration feast they had after the end of the Chamber of Secrets debacle, it made Kurt feel like he should be rewarded for his excellence once more but he knew that wouldn't be the case.

Professor Dumbledore stepped up to his podium and the brass owl opened its wings, "Students of Hogwarts, join me in welcoming the first of our guests. I present to you, hailing from France, the students and staff of Beauxbatons Academy and their Headmistress Madame Maxine."

The large doors at the back of the Great Hall swung open and through it came a single file line of girls dressed in powder blue tunics and matching Phrygian caps, the girls appeared to be arranged in perfect height order and it was aesthetically pleasing to watch. About halfway down the middle of the path, the first girl let out an exhilarated sigh and the line split into two; each alternating girl going off one way and the next, the other. The girls danced about as they made their way around the front to their seats, as they moved they performed a variation of the avifors enchantment that produced blue butterflies instead of hummingbirds. The last of the girls had entered and she was followed by the staff, of which Kurt recognised Madame Sabine. The last person to enter as part of the Beauxbatons procession was a woman dressed in a black coat with a feather collar as large as Hagrid, her look was intense but no less beautiful to behold; she sashayed to the front of the great hall and received a kiss on the hand from Professor Dumbledore, whom she dwarfed.

"And now I present, hailing from Northern Scandinavia," Professor Dumbledore announced, "The students and staff of Durmstrang and their Headmaster Igor Karkarof."

The Durmstrang students walked in two straight lines; each young man wore a pair of tan slacks and matching shirt in a manner that reminded Kurt of a military uniform from a movie, a red fur lined cape and topped their uniform with a fur pileus. As they walked, they drummed a steady beat in time with their steps with their walking stick, as they did so Kurt noticed that they were creating sparks on contact with the floor. The younger students took their seat while a group of older students stood in the aisle, they all lifted their walking sticks and created an arch of fire; from it emerged a vaguely familiar student flanked by the staff who wore similar uniforms. The last person to emerge from the tunnel of flames was dressed in white militantesque robes with a long pointed goatee who greeted Professor Dumbledore with a hug and a kiss on each cheek as the tunnel of flames transformed into a large winged beast before disappearing in a flash of embers.

Kurt tuned into the whispers and they served to jog his memory; the vaguely familiar student had been the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum, he had been reminded by Millicent Bulstrode's proclamation that she would allow him to do things with her body- Kurt had vomited in his mouth a little. Kurt was distracted from the Slytherin girls discussion of how may worthy suitors there were amongst the Durmstrang staff by a smile and wink from across the dinning, Kurt smiled back.

"Warmest of welcomes to our guests. Now, the Goblet of Fire," Professor Dumbledore's words ushered in a large gold box that levitated down the centre aisle, Professor Dumbledore touched the golden box and it began to transform into a tall pedestal, from it came a large golden chalice with blue flames burning out the brim, "So long as this flame burns, the Triwizard Tournament is in play. Here to explain the rules are ministry officials and tournament judges Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman, before I pass the baton on to them I have one final announcement. As part of the intercultural experience that the tournament is based on, each student will be required to part take in subject exchange program; Beauxbatons will be offering the other schools an opportunity to experience Civics, Durmstrang will be offering Dark Arts and Hogwarts, Defence Against the Dark Arts." Kurt was intrigued by the prospect of both Dark Arts and Civics, "Over to you gentleman."

"Good Evening," Ludo Bagman raised his hands above his head like a rock star as he spoke, "it's great to be here and to be bringing such a legendary event to my Alma Mata feels even better."

"We are here this evening to inform you of the rules of the Triwizard tournament," Mr Crouch was a lot more subdued and reserved than Mr Bagman, who was smirking at no one in particular, "Firstly, that the Goblet of Fire is a magically binding contract from which nobody's name can be expunged. Secondly, that one student will be picked by the Goblet of Fire as the most worthy to represent their school from amongst the entrants. Finally, it has been decided by the Ministry for Magic that due to the dangerous nature of the competition, only students over the age of seventeen will be allowed to enter."

There were protest all around the hall, almost exclusively from Hogwarts students. Professor Dumbledore put an end to all that with a call for silence, the pair of ministry officials bowed and took their leave. Professor Dumbledore announced the beginning of the evening's feast with the added implication of giving Kurt the freedom to moved, he jumped out of his seat and navigated around to the Gryffindor long table, grabbed Hermione on his way over to nearer the Ravenclaw long table to where the Beauxbatons students were seated.

Kurt politely tapped the dark haired girl on the shoulder, "Good Evening Aunty Snix and welcome to Hogwarts."

Santana turned around with eyes wide open, "Grandma, Braceface!" She jumped out of her seat and pulled them into a tight hug, "it has been too long since I last saw you two, look at how you've grown."

"And you?" Hermione made sure to flash her brace free smile at the girl, "You're practically a young woman now."

"Do you remember what that used to be like Grandma?" Santana teased as she flung her arms over each of their shoulders, "Being a young woman?"

"It was so long ago," Kurt giggled, "surely the people have forgotten."

"What I want to do right at this very moment, before I settle in or eat anything," Santana took a deep breath and smiled brightly, "is meet Kurt's imaginary boyfriend that I've heard so much about."

"Why is Cedric imaginary?" Kurt squealed defensively.

"He's handsome, tall, charming and intelligent," Santana shook her head in disbelief, "If such a man exists then I might consider switching to men."

"He also showers Kurt with compliments and worships the ground he walks on," Hermione added with a giggle as they strolled around the long tables.

"I had that before I had a boyfriend," Kurt pursed his lips triumphantly.

"Oh yes," Santana chuckled, "your one man fan club, point him out."

"I'll have you know that my fan club's numbers have grown considerably in the new academic year," Kurt scolded as he not so subtly pointed out Goyle.

"You're so out of his league," Santana chuckled.

"Oh, don't think Kurt hasn't told him this," Hermione laughed loudly, "Kurt once called him repugnant in front of the entire student body."

"That was a misunderstanding," Kurt fixed an imaginary stray hair, "Santana Lopez, I want you to meet Cedric Diggory; my perfect boyfriend." Cedric turned in his seat with a large inviting smile at the sound of Kurt's voice, "Cedric, this is Santana; she's a bitch like me." The two exchanged pleasantries, "And you remember the founding member of my fan club, Finn."

"Oh yes," Santana nodded slowly, "your brother."

"Now," Hermione gave a small smile as they moved across to the Gryffindor long table, "Slightly more interesting people."

"Only because you already know the best," Kurt added with a friendly nudge in Hermione's side.

"Admetus," Santana grabbed Neville by the shoulders, "It's been a minute, you still terrified of Kurt?"

"Mortified," Neville smiled broadly, "Meet Harry, Ginny, Luna and that's Kurt's Ron."

"You have a Ron?" Santana raised a curious brow.

"Kurt shook his head, "that's not mine."

The Return of Snix (one of my favourite characters), it was bound to happen.

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