Chapter Three: Red Vine Envy

Schuester took his seat up at the Professors' table, next to a fierce looking woman in red robes with two white stripes one each arm.

"Who is that woman next to Professor Schue?" Kurt asked one of the red headed twins across from him.

"Her? That's Couch Sylvester. Watch out for her. She's head of the Slytherin house and in charge of the Cheerios, the cheerleaders. Although they rarely ever actually cheer for the Quidditch teams."

"She actually looks like a witch," Kurt looked as the woman argued with Professor Schuester.

The red head laughed, "From that comment I'm guessing, muggleborn?"

"Me? No actually, my mom had magic, but I was raised by my dad after she died and I never knew about magic until now. I'm Kurt by the way."

"I'm Fred," he pointed to his twin, "and that's George."

"Nice to meet you," Kurt smiled, shaking each of their hands in turn.

Their conversation ended as a very old man got up from his seat, drawing all attention to himself. He had a very long beard, which was completely silvery white. "Welcome to another magical year at Hogwarts, and a very special welcome to my favorite student, Harry Potter!" He looked up and down Gryffindor table, "where's Harry?"

A lanky man with greasy black hair whispered something in his ear.

"Well go find him then, and Mr. Weasley too, he seems to also be missing. Now where was…"

"Professor Dumbledore, sir. I wasn't sorted," a little red headed freshman said tentatively.

"Miss Ginny, you're a Weasley. We gave up on sorting your family years ago. Go to Gryffindor like your brothers."

She nodded shyly, scurrying of to sit between Fred and George. There was most defiantly a family resemblance between the three; for one thing they all had red hair and freckles.

"Is he a bit crazy?" Blaine whispered to George.

"Completely," Fred said.

"Bonkers," George said.

Blaine nodded and everyone turned back to Dumbledore.

"I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, and I would like to go over just a few rules. The first rule, never ever call me Albus."

The new students laughed uncertainly, thinking it was a joke. The teachers and older students knew better.

"Second, don't go in the Forbidden Forest, it's forbidden for a reason. I'm talking to you, Fred and George Weasley."

Fred and George high-fived.

"Third, the swimming pool is for teacher use only. And that's about it," Dumbledore started to sit down but stood back up when prompted by Schuester clearing his throat, "Oh and Professor Schue is starting a Glee Club, if you like having slushie spells thrown in your face."

He sat back down, taking up his knife and fork just as food appeared on the table.

Everyone dug in as pizzas, steaming fries, and breaded chicken strips appeared on the table. Kurt reached for the punch bowl.

Fred stopped him, "Oh you don't want that, it probably has Squirt in it. Only Harry likes Squirt."

"You mean Harry Potter?" Blaine asked, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza, "as in the Harry Potter! You know him?"

"Yeah he's best friends with our little brother Ron. Who knows where they got to… oh wait, there they are."

Two boys had just entered the Great Hall. One had black hair; the other was another redheaded Weasley. They both looked like they had been dragged through a hedge backward. Which Kurt soon found out wasn't far from the truth.

"That damn Whomping Willow tried to kill us!" Ron announced as he sat down next to a curly haired girl.

"What did you do to that poor old tree?" the girl asked as Harry sat down on her other side.

"The Whomping Willow is not a 'poor little tree', Hermione. It's a monster disguised as a tree."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt, but what is the Whomping Willow?" Kurt asked.

"It's this grand tree near the Forbidden Forest, it's very old and it's enchanted," Hermione explained.

"Enchanted," Ron scoffed, "more like demented! It destroyed my dad's car… and my wand! Look at what it did to my wand!" He held up a pitiful excuse for a wand that was almost broken in half, held together by the thin white unicorn hair at its core.

"That thing has had it," Mercedes flicked one end of the wand making it swing.

"I know it… wait… who are you?"

"Mercedes, I'm new."

"And I'm Blaine, I'm new too."

"Kurt."

Ron nodded.

Harry took the wand from his, looking at it through his broken glasses. "Hermione can you fix it, your good with spells and stuff like that."

Hermione shook her head, making her mane of frizzy hair swing back and forth, "No but I can fix your glasses." She pointed her wand at Harry's face, "Oculus Reparo!" The glasses fixed, the cracks on the glass smoothing over and the nose band straightening.

"Wow, thanks Hermione! Hey I can see everyone now, that's totally awesome!"

"Want a red vine?" Blaine passed the red vines to Harry.

Harry and Ron's eyes widened. Hermione sighed, facepalming.

"Favorite Amy Mann song?" Ron asked.

"Red Vines." Blaine answered.

Harry smiled, "Favorite color of vines other than green?"

"Red Vines."

"Favorite way to say red wines in a German accent?"

"Red Vines!"

"OH MY GOD!" Harry and Ron shouted, attracting the attention of the students from other tables, "You are totally awesome," Harry said "what did you say your name was?"

"Blaine."

"Come sit over here Blaine! Go sit with Kurt, Hermione." Ron unceremoniously pushed Hermione out of her seat, making room for Blaine who happily took the spot.

"What was that all about?" Kurt whispered to Hermione as she sat next to him, sad that Blaine had moved from next to him.

"You get used to it," she sighed.

I'm so sorry I haven't updated recently. School just started up again, and I'm in two local productions, so I'm really busy. I'll update when I can. I promise.