Title: Fall- back

Chapter four: First Day Lunch

Rating: T

Summary: After the war Harry moves to Lima, Ohio to try and live a normal life as just another invisible teenager. You know what they say about best laid plans, though. KH/HP

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise…. Isn't mine. Though I probably wish it is. Now I'm sad.

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Harry had a hard time shaking the persistent girl from his AP Latin class. She was everywhere he turned: By his side while leaving the class, happily skipping next to him on the way to the next – which they shared as well-, and outside of the bathroom when he came out. Now, on the way to lunch, she had managed to glue herself to his side again, chattering away about some Broadway actress he had never heard of before.

Right before entering the cafeteria he somewhat forcibly removed her arm from where it was hooked through his –and how on earth had she managed to do that without him noticing?- and stopped her from going any further with her absolutely riveting tale.

"Look, Rachel, I'm sorry," he started, "but I promised my tour guide I'd sit with him at lunch."

Her face fell for a brief moment before lighting up again.

"That's alright," she beamed. "I'll just see you in AP English, then."

With that she turned around and strode into the cafeteria confidently. Harry watched her back in horror. She was in his English class as well? He had a feeling it was going to be a long day. He leaned against the wall next to the cafeteria door and started waiting for Artie to arrive. Meanwhile he started to idly wonder about Rachel.

At first, he had thought of her as being close in character to Hermione. That thought had faded quickly, though. Hermione wasn't as clingy, or as eager to talk about anything that wasn't about academics. Hermione didn't beam at him near as much as Rachel did and he's pretty sure Hermione doesn't know the first thing about Broadway.

Maybe Rachel was a bit more like Lavender Brown. He remembered seeing Lavender belt out songs from RENT on more than one occasion, and he knew she was smarter then she pretended to be most of the time. She was also especially clingy, as the entire school had been able to witness when she had started dating Ron. Just as Harry started thinking about whether Rachel had a boyfriend and if she gave him hideous gifts and called him by a ridiculous nickname, Artie rolled up.

"There you are. Thanks for waiting, dude," the wheelchair- bound boy said.

"No problem," Harry answered him. "Shall we go in?"

"Yeah dude," Artie answered. "I'm starving. How were your classes?"

Harry shrugged, holding the door open for Artie. "Okay, I suppose. Different from what I'm used to, that's for sure."

Artie grinned at him from over his shoulder, somehow managing to move his wheelchair forward in the right direction at the same time. "Any more teachers bail?"

"The one in Latin read a newspaper and the one in World History left to take a call and never came back," Harry answered, his disdain for the system clearly present in his voice.

Artie chuckled a bit, lifting his tray so the lunch lady could place his food on it. Harry followed his example.

"Yeah, that's McKinley for you," Artie belatedly answered, rolling forward to pay for his lunch with Harry on his…wheels. They paid for their meals (Harry sticking to Artie's earlier advice and sticking to soup) and Artie looked out over the room, as if searching for someone.

"Oh, there they are!" he exclaimed, turning to look at Harry again. "Do you mind sitting with my friends for today?"

"Course not," Harry shrugged. "It's not like I really know people here yet."

Artie beamed at him and started rolling forward to a table, his tray balancing on his lap. Harry followed him to a table with a rather peculiar assortment of people. He spotted two cheerleaders, a pretty blonde, a guy with obviously dyed blonde hair, an Asian couple attached at the lips, a dark skinned girl, a rather fashionable looking boy –and hey, isn't that the guy that had blue gunk dripping from his face earlier?- , a pretty…big girl, and Puck.

The latter looked up as they arrived at the table, his eyebrows raising to his near non-existent hairline. As Artie introduced Harry, the boy himself was a bit busy staring the mohawked boy down. After a few seconds, Artie stopped talking and looked between the two.

"You two know each other or something?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, his eyes not leaving Puck's. "He's the guide that ditched me."

There were a few groans around the table. Artie made an understanding face and Harry was pretty sure he heard one of the cheerleaders mutter a 'Way to welcome the new kid, Puckerman'. Harry kept staring at Puck until he snapped.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I'll even give you a tour after lunch. Just stop staring at me."

Harry stopped staring, looking rather pleased.

"No, thanks. I've found myself a better model to guide me around," he said, and patted Artie on the shoulder before finally sitting down beside the dark skinned girl. Artie preened, while the girl next to Harry snorted and offered her hand.

"Nice one, white boy. I'm Mercedes," she said, fighting to keep the grin from her face. Harry took her hand, gently shaking it.

"Nice to meet you, Mercedes," he answered her. "I'm Harry."

She grinned. "I know, Artie told us while you were busy intimidating Puck."

"Yeah," the Latina cheerleader cut in. "Pretty impressive for a midget. Hot, too. I'm Santana."

Harry looked at her with slightly widened eyes. What was it with people obsessing over his height anyway? He really wasn't that short. Also, he was pretty sure he had just been hit on a bit. Not that he had much experience with that. After all, he had only ever really dated Ginny (he preferred not to think about the Cho disaster –as Ron had dubbed it- too much), so he was still pretty green when it came to stuff like that. He muttered a 'charmed', and started twirling his spoon through his soup.

"So, no offence meant or anything," he started speaking, not really looking anyone in the eye, "but you seem like an unlikely bunch to sit together."

The Asian couple detached their lips for long enough that the girl could speak.

"I know it's weird," she said in a bubbly voice, "but we're all in Glee together, so we kind of group together whenever we can."

Harry nodded as if he understood the importance of banding together as a glee club.

"Oh, alright," he said. "So, is this the entire club then?"

"No," the pretty blonde girl said with a look of distaste on her face. "Finn's probably off somewhere snogging his hobbit. They're both in the club too."

"Actually," the brunette boy next to Mercedes said, "There they are. Oh my God, what is she wearing now?"

Mercedes snickered and Harry leaned forward a little to catch sight of a fairly tall (Oh, who was he kidding? That boy was gigantic compared to him) boy walking towards them with his arm around no one other than Rachel Berry, the girl he had thought he had finally managed to shake off. He groaned and tried to make himself as invisible as possible while not using magic. Artie looked at him funny.

"That girl scares the daylights out of me," Harry said to him in an undertone.

Artie snorted. "Yeah, she has that effect on people."

Unfortunately, Artie was not the only one to have caught his comment as Mercedes and the boy besides her both burst out laughing as well, while the Latina cheerleader looked at him appreciatively.

"I think I might grow to like you, Short Stuff," she drawled, before linking her pinkies with the blonde cheerleader next to her and getting up to leave the table just before a manically waving Rachel and Finn got there.

Harry wasn't really sure how to feel about that.

AN: Time for a little contest!

One McKinley student knows exactlywho Harry Potter is.

I want to see who can already guess this! Be creative in your reasoning. Winner gets a one shot in either the HP verse, Glee verse or HP/Glee verse of a subject by choice, to be posted around the same time I reveal who it is in this story.

Interested? Leave your guess and reasoning in a review or PM (or message me on tumblr). I'll PM you if you were correct or not!

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-Till next time!