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A/N: This story is mainly A/U. There may be some parts in the story that was from the Harry Potter books/movies or from Glee. Note, this is Alternate Universe, the usual rules from the Harry Potter books do not ALL apply, and in the case with the jocks, that was self-defense magic, Karofsky was trying to hurt him, so his magic acted up and caused a wind around him. No, I had not read Anonymity at the time that I had written the previous chapter, that one was just a bunch of friends and I passing a notebook around and writing a sentence each, and with a few tweaks here and there, the chapter was complete, we had planned on just ending it there, but i decided to continue it. With their permission, I took over completely for this chapter and the rest of the story.
Chapter 2
Previously in Just My Luck: "Okaaay? Well, let me see your schedule! See if we have any classes together." Harry handed over his schedule, "Hmmm… Wow! It seems we have everything together except, you have Latin where I have French." He handed the schedule back. "Well, if we do not want to be late for chemistry, we should start walking now. Why don't we play a game of twenty questions? If you do not feel comfortable answering a question, you can just say skip. Okay? Okay. I'll go first. Why did you choose to come to Lima, Ohio of all places?"
"Well, where I am from, there were many terrorist attacks. This guy called himself Voldemort, and he was absolutely mad. For some reason, he was convinced that the only way that he could win was to kill me. I guess he figured that with me out of the way, he would have the most power in all of Britian. You see, I am the sole heir of many old families, including the four oldest, most powerful families there is.
"One day, he invaded my school, Hogwarts, and started killing people left and right, trying to get to me. Now, back where I am from, it is very old fashioned. There were no guns, only swords, and we wore robes everywhere. He found me tutoring a group of students in sword fighting, and he challenged me to a duel to the death with no outside interference, or he would kill all the students in the room.
"Well, I have a slight hero-complex and I accepted. We dueled, and he was about to kill me when two of his followers, Death Eaters is what they call themselves, tripped me with fishing line. I tripped and fell, and accidentally stabbed him through the heart on the way down.
"After the Battle of Hogwarts, as it was later named, I went to the bank to withdraw some money for presents for my friends and they, along with my boyfriend ambushed me on my way out. They took me to a secret house and chained me up in the basement. I was left there for two days before they came down and took hunting knives and carved my face like it was a Christmas ham. They brought me back down to the cell in the basement and chained me to the wall again, this continued for about a month, moving on to different body parts each time, with some bread every four days.
"Eventually, my chemistry teacher found me there and he picked the locks and took me home with him. I stayed with him for about two weeks until he was killed by some of the Death Eaters who found out that he was a spy for the anti-terrorist group that was working against Voldemort.
"After my Art teacher, who was also a member of this anti-terrorist group, informed me that my chemistry teacher was dead, I went to the bank and I asked for a list of all the properties that I inherited and I chose the property here because it was the smallest town, and it was the one furthest away from England. I am now living on my own." Harry finished the story and cast a glance over to Kurt and saw that he was on the verge of tears. He looked around for a bathroom, pulled him inside, and locked the door.
He turned around and gathered the crying boy in his arms and muttered nonsense to him while rubbing his back gently. While Kurt was crying, he silently transfigured a piece of lint into a soft flannel. Kurt stopped sobbing when the bell rang signaling the beginning of first hour. He kept weeping until his phone rang. While he answered his phone, telling someone called Mercedes not to worry, he would be in class soon with the new kid, Harry went over to the sink and ran some cool water over the flannel while infusing a mild calming charm with the water.
Once Kurt ended the call, Harry went over to him, "Better now?"
"Yes, thank you. I can't believe you went through all of that and are still this kind."
"Yeah, well, that was relatively easy compared to my childhood, but I do not think that it is a story for school if this is how you reacted to that story. Here, press this against your eyes, it will remove any traces of swelling or redness." He handed Kurt the flannel. "You do not seem like the type who would show up to class looking like you had just cried."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it, it's what I do. I think we should get going, don't want to miss all of chemistry. If you would like, we could get together one of these days and I could tell you more about my past. I have a feeling that you are a trustworthy person." Harry unlocked the door and waited for Kurt.
After a moment where looks of confusion, pity, and then finally determination crossed his face, Kurt skipped over to him and linked their arms together. "Okay! Let's go! You just HAVE to meet Mercedes! You will LOVE her, she's my best friend in this school, and was the first one to accept me for who I am. You see, she had a huge crush on me, but I had a crush on the quarterback, Finn, who is now my step-brother, but nobody knew I was gay, so I pretended that I had a crush on this girl named Rachel. I think her and Finn were dating at the time. Well, anyways, when it finally came out that I am gay, and she was upset that I did not tell her, but she got over it and we are now best friends. Beware though; she is rather possessive of me until she figures she can trust the 'new' person. Don't worry, she will LOVE you too." He gasped, as if something had just dawned on him, or he had just remembered something important. "You should join Glee Club! It would be so much fun, and you would make new friends in no time! Then you would not be lonely! Mr. Schue is awesome, you would love him too!"
"Kurt, take a deep breath!" Harry chuckled. "I don't think that I would be good enough. Sure I can do acrobatics and stuff that can be turned into dance moves, but I'm not a good singer."
"Oh come on! You can't be that bad, please can you audition? You can even do it tonight and get it over with if you want, or you can wait for a week or so, or anytime in between. Mr. Schue has yet to turn down ANYBODY, I'm sure he will let you in."
Harry chuckled again, and thought about it for a few seconds. He looked over at Kurt to see him giving him the biggest puppy do eyes Harry'd ever seen, coupled with an adorable pout. He couldn't help himself, he chuckled lightly, "Fine, what can it hurt? I will audition, how about tomorrow? I will be ready by then."
Kurt immediately burst into a face-splitting grin, "Yay! I will tell Mr. Schue after school today, no, we will both tell him this afternoon before lunch. What song will you be singing? Will you be doing any acrobatics while you are at it?" When he finished that last question, they arrived at the chemistry room. Kurt walked in first, dragging Harry by the hand.
Silence fell over the classroom when Harry walked in, they were all curious about him. He was, after all, the first transfer student they had ever had from another country. To top it off, he had the word freak carved into his face many times over from when Uncle Vernon had gotten into a drunken rage, and from when Aunt Petunia had actually gone out and bought a branding iron to burn the word freak onto his skin, not that any of the students could read the scars what with how they overlapped and how small they were.
He absent-mindedly rubbed the back of his hand where the scars from his detentions in his fifth year proudly proclaimed 'I will not tell lies.'
Kurt quickly told the teacher that he was late because he was showing Harry around, and they were having problems with his locker which delayed them further. The teacher waved him off and said that it was quite all right and told Kurt to take his seat. He then told Harry to introduce himself. The class looked expectantly at him, and he cleared his throat. "Umm… Hi, my name is Harry Potter, and I just transferred here from a boarding school in Scotland, but I grew up in Surrey. Uhh, I transferred here because a terrorist had been after me for some reason, and he is dead now, but his followers are still out there, and all my actual friends were killed in an attempt to get to me."
A few girls in the class gasped, and they all looked at him with pity clearly written on their faces. He sighed, and the teacher told him to take a seat next to Kurt. The rest of his classes started out exactly like that, well, without the whole arriving ten minutes late bit, until lunch came around. After Latin, he waited for Kurt next to the door.
He did not have to wait long before he came along and linked their arms together like he had done all day. "Come on Harry. Let's go talk to Mr. Schuester now."