Disclaimer: I own none of this.
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. I believe this will be another short chapter.
Chapter 5
"Get up FREAK and make us Breakfast!" her voice called from the other side of the cupboard door. She sharply rapped on the door once again.
Harry is up, getting dressed in his cousin's old baggy clothes, "But Aunt Petuna, I not know how."
"Then you will learn, now won't you? It had better not be burned, or no food for the rest of the day." She replied sharply.
"Yes Aunt Petuna." Three-year-old Harry opened the cupboard door.
Petunia went into the dining room and picked up a chair. She placed it in front of the stove. "Now, get to work. I will be sitting here watching you."
Harry pulled out the sausage and bacon then struggled with the eggs. They fell from his hands and splattered over the floor. "Oops."
"You FREAK! How DARE you! You did that on purpose!" she picked up a fillet knife. "Now, you will be punished!"
"Noooo! I didn't mean to!"
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"Noooo! I didn't mean to!" Harry yelled, bolting upright, still sleeping.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir! Yous is having to be waking up! Yous is having a bad dream, yous is having to be waking up!" a frantic Dobby was standing next to him on the bed, shaking his shoulders.
"Huh?" Harry blinked his eyes open.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir was having a bad dream. Yous was yelling, so Dobby is coming upstairs to wake Mr. Harry Potter sir!"
It was two weeks after the day he first started at William McKinley High. He and Kurt were becoming good friends, and he even had a friendship starting with a few of the other members of the Glee Club. He did not understand why, but they all thought he was a great singer, and were surprised when he said that he did not want any time in the spotlight, at least, not at the moment.
Flashback
"Guys, we have an audition today." Mr. Schue told the Glee Club. "Harry, the stage is all yours."
"Umm, well, I am Harry Potter. Today, I will be singing Every Light in the House by Trace Adkins."
I told you I'd leave a light on
In case you ever wanted to come back home
You smiled and said you appreciate the gesture
I took your every word to heart
'Cause I can't stand us being apart
And just to show how much I really miss ya
Every light in the house is on
The backyard's bright as the crack of dawn
The front walk looks like runway lights
It's kinda like noon in the dead of night
Every light in the house is on
Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone
Every light in the house is on
If I should ever start forgetting
I'll turn the lights off one by one
So you can see that I agree it's over
But until then I want you to know
If you look south, you'll see a glow
That's me waiting at home each night to hold ya
Every light in the house is on
The backyard's bright as the crack of dawn
The front walk looks like runway lights
It's kinda like noon in the dead of night
Every light in the house is on
Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone
Every light in the house is on
He looked up when the song ended to see everyone staring at him with wide eyes. Harry did not wait to see what they said. He figured that if they were not speaking, it was a bad sign, so he ran. Once he was out of sight, and in a bathroom, he apparated home.
Kurt and Mr. Schuester both tried to reach him, Kurt by phone, and Mr. Schuester tried knocking on the door. Harry ignored both of them. The next day, they did not ask why he ran, which was fine with him. He figured Mr. Schuester had contacted Minerva to ask about other symptoms of his… condition… and he had told the rest of them. Kurt did tell him, though, that he made it, he was now a member of New Directions.
End Flashback
He got out of bed and went to make himself breakfast. His… condition… was progressing. He thanked Merlin that it would be over soon. For breakfast, he had to eat half a loaf of French toast and seven eggs. Once breakfast was over, he went about his daily routine before apparating to the dark alley behind the school. Something bad was going to happen today, he could feel it.
It was a Glee day today, so he waited, standing in Kurt's usual parking spot, for his new friend to show up. When he did show up, he jumped out of the jeep and gave Harry a hug. Harry ignored his racing heart; he did not want to scare the poor boy away, Kurt deserved better than him.
Rehearsal passed without problems, though he could have swore that he felt a magical signature that was not his or Mr. Schuester's. It almost felt like… but no, it couldn't be, could it? He just shrugged it off. Most of the morning passed with nothing worse than being slushied by the jocks, but Harry cleaned that up pretty quick.
He, Kurt, and Mercedes were sitting in their normal spots in science, Harry and Kurt at one table, and Mercedes directly behind Harry. Harry and Kurt were faced away from the door, talking to Mercedes while Harry was painting tigers on her nails. They were laughing at a story that Mercedes had told. Everything was great until HE showed up. Since she was facing the door, Mercedes was the one who saw HIM enter. "Hey, is that the new boy everybody was talking about? Boy is he gorgeous." She all but purred.
Curious, Harry turned to see the new boy. When he saw who it was, his blood ran cold, and he could feel himself start to slip into a panic attack. The last thing he heard before he passed out was Kurt telling Mercedes to go get Mr. Schue.
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"Come on Harry, I need you to drink this." Was the first thing he heard when he regained consciousness. He waited until his vision was completely back so that he could see the potion and the speaker. Seeing that it was Mr. Schuester and the potion that he had given to him last time he had a panic attack, he quickly swallowed the stuff.
Once the potion started working, Harry was quick to help it pull his magic back to him, noting that his magical core had once again grew, much to his annoyance. "Why is he here? How did he find me?" He asked, tiredly.
Mr. Schue looked confused. "Who?"
"HIM… My ex… The new kid… The one who did most of this." He gestured to his face. "D-Dra-Draco."
A/N: I hope this will hold you over until after Thanksgiving, I will write as much as I can until then, but no guarantees. Just in case I do not post before then, Happy Thanksgiving to any who celebrate it.