Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Glee.

Author's note: Yep, I'm still living. Wouldn't have guessed that, huh? This was one hard chapter to write. I noticed, while writing, that Horcruxes were destroyed by basilisk venom, right? So, why didn't it destroy the one in Harry, when he was bitten? Just because the bite wasn't to his head?

This happens before chapter 4 btw.

Rating: T

Warning: angst, confusion and… stuff

Blaine stifled a yawn, while silently traipsing into the already light-filled kitchen.

This was the first time he had officially been allowed to sleep over at Harry's house. During dinner the night before Sirius had not threatened him per se, just stressing that "the walls are very thin and I'm just across the hall." and "I have very good hearing, you know? Like a dog's!" Remus on the other hand had been the calmer one as usual, but had pierced him with a – pretty self-explanatory - sharp gaze the whole time.

Surprisingly neither of the two had insisted on separate sleeping arrangements. Maybe they had thought he had been intimidated enough to keep his hands to himself, but Blaine guessed, they just knew what Harry and he had been up to a couple of weeks previously, when his boyfriend had the run of the house for a whole weekend, and hadn't bothered to enforce chastity too much.

He even had evidence! A couple of days before Sirius and Remus had taken their short leave, the latter had had a nice conversation with his boyfriend. Said boyfriend had told him all about it afterwards, while competing with a tomato or probably a red traffic light. He still was not sure which the more fitting comparison was. Apparently the talk had been about the importance of condom use and… other embarrassing stuff. Blaine was glad he had been spared. It was, in any case, a good indicator Harry's guardians knew what had happened. They were dealing with teenagers after all.

Aside from the not-threats it had been a very nice and relaxing evening, involving watching a movie or two and lots of cuddling. The night had been a bit more strenuous, though. They had shared Harry's bed again - after just one time he had, of course, still not been used to it – and the raven had perfected his octopus impression. Add to that the early summer heat and it was next to impossible for Blaine to sleep well. He had woken up quite early and going back to sleep had not worked, so after lying about for some time, he had finally given up and extricated himself from his clinging boyfriend. And that, unfortunately, was how he found himself in the kitchen at six am on a Saturday morning.

This being the fifth visit to the house, he felt free to rummage through the cabinets for a drinking glass, which he promptly filled under the faucet. Idly sipping his water, Blaine leant against the sink and looked through the panorama window that constituted to a whole wall of both kitchen and living-room. The garden behind it was nice and colorful, neither wildly growing nor meticulously trimmed. It was rather sizable as well, a perfect place for the huge dog to run arou- wait! Dog? The family didn't have one, the last time he had checked. What, then, was the black monster of a canine doing out there? Maybe it was the neighbor's?

Blaine didn't have much time to ponder the situation further, because the dog was running towards the sliding door – all the while happily barking –, which he pawed open upon arrival. Seconds after crossing the threshold the animal suddenly blurred a bit, then started to morph into something else, into someone else. Blaine stared straight at Sirius Black's profile.

He didn't hear the glass crashing onto the tiled floor, didn't feel the water soaking his slippers and the seams of his pyjama bottoms. He didn't even notice Sirius' swearing or Remus' entrance. Blaine was only able to stare with wide, but dazed eyes into nothingness, his body unmoving. His blood was rushing through his ears, his mind shocked into numbness.

Seconds, minutes, hours later the hazy calling of his name pierced the darkness of his mind and dragged his consciousness back to the surface. He blinked, still not sure if this was, indeed, reality or just a dream. The latter seemed more probable and a lot less mind shattering. Maybe he had spontaneously developed the urge to sleep walk?

For some reason he had ended up on the couch. Harry was kneeling in front of him, stroking his knee soothingly, but with a concerned expression on his face. Sirius and Remus were sitting on the loveseat on the opposite side of the table. The former had crossed his arms in front of his chest, his face was twisted into a half guilty looking, half sullen grimace. Remus, on the other hand, seemed unsure how to feel.

"What happened?" Maybe his sleep walking theory proved to be true. Maybe he had left Harry's room, walked downstairs and had actually filled a glass with water, which he had dropped - yes, his feet were still damp –, because his mind had come up with that ridiculous dream of Sirius secretly being a dog in his spare time. Maybe that was the reason Harry looked concerned, because he didn't know Blaine was, as of now, a sleep walker and Sirius was just angry because he had broken the glass and maybe woken up the other residents of the house in the process. That didn't explain the partly guilty expression though.

"You went into shock," Harry started to explain, while throwing a glare over his shoulder, which was obviously directed at his godfather. "because someone isn't able to keep his instincts in check." "I still say we obliviate him and be done with it!" Sirius whined, adopting an even more petulant expression.

Obliviate? Blaine frowned. He had never learned Latin, but the word sounded ominous. "The whole situation, we are in, is your fault, Sirius, so do stop sulking around," Remus intervened exasperated. "First of all, let us explain the situation to him and see how he takes it. If everything goes well, we swear him to secrecy; otherwise we… can still come back to your suggestion." The tawny-haired man took a deep breath, closed his eyes for just a moment, before turning back towards Blaine.

"This may sound strange, but I swear it's the absolute truth. We are magical, wizards to be precise. Sirius here is what we call an animagus. Every animagus can turn into a specific animal, after they learn how to do it. That is what you have seen."

Wizards… right. Blaine blinked, then looked down to his boyfriend, who was still sitting in front of him. "So… you're a wizard?" He had the strangest urge to laugh hysterically, but successfully pushed it down. Any minute now he would wake up – half smothered by his boyfriend – and all this would be one weird dream. He would tell Harry about it, they would both laugh and then go down to eat breakfast. Any minute now, really!

Meanwhile Harry had adopted an unmistakably somber expression. Strange. But what wasn't at the moment? "I used to be till I was about eight. Now I'm a so called squib. That's a person with magical parents, but who doesn't have enough magic to do anything with it. I would still be a wizard if there wasn't this man… it's… it's a long and complicated story…" And from the looks of it Harry wasn't sure he wanted to tell him and, to be honest, Blaine didn't know if he wanted to know. He still wasn't sure this wasn't a dream either, but decided to handle the situation as if it were reality for now.

It was his turn to take a deep breath. Blaine grasped Harry's hand, which was still lying on his knee, and squeezed it softly. "Tell me!" It wasn't a demand exactly, rather a plea with a certain urging. If this was, in fact, real, it was important to him to know this part of Harry's life, even if he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the whole 'magic is real' part. He would freak out more at a later point.

His boyfriend was still looking unsure, as was Remus. Sirius, on the other hand, was still sulking. "I will tell you. Harry was a small child at the time, so he only knows what happened from narratives," Remus finally conceded, deliberately ignoring the glare his best friend was bestowing him with.

"Alright, basically Harry's parents, our best friends, went into hiding some time before Harry's birth, because he was targeted by an evil wizard. Their location was betrayed by another, then mutual friend of ours. He was a traitor. We don't know what exactly happened, but…" Remus gulped, but otherwise tried to hold on to the blank expression on his face. Sirius didn't even try; he looked somewhat murderous, while Harry just seemed sad. Blaine almost regretted asking.

"When we arrived there on Halloween night, when Harry was one, Lily and James were dead. They were killed by the Avada Kedavra, a curse that no shield can defend against and which kills a person instantly. To our further shock Nagini was coiled around Harry and at first we thought he was also dead, because he was so quiet, but then he stirred and just looked at us. You have to know that Nagini used to be a lot bigger and the familiar of the evil wizard. He called himself Voldemort, but nobody used his name.

Of course we wanted to get Harry, but every time we were too close, Nagini would strike at us and because she's a magical snake species, who is immune to most magics, our spells were useless as well. We didn't want to endanger Harry either, so we couldn't resort to more potent spells. She didn't seem to be a danger to Harry, so we waited for reinforcement. About half an hour later Albus Dumbledor arrived. He is an important and brilliant man in the British magical community.

He started to cast a lot of spells to confirm some theories of his and discovered some very disturbing facts. Voldemort, in his attempt to gain immortality, had made so-called Horcruxes, he had split his soul via murder and put the parts into objects. It's very vile magic. We don't know how Harry survived, but when Voldemort tried to kill him, presumably with the Avada Kedavra, it backfired and vanished him. Because his soul was already so fragile, it split again and put a piece into Harry and Nagini each. That, somehow, created a bond between the two, which manifested in a familiar bond. She is physically incapable of hurting him and wouldn't want to hurt her new… well, master anyway.

We later learned that Harry had become a parselmouth - that's a person who can talk to snakes – so he had the ability totalk to her as well. Even with familiars that's usually impossible." Remus was pretty sure he was too detailed in his description of murder and bad actions for the mostly innocent psych of a teenager, but it was just too difficult to explain everything, when he censored it too much. The whole story was sure to be overwhelming anyway. He sighed – that seemed to become a habit this morning.

"In the end Albus somehow got Nagini to unhand Harry and we brought them both to a safer location. We still had the problem of Harry being a Horcrux, though. After some research we found some ways of getting rid of them, but all resulted in the object - but in this case Harry – being destroyed. We wouldn't let that happen, of course-" "Damn straight!" "- so the research went on."

"It took some years, but we finally found an obscure, ancient ritual. We didn't exactly know what would happen to Harry, just that he had a very good chance of surviving and that we didn't have to know where the other Horcruxes were being kept to destroy them as well, so we did it. It worked, but Harry lost most of his magic and his parselmouth ability. He can only understand Nagini anymore, probably because they are bonded. Nagini shrunk a considerable bit and lost her magical properties. Afterwards we… left Britain for several reasons." Which none of the three were willing to disclose by the look of it.

During the story Blaine had paled considerably – he presumed there was a horrified look on his face as well - and only now noticed that he held his boyfriend's hand in a death grip. He was pretty sure he was awake at this point. His mind would never come up with something this fantastical. The most outrageous dreams were about a duet with Katy Perry, while wearing nothing but a football helmet to hide his ridiculously curly hair and sometimes, when things were especially bad, he got nightmares about his early high school days, but never something like this.

"You alright?" Harry was worrying his bottom lip, which he would have found enticing under different circumstances, and laid his free hand on top of his. The urge to laugh hysterically was back again. He was certainly not alright. His feelings probably showed on his face, because his boyfriend started to look considerably distraught. It almost broke his heart to see him like this, but he couldn't just change his emotions, after hearing that type of information.

"Do you, do you want to forget again?" Did he? It wasn't that simple, though, was it? Wanting to forget equaled not accepting Harry for who he was, right? If he agreed, he wouldn't just lose the memories of the last hours, he would also lose his boyfriend and without even knowing why. He could see it in the raven's eyes, the fear of losing him, the fear of not being accepted by him.

Blaine gulped.

Slowly he extricated his hand from Harry's, ignoring the other's flinching, and enfolded the raven's face with both hands. "No, no I don't. It will probably take some time for me to wrap my mind around the whole magic thing, but I'm going to be alright. I promise." He was usually too self-conscious to do so in front of Harry's guardian, but this moment just asked for a soft kiss, therefore he complied.

The blinding smile he got in return, told him, he had done the right thing.