AN/ OK i'm officially the definition of a dumb bitch. I was actually sat here for the past few days wondering why no one was voting on my poll. Apparently it helps if you tell people that you've actually made one. So I quickly wrote this chapter in like an hour, it was stressfull lol.

The progression of events in this chapter is somewhat rushed, but I wanted to get Harry to encounter New Directions as fast as possible. After this we'll be jumping forwards in time by a couple of weeks, during which we'll see how Harry has settled into the New Directions group dynamic and which characters he's bonded with. Then the chapters will be longer and more drawn out, as we see how Harry's presence is perceived by others and in what ways his presence alters cannon events.

A word of warning, Harry and Santana are going to have a very messed up friendship comprised of sex and pure unadulterated evil, but they won't be the final pairing unless people decide they want it. On another note, the most popular characters in my poll will probably end up being the people that Harry has the closest bonds with.

''So...I have a hot tub back at my penthouse.''

Santana eyed the boy in front of her very thoroughly. They didn't make 'em like that in Lima, that was for damn sure. He looked like he was genetically designed in a lab somewhere, in order to create the perfect person for licking.

She'd experienced several changes of heart this year regarding her sexuality. Sometimes she suspected that she was a lesbian, but she willingly admitted that she enjoyed sex with men. It just wasn't as good as it was with Brittany. Lately she'd reached the conclusion that she enjoyed being with Brittany more because she...cared about her. She would probably need to test the theory with another girl first, but she suspected that she liked Brittany more than boys, not girls more than boys. Ofcourse any lingering doubts she harboured were thoroughly quashed, once she caught sight of the green eyed man candy in front on her.

Brittany was dating Wheels, for some unfathomable reason, leaving Santana bored as of late. And also a little bit jealous, even if she'd never admit it out loud. But it looked as though things were finally looking up. Hot guy? Hot tub? Potentially hot penthouse? Hells yeah!

Stepping forward confidently Santana moved straight into the boy's personal space, making sure to maintain eye contact with him the entire time. To her delight he actually held it, without straying down to her ample chest, which was a temptation that few had the fortitude to resist. There was something about his eyes. It wasn't anything like when she looked at Brittany. The blonde girl made her feel as though she fit with her, that they might not be the same but they still complimented each other perfectly. But there was something...familiar, about the mystery boy in front of her. He had a look about him that she saw in the mirror everyday. A look of confidence and superiority, but beneath that there was something wild just barely held in check.

''Harry Potter.'' He introduced, his eyes boring into her own with keen interest.

''Santana Lopez.'' She offered in return. ''Now, what was that about a hot tub?''

He smirked, the devilish expression flashing across his face and sending a pleasant tingle up her spine. As he parted his lips, no doubt to say something dripping with innuendo, he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his phone. He frowned in annoyance, before deftly fishing the device out of his pocket and bringing it to his ear.

''Just a moment.'' Harry excused himself, giving her a polite smile.

''Talk!'' He barked demandingly into the receiver. Santana raised a brow, intrigued at his harsh and commanding actions. She liked a man with some backbone.

Harry paused, listening to the person on the other end of the conversation. The slight furrowing of his brow indicated that he was considering something carefully.

''Not possible. I'm currently attending school in Ohio, leaving me with no free time until the weekend.'' The dark haired boy refused. Whoever he was talking to said something else, making him pause thoughtfully.

''Hmm, actually I think that such a thing may just be possible after all. Tell Narcissa that I'll fly out tommorow morning, at my earliest convenience.'' Harry sharply informed the person he was speaking with. She could vaguely hear someone continue talking on the phone, before Harry abruptly hung up on them.

He stared at the disconnected phone for a moment, before turning to face the two cheerleaders who were watching him curiously.

''Looks like i'm heading back to the principals office. It was a pleasure meeting you Brittany. Santana, i'll pick you up at seven.'' With those parting words he started walking away, but the dark haired girl wasn't about to be dismissed just yet.

''What's happening at seven?'' She called after him. He flashed a grin over his shoulder.

''You. Me. The restaurant of your choice, and the thorough inspection of my hot tub. Feel free to come without a bathing suit.'' He yelled back at her. She didn't bother asking how he knew where she lived.

Santana narrowed her eyes at his retreating form. Yes, things were definitely looking up. Scoring a date with a hot British guy was awesome. But best of all, this would only serve to further prove to the lesser bitches of this school, that she was the alpha dog around here. Ever since Quinn had taken back captaincy of the Cheerios, and relegated Santana to the bottom of the pyramid, the bimbo had been strutting around like she owned the place. But she had a feeling from that brief encounter, that Harry might be useful in regaining her top spot as the queen bee, and putting Prego Fabray back where she belonged.

''Come on Brits, I needs ta get me something sweet.'' The Latina announced, looping her arm through the other girls and leading her towards the cafeteria. She could figure out what appropriately slutty ensemble to wear later.

''Can owls read minds?'' Brittany wondered.

Harry was pleased with himself. After he'd finished arranging his entertainment for the evening and gotten through the remainder of the days classes, he'd made his way back to the principals office. Intimidating Figgins into allowing Hedwig to be with him during school hours was a simple matter. However gaining permission to skip his second day of school, in order to fly to New York, was slightly trickier.

Narcissa Malfoy, fashion designer extroadinaire, had given her assistant orders to contact Harry. Apparently she was in a bit of a bind. Her latest designs were being featured in some big shot fashion magazine, and her male model had abandoned her at the last minute. Well, technically he was hit by a bus, but Harry didn't care about the details. So now she was calling Harry in to take his place in the photo shoot. He could easily do so, as tomorrow was a Friday and he'd be back by Sunday evening, which meant he would only miss one day of school. Plus he'd already graduated from one of the worlds most prestigious educational institutions, so it wasn't like he'd be missing out on anything. He was only here at his aunt Sue's behest.

Best of all, doing this for Narcissa would drive Draco completely ballistic, which was all the incentive that Harry really needed. Draco Malfoy was his long term frenemy. Their acquaintance was in a perpetual state of them trying to one up each other. Hermione claimed that their competitive behaviour made absolutely no sense, as neither of them had the same interests, and they'd taken completely different electives at Hogwarts. You'd be as likely to catch Draco doing a complex song and dance routine, as you would Harry designing a ball gown. But even if they didn't compete in the same areas, they still liked to rub their achievements in one another's faces.

After graduating, Draco's mother had offered him an executive position with her design label. However the blonde had refused, and instead decided to start his own company. Draco's designs had been proving successful, but Narcissa wasn't about to let her son outdo her, and so ever since then she'd been doing everything in her power to best her offspring. One thing that all the Malfoy family had in common was that they were all absolutely ruthless, so Narcissa was quite happy to offer her son's rival a part time modelling contract. Seeing Harry wearing his mothers designs in a big shot magazine, would probably give the ferret an aneurysm.

Before leaving, Harry planned to ensure that Sue was aware of what he was up to. God forbid that she find him missing, and activate the tracer she'd had surgically implanted into the back of his neck. If she found out that he'd had it removed and placed in a raccoon, then there would be hell to pay.

As he approached his aunts office, Harry felt the familiar sensation of being watched tingling over his skin. Whilst it could logically be any of the people in the hallway observing him, Harry was reasonably confident that the culprit was the man leaning against the wall in front of him. In general appearance the guy looked like a secret service agent. He was standing nonchalantly, with his arms folded and his eyes concealed by a pair of dark sunglasses. His attire consisted entirely of black, hence why he looked like some kind of body guard. Harry idly noted that he was rather good looking, but the way the man was staring at him got his hackles up.

''Can I help you with something?'' Harry sneered.

The stranger jerked in surprise at being directly addressed. It was like he thought he was invisible or something.

''I'm surprised you noticed me, with how well I was blending in.'' The man informed him, simultaneously proving Harry correct and confusing the hell out of him. He pushed off of the wall and stepped forwards, with a smarmy smile on his face.

''You're Harry Potter. Recent graduate of Hogwarts Academy, where you featured as one of their choir's lead soloists and lead the team to an international victory at a European championship in Rome. Your duet with Miss Daphne Greengrass literally reduced the judges to tears.'' He stated in lieu of an introduction.

Harry had no idea why a stranger was telling him things that he was already well aware of, considering that he'd been there when they'd happened. Maybe he was a fan? Or he really could be a secret service agent. Those guys had been giving him a hard time ever since he'd head butted Hilary Clinton, even though it was accident! Well it was kind of an accident, it was mostly the fault of the Turkish amphetamines that Sue had dosed him with while he was sleeping.

''Who are you, and why should I give a fuck?'' Harry demanded.

''Straight to the point I see, I can respect that. I'm the director of a show choir...'' He started to explain, before Harry cut him off.

''Wait you're Mr Schuester?'' Harry was understandably confused. Given his aunts crazed ranting about the man's collection of vests and his terrible hair, Harry had thought that the teacher he'd encountered in the principals office earlier was the glee club director.

The dark haired man hesitated for a brief moment before answering his question.

''Yes I am!'' He replied brightly. ''And after catching wind of your talent in the performing arts, I thought I'd come and offer you the opportunity to join the school's glee club.''

Dustin Goolsby could barely contain his smirk. He could scarcely believe his good fortune. When he'd received word that an international choir champion had moved to Ohio, he'd immediately attempted to track the boy down. To his immense surprise the student was attending McKinley high, the same place that he'd found Sunshine Corazon months previously. He wasn't sure what someone with Harry Potter's qualifications was doing in this backwater town, when he'd already graduated with honors from a vastly superior school, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. And the boy had just unwittingly given him, the perfect way to get him to join Vocal Adrenaline and transfer to Carmel high.

''I had been considering joining some after school clubs.'' Harry admitted, cocking his head in consideration.

''Excellent!'' Dustin enthused. ''Then if you'll just sign this, you're in!''

He opened his briefcase and whipped out a contract, which would cement the boy's legal transfer to Carmel and ensure that he spend at least a year as a member of Vocal Adrenaline.

''This is just a quick permission form, nothing to worry about. As your school records indicate that you're an emancipated minor, you just have to sign your name and you'll be an official member.'' The director told him.

Harry frowned. ''Don't I have to audition first? I mean it hardly seems fair that you'd let me in without seeing what I can do.''

Dustin almost cursed, but managed to keep his composure. It was the end of the school day, so he'd just have to let the boy sing a song and then he could wrap things up without being interrupted.

''Excellent point! If you'll just follow me, we'll head to the auditorium.''

Vocal Adrenaline was about to secure a new male lead, and an almost guaranteed fifth national championship title.

Puck was moving as quickly as he could towards the choir room. Classes had just ended for the day, meaning that glee club was about to begin. He hoped that Mr Schue was already there, because he was pretty sure that they had a big problem.

After sleeping his way through History class, Puck had set off towards glee as usual. On his way there, he'd come across an interesting sight. The new kid, that he'd been searching for the the whole damn day, was standing in the middle of the hallway talking to someone. He'd headed straight towards them, determined to catch the other boy and get him to join glee club. But when he'd gotten closer and heard their conversation, he became sure that something was wrong. Some douche bag was pretending to be Mr Schue! Either he was the director of a rival club, or he was taking the new guy to the empty auditorium to molest him. Although given what he'd seen of the dark haired boy so far, Puck was fairly confident that the man would lose an arm if he tried anything like that. So he was most likely trying to steal an awesome singer from New Directions, just like what happened with that Filipino chick.

And so Puck was heading to get the cavalry. Then they could toss that creepy guy out on his ass, and save the new kid. As he reached his destination he burst through the door, causing the occupants of the room to look up at him in surprise. Puck was pleased to see that he was the last to arrive.

''Mr Schue, we got trouble!'' Puck blurted out, panting from his mad dash through the school. The Spanish teacher eyed him curiously.

''Puck? What's wrong, are you okay?'' He asked, his concern for his glee kids rising to the surface.

''Yeah, i'm awesome.'' Puck waved him off. ''I found us a new member for glee club.''

''Really? That's fantastic, I knew you could do it.'' Mr Schuester praised him. Puck beamed at the positive reinforcement. It wasn't often that he did something deserving of it, so he planned to enjoy the moment.

''I would also like to congratulate Noah on his recruiting of yet another vital background member of this group, who can support me in my solo efforts to carry us to victory.'' Rachel loudly enthused.

''Shut up Berry! God, you're like a fog horn with a freaking moustache.'' Santana snarled, quickly silencing the other girl. Rachel pouted and slumped back into her seat, she was used to peoples lack of appreciation.

''So who's the new member? You didn't bully them into joining did you?'' Tina questioned, eyeing Puck thoughtfully. The self proclaimed badass, bristled at the implication.

''Ofcourse not! They haven't even officially joined yet, so I figured I should be nice or something.'' Puck told them, sounding slightly proud of his self restraint.

''If they haven't even agreed to join, then why did you come running in here like a crazy person?'' Artie queried sceptically. Puck's eyes widened in remembrance of his mission.

''Oh shit, I almost forgot! The new guy just got dragged off to the auditorium by some dude pretending to be you!'' He informed the choir director. Mr Schuester looked confused.

''Pretending to be me? Why?'' The man asked. He had his suspicions, but he wanted confirmation first.

''Coz the new boy is like some big shot choir champion from some European school. I'm pretty sure the other dude is a director from another group, like the Garglers or something.'' Puck hurriedly explained. An explosion of noise followed that little revelation, with everyone loudly exchanging their thoughts. Eventually though Santana got fed up and made her way to the chalk board.

The members of New Directions cried out in protest, as the girl dragged her crimson nails down the writing apparatus, causing an ungodly screeching noise. Satisfied that she had everyone's attention, Santana turned her focus on to Puckerman.

''This new boy wouldn't be called Harry by any chance, would he?'' She inquired, though it was clear by her tone that she new already knew the answer to her question.

''How do you know Harry?'' Mercedes demanded, wondering if the demonic cheerleader had somehow gotten her claws into the sweet natured boy that had taken her and Tina for coffee that morning. Santana raised a eyebrow at the enquiry.

''None of your damn business Wheezy.'' She sneered.

''Enough!'' Mr Schue barked, bringing everyone's focus back to the matter at hand. ''Puck, what did this choir director look like?''

Puck quickly told him.

''Goolsby.'' The teacher growled in realisation. ''You all stay here, i'll take care of this.''

Naturally nobody listened to him, and they promptly followed the man as he stormed out of the choir room with Puck and Santana leading the charge. The group hurried through the empty hallways towards the auditorium, but they slowed down as they approached. As they reached the doors, they heard music coming from within, bringing them to a sudden halt. When no one made a move to enter, Rachel impatiently forced her way through the throng and wrenched the doors open.

''I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Let it burn while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name

I set fire to the rain

And I threw us into the flames

Where I felt somethin' die

'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time oh''

The sound of the song, accompanied perfectly on the piano, washed over them. Eyebrows rose and jaws dropped in surprise and wonder, as a smooth powerful tenor flowed through the room. William Schuester hesitated for a moment, feeling reluctance to interrupt the performance. He recognised the boy from earlier, when he'd imperiously barged his way into the principals office during a meeting he and Shannon were having with Figgins. The dark haired teenager was sat at the piano, belting out the lyrics to his song of choice, his face changing expressively along with the emotions related to the music. Will couldn't help but feel slightly gleeful, pun intended. The new student sounded spectacular, his interpretation of the song was completely flawless. His voice was strong, tackling the notes effortlessly and easily holding them.

He didn't usually like to play favourites with his kids, but this boy was better than even Finn, who William held a soft spot for. If they could get him in New Directions then they'd be that much closer to winning nationals. He was already mentally perusing options for duets between him and Rachel, who he was certain wouldn't object. Dustin Goolsby was stood just behind the boy, completely caught up in his performance. He looked thoroughly impressed, and apparently hadn't noticed the rest of them entering the auditorium.

''Oh, no

Let it burn, oh

Let it burn!

Let it burn!''

Harry blasted out the final notes, holding them for a dizzying amount of time. Feeling his voice crash into them like a wave of tangible force, had Mr Schuester mentally reconsidering the best choice of duet partner for him. He glanced at Mercedes from the corner of his eye, she was watching along with the others looking extremely impressed at the vocal acrobatics Harry was performing. Despite her stunning voice he'd never considered the girl for a duet, simply because her voice was too powerful. Unlike Rachel, she had trouble holding herself back to match her partner, like the other girl did with Finn. But if she was matched with someone who could keep up, then he had no doubt that they would stand out from a purely vocal perspective.

As Harry's voice trailed off, the auditorium was left in eerie silence. The boy stood up from the piano bench and twirled to face the coach of Vocal Adrenaline.

''There we go. Hopefully that gave you a little taste of just how screwed you are.'' He brightly informed the man. Dustin blinked in bemusement.

''Um...what?'' He asked, blinking stupidly. Harry merely chuckled, watching him with amusement.

''You didn't seriously believe that I bought that crap about you being the McKinley high choir director, did you? Because quite frankly you suck at the art manipulation. Your feeble attempts at trickery are insulting.'' Harry told him scathingly.

Goolsby gaped, looking rather like a fish out of water.

''You knew? Then why did you insist on having an audition?'' He questioned incredulously. The fact that the kid had him figured out from the get go was a little insulting.

''Oh that wasn't for your benefit. I was certain that Puckerman would go running off to fetch his compatriots, when he overheard our conversation. Having you watch me sing, and knowing that you'd have to go up against me, was just icing on the cake.'' Harry explained whilst idly inspecting his nails.

''You tricked me?'' Goolsby wondered, looking somewhat dazed.

''Yes I did. Oh, and just to warn you, I stole that contract out of your bag and replaced it with shards of broken glass.'' Harry added.

Dustin frowned and reached into his bag, before yanking it back out with a yelp of pain. Beads of crimson welled up and dripped off of his fingers, falling to the floor with a splat.

''That...that makes no sense! How the hell could you have possibly done that without me noticing?'' The coach demanded. Harry shrugged, looking supremely unconcerned.

''That's for me to know. But you should probably get yourself tested, I found that glass on the floor of an abandoned meth lab.'' The boy idly informed him.

''You what?'' Goolsby squawked.

''Hey don't judge me. If you know of a better place to find potentially infectious shards of glass, then I'd love to hear it.'' Harry defended, misinterpreting the source of the man's horror.

''You little bastard, you're going to pay for this!'' Dustin snarled. Harry ignored him, in favour of jotting something down in a note book that he'd pulled from seemingly nowhere.

''Now what are you doing?'' The director snapped, feeling trepidation.

''Adding you to the list of people that have told me that 'i'm going to pay for this'.'' Harry answered. ''Your addition brings my total up to three hundred and twelve, not counting those people who are already deceased.''

''You're insane.'' Goolsby pointed out, aiming to insult him.

''You sound like my psychiatrist.'' Harry observed dryly. ''I hate my psychiatrist.''

The boy gestured sharply, brandishing his hand through the air.

''Now what are you doing?'' The man asked warily.

Harry didn't bother answering, as in response to his signal a white blur descended from the rafters with a screech of fury. Dustin screamed and stumbled away as the sharp beak, and cruel talons of Hedwig began savaging his face. He waved his arms to batter the owl away, but his attempts were completely ineffective.

''Attack my pretty, attack!'' Harry egged her on, cackling in vicious delight.

Deciding to cut his losses and get the hell out of there, Goolsby charged for the exit and shoved his way passed the assembled members of New Directions who were stood watching the spectacle. Hedwig fluttered down, alighting gracefully on her master's shoulders, and calmly watching her prey as he fled.

''Bring me his spine.'' Harry commanded.

With a echoing cry, the bird of prey took flight in pursuit of her quarry. Harry watched her go, with a fond smile on his face. His Hedwig was such a rambunctious little scamp. He then abruptly turned to face the observing glee club, who looked completely stupefied by the confrontation that they'd witnessed.

''Take a picture, it lasts longer and provides adequate material to masturbate over.'' He advised them.

''Wanky.'' Santana quipped.

''Santana!'' Mr Schuester scolded her.

Dustin Goolsby ran through the abandoned halls of McKinley, as fast as his legs would carry him. Anything to get away from that little freak and his rabid bird. Assuming ofcourse that birds could actually get rabies. He was so focussed on fleeing the sound of beating wings, that he failed to notice the person in front of him until he'd collided with them. He fell to the floor with a yelp, groaning as his skull collided with the ground. He rapidly blinked, gazing up at the person he'd struck, who apparently hadn't even stumbled from the impact. Through his blurred vision, all he could clearly make out was that they were wearing a red tracksuit.

''Once again I find myself given irrefutable evidence that evolution can go in reverse.'' The person deadpanned.

''Uh...huh?'' Dustin mumbled, still feeling dazed.

''I'm assuming you got here because someone left your cage door open. Allow me to show you the exit through use of this handy crossbow.'' The following twanging sound, and explosion of pain quickly cleared the man's mind.

''Oh god, my leg!''

''Outstanding.''

AN/How was that? I know it was brief and somewhat rushed, but I needed to use the chapter as a way of announcing my poll. The sooner the poll is done the sooner we can have Harry and Santana visit Dalton to harvest some souls. Review and Vote!