A/N: Wow, thanks for the support!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Glee belongs to FOX, and the songs belong to their various artists.
Stooping to a New Low
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had no idea why Lupin wanted to see him, other than that he and the older man were on good terms socially. Lupin had been good friends with his father, who was now, regrettably, dead.
"Ah, Harry. Sorry to keep you waiting." Lupin entered, and took a seat across from the bespectacled boy. "I've got something very serious to talk to you about."
"I didn't do it, sir!" Harry said instantly.
"Oh, so it wasn't you who snuck into the Forbidden Forest to collect ingredients for an itching potion?" Lupin quirked an eyebrow. "An itching potion that just so happened to find its way into Professor Snape's robes?"
"Oh! Er… you see, sir…" Harry turned pink as he stammered. "It wasn't really meant to be for Professor Snape."
"Relax, Harry. I've not told Professor Snape it was you. Nor have I told Professor Dumbledore. I could very easily do so." Lupin studied Harry's face for a moment as he spoke. "However, I'd like to offer you an option other than two weeks detention with Professor Snape."
"What option?" Harry asked quickly.
"Join the Glee club, and I won't tell Professor Snape it was you."
Harry's face contorted into a pained expression, and Lupin fought to keep himself from smirking triumphantly: he'd won.
Harry still didn't know entirely why he'd agreed to join the Glee club. Two weeks of detention with Snape couldn't be as bad as this. He'd walked into the Room of Requirement on that first Tuesday, and instantly been attacked by Hermione Granger.
"Harry Potter, just because you're The Boy Who Lived, don't expect to get all the leads. I've been training in entertainment since I was three years old." She informed the boy.
"Good, you're all here." Lupin grinned widely, walking into the room. He held sheaves sheet music in his hands. "Here you are. I thought we'd see how Mr. Potter could handle being male lead."
Hermione grinned just as widely as Lupin when she saw his song choice. She loved this club; she loved singing. She was a performer through and through.
"Uh. Professor. I'm not sure I can… sing this high." Harry muttered, blushing.
"Just give it a go, Harry." Lupin flicked his wand at a little metal contraption in the corner from which music started to play.
"I've got chills! They're multiplyin'. And I'm losin control; 'cause this power you're supplyin'… it's electrifyin'!" Harry sang, impressed with the way his voice stayed level whilst hitting the higher notes. Normally, his voice tended to crack.
"You better shape up," Hermione tossed her sheet music aside and sauntered over to Harry while the rest of the Glee members sang back-up vocals. "'Cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you. You better shape up; you better understand… to my heart, I must be true!"
Hermione grasped Harry's hand and started leading him around the stage. Harry looked absolutely terrified. Angelina rolled her eyes and cut in between the leads.
"Oh, Merlin, no!" She cried. "I'm Celestina Warbeck, not a back-up banshee."
"Angelina, it's only one song." Lupin said, hoping to sound more complacent than annoyed.
"And besides, Angie. This is the first time we've sounded good." Colin piped up from just down the line.
"Fine." Angelina rolled her eyes again. "From the top!"
Hermione was standing in the hall, waiting for potions to start, when she heard the shriek. She made herself remain exactly as she was, rather than give in to the temptation to turn and stare at the shrieker: Ginny Weasley.
"Harry, you've got to quit the glee thing. People are starting to talk! They're calling you gay, and you know what that makes me?" Ginny shouted, jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "Your big gay beard!"
"No, Gin." He shook his head, although it was a bit hesitant. "I'm not quitting glee. It makes me feel good about myself. I like to sing."
As Harry walked into the potions classroom, Ginny shrieked again. Hermione tentatively moved towards the now-open door. Ginny caught sight of her just then, and whirled on the brunette.
"Don't even think about it, freak. Harry is mine, do you hear me? Even if he's in glee, he's still mine." Ginny glared at the other girl.
"Whatever, Ginny. Glee will be on the rise, you know. And then Quidditch won't be end-all, be-all around here. Everyday, my popularity is on the rise." Hermione smirked, her words full of a confidence she didn't really feel.
As she turned to make her dramatic exit, however, she found herself drenched with ice-cold water. Peeves then became visible, blowing a loud raspberry. The poltergeist floated off, cackling hysterically.
A/N: Sorry that took so long! I had to go and rewatch all episodes of Glee to prepare myself.