So, this is my first ever attempt at Fanfiction! (I know that usually scares people away, but please give it a try!) I couldn't help myself...I had to do a Hogwarts/Glee one. I love Glee and Harry Potter and Klaine so much I...I just had to do it. Anyways, this is meant to be a chaptered fic, NOT a oneshot, as long as people like it and want more. (: It starts out mostly friendly, but will eventually lead to more humor and romance. So, yeah, I apologize in advance if it's awful, but I hope you like it! Enjoy!
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Do you believe in magic?
Chapter 1: Gryffindor?
Kurt shivered in the frigid night air. The moon was shining high above him, casting a silvery glow on the lake. The water surrounding the boat lapped at the edges, occasionally splashing the students on the outside. Kurt was lucky enough to have a seat in the middle, avoiding the worst of the water's cold spray. This is it, he thought. I finally made it. Hogwarts. He could see the outline of said school in the distance, coming ever nearer as they crossed the lake. Kurt glanced at his fellow classmates. They all looked about as nervous as he felt. He smiled just a tiny bit, taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't alone in his worries.
He was suddenly jolted out of his reverie as the boat came to a halt at the lake's shore. He crawled out with the rest of the first years, excitement bubbling in his chest. Almost there. They made their way up to the castle, chattering with anticipation. As they reached the castle's steps, they noticed a tall woman waiting for them. She had light brown hair tied back in a neat bun, glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her rigid posture matched her business-like expression. Kurt could tell she was someone who was not to be taken lightly. To be quite honest...he was rather frightened by her.
"Hello, children," she said coldly. " Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall. I am the Transfiguration teacher here at Hogwarts. I will be escorting you all to the Great Hall to be sorted into the four Houses. As you hopefully already know, there are four different houses here at Hogwarts. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin." She looked down at us and said sternly, "Very shortly, I will lead you into the Great Hall, where you will be sorted into one of the Houses. Once you are sorted, there is no going back. There are no "redoes". You are sorted one time, and one time only. You will be in that House until the end of your Hogwarts career. Understand?" She paused while all of the new students silently nodded their heads. "Good. Now, if you will all follow me, we will begin the sorting."
Kurt and his classmates marched into the Great Hall behind her. As he entered the room, he noticed the crushing silence that filled it. He ran his hands down his robes, trying to wipe away the sweat that had begun to form on them. He was suddenly very, very nervous. All the first years were shepherded into a group, while Professor McGonagall took her place at the front of the Hall. A short stool with a ratty, old hat placed upon it stood next to her.
"The sorting will begin," she called out in a clear, loud voice. "Anderson, Blaine." A short boy with wildly curly hair looked up, panic stricken. He swallowed, and made his way to the stool. The hat had barely touched the top of his curls when it cried out, "GRYFFINDOR!". A relieved smile spread across his face as he walked over to the table of (presumably) cheering Gryffindors. One by one, the children were sorted into the four Houses. Each time the hat would scream out the name of a House, it would burst into applause. The other Houses would clap politely, or sometimes, not at all. When Professor McGonagall called, "Hummel, Kurt," Kurt felt his legs turn to jelly. He took a shaky breath as he sat down on the low stool. The Sorting Hat was placed upon his head. It seemed to deliberate for a moment, murmuring to itself. It finally came to a decision, yelling "GRYFFINDOR!"
He felt a look of surprise take over his face. He hadn't expected to be a Gryffindor. If anything, he thought the hat would have placed him in Ravenclaw. Frankly, he had never seen himself as very brave. He had always been picked on in the Muggle world. Whether for his taste in clothing, or the fact that he had an incredibly high pitched voice, even for a little boy. He had never even fought back. He just tried not to let it get to him. It did, though. A lot of times, he would cry himself to sleep, wishing his mother was there to comfort him. She had died years prior, after losing a battle with cancer. He missed her like crazy, but he tried not to let it show, for his dad's sake. His mother's death had been hard enough for Kurt's father to bear. Kurt didn't want him to worry about him too.
Kurt snapped himself out of his thoughts. His feet had been on autopilot, so he was over at the Gryffindor table, but had yet to sit down. He forced a smile onto his face as he took a seat next to the boy he had seen earlier, the first one to be sorted. The boy beamed up at him and stuck out his hand. "Blaine," he said. "Blaine Anderson." Kurt took his hand in his own and shook it briefly. "Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Blaine smiled at him again, and Kurt felt his heart skip a beat.
"It's nice to meet you, Kurt." Blaine threw him a genuine smile. "Where are you from?" And they were off. They talked throughout the rest of the sorting, and didn't stop even when supper was served. They mostly spoke of Hogwarts, wondering about their first year, sharing stories their parents had told them, confessing to each other the worries they had. They kept the conversation light and fun, not yet comfortable enough with each other to share personal things. Kurt could feel the shyness of new friendship fading fast, though. He began to smile more openly, making jokes and poking fun at Blaine. He could tell they were going to be great friends.
On the way up to their dormitory, Blaine asked, "Wanna bunk together?" He looked so hopeful, Kurt had to laugh.
"I'd like that," he grinned. Blaine gave him a dazzling smile.
"Race you!" Blaine yelled over his shoulder, already getting a head start. "Last one to the dormitory is a rotten egg!" Kurt laughed as he chased after him, calling out that Blaine cheated. He was starting to really love it there at Hogwarts.
So...how was it? Did it make your knees turn to jelly? (as Blaine would say). Are you screaming for more? Probably not. But, that's cool. Reviews would be wonderful. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.