Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or settings of Glee, nor do I own the characters or settings of Harry Potter. I also do not own the ideas depicted in StarKid's A Very Potter Musical or A Very Potter Sequel. I am in no way claiming that I came up with any of the characters or plotlines – I just mashed the two together for fun.
Author's Note: This is my first ever crossover, and I really hope you like it – whether you be a Glee fan, or a fan of the Harry Potter aspects. I wrote this story mainly in dedication to my blog's followers, and I'd also like to dedicate it to the people who are fans of both StarKid productions and Darren Criss in Glee.
A Very Potter Gleequel
Chapter One: Dear Mr Hummel
"I want your love and I want your revenge – you and me could write a bad romance," Lady GaGa sang loudly over Kurt's alarm clock. Instead of angrily smashing the snooze button, as so many of his friends would have done, Kurt beamed and hopped out of bed, singing and dancing along with the tune until it faded out and came to an end.
"Hello, Pavarotti!" he said cheerfully. "How are you this morning?" The yellow canary replied with a twitter, tickling a smile out of Kurt. Today was Kurt's seventeenth birthday, and he was planning on making it a memorable one, no matter what ugly surprises may arise.
"Morning Dad – just getting the mail!" Kurt shouted as he skipped down the spiral staircase, but there was no response. He figured Burt was already out for the day and he would see his father later.
Kurt stretched out his front door to the silver mailbox perched on the brick wall. It was normally just out of arm's reach, but on this warm, sunny morning, he had no trouble grabbing the stack of envelopes from inside it without setting foot on the porch. Kurt considered this stretch a personal achievement, and as such, it should be celebrated. He got himself a muffin from the counter, which he assumed Carole had made the night prior, and started shuffling through the mail at the dining room table.
"Party invites from Rachel for Finn and I... Bills for Dad and Carole... Hello, hello, what's this?" Kurt held the final envelope up to the light and read it a few times over to be sure he was seeing things properly.
Mr Kurt Hummel
The Fanciest Bedroom
27 Liberty Street
He turned the letter over to see the seal – a shield of some sort garnished with a capital H. Kurt knew this crest well, and when he saw it, he began to panic. He tore open the letter and sure enough, the words were addressed to him, plain as day. He, Kurt Hummel, would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!
Kurt remembered thinking that someone must be playing a joke on him, but that thought didn't last very long. He would be going to Hogwarts! There was nothing to disprove that this letter wasn't real; today it just seemed possible.
"I have to tell Blaine before I leave!" Kurt exclaimed.
As though life was being controlled by his thoughts, Blaine turned the corner and came into the kitchen wearing his Dalton uniform. Kurt suddenly felt very silly in his pyjama pants and cotton bathrobe. Blaine didn't seem to notice. "Hey Kurt, what's up?"
"I'm going to Hogwarts this year!"
"That's so great to hear; I'm jealous of you!"
Kurt wanted to tell Blaine he would miss him while he was away at school, but he didn't want to say anything that might drive Blaine away. Kurt had come to accept that if they were supposed to be together, it would happen on its own.
"Well," Blaine said with a shrug. "You should probably get going to buy your school stuff, huh?"
Kurt was taken aback by how much Blaine knew about Hogwarts, but he did love to shop.
Blaine suddenly threw a handful of dust on Kurt and shouted, "Floo powder power! Floo powder power!"
"Wait, what? Blaine!" But it was too late. Whatever Blaine had done to Kurt, it had sent him, somehow fully dressed, to a quaint little shop.
"Um, hello?" Kurt said hesitantly to a small woman in dark blue robes. "Where am I?"
"Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, dear." He couldn't help but think that Madam Malkin looked a lot like his old math teacher.
"So I buy my Hogwarts robes here?"
"That's the idea."
Kurt smirked and did a quick scan of the room – a variety of colours, styles, fabrics and glitter. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
Even though over an hour had passed, to Kurt, it felt miniscule. He only wished the bags he carried could be minimized, too. When Kurt stepped out of the shop and onto the cobblestone walkway of Diagon Alley, he could not believe his eyes. Witches and wizards were crowding around exotic shops and he could practically feel the magic in the air.
It was all so surreal; he wished Blaine could share the moment with him. Maybe it was because Kurt was thinking of his crush, but he could have sworn he saw Blaine's face reflected in someone else's. He knew it couldn't be Blaine, though, because this boy had really long, curly hair and round glasses. But as the boy turned toward him, Kurt saw his crush's face again.
"Excuse me?" Kurt said, pushing his way through the crowd to the other side of the street. "Blaine?" The boy who looked like Blaine didn't react. Kurt tapped him three times on the shoulder and he spun on his heel. "Blaine, it's me!"
The boy furrowed his thick brow. "Who's Blaine? My name is Harry Potter."