A/N: So I'm writing another Harry Potter crossover story! This time it's with Glee. Even though the prologue is all Harry Potter, the rest of the story will feature the Glee characters as they travel to Hogwarts and eventually meet the Harry Potter characters. For Harry Potter, this story takes place in Harry's 6th year, except that it's 2011, Snape still teaches potions, and Dumbledore is still alive. For Glee, everything follows canon completely EXCEPT the New Directions won Nationals. Other than that, it picks up right where the second season left off, so the couples you can expect to see are Finchel, Brittana, Pizes, Samcedes, Tike, and Klaine. This story will have drama but it is mostly humorous and cracky, so you have been warned. Thanks for reading :)
It was past midnight, and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry slept quietly in their beds, snuggled under their sheets as rain pounded hard against the windows. It was a cold, miserable night in October, and the animals of the Forbidden Forest had long since sought shelter within the trees. Only one lone figure remained outside, braving the inclement weather. Unseen by anyone, he floated high above the grounds, hovering without the use of a broomstick outside a very specific window on one of Hogwarts' many towers. The rain seemingly did not bother him as it pounded against his bald head and ran down his pale face into his slit-like nostrils. He remained unaffected by the cold as he peered into the window through red, snake-like eyes.
Inside was a magnificent office, and in the center at the exquisite desk sat two men. One was quite old, with long white hair and a matching beard that rested in his lap. The other was younger, with sallow skin and greasy black hair. It was this man who spoke first.
"Might I ask why this meeting had to take place so late, Headmaster?" Snape asked in his usual nasally voice.
"Because," Dumbledore replied gravely, "there is a matter of great importance that I need to discuss with you. We cannot risk being overheard or interrupted." Outside, the man adjusted his Extendible Ear and waited with bated breath.
"Well, then, what is it?" Snape asked with an air of impatience. "Does it have something to do with the Order?"
Dumbledore did not answer immediately. Instead, he stroked his beard thoughtfully before speaking. "I was looking through some old documents, Severus, and I found this." He pulled a paper out of his desk and slid it across the table. Snape leaned in closer to look at it. His demeanor changed immediately. His posture collapsed and color flooded his face.
"That—that's—where did you find that?" he spluttered.
"Just in some old files," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "Why didn't you tell me you had been in the Broadway production of Cats? You know the affinity I have for Muggle theater."
"I…I didn't think it was relevant," Snape replied awkwardly. "It was so long ago…"
"Well, nevertheless, it's given me an excellent idea," Dumbledore continued. "You see, for a long time now, I have wanted to create a Hogwarts glee club. When I was a boy—a very long time ago, mind you—we had a glee club here. We would do the most marvelous eight part harmonies. I sang tenor, if I remember correctly. Oh, we had such fun, traveling all over the countryside, performing Beethoven's latest hits…"
"How old are you?" Snape asked in disbelief.
"It was not only a chance for us to create beautiful music, but a chance for us to get to know one another and share a unique bond," Dumbledore continued, ignoring Snape's question. "And ever since I became headmaster, I knew that I wanted to share that experience with the students that are here now. But the problem was that I could never find someone suitable to be in charge. My headmaster duties prohibited me from manning the helm of such a project. But now that I know you have a background in music, I can finally form the club that I have been anticipating for so long!"
"Now wait a moment, Headmaster," Snape said desperately. "I was on orders from You-Know-Who at the time. I was going undercover in New York and I had to join the show so I didn't arouse any suspicion. I hardly consider that a 'background in music.' You should really consider getting someone else."
"No, I don't think so," Dumbledore said, and Snape's heart sank. "I really think this would be the best thing for the Hogwarts glee club. Besides, you do owe me…or have you forgotten the risks I have gone through to defend you and to keep you at this school?"
"No, I have not forgotten," Snape muttered, looking down at his feet. The last thing he wanted to do was be in charge of a glee club. It had been humiliating enough for him to be demonized by his coworkers and constantly denied the job of Defense Against the Dark Arts, all because he maintained a crucial position as a spy within Voldemort's ranks—the only spy of his kind, as a matter of fact. It would seem that someone who endured work as important as his would be treated with respect and honor at Hogwarts, by Dumbledore at the very least, but here he was, being forced to coach a glee club. However, he did not dare refuse. "I suppose I can be in charge," he conceded with a sigh. "For this year only," he added, trying to hold on to what little dignity he had left.
"That is more than I could have ever hoped for," Dumbledore replied, his eyes coming alive with joy. "Music is the greatest form of magic, after all."
"For your sake, I hope you're right," Snape said, too quietly for Dumbledore to hear. But the figure outside of the window heard, and he withdrew his Extendible Ear with a smirk.
"Yes, I hope you are right, Dumbledore," Lord Voldemort said to himself, still hovering outside of the headmaster's office. "After all, you will need all the magic you can get." He placed the Extendible Ear into the pocket of his robes and flew unassisted into the darkening night sky. When Voldemort had heard that Snape was to have an important conversation with Dumbledore tonight, he had not expected it to be about the formation of a glee club. Nevertheless, an idea was beginning to form in his head. A great and terrible idea that was sure to lead to the utter destruction of Hogwarts and the formation of a new world order under his leadership. Dumbledore had not realized his mistake. "The old fool," Voldemort cackled as he zoomed through the air. "He has played right into my hands once again…"
"You are all simply terrible," Snape said in disgust, looking around the room at the students assembled before him. "Every single one of you. I don't know what possessed you to join a glee club, but none of you can sing for dragon dung. Class dismissed!" He watched with a small amount of satisfaction as the students left the room, some of them nearly in tears. Who did they think they were anyway? So far, not a single member of his club had any technique. They could be taught, surely, but it would take time and effort far beyond Snape's capabilities.
Despite his insistence to the contrary, Snape did have quite an extensive background in music. It had been the reason he was chosen to go undercover as a Broadway star in the first place. During his teenage years, alone and friendless, he had turned to music as an escape from his otherwise dull life. When he left school, he had toyed with the thought of forming a band. He found some other wizards with a marginal amount of talent, and they had spent a few years playing at clubs in London under the name Sevvy and the Warlocks. In the end, though, their drummer left to study Divination in South Africa, and the rest went their separate ways. Without the willpower to carry on with such an unstable career path, Snape had turned back towards the only place he had ever loved: Hogwarts. Dumbledore had offered Snape a job readily, despite Snape's hatred for children, and he had not had another foray into the world of music for many, many years. But he could not deny that he experienced a certain thrill while coaching the Hogwarts glee club, as much as it pained him to admit it. Therefore, he felt a certain desire to make sure the club did well.
What he really needed, Snape thought as he made his way towards the Slytherin common room, was one person who could show the club what their potential was. He needed someone who could really sing, someone who could take the lead. There had to be someone in this school who had some talent. But whoever it was, they hadn't bothered to try out for the glee club. Not that he could blame them. Despite his secret love of music, he hadn't exactly broadcasted the fact that he was running glee club to the rest of the school and the faculty. Most of the students probably hadn't even heard of it, and those who did undoubtedly considered themselves too cool to join.
Snape entered the Slytherin common room and went down the hallway towards the dormitories for his daily inspections. When he passed the boys' dormitory for the sixth years, however, he was stopped in his tracks by the sound of music wafting over his head. Tentatively, he doubled back. It was coming from the communal bathroom within the dorm. Snape glanced around before making his way inside.
The music was much louder within the room, and Snape now caught the sound of the heavy spray of shower water hitting tile. Someone was singing. It was a boy, a tenor, and his voice was rich yet sweet, innocent yet powerful. Snape was transfixed by the sound and his feet carried him through the bathroom, past the stalls and around the corner to the showers, where a white-blond head of hair could be seen over the tops of the cubicles. His eyes were closed as he sang passionately to the shower head.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
Suddenly, as if sensing Snape's presence, the boy stopped singing and his eyes snapped open. He immediately turned off the shower and reached for a towel, draping it around his waist. "I'm sorry Professor," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to—I won't do it again."
"It's alright, Malfoy," Snape said, still in a state of shock. "I just had no idea…"
"No idea what?" Malfoy asked, looking at Snape curiously. He opened the door to the cubicle and stepped out, carrying his shampoo bag in one hand,
"No idea that it was you who was causing the ruckus," Snape said, coming to his senses. "There are students trying to do homework, you know."
"Of course," Malfoy said, looking down at his feet. He made to go around Snape and leave the bathroom, but Snape couldn't let him go that easily. He wanted—no, needed—Malfoy to join the glee club. He was exactly the kind of miracle Snape had been looking for.
"Actually, I'm not done," Snape said, causing Malfoy to pause. "It has also come to my attention that your grades have been less than satisfactory since school began. I would have thought that after getting only three O.W.L.s, you would start out this year by trying a little harder."
"But sir," Malfoy protested. He lowered his voice. "Why does it matter? I mean, is You-Know-Who really going to care—"
"It's about appearances, you idiot!" Snape interrupted with a hiss. "If you are not going to put time into your studies, I would be happy to find another way for you to spend that time."
"That won't be necessary," Malfoy mumbled.
"I hope not," Snape said. "But just in case…I would like you to serve an hour's worth of detention this week. For making noise while people were trying to study." He smiled, pleased with himself. This was working out perfectly.
"Uh, alright," Malfoy said unhappily. "Are you going to write home to my father?"
"Not this time," Snape said, and Malfoy looked relieved. "But don't think I won't do it if I need to. I want to see you on Tuesday at four, in the old music room."
"Why not in your office?" Malfoy asked with confusion.
Snape smirked. "You'll see."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood nervously within the large circle of Dumbledore's office. For a fourth time since school had started only a month ago, they had found themselves caught outside of their dormitory after hours by the school caretaker, Mr. Filch. Needless to say, Filch had not been pleased, and since the threesome seemed to be making no effort to change their behavior, they had been sent to see Headmaster Dumbledore. Now they were standing in front of his ornate desk, waiting. Harry, who had been in this office countless times before, was relatively unaffected by the whole experience. Ron simply looked around in interest. Hermione, on the other hand, was beside herself with anxiety.
"I can't believe this!" she wailed for the third time. "Five whole school years and I never got sent to see the headmaster, and now this is how I start my sixth year? I am a prefect! I can't afford to get in trouble. What are we going to do?"
"Relax, Hermione," Ron said wearily. "Dumbledore loves us. He'll give us a slap on the wrist and we'll be on our merry way."
"Easy for you to say," Hermione retorted. "You don't have a spotless record to maintain."
"Hey, let's not forget whose fault it is that we're here," Ron said defensively. "Harry's the reason that we have to keep sneaking out to feed Feenicks."
"I can't believe you actually thought it would be a good idea to raise a bear inside the Room of Requirement," Hermione said in disbelief. "Really, Harry, what were you thinking?"
"You guys love Feenicks," Harry reminded them. "And I don't remember anyone protesting when we got him in the first place."
"Well that was obviously a mistake," Hermione said, her voice going shill. "Honestly, the first thing I am going to do when we get out of here is go and strangle that stupid bear!"
"Good afternoon," a voice said suddenly, and Hermione stopped talking, looking up in alarm.
"Professor," she squeaked. "I'm sorry, I was just…"
"There is no need to apologize," Dumbledore assured her. "Please sit down." The three of them took a seat in the three chairs that had suddenly appeared on the other side of Dumbledore's desk. Despite Dumbledore's calm demeanor, Hermione did not look reassured, and she sat down on the edge of her chair, shifting slightly with anxiety. "Now, I understand you all are here because you have been caught breaking the curfew several times." The three kids nodded silently. "Mr. Filch informed me that he did not give you detention because he had done so previously and it had not stopped you from sneaking out again. He was hoping that I would suggest a punishment that was a bit stronger." Dumbledore looked at them curiously. "Do you enjoy detentions?"
"Not at all, sir," Hermione said quickly. "It's just that...well.."
"We didn't think we'd get caught so many times," Harry admitted. "So we kept sneaking out." Beside him, Ron shrugged apologetically.
"Well instead of making the punishments harsher and harsher, which, quite frankly, helps no one, I think that maybe what you three need is another way to be spending your time. You do have a remarkable propensity for getting into trouble." Dumbledore looked at them with a bit of admiration, but also disapproval. Hermione bit her lip.
"Like what?" she asked warily.
"Professor Snape has recently formed a glee club," Dumbledore said. "And if you three students join, they will have enough members to compete at Sectionals. I think that joining the glee club would be a great way for you to...express yourselves."
"Sir," Harry protested, unable to stand the thought of Snape and a glee club in one place. "Can't we just do another detention?"
"Like I said, the detentions seem to be having very little effect," Dumbledore said. "I think that in time you will come to enjoy the glee club and the valuable lessons you learn there. I would hate to see such talent go to waste." He smiled in such a way that the three kids knew that there would be no protesting. "You will attend a meeting in the music room at four," he said, and as he spoke, the door behind them opened automatically.
"Yes, sir," Harry said with a sigh as the three of them stood to leave.
"I look forward to hearing your first performance!" Dumbledore called after them as they left.
"Talent," Ron muttered as they walked down the corridor a few minutes later. "What sort of talent does he think we have, anyway? Do either of you sing?"
Harry shook his head. "I'm pretty sure I've never sang at all in my life," he said. He glanced over at Hermione.
"I did choir for several years, actually," she admitted. "But not since I came to Hogwarts."
"Mum used to make us put on performances for her in the house," Ron said, "and they were disastrous. Well, except for Ginny, she is actually pretty good. Fred and George would always toss things into her hair while she sang, though."
"Ugh, this is going to be terrible!" Harry said. "Can you imagine spending an hour a week with Snape?"
Ron sighed. "Well," he pointed out, " we won't have to imagine it..."
"Alright everyone, listen up," Snape said. "We have twelve people, which means we qualify for competitions, and if we qualify, we are going to win, is that clear? I want to see us at Internationals in June."
"But, Professor," Hermione said, "we haven't actually sung anything yet. How do you know we're even good enough?"
"Because I have faith in you," Snape responded kindly.
Hermione looked surprised. "Really?" she asked hopefully.
"No! Of course not. You children are nothing more than a group of sloppy idiots who have no vision or creativity. I can only hope that I can whip you into shape in time. Because we will get to Internationals, is that understood?" Everyone looked around at each other and nodded uncertainly. "Good. To begin, I've picked a song that I hope all of you know because otherwise, well, you suck." He walked over to the piano and picked up a stack of sheet music. "Creevey, come here," he commanded. Colin Creevey got up from his seat and Snape handed him the music to pass out.
"Sir," Malfoy said, looking down at the music. "Who will be doing the male solo?"
"You, of course, Malfoy," Snape replied, and Malfoy grinned smugly. "And the female solo will go to Ginny Weasley."
Harry glanced over at Ginny, who was sitting next to him. Then he raised his hand. "Professor, why can't I have a chance to sing the male solo?"
Snape stared at Harry for a long time with his eyebrows raised. There was silence. Then Crabbe and Goyle began to guffaw loudly. "You are not talented enough, Harry," Snape said with a smirk. "The solo will go to Malfoy." Harry sank down in his seat, upset.
"Sir," Lavender Brown interrupted. "If we're going to be performing in competitions, we need a name, don't we?"
Snape rolled his eyes. "We are the Hogwarts Glee Club," he said. Lavender looked disappointed. "Now, if you will all open your music and look at the first page..."
"How about the Wailing Witches?" Parvati suggested.
"We aren't all witches," Malfoy snapped. "So that's a stupid suggestion."
"The Wailing Wizards?" Colin asked.
"I said, we're the Hogwarts Glee Club," Snape interrupted sternly. "Now if we could stop wasting time and get to the music..."
"Double Treble!" Neville exclaimed. "You know, like 'Double Trouble', but with a treble clef."
"How about Scarmony?" Harry said.
Everyone began shouting out name suggestions as Snape tried unsuccessfully to quiet them down. The options were getting worse as the puns became more and more forced, until finally one voice carried over the rest of them. "Crescendowls," Luna said airily. Everyone became quiet.
"What did you say?" Hermione asked.
"Crescendowls," Luna repeated. "Like crescendo. And owls."
"That name is simply terrible," Snape said. "I didn't think someone could come up with a name worse than Hogwarts, but you just did it."
"It's...perfect," Malfoy said in awe.
"Agreed," Ron said.
"It rolls off the tongue," Harry added.
Snape looked around the room in bewilderment. "So I guess we're...Crescneowls?" There was a collective nod. "Alright," he said in disgust. "Whatever. Let's just get to the singing already." He glanced behind him to the band of warlocks that he had hired to help with rehearsals. "Hit it!"
Everyone began to harmonize uncertainly. After a couple of measures, Malfoy came in with his solo. "Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, he took the midnight train going anywhere."
He was pretty good, Harry had to admit. But he was not at all prepared for the voice that came next. "Just a city boy," Ginny sang, "born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere."
Ginny had the voice of an angel. Harry forgot his part as he listened to her and Malfoy alternate stanzas. The rest of the club sang more strongly, feeding off the energy from the two soloists. Harry hated to admit it, but they sounded really, really good.
"Don't stop believing! Hold on to that feeling! Streetlight people..." Harry jumped up in his seat as they got to the refrain, and so did everyone else, dancing around the room as they sang. Lavender and Parvati climbed onto the piano. Crabbe, Goyle, and Colin hoisted Ginny and Malfoy into the air. Neville grabbed Snape and they began to tango. It was madness, but they sounded amazing. "Don't stop!" they all belted out at the end. The music stopped abruptly and they all collapsed into their chairs, cheering.
"Well," Malfoy said when he'd caught his breath, "I think we're ready for Sectionals!"