This is my first fanfiction. Constructive criticism is loved. It's just a little Harry Potter/Glee crossover plot bunny I had in my head for the longest time, so I just had to write it down.

The timeline is a little bit skewed, because I'm trying to fit in as much as I can in here. So, Harry defeated Voldemort at the end of 6th year, not 7th. But everything that happened from his 1st to 7th year all happened, so the deaths, the victories, everything still happened. I just squished everything into 6years as opposed to 7. I hope it's not too hard to understand.

And sorry in advance for any and all spelling and grammar mistakes I make. This is not Beta'd and if I get the chance to, I may edit it in the future.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Dalton Academy for Boys was an ordinary school for ordinary children. Blaine Anderson, a student of Dalton, always thought he was one of those ordinary children. After all, levitating items, and making items appear and disappear with his mind was perfectly normal… right? His mother once scolded him and told him that 'muggles', whatever those were, must never know that he could do these things with his mind. Blaine was a student at Dalton Academy for Boys, an ordinary school for ordinary children, but he began to think that was not so ordinary.

"Man, those exams were freaking hard!" Sean Thomas, a friend of Blaine's exclaimed as the two walked towards their dorms.

"I know. Mr. Sanders' tests are impossible. I just hope I pass." Blaine sighs, reaching his door, he waves to Sean as he enters his room, getting ready to pack up and leave Dalton for the summer.

Upon arriving in his room, Blaine looks up and jumps as he notices he wasn't the only one in his room. At the windowsill perched a tawny owl with a roll of parchment. Quirking his eyebrow, Blaine walks over to the owl.

"How did you get in here?" Blaine mumbles, seeing the owl stick out its leg where the parchment was attached, motioning for Blaine to take it off. Blaine took the parchment from the owl and as soon as he got the parchment off, the owl took off before Blaine could say or do anything.

Blinking at where the owl used to be, Blaine shakes his head, looking at the letter and unravelling it, as he read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

Or is it Mr. Anderson? –

Blaine snorted at how unprofessional the letter was, especially since it seemed to be stamped with a school crest, but continued reading. He raised a brow at being referred to Potter, but assumed it was him once Anderson was addressed.

Never mind that. Blaine, it is time that you hear about the truth behind your past, and your father. Your mother did a fine job in concealing you from Voldemort, but it is finally the right time to tell you the truth, especially now that Voldemort is defeated. Now you must be wondering why I would call you Mr. Potter. Blaine, your father's name was Jonathan Potter. Jonathan Potter was the son of Jim Potter and only brother to James Potter. He was a strong, compassionate wizard. Blaine, you are a wizard and the son to this very Jonathon Potter. You've probably noticed that you are a little different from everyone else; you can levitate things, you can make things disappear and reappear. You might think it's odd, but it is not at all. You are a wizard, Blaine. You can do magic. And with the proper education at Hogwarts, you will be able to completely harness and use the gift of magic. Your credits done at Dalton Academy for Boys can be directly transferred to Hogwarts, but practical lessons are required. Hogwarts will provide you with a schedule unique to the practical lessons and your courses, which you have the privilege of choosing after the first month of school. Also, you have a cousin, Harry Potter, who would be more than happy to guide you along the Hogwarts Curriculum. Just don't go to him for any Divination or Potions help; I'm sure Hermione Granger would gladly help you in those subjects-

Blaine chuckled at the writer's sense of humour, wondering if he would even meet this Hermione Granger.

Also, your written OWLs can be transferred to Hogwarts, but you will be required to do your practical OWLs at the end of the year. Your continuation of courses depends on your OWLs, so best of luck to you.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Please repeat this to your mother, Lilac Anderson; Voldemort is dead. He will never come back again. You are both finally safe from him. And I am truly sorry for your lost.

Blaine then looked at the few pieces of parchment attached to the first letter, and noticed that it contained an acceptance letter to Hogwarts, a list of books and other materials required for his courses, and his schedule. Blaine read through the first letter again, from this Albus Dumbledore person, and, despite the writer's humour, Blaine was not happy. Could he trust the letter? Maybe it was a joke. After all, wizards didn't exist. But the letter obviously stated that the writer knows about how he levitates things, and his mother's name. And, who would train an owl, of all things,to bring the letter to him, when they could have easily placed it in his room, as it was situated on the first floor, especially for a prank?

Shaking his head, he placed the parchment on his desk as he packed up the rest of his things. He'd ask his mother about it later.

"Mum?" Blaine called once he walked downstairs from his room, where he had finished unpacking.

"Yes, dear? I'm in the living room," a sweet voice called from across the hall. Blaine gulped, gripping the letter as he walked to where his mother was.

Walking into the living room, he stood in front of his mother, as the woman looked up from her novel, a warm smile on her face. Lilac Anderson was a beautiful woman in her mid 40's, but looked no older than early 30's. She had warm hazelnut eyes, dark hair that flowed past her shoulders, a tanned complexion and the features of a beautiful, exotic Filipino woman. Blaine was told by her mother that he looked exactly like his father, except for his eyes. Those warm pools of creamy hazelnut were unmistakably from his mother.

"Mum?" Blaine repeated.

"Yes, dear?"

"… Who's Jonathan Potter?"

The smile immediately changed to a frown. His mother drew in a deep breath, as if contemplating what to say to him, as she slowly said, "Where did you hear that from, dear?"

Blaine slowly raised his hand where the parchment was crumpled up in his hands, as he unknowingly balled his hands into fists, anticipating his mother's reply. He offered the parchment to his mother who slowly took it and read it. Drawing in more deep breaths, his mother set the parchment down and motioned for Blaine to sit down next to her on the couch, indicating the conversation could be lengthy.

His mother looked deep into Blaine's eyes, turning her body to face him as she placed her hands over his, "Jonathan Potter is your father, Blaine. And you are indeed a wizard."

Blaine wanted to jerk his hands out from his mother's, wanted to ask a million questions at once, wanted to storm into his room and lock himself there so he could hear no more of what his mother was going to say. He was torn. He wanted to know about his father, about magic, but he was scared. He felt betrayed by his own mother, for lying to him. He was angry, but also curious. His curiosity got the better of him, as he kept his hands still, underneath his mother's as she continued.

"Wizards. They are classified by blood. Purebloods, half-bloods, muggleborn. Your father, Blaine, was a Pureblood." She started, "The Potters, they're a proud family; a long lineage of powerful Pureblood men and women. I am, as you might have suspected, just a muggle; a non-magic human being. I can't levitate things, I can't make things disappear; a wand is just a wooden stick when placed in my hands."

"Where's he now then? Is he dead? Can he, being a Pureblood, even marry you, mother? Did he force this on you?" Blaine's eyes were wide as his mouth shot question after question.

"Sh, sh." Lilac placed a finger over Blaine's lips as the teen stopped, looking into his mother's eyes as the same warm hazelnut eyes looked back with a sheen of unshed tears, "Jonathan Potter met me when he was doing an intern at a muggle hospital; I was a nurse there. We quickly fell in love, and before I knew it, I was introduced to the world of magic, and Jonathan's parents. The Potters are very… keen on continuing their long line of Purebloods, so of course they opposed of me, being a muggle and all. But Jonathan thought that his parents wouldn't mind. He was the second born child. In most Pureblood families, only the eldest child has the responsibility of continuing the lineage. But then we heard that James, Jonathan's elder brother, had married a muggleborn. And Jonathan was therefore expected to continue the lineage. Jonathan opposed, and his parents erased him from the Potter family tree…"

Blaine could see his mother was having trouble keeping her tears in, as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief; keeping a handkerchief in their pockets was something the Dalton boys always did. Lilac accepted it gratefully with a small smile, as she dabbed lightly at her eyes and continued, "So, we eloped. We lived in muggle London, and we were happy there. But there was a crazy maniac on the loose in the wizarding world, Voldemort. Voldemort was hunting down the Potters. We hid as best as we could, but eventually…" Lilac sobbed quietly. Blaine hugged his mother. He understood. This Voldemort person had killed his father. Blaine rubbed small circles on his mother's back, calming her down, as she cried in the handkerchief. "Since we eloped, my name was never put down on the Potter tree as the legitimate wife of Jonathan, so Voldemort didn't even look for me. I… I was a few months pregnant with you, Blaine. I couldn't afford to go look for Jon when he went missing and was supposedly reported dead. I took the earliest flight to Ohio, where your grandparents lived, and I fled…"

Blaine hugged his mother tightly and kissed her forehead, hoping his mother would calm down. Not ever in his 16 years had he ever seen his mother cry, it was frightening to see his pillar, his support, break down like that in front of him.

"Harry Potter…" Lilac spoke after calming down, "I remember him. He's James and Lily Potter's son. The last time I saw him, he was only 2 months old." She smiled softly, "I'm glad he made it out alive…"

Blaine looked at his mother, "… Do you think I should go to Hogwarts…?" he whispered softly.

There was a moment of silence where Lilac was considering the options, and slowly spoke, "… I think… that it'd be best if you went to Hogwarts. There's nothing I can help you with when it comes to wizardry. It's about time you went somewhere that could educate you on magic, and help you control your spontaneous wandless magic. God knows you need it, with you making the furniture levitate, and making the pillows spontaneously combust."

Blaine grinned at the memory, but then looked at his mother worriedly, "What about you, mother? Will you be staying here?"

Lilac thought for a moment before smiling, eyes clear of tears, "How about we take a visit to see your cousin, Blaine?"

Blaine blinked, not minding that his mother avoided his question, as he smiled, "That'd be great."

Harry Potter was enjoying himself immensely. After the war which had stretched through 6th year, Harry was extremely happy to finally have the time to relax, with Voldemort defeated. The teen grinned as he watched George jump on Ron's back and exclaiming that Ron would be his pet dragon, except less ferocious. Like a baby dragon, but more of a kitten. With Voldemort gone, Harry no longer needed to stay with the Dursleys, and therefore spent the summer over at The Burrow with Ron and the Weasleys. Harry was enjoying his time at The Burrow, feeling as though a large burden had been lifted off his shoulders, as the responsibility of killing Voldemort was finally lifted off from him.

There was a snap nearby, signalling that someone had apparated in the vicinity of the Weasleys' household. Molly Weasley looked out from the kitchen, as the figure of Minerva McGonagall strode over towards the Burrow.

"Headmistress McGonagall!" Molly hurried outside to welcome their guest.

"Sorry for the sudden visit, Mrs. Weasley," Minerva smiled at Molly as the two hugged and Molly ushered the headmistress of Hogwarts into The Burrow. George, Ron and Harry, being the only ones in the house at the moment, nodded their greetings towards their headmistress.

"So, what brings you to our household, Headmistress?" Molly smiled, offering her guest a cup of tea, as Minerva sat at the small kitchen table.

"I have some news to give to Mr. Potter, actually." Minerva spoke, thanking Molly for the cup of tea. Molly understood, and ushered her boys upstairs with her, leaving Harry alone with the headmistress.

"Professor McGonagall." Harry greeted, sitting down across from her, looking a bit worried. Would this be about his studies last year, which he missed a significant amount of due to hunting down Horcruxes?

Minerva smiled, "It's alright, my boy. I just came here to tell you of your… extended family." Harry raised a brow, intrigued, as Minerva continued, "Your cousin, Blaine, is going to be transferring to Hogwarts this coming year, and I was wondering if you could guide him along the curriculum."

Harry looked shocked, but overjoyed at the thought that he had another living relative aside from the horrid Dursleys. "I… I have a cousin? And he's coming to Hogwarts?"

Minerva smiled and nodded, "Now, due to his circumstances, he has no clue how to use a wand, and has no knowledge of magic. So I was wondering if you could tutor him in, at least, Defence Against the Dark Arts. And if you could be so kind and to ask Granger if she could tutor him in Potions, I think it would benefit him greatly. He needs to take his practical OWLs at the end of the year, so please help him prepare for them. I know it will be hard for him, especially since it was hard ever for normal students who had 5 years of studying magic to pass OWLs with at least an Acceptable, but if you could help him along…" Minerva looked hopeful at the student.

Harry grinned, "I would be more than happy to. I'm just happy that there is someone related to me still alive! When do I meet Blaine? Where does he live? Maybe I could pay him a visit instead…"

Minerva chuckled, "Actually, I already spoke to his mother, and I told them you'd meet them at the London airport to pick them up tomorrow at 4."

Harry looked a bit shocked, but then looked at his Transfiguration Professor sceptically, "Professor Dumbledore sure rubbed off on you," he spoke fondly of the former Headmaster.

Minerva smiled softly, "He sure has a little bit."

Harry laughed, "Alright, so I'm to pick up Blaine and his mother at the London airport tomorrow?"

Minerva nodded, "I'll speak to Mr. Weasley and see if he'd be willing to drive you over to pick them up. It might take a bit of convincing, seeing as he swore to keep you away from all muggle vehicles after the incident in second year."

"As long as it's not a flying car, I'm sure it'll be fine." Harry grinned.

Minerva smiled, standing up and clapped the boy on the shoulder, "Thank you so much," she says earnestly, "for everything."

Harry smiled, getting up to walk the headmistress to the door.

"I'll see you at Hogwarts, dear." Minerva smiled, shaking Harry's hand before walking out of The Burrow and apparated away.

There was a stumble heard from the stairs as an extendable ear was seen at the bottom of the stairs. Raising a brow, Harry looked up to see Ron and George grinning at him.

"Is it true? You have a cousin?" Ron asked, grinning madly.

Harry smiled widely, "Yeah, I can't wait to meet him."

Ron nodded in agreement, "It'll be bloody brilliant. I'm so happy for you, Harry. And if he's anything like you, we'll have another best mate soon! And wait till Hermione hears about this! She'll be so bloody happy that she can tutor someone in Potions."

Harry laughed and nodded, nervously anticipating tomorrow.

After booking the tickets, talking to Minerva McGonagall, who was apparently the Headmistress of Hogwarts, about Harry picking them up, and a long 8 hour flight, Blaine was nervously walking out of the airport, pushing along the trolley of bags with his mother beside him. The headmistress told Blaine that Harry would be waiting at the airport in Arrivals at 4. Blaine checked the time. It was 4:15. He looked around, for a sign, anything that indicated who Harry was.

Then he saw him. A boy, about his age, his height, with unruly black hair and round glasses, with piercing green eyes that stared back into his own hazelnut eyes. Then he smiled, as his almost perfect mirror image smiled back, the two walking towards each other. Lilac looked at the two boys in amusement, walking towards to green eyed boy as well.

"Hi, I'm Blaine." Blaine spoke first as the two boys finally were close enough to greet each other, as he offered the other boy a handshake, "You must be Harry."

Harry grinned, accepting the handshake, "That I am, mate." He then looked at Blaine's mother and offered a handshake to her, "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Lilac laughed lightly, shaking the boy's hand, "Call me Lilac, I'm Blaine's mother."

Harry smiled, "Come on, Mr. Weasley's waiting in the car. I'm currently living with them, and they offered a place for you two before Hogwarts starts. They're a real nice bunch, I'm best friends with one of them, Ron. You'll love him; he's a fun guy to be around. And there's Hermione who's coming next week. She's also one of my best mates. McGonagall said that Hermione's going to tutor you in Potions. She's great and all, but she's a bit of a nerd, so beware of redoing essays if they're not perfect. But she's fun to be around, I'm sure you'll love her too. They're easy to be around, my friends, that is." Harry ranted

Blaine grinned, "That sounds totally awesome. Lead the way."

Lilac walked behind the two as they swapped stories of their childhood, as she smiled to herself. Blaine was safe. Harry survived. They'll be good for each other.

I'm trying to get all of the introduction parts out of the way as fast as possible, so we can get to the Klaine and Drarry of the story, so sorry if the first few chapters seem a bit rushed and choppy.

Next chapter: Blaine meets Ron and Hermione, and take his first visit to Diagon Alley!

Reviews are forever loved. Thanks.

-Val.