So I know this is really bad of me considering I am nowhere near done with my other stories, but this is an idea I have had for quite a while.

SUMMARY: This is set post DH and in the 3rd Season of Glee. I know that Karofsky isn't there but he'll leave soon. All the DH is relevant apart from the fact that Harry doesn't get back together with Ginny and he had a secret relationship with Draco Malfoy in Sixth year.

Shannon Beiste and Vernon Dursley are half-siblings. When Petunia, Vernon and Marge are killed in a revenge attack against Harry after he killed Voldemort, Beiste gets custody of Dudley and Harry. How is she going to deal with memories of her own bullying, a war-torn teen, and an overweight bully?

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Harry Potter and Glee, and I gain no monetary profit from this.

Enjoy!

The room swam slightly before her and she sat down heavily with the help of the lawyer. It seemed so surreal. Sure she had never really had any contact with her brother, birthday and Christmas cards were the extent of their relationship, but him being gone, was just inconceivable. She would never receive one of those incredibly generic Christmas cards again and the inevitable angry letter from them when they discovered that she had once again not sent her nephew a present. She simply refused to after spending her first and only Christmas with the family, seeing the masses of presents and then her nephew had the audacity to complain that 32 presents was not enough. She was disgusted and glad that she never had any family when she saw how easily her brother and his wife had caved. After stating that the boy was incredibly spoiled she had given up all hope of ever connection with that side of her family.

"Ms Beiste, are you alright?" The family lawyer asked worriedly. In all the years that he had known Shannon, he had never seen her looking as frail as she did now. And when you are heavy built like all of their family, looking frail was not an easy task.

Shannon nodded not trusting her voice quite yet.

The lawyer continued, "As I was saying, because of your relationship with your brother and the … way … you are related, it is uncertain as to whether you'll get anything."

Shannon understood what he meant. Her mother was a waitress who had an affair with Richard 'Dick' Dursley while he was in America on business. When she was young Dick died and with him child support. Lucy Beiste her mother used the last of her money to travel to England hoping that poor Shannon would have a better life in England if Mrs Dursley, Dick's wife, would be willing to take her in. But she had no compassion for the last surprise that Dick left behind and kicked them to the curb. Having no money, Lucy and 4 year old Shannon were forced to stay in England; the Dursleys didn't like that. She was forced to take out a restraining order against Mrs Dursley, which pushed their departure date back even further. Eventually Lucy and a 12 year old Shannon had returned, but not before Mrs Dursley had turned the two families against each other. Suffice to say the Dursleys didn't like her and so she wasn't expecting anything. She didn't want anything, and she told the lawyer as much.

"That may be but the fact is you may get custody of the two boys."

At that point Shannon Beiste nearly did faint. "Custody?" She asked, hating how her voice trembled.

The lawyer, Mr Edwards, nodded, "Yes, custody of your 17 year old nephew Dudley Dursley –" At this point he broke off noticing that Shannon had turned deathly white. "Are you alright?" He asked for the second time since he had broken the news.

Nodding, she asked, "Who is the other boy? As far as I am aware, the Dursleys only ever had one son, and that was Dudley."

"Ah yes that would be Harry James Potter, age 17. He is Petunia Dursley's nephew. "

"If he is not related to me why am I going to get to custody of him?"

"Mr Potter is an orphan, no family whatsoever to speak of. Recently though he was involved in the terrorist attacks in Britain. His school was hit the worst and he was severely injured. The court had decided, even though he is technically emancipated because of his status as Lord Black and Lord Potter, it would be better for both his physical and mental recovery if has a guardian."

Shannon groaned. Not only did she have to look after her spoilt pig of a nephew, she had to care for a severely injured and war-damaged teen as well. Who was probably stuck up if he was part of the British Aristocracy and the Lord of two houses at 17. Why did have to be her? Surely there were other relatives?

"What Vernon's sister Marge?" She looked at the lawyer unable to tell if she was hopeful or worried.

"Mr Dursley's sister Marjorie Dursley was visiting at the time and also died in the attack." Mr Edwards stood up unaware of the mixture of emotions that Shannon was feeling at the moment. He snapped his briefcase closed, shook her hand and told her that they would be in touch soon to 'finalise further details'.

As he made to leave though, she had one more question. "How did they die?"

There was a pause and then…

"You don't want to know."

Accompanied by a shutting door.

The rest of the week was hell for Shannon. After being told that her only family was dead on Sunday she then had to pretend everything was normal next day at school. So she spent half her week anxiously waiting for Mr Edwards to return, he had after all said 'We'll be in touch,' and the other half reliving her horrible childhood memories most of which stemmed for the hate that Mrs Dursley bore towards her family; a hate that had been passed onto her children. Vernon and Marge expressed this hate in the only way they could; bullying. So it came as no surprise, to herself at least, when she finally cracked on Friday last period.

Shannon rubbed her temple; she'd just received the invitation to the Dursley's funeral which made the loss of her only family really sink in. The screaming teenagers and the flashbacks she had been having all day didn't really help the pulsing headache in the middle of her forehead. Giving up on the football plays for next week's game, she left the locker room and headed for nurse. Rounding the corner, the crash of someone being slammed against the lockers and the loud cry of 'Get out of my way fag!', reached her ears, echoing the own abusive cries in her head.

'Hey look, here comes the hermaphrodite!'

Not really knowing why, she suddenly shouted, "Karofsky! Adams! Here now!"

The boys looked confusedly at each other. What did their coach wanted? But nonetheless, Karofsky dropped Kurt from where he had him pinned against the lockers and both of them cautiously approached their coach.

"Did I see you bullying Kurt?" She asked in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

"Just having a friendly tussle, that's all coach."

"Hmm…" That was the only indication that she gave that she had actually heard their cover story which only a true idiot – or a very trusting one – could fall for. Looking at Kurt's petrified face and the fact that he had been called a fag, a very derogatory term, she made her decision.

"Adams if I see you involved in anything like this, there will be consequences – severe consequences." Turning she addressed Karofsky, "You are benched for next week's game." Cutting off his protests she continued, "If you complain it will be the next 2 games as well."

Turning on her heel and leaving shocked student behind, she headed back to her office. She felt a lot better; her headache was gone and her own memories of being bullied in High School quiet in her head. Yes, she felt better. Picking up the phone, she rang the airline company. She had a funeral to get to in Britain.

The outbursts of that incident were, as Shannon predicted, tremendous. Apparently no one, not even Will, liked the fact that the star football player had been benched less than a week before the game; and in some eyes, without reason.

"Shannon I demand that you let David Karofsky play at next week's game," Principal Figgins said.

She just sat there. Even though Figgins was technically her employer he couldn't do anything to her. Sue could however; she would have to watch her closely.

Will turned to her, "Can't you just let him off with a warning?"

She faced him, incredulous at what she was hearing. "Kurt, one of your 'Glee Kids' was mentally and physically bullied by Karofsky and you want him to be let off with a warning?"

Shannon stood up, "David Karofsky is benched for the next game and that is final."

She left, the door banging loudly in her wake. She could hear Will running after her, calling her name, telling her to stop. But she had no intention of letting the man speak to her.

Grabbing her shoulder and spinning he around Will asked, "What the hell is wrong with you? You've been acting weird all week!"

"'What the hell is wrong with me?' What the hell is wrong with you? You just recommended a warning for the kid who daily bullies one of your damn 'Glee Kids'! You walk past them throwing Kurt in the dumpster every day and you don't do anything!" Aware of the crowd they had attracted Shannon lowered her voice, "You're a nice guy Will I just thought that you were better than that."

Will had stood there shaking during her rant and when she finished he recoiled as if slapped. "Shannon…"

She put a hand up to stop him from saying anything. "Don't. Just don't," She said not wanting to hear whatever his lame excuse would be.

She left turning on her heel, surprising masses of spying students, "Now if you'll excuse me I have a trip to organise."

As expected the outbursts of that particular incident were even worse than the first. Will kept trying to apologise, the students avoided her convince that 'it was that time of the month' and she was alone. One good thing came out of this though, for the first time Shannon realised how alone she was. In Lima she had only one good friend, Will, and they weren't talking to each other; rather she wasn't talking to him. She had made no other friends with the staff and drinking buddies at the Roadhouse, while good for a laugh or a cry, couldn't really be counted as friends. After all they only saw each other when they were drunk.

So when Mr Edwards came around again 'to hash out the details' as planned, she had her answer:

"Yes."

So what did you think? Please let me know in a review! I had more written down but this seems like an ideal place to end it.

Also this is my first Glee fanfic so feel free to point out any mistakes!