Greetings and Salutations to you all! This fanfic is a rewrite G.L.E.E. , which some of you may have read. If you haven't read it then I honestly don't suggest that you actively seek it out, as it was honestly not very well written. Hopefully this works better the second time around!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor Harry Potter or any of the songs within this fanfic unless stated otherwise.

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Chapter 1

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Am I the only one

wishing life away?

Never caught up in the moment

busy begging the past to stay

Memories painted with much brighter ink;

they tell me I loved, teach me how to think.

'When' by dodie

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Harry hated his life. He hated what he had become. He hated what he was. He hated what they had made him.

In the weeks since Harry had defeated Voldemort he had turned into somewhat of a hermit. He couldn't leave his house without screaming fans harassing him. Hermione and Ron had used to force him outside and past the crowds to get some fresh air. The only place that Harry would voluntarily go other than Grimmauld Place was The Burrow. It would have been relatively easy to just avoid the Wizarding parts of Britain, but there were many witches and wizards who had no qualms about following around in the muggle world as well as in the wizarding one. There were multiple occasions where Obliviators had to be called out because Harry's stalkers were reckless and didn't seem to care about exposing themselves to the muggles.

He was only seventeen for Merlin's sake!

Harry would have been able to cope if he had Hermione and Ron by his side. However that was not the case. Five weeks after the final battle there had been an attack. The Burrow had burned in flames and Harry was too late to be able to save any of them. Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, Teddy, Andromeda; they were all gone. Every last Weasley was dead and it was all his fault for not being there, for being too slow. They were all gone.

So he left.

There was nothing left tying Harry to Wizarding Britain anymore. No people to stick around for, no job or family. No reason to stay in dreary old England. So Harry decided to leave England behind him and start his life anew; somewhere where nobody would have heard of 'The Boy-Who-Lived. Harry decided to start with the place that he had most wanted to visit: the USA. Anywhere in Europe would be too close to England for comfort. Having the ocean between himself and the craziness of the wizarding world would be best. America was the best option that Harry had. He had debated between America and Australia, but the sheer amount of both magical and non magical deadly creatures in Australia swung Harry's opinion in America's favour. Australia also held the danger of bumping into Dr and Dr Granger whom Hermione had obliviated and sent there. There was no regaining those memories for the Grangers, but Harry would always remember them and Harry didn't think that he could cope with the pain of seeing them and their lack of recognition of who he was.

With the decision of the country of his destination made Harry found himself a large detailed map of America and set it down on the floor in the Library at Grimmauld Place. Harry started by crossing off the places that he would prefer not to live in, which was only a handful of places due to Harry's lack of knowledge of the majority of the foreign country. There were just far too many options available to him. It was an impossible task.

So Harry let fate, the entity that seemed to mock his entire existence, decide his destination. He was never going to be able to make the decision otherwise. Harry took a dart from the dartboard that was hung on the back of the door to the library and turned his back to the map. Harry threw the dart over his shoulder and heard it land with a satisfying thud. With more than a little trepidation Harry turned around to see where it had landed. The dart had landed somewhat to the eastern side of America. Harry bent down to take a closer look at his destination. The dart hadn't landed on some huge town, or so Harry assumed by the small size of the place on the map. It would be interesting seeing what the dart's destination would be like. Harry was off to Lima, Ohio. Harry had never really heard much about Ohio. Harry guessed that he was about to find out a whole lot more.

A fleeting thought flew through Harry's brain, almost leaving his brain undiscovered before Harry grasped onto it with both hands. What if he went back to school? There was no way that he could continue his magical education at the moment, the memories of war were far too fresh; but perhaps completing his neglected muggle education would keep Harry's mind busy enough that it didn't have the time to dwell too much on the past. It would also mean that he would be able to fully live in the muggle world if he so wished. If he completed his muggle education then he would be able to actually get a job in the muggle world, rather than relying solely on the money that his parents had left him. The more that Harry thought about it, the more attractive the idea became.

With that decision made Harry started to make preparations to leave England. There were many more things to arrange than Harry thought there were going to be. It wasn't a simple process of just hopping on a plane and suddenly being in America. Harry had ended up spending the better part of a fortnight sorting out all the arrangements and signing a seemingly endless amount of paperwork. Gringotts had been a great help. The bank, to Harry's great surprise, did a lot more than just the banking for the Wizarding World. Gringotts was a hub of legal procedures from writing up business contracts to adoptions. The bank had been able to get Harry all the muggle paperwork that he would need to live in America without an adult, such as a passport and emancipation documents. The Goblins had even been able to provide Harry with a fake birth certificate claiming Harry 'Evans' to be but sixteen years of age. Harry had decided that it would be best to get as much muggle schooling as he could. Gringotts had even been able to fake muggle schooling certifications for him. The Goblins had even helped Harry find a house in Lima to move into. All of this for a reasonable price of course.

Even with the endless paperwork, Harry was soon in America, after a flight that had most definitely tested his patience, walking out of the airport and hailing a taxi to take him to his new home.

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It had taken just under an an hour and a half for the taxi to reach Harry's new home. It was certainly quite daunting, after paying the driver, walking up to his new house. The building was a three bedroom semi-detached house roughly three blocks away from the local school, and within walking distance to the local amenities. It was a great house on paper and now that Harry was there in person it was just as good as the Goblins had described it to be. The house was large, probably too large for Harry to live in all by himself, but Harry didn't care. He wanted the opposite of what his cupboard had been. The house was large and spacious and had plenty of windows to let in the natural light. The house wasn't overly extravagant. Despite having more money than he knew what to do with, Harry liked to live relatively simply. He would splash out on the occasional item he needed or wanted, like the house, but he didn't need to show off his wealth. Downstairs there was a moderately sized living room, dining room and a large kitchen that Harry was pleased with. The only chore that he had ended up enjoying at the Dursley's was cooking the food. There was something in the way that such simple components could come together to create something delicious, something special that had just fascinated him since he was small. That was also part of the reason for his early fascination with potions. Snape had put a dampener on that spirit, but Harry was a lot better at potions than he let on at school.

One of the three bedrooms had, at Harry's request, been magically expanded and turned into Harry's personal library. The room, with it's magical expansion was huge, however Harry had a warded bookcase that swung open to admit one into the magical section of Harry's realm of books, making the room at first glance seem the same size as the other normal bedroom in the house. Harry also had decided to keep all of his magical items in this room as well, so that any muggles in his house didn't see anything they shouldn't have by mistake. Harry wasn't expecting to have anybody over at any point, after all he had no friends as they were all dead. However, keeping the magical things in the expanded section would mean that if he did he wouldn't have to worry about clearing up anything and everything magical.

Both the spare bedroom and the master had en-suites. The master bedroom of the house was Harry's bedroom; said bedroom being Hogwarts themed. One wall was entirely taken up by a mural of the castle in all its glory, the view that one could see from the lake. Whoever had painted it had done their job well. The other three walls were simply painted in complementary shades of green blue and yellow. Gryffindor had not been forgotten. The bed that was up against the wall opposite the mural was an almost replica of his bed from the Gryffindor dorms, complete with the burgundy bed curtains that Harry had grown to love over the years. Upon a closer inspection of the bed Harry discovered that it indeed was the exact bed that he had occupied at Hogwarts. Harry had at the beginning of his first year carved his initials into one of the bedposts; a mark that he had found when he inspected the bad. Harry supposed that the Goblin's had been able to procure it somehow. Although Harry had no idea how they had achieved such a feat, he was ecstatic to be able to have some part of his life in England over in America, even if it was just something as simple as his bed.

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It didn't take Harry very long to unpack. Magic was a wonderful thing when it came ot packing and unpacking. Harry was grateful that he wasn't going to have to spend days unpacking all of his belonging. Unpacking had only taken Harry a couple of hours, and that was only because Harry had decided to arrange some of it by hand instead of using magic. Harry soon found himself with nothing to do. Harry decided, as it was only 2 o'clock in the afternoon, to go on a walk around the local area.

Soon Harry was lost in thoughts of England whilst walking through the streets of Lima. He couldn't help but compare the place to Little Whining. The houses in Lima were so different to those back in Surrey. Each house was different; each house had it's own personality. None of the houses were identical which was in stark contrast to Privet Drive. Lost in thought as he was, Harry didn't realise that there was anybody else on the pavement until he literally bumped into them, knocking the person over. It was only Harry's honed reflexes from the war that enabled him to catch the other person before they hit the ground and help them up straight. Harry was immediately stuttering out his profound apologies to the girl in front of him.

"I'm so sorry! I was lost in my thoughts and I wasn't looking where I was going, and Merlin, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I'm sorry. I- I'm so sorry! I-"

Harry was suddenly interrupted by the person whom he had knocked over.

"Gee, you really like to apologise, don't you?" They said with a smile.

"Err, Sorry."

The girl laughed again and it took Harry a moment before he realised that he had apologised again and he joined her in laughter. Harry was hit with the sudden realisation that this was the first time that he had laughed since The Attack. The thought of the dead he had failed sobered him and Harry cut off his laughter mid chuckle. Harry swallowed nervously and took a deep breath in.

"Harry Evans." Harry said, holding his hand out to the girl.

"English?" The girl asked tilting her head sideways. Harry nodded in response.

"Just moved here."

"Me too!" The girl exclaimed, her face lighting up. Harry was baffled at the change in the girl. Was it possible for one person to be that happy? "Are you in school?"

Harry nodded once again. The start of the school year was only a few days away and Harry was due to start his American education at William McKinley High School.

"Awesome! So am I! I'm going to William McKinley High, are you?" Harry nodded once again and the girl seemed to get even more exited, a feat that Harry didn't know was possible. "What grade are you in?"

Harry blinked at the new question. The goblins had said something about this, but Harry couldn't bring the information to the front of his brain. He knew that he knew the information somewhere, but exactly where was another question.

"I don't know. It's different in England." Harry said shortly, growing slowly annoyed by the girl's exuberance.

"Well how old are you?"

"16." Harry regretted answering as soon as the words were out of his mouth. The girl's face would split in two if she was to smile any more.

"You'll be a sophomore like me then! It will be great to know somebody before starting there. I hate having to start a new place without knowing anyone." The excitement seemed to suddenly drain out of the girl. Harry felt like he was getting mood whiplash. "It would be nice to actually have friends this time." The girl muttered, so low that Harry wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't had excellent hearing. He felt guilty for being short with the girl, whose name he didn't even know yet. The girl reminded him of a cross between Hermione and Luna, with a dash of Ginny thrown into the mix as well.

"Sophomore? What a strange way of naming your year groups. There's no confusing names for the years back in England. We Brits use logical numbering of our years!" Harry said, slipping into a stereotypical posh English accent, eliciting a musical laugh from the girl. Harry couldn't help but smile slightly.

"What was your name again?" Harry asked, already knowing that the girl had forgotten to tell him it in her excitement. The girl gasped, one of her hands flying to her mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I completely forgot to introduce myself properly. I'm Marley, Marley Rose."

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Harry continued a slightly stilted conversation with Marley for another quarter of an hour and Harry could say that the two of them were well on their way to becoming friends. The girl with her enthusiasm and refusal to stop talking meant that she had somehow managed to start to worm her way into his heart. Harry had been determined to just get through school without getting attached to anyone, but it was already too late and he'd only been in the country for a matter of hours!

Harry had learnt many of the basic details about Marley, namely because the girl just didn't seem to know how to shut up; or perhaps it was just that Harry was so unused to talking to people since the fire that it just seemed like Marley talked forever.

Marley's favourite colour was blue; she lived with her mum, or, as the Americans say, 'mom' and was moving schools because of her mom's new job; she loved to read; and her favourite school subjects were English, Music, and History. Both of them were starting McKinley part way through high school, so it wouldn't be as bad as being the only new kid, there being two of them. Marley seemed even more pleased that he was British as according to her it would take even more 'new kid' attention away from her as, apparently, American people loved British accents. Harry had to admit that he was a little glad to know someone before starting at McKinley High.

Marley ended up having to suddenly leave, the girl having forgotten that her mother was waiting for her at home. Harry continued his walk, but couldn't help the small smile that was on his face. It seemed Lima was going to be a little more interesting than Harry had initially thought.

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