Disclaimer: I do not own the Glee Project, Fox does. I do not own the Glee Proeject characters, they own themselves. I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, the Hogwarts houses, the Harry Potte Characters, Quidditch or Platform 9 3/4, J.K. Rowling does. This story is for enjoyment purposes only.
This is an edited version. I realized after someone reviewed, that I forgot to edit it. So, if you've already read the unedited prologue, you don't have to read this, I haven't changed a thing. This is the same version, just split up so you can tell when it goes from this person to this person.
"Cameron, you got a letter!" his mother, Eliza called walking into the house.
"Who's It from?" Cameron yelled, running down from his room.
She shrugged and held out the letter to him.
Cameron sighed and took the letter. He flipped it over and looked at the seal on the fold of the envelope.
"What's Hogwarts?" he asked, opening the letter.
Eliza didn't hear him; she was too busy putting groceries away.
Cameron slid his fingers under the fold and pulled out a few pieces of paper.
"Dear Mr. Mitchell. We are please to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later then July 31." Cameron read the green ink on the parchment. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Cameron looked around for hidden cameras. There was no such thing as magic. He pushed aside the curtains and looked outside. An owl was sitting on top of the light post outside his house. The owl was brown and staring at him.
"Ma!" Cameron yelled, thinking he was crazy.
He pulled the curtains shut and ran into the kitchen.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked.
Cameron couldn't find words, he just held out the letter to his mom. Eliza took the letter and read it quickly.
"Cameron, honey. Sit down. There are some things I need to tell you." Eliza took Cameron's arm and sat him down at the kitchen table. "You father was a wizard. He could perform spell and make potions. He was an amazing man. Before he died."
"How did he die…you never told me before." Cameron asked, looking at the letter in his mother's hands.
"He was an Auror. His job was to capture dark witches and wizards." She explained, tears building in her eyes. "He was killed trying to capture somebody."
Cameron nodded, trying to figure out what was going on.
"But since I'm a muggle, we wouldn't know if you were going to be a wizard or not."
"What's a muggle?" Cameron asked.
"Non magic folk. We were going to raise you with magic in your life, but when your father passed…I had no way of teaching you about magic. I kept all of your father's things in a trunk upstairs incase you were like him…I'll show you if you like?"
Cameron nodded, overly excited that he was finally going to get to learn about his father.
Eliza took her son's hand and led him up to the attic. She pulled out an old, dusty gray trunk and unlatched it.
"It's been years since I've opened this trunk." She said, pushing the lid up. "Oh, it still smells of him."
Eliza reached in and pulled out a wand. It was long and black, with strange carvings in the handle. She held it to her chest for a second and held it out to Cameron. Cameron reached out and wrapped his fingers around the handle. A surge of energy ran up her arm and he smiled.
Eliza pulled out robes and spell books.
"We will still need to get you some new book. But you'll have to borrow your father's old robes. We don't have much wizard money. So we'll go to Diagon Alley later today, and get your things."
"I can't wait." Cameron smiled.
"Mum! I got a letter from Hogwarts!" Damian yelled running through the house.
He found his mum in the living room knitting.
Damian sat down on the edge of her chair and handed her the letter."You don't seem too happy." His mum Rachelle said.
"I wanted to go to Durmstrang like Dad." Damian sighed.
"Well when me and your Dad got married. We talked for a long time about whether we were going to live in Ireland or Bulgaria and whether our kids would go to Hogwarts or Durmstrang. Ireland has better weather, and Durmstrang is an all boy school. If we had a little girl, she would have had a long way to travel for school." she explained, smoothing Damian's messy hair. "He'll love you no matter what school you go to."
Damian smiled.
"Do you want a pet Lindsey?" her mother, Linda asked.
"Can I get a cat?" Lindsey asked, bouncing on her heels.
"Sure." Her mother smiled.
The two walked into Magical Menagerie and started looking at the cages full of toads, owls, rats and cats.
"See anything you like?" a woman asked, walking up to them.
"Mum! I want this one!" Lindsey squealed, pointing at a cage.
Inside the cage was a little gray and white striped kitten.
"Fifteen galleons." She said.
Lindsey took the small kitten out of the cage and kissed his tiny head. "I'm gonna call you Ronan."
"Have fun Marissa." Her father, Jakob said, hugging her.
"I will Daddy." She smiled.
"Don't forget to write." Her mum, Anna said, kissing her forehead.
"I won't." she said, as the train whistle blew.
She climbed on to the train and waved out the window till she couldn't see her parents anymore.
Marissa picked up her backpack and started looking around for a compartment she could sit in. Most of them were full. She came to a compartment that had to boys in it. She pushed open the door.
"Mind if I sit with you? Everywhere else is full." She asked.
"Sure. It's fine with me." a boy with an Irish accent said.
She sat down next to them. "I'm Marissa."
"Damian." The Irish boy said.
"I'm Cameron." The blonde boy said.
He was eating a bag of muggle candy and had a ferret in his lap.
"You're American." Marissa said before she could stop herself.
"Yeah. My mom married my dad who was a British wizard and they lived in Leer." Cameron explained. "I grew up being home schooled after my father died when I was four. So I mainly talked to my mom and my mom's mom. So I got their accents."
"It's simple enough. I will call your name, you will come up, I will place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." Professor Trimbler said. "Follow me."
The students followed the head of house into the Great Hall.
"Ellis Wylie." Professor Trimbler called.
A small girl with brown hair climbed up and sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her small head.
"You may be small but you have courage. You stand up for what you believe in. Gryffindor!" he yelled.
"Emily Vasquez." Trimbler called.
"Cunning and quiet motivated. Slytherin!" the hat called out.
Emily smiled and walked with a bounce in her step over to the Slytherin table.
"Fred Weasley." Trimbler said.
"Witty and creative. Yet brave and bold. You have big shoes to fill here and at home. You want to make your father proud…the best place for you is in…Ravenclaw!"
Trimbler removed the hat and Fred walked slowly over to the Ravenclaw table. He was greeted with smiles, handshakes, and pats on the back, but his smile was fake.
"Lorcan Scamander." Trimbler called.
"Ravenclaw." The hat said.
"Lysander Scamander."
"Ravenclaw."
The twins sat down beside Fred and smiled at him.
"Damian McGinty."
Damian sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on his head.
"Hmm…Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat called.
Damian smiled and headed over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Samuel Larsen."
Samuel sat down on the stool.
"Hufflepuff."
"Matheus Fernades."
A small boy with braces and glasses sat down on the stool. His feet dangled.
"Gryffindor!" the hat said.
Matheus smiled and ran over to the Gryffindor table.
"Marissa von Bleicken."
Marissa sat down gracefully on the stool and sat with her back straight.
"Ravenclaw."
Marissa smiled valiantly and pranced over to the table.
"Dominique Weasley."
A beautiful girl with long shiny blonde hair and pointed ears walked up from the back of the group and sat down on the stool.
"Another Weasley. You are different though. Taking after Mummy in many ways. Gryffindor!"
Dominique smiled and walked over to the table and sat down beside someone who looked a lot like her.
"Lindsey Pearce."
A girl with glossy black hair and dark blue eyes sat down on the stool.
"Creative and full of wisdom beyond your years." The sorting hat said. "Ravenclaw."
Lindsey sat down beside Damian and the twins.
"Hannah Mclalwain." Professor Trimbler said.
An over weight girl with red hair sat down on the stool.
"Gryffindor."
She smiled and sat down with her house.
"Bryce Ross-Johnson."
"Slytherin."
"McKynleigh Abraham."
"Hufflepuff."
"Cameron Mitchell."
"Ravenclaw."
Headmaster McGonagall gave a speech and the feast began.
"Fred right?" Cameron asked the red head who sat across from him.
"Yeah, you're Cameron?" Fred guessed.
"Yeah…why did you look disappointed when you got put into Ravenclaw?" Cameron asked.
"My dad was in Ravenclaw. He said the only bad thing was the Quidditch team, which I'm sure has improved since his time." Marissa laughed.
"I don't doubt that Ravenclaw will be wicked. It's just that I'm a Weasley…probably the only Weasley in history who hasn't been sorted into Gryffindor. My dad and mum, all my uncles and my aunt. My grandparents and great grandparents, all my cousins. I want my dad to be proud of me." Fred sighed, poking the food on his plate with his fork. "I have a lot to live up to."
"What do you mean?" Damian asked.
"You know of the Battle of Hogwarts, right?" Fred asked.
Damian nodded, his mouth full of sweets. "My mum fought in it."
"My uncle Fred died in the Battle. He was my dad's twin." Fred said. "I was named after him…he was an amazing man…I have a lot to live up to, and so far I'm not off to the best start at Hogwarts."
"Fred, your dad will love you. No matter what." Lindsey said, squeezing his hand.
Fred smiled at her.
Author's note.
Yes, this is only the prologue. I wanted to start with them around age sixteen, going into their sixth year. But I felt like I had to state somethings first, like backgrounds and the houses they are in. I am aware I forgot Alex. Personally, I didn't want to put Alex in. I've been watching Glee Project a lot lately, mainly because nothing else is on and I have it recorded and I like Cameron and Damian's faces, but that's beside the point. The point I am trying to get to is, I'm not the biggest Alex fan. I'm not the biggest Bryce fan either, he seemed like bit of a douche, pardon my language. But I figured he could be the "bad" guy. I couldn't think of a role for Alex, so I left him out.
I hope you like my first attempt at a crossover story. Please be kind with the reviews.
Thanks.
- Shelby