The Big Purple Book of Untold Stories

by SweetCaroline91

In here you will be able to find three categories that explain how the chapter relates to Champion's Lullaby. We will have:

Outtakes: Extra scenes which are fully cannon in regards to Champion's Lullaby, but weren't relevant enough to be included in the fic itself.

What ifs: As the name suggest, this will consist on how the world of Champion's Lullaby would have been affected if x or y happened in a different matter. An explanation on the parameters set will be offered at the beginning of each chapter.

Complete AUs: Basically, it will only relate because the pairing will be the same or the portrayal of the characters is unchanged. Everything is fair game in this category (including supernatural things and dare I say it, magic?)

Without much ado, I welcome you to The Big Purple Book of Untold Stories.

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Chapter 1

(Outtake)

How It All Started

Before Kurt transferred, even before Blaine transferred, Harry did it first.

It was only a matter of luck that Jeff did it at the same time.

IIIII

There are moments in life that are impossible to forget. Jeff had plenty of those and sometimes when Wes was talking and talking and talking, he couldn't help but wonder who to blame for joining the Warblers.

The answer was ridiculously simple.

Harry freaking Potter…

IIIII

Jeff slouched on the chair in front of the Principal, unfazed by his silent disapproval.

"Mr. Lynch, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked the man after reading the report of his first week. Jeff crossed his arms. "Mr. Lynch, may I remind you that you were expelled from your last school because of your attitude already?" the man looked at him sternly. "We cannot accept this behavior at Dalton and we won't. You are on probation, one month. If by the end of that month I haven't seen considerable improvement, you will leave Dalton."

Jeff almost snorted. This place was full of stuck up assholes if they were ready to expel him after one week. He ignored the voice of his father at the back of his head, yelling at him that this was his last chance or it'd be military school for him. Those were his options, military school or prick academy.

"This might surprise you, but we do want you to succeed Mr. Lynch, so I decided you must join an afterschool activity" said the man passing him a small book. "Some clubs are of course already full, but I am sure you can find something interesting there for you."

He grabbed the catalogue, deciding to pick the first thing and never show up. He opened and stared.

"What are the Warblers?" he asked before he could help himself.

"They are the school's show choir, but I'm afraid with your grades and record you won't be able to join" said the man cuttingly. "The club is made by our most exceptional students."

He did snort this time, because seriously? Show choir. If that was their best club, he couldn't be bothered to look at the rest.

"Very well" said the man when Jeff made no effort to carry on reading. "I will allocate you to the fencing team. Stay here while I ask one of them to come and collect you, if I am not mistaken they are at practice right now."

A few minutes of stilled silence later, there was a polite knock on the door.

"Sir?" asked a student. "I was asked to come here for the new student."

"And they sent you?" asked the man amused.

"That's what I asked" said the boy with a grin. He looked at Jeff and gave him a nod. "I'm Harry Potter, also new."

Jeff stood up and without waiting to be dismissed walked out of the door.

"The gym is this way" said Harry. "If you don't want to participate, whatever, nobody will force, but at least have the decency to be there during practice."

He walked away after giving Jeff an expectant look. For reasons beyond his understanding, Jeff followed.

IIIII

"I suck" said Jeff annoyed.

"Of course you suck, especially compared to me. I have competed at international level and been doing this for 6 years almost every day" said Harry without any compassion. "You've been doing it for three days."

Jeff sighed. "Can you step back a bit, your ego is crushing me here."

"Regardless of how horrible you are, you're going to grab your weapon, stand up and do it again" instructed Harry. "Then maybe one day you can be good enough to help me warm up."

"I should quit" said Jeff grumbling, but starting to follow the instructions.

"Nothing is stopping you, if you wanna be a quitter and be stuck in this town the rest of your life, you go ahead and do that, see if I give a damn" said Harry. "But you asked me to help and teach you, so suck it up and man up."

"I hate you" said Jeff but reassumed position.

IIIII

Jeff looked neutrally as the Warblers danced and sang around the corridors. They seemed like a happy bunch and he could appreciate the originality of doing things accapella. He missed his mother, the two of them and his sister used to spend hours singing around the house. Then his parents went ahead and screw everything by divorcing. Jeff, being the oldest, was sent to his father, while his sister and mom moved across the country, leaving him behind.

He was bitter about the whole thing. Why couldn't his mom fight for him too? She fought tooth and nail to get Cassidy, but had only made a half attempt to get Jeff. The only consolation was that in two years he could ditch his old man and never see anybody in his stupid family again… maybe Cassidy once she was old enough, if she proved not to be a bitch like their mother.

"Thinking of joining?" asked Harry.

"Couldn't if I wanted to" said Jeff pretending to be apathetic. "Don't have the grades."

"If you stopped skipping classes that might change" said Harry shrugging. "I can tutor you if you want."

"What do you want?" asked Jeff narrowing his eyes. "If you're gay, let me tell you I am not going to…"

Harry laughed. "Sorry mate. Not that into blonds or your attitude in general for that matter."

"I didn't hear a denial" said Jeff crossing his arms.

"I am bi" said Harry shrugging. "But regardless of that, I already have my eye on somebody, and it's not you Jeffrey."

"Don't call me that" snapped Jeff. Only his parents called him that.

"Wanna go eat outside?" asked Harry.

"Sure, better than staying in this hell hole" shrugged Jeff.

"Do you have a car?" asked Harry walking past the Warblers. "I have my bike, but I really don't want to ride it with you."

"Confiscated" said Jeff.

"We'll call a cab then" said Harry.

"I don't have that much money" said Jeff starting to feel disappointed and annoyed.

"Fine, I'll pay the cab you pay lunch" said Harry.

"I…"

"Ok, I pay everything if you stop being a whiny bitch" said Harry with a huff. "Honestly, you whine more than a horse."

Jeff pouted, before realizing what he was doing and scowling instead. One of the Warblers stared at him and waved friendly. Jeff waved hesitantly back, a perplexed expression on his face, before scurrying after Potter. Nick looked at his distracted teammates for a second before skipping happily after the cutie he had just seen.

To Jeff's embarrassment and Harry's amusement, Nick tackled the blond from behind at the parking lot, hugging him and declaring.

"Mine!" he said giving Harry a look of distrust.

Harry laughed. "Far be it from me to be on the way of true bromance" he said.

"Aw" said Nick disappointed. "You're straight?"

"Yes" said Jeff trying to dislodge the annoying boy.

"Oh well, then instead of a steamy passionate affair with lots of sex and cuddles, we'll settle for being best friends forever… sex and cuddles still on the table, willing to negotiate on the first since you're 'straight' but there will be cuddles" declared Nick.

"What the hell? I am straight, not 'straight'" said Jeff doing the air comas.

"I don't know cutie, until we can test that theory in a club, with a bottle of tequila, a dance floor and my ass against your crotch you will remain 'straight' to me" said Nick, his hand moving dangerously low.

"Keep your paws to yourself you fucking molester!" said Jeff wiggling out of the grasp.

"You'll learn to love me!" said Nick with puffy cheeks.

"We're going to lunch, feel free to join us" said Harry while entering the cab that had just arrived. Jeff and Nick followed after him. Jeff should have known better than allowing that to happen, now that he has been fed, Nick proceeded to follow him around like a puppy. Enthusiastically talking all the time and dragging him to classes. Harry smirked to himself when he saw Nick pulling Jeff to the cafeteria.

IIIII

In the future, Harry would look back at the events that unfolded after seeing that's scene as some of the most important moments in his life. When Dalton stopped being just a school and became more like a home. However in that moment, the only thing in his mind was how it was almost too easy to manipulate everybody around him. Without his mentors around to foil his plans and provide obstacles for the sake of learning, things would soon become boring.

Maybe he could make a game out of it, put time limits to accomplish things and integrate a point system? He opened the door to his room and paused in confusion.

"Ron, what the hell happened to you?" he asked surprised. His roommate was covered in a gooey liquid and seemed both frustrated and on the bridge of defeat.

"My brothers" said Ron humiliated. "They can't play pranks on the other students, so…" he shrugged, sadly holding his ruined Dalton blazer.

"Oh" said Harry mind racing, he and the redhead had started to get comfortable around each other after a week of polite chatter. They were slowly loosing up around each other and maybe what they needed was a bonding experience. He smirked. "I assume this means payback time."

"Payback?" asked Ron confused. "It would be suicide, I've never been able to prank them!"

"That might be true, but you have me on your side now" said Harry closing the door. "Let's get you cleaned up first, see if we can save your clothes and plot their demise over some pizza…"

Ron's defeated air turned into excitement. Maybe with Harry's help the twins would finally get a taste of their own medicine.

IIIII

"You know they might need a visit to the hospital to solve this right?" asked Harry before they put the plan into action.

Ron eyes narrowed. "Good, after all the shit they put me through all my life, they deserve it."

That night, they quickly sneaked out of their dorm and into the twins' bedroom. Ron had sworn that if they played country side noises as background his brothers wouldn't wake up for any reasons. Harry had agreed easily to the suggestion and unnecessarily dressed all in black, they carried out their plan. They giddily went to bed, however unable to sleep they turned to each other and talked honestly for the first time. When shouts could be heard the next morning, they jumped from their beds and out of the room.

They watched with nothing short of endless delight as Fred and George accused each other of the prank, pulling at the beards superglued to their faces and the wigs (also superglued), to confirm the other wasn't lying. The pair looked like old men or homeless people, with a mass of unruly hair and tick beards. They had added eyebrows for good measure.

They calmly reentered the room after pictures and video had been taken and promptly started to laugh, leaning against each other for support.

"Ah vengeance" said Ron rubbing his hands.

"Wanna go for a celebratory coffee?" asked Harry. It was awfully early for a Sunday, but he didn't think either of them would be able to sleep. Maybe he could get some information on his cute redhead sister.

"Sure!" said Ron happily. "Do you have a car?"

"Bike, but I just bought a sidecar for it" said Harry.

"Awesome" decided Ron. "Can you teach me how to ride sometime?"

"We'll see" decided Harry.

IIIII

Harry and Ron were arguing hotly about the superiority of their favorite sports to each other, American football vs. soccer (real football dammit!). It was clear to both this would be one of their most discussed topics. They had driven around for a bit before finding a coffee shop that was open and seemed decent enough, even if the name Lima Beans left a lot to be desired.

"Stay away!" screamed a girl.

Both boys turned to see a petite brunette fighting to get away from a big man. She was inside the girl's bathroom and the door seemed to have been broken recently.

"Listen to me you little bitch, your fucking stunts are driving my clients away…" started to yell the man.

"Good!" yelled the brunette. "Your shop it's illegally selling…"

Before she could finish that sentence the man pulled her arm, eliciting a yelp of pain from her. Harry and Ron had seen enough, their drinks fell to the ground as they rushed to help.

"Oi!" yelled Harry. "Let her go!"

"Fuck off!" said the man raising his free arm where he was holding a metallic bat.

Harry, who had jumped to action faster than Ron and was a more than a decent runner, reached him first and threw himself at the back of the man, keeping a chocker hold on him. Ron grabbed a hold of the man's arm before he could raise it, holding onto the bat tightly. The girl not to be left behind and spurred by the unexpected back up kicked the man's shin.

IIIII

"And that's when you bit his hand?" asked the police man staring at the three teenagers sitting on the pavement.

Ron nodded. "It seemed a lot more reasonable at the time."

"Then you tripped him" said the man to Harry.

"Accidentally, I didn't mean to trip him head first into the wall" stressed Harry.

"Then you used pepper spray on him" finished the officer.

"I told him to stay down and wait for the police to arrive to sort things out like civilized people, he stood up and tried to attack us again" said the girl with a scowl. "It was purely self-defense."

The policeman sighed. "I am going to have to call your guardians, but seeing how he attacked Ms. Granger here first and you two came to her aid, I am sure there won't be any charges brought forwards against you."

After the policeman walked away, the three teenagers stared at each other.

"I'm Harry" said one finally, extending his hand to the girl.

"Hermione" she replied with a tense smile and shook his hand.

"Ron" said the last one with a little wave.

"So… we make a great team" said Harry conversationally.

"Are you kidding me? We are awesome, we kicked ass" said Ron enthusiastically.

Hermione pursed her lips. "Normally I don't condone violence, but… I have to agree that we were incredible given the circumstances. Thank you for coming to offer your assistance, I greatly appreciate you rushed into danger for me."

"It's ok 'Mione" said Harry stretching. "That's what friends are for."

The girl blinked a few times and looked away, playing with the sleeves of her jacket.

"So we're friends?" she asked in casual manner, not making eye contact. Harry frowned, this was the second person he met in Ohio that reacted in the same manner, the first one conveniently sitting on his other side.

"Of course we are" said Ron eagerly. "Do you know how cool is this story? I mean, seriously, when people ask, oh how did you became friends? We'll be able to say, oh you know, Harry and me went for coffee and then we fought this troll in the girls bathrooms with this kick ass chick and…"

Harry smiled, rolling his eyes at Hermione and receiving a tiny small in return. However the girl seemed to drink in Ron's embellished version of the events. The more attention she put on Ron, the more outrageous the recount of the events became. Harry looked at both of them and smirked, but decided to let them sort out the attraction between them on their own.

Needless to say, it became a great story to tell and the beginning of an epic friendship.

All in all, not a bad start for a Sunday.

IIIII

Jeff looked as Harry and his redheaded friend talked enthusiastically in the corner of the cafeteria with a brunette girl and a redheaded one, he didn't think they were supposed to be there in the first place, but he couldn't care less.

He had just come back from his meeting with the principal, who had told him he was impressed with his change of attitude. He had stopped missing classes, had been involved with the fencing club and had started to expand his circle of friends. Jeff hadn't even been aware of doing all those things.

The principal had been so positive that had even hinted that if he kept up this attitude, next year he could join the Warblers. He absently saw how the redheaded twins approached the table cautiously. Before smiling excitedly when Harry nodded at them, allowing them to sit.

Harry looked his way then and smirked smugly. Jeff couldn't help but begrudgingly raise his glass as a toast, before turning back to Nick. It was perhaps luck, but Jeff couldn't help but be grateful he transferred at the same time Harry did.

Even if he was a manipulative son of a bitch, Harry Potter seemed like a fun guy to be around. As long as it was far enough that his chaotic nature wouldn't reach him immediately.

He'd seen what he did to the twins and he wasn't keen to be on the direct line of fire.

- End Outtake 1 -

I am currently accepting prompts for all three categories of the book.

The first three chapters will all fall in a different category so you can understand the classification better. Any questions, just ask!