Expelled (Harry Potter x Glee)

Together

The shows for the musical continued for about a week, each time better than the last. Harry let Blaine have two of the six shows so far, which he showed his gratefulness for on multiple occasions. Harry was grateful, too, for the chance to perform in front of an audience with Ginny. It wasn't unusual for them to congratulate each other after the shows, but Harry felt there was something more than just appreciation in her words. Just like the kiss at the end of the show felt more like Ginny instead of Sandy.

Harry pondered over this after each performance, and Blaine would often have to pull him out of his spiraling brain when it got too out of hand. Blaine always replied, "Don't beat yourself up about it. She'll realize soon enough."

He was grateful for Blaine's words of course, it gave him just the littlest bit of confidence to keep on dreaming. But he also founds lies in them, like he was bending the truth just to make him feel better about it.

Or maybe Harry was just overthinking everything. That was probably the most logical explanation.

As Harry got ready for the final show, he noticed that Ginny wasn't there. Maybe she's just in the bathroom or something, Harry reassured himself, dismissing the bad thoughts. But that didn't stop the weird feeling tugging at his stomach.

"Hey. Have you seen Ginny?" Harry asked Kurt, who was sitting in the seat next to him.

"No, she hasn't come yet."

"But she's always early . . ."

At each show, Ginny was always the first one there, eager to get ready, and go over her lines before the curtain rose. She was obviously the most dedicated to her role, as her self-confidence was as developed as some of the other members.

Harry pulled out his phone, sending her a quick text. Where are you?

He waited five minutes, and no response came.

"Blaine, you're taking this show." Harry said forcefully, shoving the Danny clothes into his hands.

"But, I did the last one! You have to do it! And plus, this is the final show. You should do it."

"Ginny isn't here - I have to find her. Find someone to be Sandy, just in case. Get Rachel if Mercedes won't do it. She won't miss a chance to be in the spotlight. She probably already knows this musical by heart."

Nodding quickly, Blaine walked away, already asking around for Mercedes.

Harry dialed Ginny's number multiple times, but each time it went straight to voicemail. He started getting into his own head. What if something happened to her?

He thought frantically: If I was Ginny, where would I be?

The choir room? No. Too obvious. She might not even be at the school. The Lima Bean? Too packed. She's a very introverted person, though she didn't seem like one on the outside. Her house? Harry didn't even know where she lived. He could ask Mercedes though.

Suddenly, Harry's phone rang. He picked it up at an instant, not even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" he said, a bit cautiously, but full of worry.

"Harry." It was Ginny's voice, there was no mistaking it. "I need you to come. I'm in the astronomy room, Mrs. Taron's class."

"I'll - I'll be right there." He stuttered, and hung up the phone.

Harry almost tripped over his own feet as he raced to the astronomy room. Or, a least where he thought it was. He wasn't taking the class, so he didn't know exactly where the classroom was. His suspicions proved correct though, and he found Ginny leaning against the wall at the front of the classroom.