There were still things Kurt didn't know about the school, but he was learning.

At least his ignorance was entertaining for his friends. The boys had found it particularly amusing when Kurt wandered around the entire second week confused as to why they called Nick nearly headless. They all had a good laugh when they finally introduced him to the ghost and Kurt screamed his head off. After the shock wore off, Kurt was able to laugh as well.

However, after that experience, Kurt opted to only ask ghosts and fellow Gryffindors as a last resort.

At breakfast Blaine sat with Kurt as was usual. The only thing different was that Jeff, Nick, and the twins were nestled away from everyone. Their voices were low, and they spoke with their heads together.

"Whats with them?" Kurt asked.

Blaines eyes flitted over to the four silent boys, regarding them with suspicion. He watched them for a moment with narrowed eyes and then suddenly turned back to his breakfast.

"Quidditch." He answered simply, as though that one word explained everything.

Blaine went back to carefully cutting his steak and Kurt tried to make sense of the bits of conversation that were floating over from the boys. Kurt had of course heard of quidditch and knew it was some sort of sport in the wizarding world, but he was as knowledgeable about it as Jeff was about the concept of television – which was to say not very knowledgeable. What exactly happened during quidditch? And why did everyone in the Wizarding World make it out to be an even bigger deal than football was to muggles.

Midway through lifting the fork to his mouth Blaine noticed the confusion on Kurts face.

"Jeff, Nick, and the twins are on Gryffindors team." He explained. "Theyre up against Hufflepuff tomorrow. Usually an easy team to beat, but they got a new chaser this year. Hes really good."

"Chaser?" Kurt said quizzically.

Blaine mirrored his puzzled expression. "Have you never seen a quidditch match before?"

"No. My mentor tried to explain it to me a few times, but I always zoned out or left the room when she brought it up."

"I can explain it a bit before the game tomorrow if you like." Blaine offered.

It wasn't very likely that he'd pay attention anyway, but regardless he shrugged and said, "Okay.”

… A bit was really understating it.

The second they left the table, Blaine dove into an animated, not-so-brief overview of the sport.

"Theres the keeper, three chasers, two beaters, and a seeker. Then there are four balls: two bludgers, a quaffle, and the snitch. Got it?"

Blaine managed to lose Kurt somewhere between broomsticks and scarves. He tried to keep up, he really did try, but it was all terribly confusing. He ended up smiling and nodding while staring at Blaines lips move. It was a happy moment for Kurt when they finally parted ways for class. It seemed under all those layers of good fashion sense and dapper smiles Blaine was truly a boy.

The next time they met up was before lunch and Blaine instantly picked right back up where they left off. Kurt hadnt the heart to tell him he wasnt all too interested. Ironically, Kurt's savior ended up being Gruffindor's quidditch captain.

Blaine only stopped midway through his explanation about some cup when the tall seventh year boy took a seat near them. Kurt recognized the boy as Andrew Watson – Gryffindor team captain and chaser.

"Hey, Drew." He greeted.

"Blaine." Watson nodded in his direction. He turned away from them and loudly called down the Gryffindor table, "Everybody in!"

The rest of the team reluctantly dropped their spoons mid-bite to scoot down the bench toward the huddle.

Watson leaned in and said quietly, "Now you all know that Hufflepuff has got a Chaser, Hill –“

"Hall." Kurt instantly corrected.

Watson glared at him for eavesdropping, but the other boys gave him curious looks.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Im not deaf. Evelyn wouldnt shut up about how hot he was and a quidditch player.'"

"Well she wasnt wrong." Blaine said. “He likes to work out shirtless too.”

Watson shouted, "I dont care if his abs have abs!" There was a noticeable drop in the great halls usual noise. Watson ran his hands down his face and continued, "Unless it affects his catching abilities –”

"Blaine and Kurt arent even on the team so they can still ogle him all they like." Oliver pointed out with a wink in their direction.

"Hes good, thats all that matters!"

"Good?" Nick said incredulously.

"Hes a God!" Jeff said. "Er, you know, for a Hufflepuff and all."

"Whatever, hes still got a weakness. I found out that a few years ago he broke his right arm –”

"First, stalking isnt cool Watson."

"And second, how is that relevant?"

"Hes a muggleborn.” Watson's face lit up like muggleborns were suddenly the greatest thing ever. “It was a nasty break and he had to wear a cast for six months. It still gives him problems every now and then. Remember that. And Hufflepuff may have gotten a new VIP but their beaters are still having issues, they can hardly cooperate with one another."

Nick grinned. “Aren't you glad Jeff and I arent like that?"

"If you behaved like they do I would personally beat you with your own bat."

"Then its a good thing we dont plan on it."

"Theres one more thing. I was going to wait until were in the locker rooms, but I cant."

Everyone that heard leaned in. Watson gave a nearby group of girls an annoyed look but continued.

"I was walking around the second floor and I happened to overhear –”

“– that what you call hanging around in the staff rooms cabinet?"

Watson was too excited to get onto Liam. He blurted out, "McGonagall confirmed that Harry is coming to watch!"

The table erupted in excited chatter.

"What!"

"Harry never goes to matches anymore." Oliver said suspiciously.

"Well hes coming to this one." said Watson.

"Merlin! Now we have to win!"

Kurt turned to Blaine and asked, "Whos Harry?"

Everyone that heard went silent and stared.

"Whos Harry?" Wes said, aghast.

"Harry? The Harry?"

"Guys calm down. Hes from the Muggle world," Blaine looked at Kurt. "Its okay, Ill explain that too."

Kurts stomach dropped. If he had to listen to another rant on some vague quidditch player, he might need to borrow Jeff's bat for himself.

"I cant believe you dont know who Harry Potter is." Nick shook his head.

"Wait, Harry as in Potter. That Harry?"

"Obviously.” David and Wes said, looking unimpressed.

"Why didnt you say so? Oh my god, hes coming here to Hogwarts?"

"He did used to go to school here."

"And hes not coming," Watson said. "He is here. Arrived this morning, hes probably in Longbottoms office."

"Whoa Kurt, youre not going to hunt him down are you?"

Kurt was in a daze. "I cant believe Im going to be in the same stadium as him. In close proximity to a Potter."

Some snorted at this.

Watson shrugged. "Youre in the presence of a Lupin every day and hes basically Harrys son. Speaking of, where is that little bugger. . .?”

Kurts jaw dropped. "What?"

"He's his Godson Why do you think Harrys coming anyway? He wouldnt miss Teddys first game."

"Lupin as in Teddy Lupin?"

"How many times are we going to go through this?" Watson huffed.

At this time said second year entered the Great Hall, promptly smacking into the doors before staggering to the end of their table and collapsing into a seat.

"Please tell me Teddy has more grace in the air than he does on his own feet." Kurt sighed.

"TEDDY!" Watson shouted and motioned the boy over.

The team shielded their ears and glared at their captain.

"Youre part of the team too. Were talking tactics." Watson told Teddy once he took a seat.

The quidditch boys and Blaine continued their team discussion. At that point Kurt zoned out, having had enough sports talk for the day.

Kurt couldnt help but glance at Teddy every so often. At every covert glance, Kurt took in details of the boy like he was really seeing him for the first time. He had sandy hair, dark twinkling eyes, some freckles here and there. Except for something he couldnt quite put his finger on, Teddy was very ordinary.

He wondered who his parents were. After all they must be very influential or rich for them to have named Harry Potter as their childs godfather. One didnt simply do that unless they were that or family. He didnt know much about the Potters other than what Harry Potter looked like, and judging from Ginny Potters side of the family, Teddy couldnt possibly have come from there.

After Watson disbanded the team meeting most of the boys stayed and talked, while the rest scattered throughout the hall, Teddy among them. He went back to the end of the table with only a book for company, and read while scooping pudding into his mouth between every page turn. At the end of breakfast he grabbed his things and left. Kurts eyes followed him out.

"Kurt?"

Kurt snapped back into reality where Blaine was looking at him.

"Youre staring. Youre not going to start following Teddy around like a fangirl, are you?"

Kurt flushed in embarrassment; he didnt even realize he was staring. "Of course not. Im just shocked is all."

"Its always surprising how many people dont know that. Then I suppose its not like Teddy actually lives with him, and Im sure Harry tries to keep him away from the press."

"Sorry, I – why doesnt Teddy have any friends?" Kurt felt a little uncomfortable asking such a question, but his curiosity was too great. Anyway, many of the Halls occupants were leaving or too immersed in their own conversations to care.

Blaine furrowed his brow.

"I dont – I dont mean to pry or anything." He said quickly. "He just looks lonely."

Blaines expression softened. "Ah,” was all he said. He stood up and motioned for Kurt to follow him out.

They walked at a leisurely pace in silence until they were out on the grounds. Kurt felt more and more awkward about his question.

"I wouldnt say he has no friends. That would be an incredibly wrong assumption, especially considering the size of his family. He just doesnt really have many close friends at the school. You know?"

"Yeah. I mean it when I say I dont mean to pry, but he really does look lonely, its just not so obvious." Kurt babbled. "I feel sort of bad about it. Am I being totally creepy right now?"

Blaine smiled. "Its sweet that you care. I mean genuinely. Last year when he first came here, he was the shiny new toy to play with. Then when he kept to himself and didnt tell people all of these crazy stories about the Great Harry Potter they got bored. Besides that, a lot of the kids his age dont understand a lot of things, like people our age still dont. Harrys a pretty smart guy; its definitely rubbed off on Teddy, who is beyond his years in some ways. That in itself makes it hard. Most kids just dont understand some things the way Teddy does. Hes a little more sensitive to those subjects because hes been talked to about them, among other things."

"Well, thanks for putting up with my stupid questions and complete ignorance of simple magical concepts.”

"Its fine, it's not like its a huge secret,” Blaine admitted. “But still, it'd be appreciated if you didn't go talking about this to everyone.”

"My lips are sealed."

After their conversation, Blaine took him to a spot underneath a willow tree that overlooked the Great Lake. Neither of them had class so they just sat there for a while, admiring the scenery.

Kurt was grateful for Blaine telling him about Teddy, but he couldnt shake the feeling that he was still missing something; there were too many holes in his words to be dismissed. However, he let it go. It was none of his business no matter how curious it was.