An Ateez x Harry Potter Fanfiction
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House Guide:
Gryffindor: Jongho, Wooyoung
Hufflepuff: Yunho, Seonghwa
Slytherin: Mingi, San
Ravenclaw: Yeosang, Hongjoong
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Chapter 3 - Something Isn't Right
The sound of wings beating hard were heavy in the night air. A set of thick talons caught Seonghwa in the middle of his jump, and carried him up and up. Jongho, and many other students, were also quickly snatched up and flown up and over the castle - which did have extensive additions when viewed from above – and down to Hagrid’s hut. At least half of the students had been rescued from the situation this way. Once the creatures flew close to the ground, everyone was dropped onto the grass in front of a beaming Hagrid.
“Yer read yer textbooks! I saw the yellow hooves in the air and swore I heard a whistle,” he roared, not seeing the terror written on almost everyone’s faces. Only when they were all silent did he take stock of the situation. “Didn’t yer...yeh must ‘ave. Wha...what happened?” He asked.
“Was the attack part of the lesson?” someone squeaked. They sat wide-eyed and trembling in the grass.
“Attack?” When no answer came, Hagrid disapparated and left them where they were. Jongho looked around for Seonghwa – he should have been close by, since they were both picked up and dropped at nearly the same time. But he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Mingi, though, was miraculously right beside him. It seemed impossible, but there were other things to think about just then.
“Did you see where Seonghwa went?” Jongho asked. Mingi merely shook his head and looked down at his feet. Unlike the other students, he wasn’t trembling.
Wooyoung and San found their balance and ran over to them. The former looked like he was ready to start a fight, but San grabbed his shoulder and spoke for them both. “You. Just you. Let’s go, now.”
“Mingi...” Jongho tried to say, but Mingi spoke for himself. “Go. I’m fine.”
“NO,” Jongho said, holding his ground. San reached out to pull him away anyways, but Jongho wouldn’t budge. He stared at Mingi. “Talk. Now. Or I’m not moving an inch from this spot.”
Mingi sprang up, then, and with a quick nod at San, he darted towards the forest. San gave Jongho a knowing look and waved him on. With brows furrowed and lips pursed, Jongho ran after Mingi. Wooyoung and San followed.
After a few minutes of jogging into the forbidden forest, the path they took started to look familiar. When they had been in their regular years at Hogwarts, they had made a habit of sneaking in here. They had built a sort of home-base and protected it with the different spells that Wooyoung or Yunho learned in all their library adventures. The two of them were serious bookworms, even though they didn’t act like it most of the time. Learning was just easy for them. They probably should have both ended up in Ravenclaw, but...the sorting hat must have known what it was doing.
Thanks to their bookish adventures, though, the home-base in the forbidden forest had become a kind of sanctuary for the 8 of them outside of the castle. Somewhere they could go when they felt the need to let off some steam.
As they got closer, Jongho thought he smelled smoke. Sure enough, once they passed the concealment spells, the chimney was working overtime. Someone was there, and they had started up a fire.
Wooyoung picked up the pace, flew past them, and threw open the front door with a spell. Jongho and San exchanged worried glances and raced towards the doorway, while Mingi fell back to a walk and let them pass.
“WHAT THE HELL, SEONGHWA,” Wooyoung yelled once he got inside.
“Really? That’s how you’re going to talk to me?” Seonghwa replied in a dangerous tone.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t,” Jongho said once he entered the space. He held his palms up towards the two of his friends. Both of them were staring each other down, wide eyed, and breathing heavily. Seonghwa’s robes were in tatters. Jongho had no idea what to make of any of this.
San entered not long after. He took in the scene, and then loudly proclaimed with humour in his voice, “I think something’s burning again,” as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
And he did, as this prompted Wooyoung to run a hand through his hair, grin, and relax. “You know I didn’t set those toilets on fire, San.”
“Of course you didn’t,” San chirped and sat down on a chair. “I did, and then Yunho and Hongjoong tried to stop me. Yet, somehow, everyone still thought it was you.”
Wooyoung laughed at the ridiculous memory, but Seonghwa said, “Wait – that was you? For real?”
San smiled and nodded. “Mmhmm.”
“I knew you didn’t believe me!” Wooyoung said sarcastically.
Seonghwa stuck out his tongue at Wooyoung and then turned back to San. “But why? You guys never told me what happened with that.” His expression relaxed into genuine confusion and curiosity.
San’s smiled deepened as if this was exactly the outcome he had wanted. Jongho smirked and nodded. He always thought it was brilliant when San did this kind of stuff. He had a knack for turning a high-alert situation into a walk in the park.
San winked at Jongho in reply, tipped back on his chair, and raised his eyebrows at Seonghwa. “I had my reasons,” he said cryptically.
“But people could have got hurt. And the mess...” Seonghwa said, staring off into space, and then at the floor beneath them. The dirty floor that he hadn’t cleaned since they were in 7th year, and that must be driving him nuts. Jongho had a suspicion that someone had enchanted it to get dirty on purpose, but he was never able to figure that one out for sure.
The stranger thing about that situation, though, was that Seonghwa had started a fire first, instead of doing something about the mess.
“No one got hurt. I made sure of it,” San said as his lips moved into a thin straight line. It was rare to see that expression, and it only lasted all of a second. Mingi chose that moment to enter and quietly sat down next to San. The coincidental timing wasn’t lost on Jongho. It felt like everything he had seen tonight were pieces to a larger puzzle. Somehow. More and more, he wondered what had happened to his friends over the summer.
The fire behind Seonghwa crackled and was the only sound for a while as everyone thought.
“So...are we waiting on the others, or can I start asking my questions?” Jongho said after a few moments.
“I don’t think they’ll be able to get here tonight,” Wooyoung sighed and crouched down, holding his knees and looking back up. “Yunho was going on and on about his prefect duties all summer. From what he explained...I doubt any of them will be able to get away from...whatever just happened.”
“Yeah, he was so excited to get the letter that he almost set it on fire,” San joked. Mingi and Seonghwa both snorted.
Wooyoung joined in and added, “Yeah, but luckily Hongjoong had a pitcher of water in his hands and Yeosang happened to bump into him at just the right time.”
Jongho blinked in surprise. “Wait. Did all of you meet up over the summer? I thought everyone was too busy?” All of them stared at him with confusion written all over their faces, even San.
“You said you wouldn’t be able to meet up with us, though,” San said slowly. “We all got your letter explaining...” he trailed off and his eyes looked far away. The front legs of his chair landed back on the ground and he leaned forward. And then in a quiet voice, with a frown teasing at his lips, he said, “No. That wasn’t your handwriting, was it.”
It wasn’t a question.