An Ateez x Harry Potter Fanfiction
This fanfiction also appears on my wattpad and substack newsletter. I wanted to put it up here on my website, though, too. I hope to finish it one day…although currently, I have a bunch of other projects on my plate. But I love Ateez, and I love Harry Potter, and I saw a picture of them all dressed in Hogwarts gear…so I got inspired and just started writing.
House Guide:
Gryffindor: Jongho, Wooyoung
Hufflepuff: Yunho, Seonghwa
Slytherin: Mingi, San
Ravenclaw: Yeosang, Hongjoong
Check here for other chapters:
Chapter One – Chapter Two – Chapter Three
03/10/24 – Also: COACHELLA ATEEZ SOON. Like…what? It’s only a month away. How did time fly so fast. It feels like yesterday that they announced it and it’s already so close, now. Not that I’m going, but if there’s live broadcasts like people say there are…yeah, I’ll be streaming.
I also just saw GOM Steph’s tiktok where she shared that Ateez are about to bleach their hair again so…new hairstyles inc. for Coachella?
Chapter 4 – Summer Letters
A log cracked in the fireplace and sent ash spewing all over the floor. Seonghwa swore and went to clean it up, and Wooyoung released a breath. San and Mingi had a faraway look in their eyes.
“So it sounds like,” Jongho hesitated, “You guys got the same kind of letters I did? Something about being busy all summer?” He searched their faces while he waited for their answers. Mingi looked down at his feet and crossed his arms. Wooyoung was avoiding everyone, and Seonghwa kept his back turned to them while he cleaned. San, however, had folded his hands together and was scanning Jongho.
“You swear you didn’t send that letter?” He asked in a serious tone.
Jongho bunched his eyebrows together in confusion but returned San’s gaze with sincerity. “I didn’t send anything. I swear. And everyone’s been acting strange since we arrived at the platform. What’s going on?”
San continued searching Jongho for another minute, and then opened his mouth to reply, but Mingi beat him to it. “No. Don’t. This doesn’t change anything,” he said firmly.
“Yes it does, Mingi,” San snapped. “He didn’t send the letter – he doesn’t know anything.”
“Know what?” Jongho said with a touch of annoyance. Why weren’t they telling him anything?
Mingi glared at San. “You know that thing isn’t your business to tell, San. And you wouldn’t even know about it if you hadn’t listened in when I talked to Yunho.”
San returned the glare and sat back in his chair. Wooyoung raised his eyes to the pair of them and interrupted the silent battle. “Mingi, you’re right – that part of things is your private business. But we’ve got to sort the letter thing out, at least. If Jongho really doesn’t know anything about it, then that means we all assumed things that might not be right. It does change things.”
Seonghwa approached them again silently, holding a bag of ash. “I agree,” he said.
Mingi closed his eyes and sighed. “Fine.”
San found Jongho’s eyes again and calmly explained. “We all got a letter that we thought was from you. The handwriting was close enough that it looked legit – and it sounded like something you would write. It said, ‘Super sick. And they said I’m not allowed to accept owls. Should be better by the time school starts. See you then.’ But now that I think about it, the handwriting…wasn’t yours at all. It was close, but not quite the same.”
“Why is your memory so good,” Seonghwa whispered half-seriously. San smirked at him but didn’t answer.
“So you got the same kind of letters from us, Jongho?” Wooyoung asked and ran a finger along the floor. It made a clean trail through the dust and dirt. Seonghwa noticed and frowned.
Jongho nodded slowly. “Yeah…I did. And they made sense, too.”
“What did they say?” San asked.
“They were all different,” Jongho replied. His eyes unfocused as he remembered the details. “Seonghwa’s mentioned something about dragons. And both Wooyoung’s and Yunho’s said they were going to the deep jungle to study something.” He thought for a minute to remember the others.
“And…Oh – San’s just said ‘I’m doing mysterious things. Don’t look for me – I’ll find you.’”
San let out a snort. “No wonder you believed it. That is something I’d say.”
Jongho relaxed a bit and half-smiled before continuing. “And then Yeosang’s said he was running a summer camp for muggles in the middle of nowhere. Hongjoong’s said he was busy taking a course overload of muggle classes for music and fashion.”
San nodded. “Yeah. To be fair, all of those are pretty believable.”
“Yeah,” Jongho agreed. “But Mingi’s was weird.”
Mingi’s head shot up, and his eyes narrowed. “Weird how?” He asked in a deep tone.
“It said that something happened, so you needed some time to yourself to figure things out in your heart, and that you’d see me at the start of school but please don’t write. You don’t usually explain what’s going on unless we ask, so it didn’t seem right. But I didn’t want to risk writing just in case. I could ask my mum to send the letters so we can look at the details?”
San nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s the best idea. Because as soon as…” but Mingi cleared his throat extra loud. San looked over at him and sighed. “I’m your friend, Mingi, and that means I won’t betray your trust on this. I promise,” and then returned Jongho’s confused stare before continuing. “What happened is that we saw your picture in The Daily Prophet in July, standing behind your mum at some kind of ceremony. You looked completely healthy. So we sent owls to see if you were better already. But all of them returned unopened. Then we sent some to your parents. And all of those returned unopened. So we got worried and made a plan to just show up on your doorstep one night but…”
“That’s the night Mingi got a creepy letter,” Wooyoung interrupted. Mingi eyed him as if warning him to be careful what he said.
But it was Seonghwa who continued. “A very creepy letter. I still get shivers thinking about it and wondering what it means.” At almost the same moment as he finished speaking, another log burst in the fireplace and made him jump. He looked back at it with wide eyes. But instead of going over to clean up the newly spilled ashes, he hugged the opposite arm with his free hand.
“What did it say?” Jongho asked quietly.
San cleared his throat and began as if reciting a poem he had memorized. “It said, ‘One among you isn’t what they seem. Know them by the lions mane, or not – it’s hidden deep, but a threat to you all. The dark one will rise again if they remain unchecked.’” It looked like he wanted to say more, but that was where he stopped.
Seonghwa shook his head as if trying to shake off the words, and Wooyoung hugged his knees closer. Mingi was lost in thought, and San stared at Jongho.
“So all we could figure out,” San continued, “was that it must have something to do with a Gryffindor, because that’s the only thing to do with lions among us.”
“That’s not true. Yeosang uses Lion’s Mane as a supplement, so I suggested that before you pinned me down and interrogated me,” Wooyoung added grumpily. Jongho raised an eyebrow at that.
San grinned. “Hey, we let you go pretty fast. And we did the same with Yeosang just to be sure.”
Wooyoung scoffed. “Yeah, once you gave me a drop from your mom’s secret stash of veritaserum potion and I told you everything that I would have told you even without it.”
“We had to be sure,” San shrugged. “That creepy letter seemed to be talking about the…return of you-know-who. And even though it’s been a few years, everyone’s still spooked by that stuff. We needed to know whether to hide you, or take your wand, or…”
“Or find out I wasn’t a threat because I was a friend that actually told you the truth all the time?” Wooyoung said bitingly.
“Heee-y,” San joked and reached forward to fluff Wooyoung’s hair. “Don’t be like that. You know we had the best intentions.” Wooyoung let his hair get ruffled and stuck out his tongue.
Jongho figured out where things were leading and asked his question quietly. “But since it wasn’t either of them, you started suspecting that it might mean me, because you thought I was lying about being sick and you couldn’t reach me?” He stared at each of them in turn, but it was San who returned his gaze first.
“Yeah,” San chirped, “but since you didn’t actually send us anything at all and know nothing about it, that changes things. Plus because you got the same kind of letters from us – we didn’t send those – it’s an obvious set up.”
“Is it, though?” Mingi asked.
San sighed. “Yes, Mingi. Read any crime or mystery book anywhere and this is how people get framed, and misunderstandings abound, and blah blah blah. That’s why we’re having this talk right now.” Seonghwa and Wooyoung snickered at the cheeky response, but Mingi just adjusted his arms and stared at an interesting spot on the floor. San didn’t usually talk like that, so something about this situation must have been bothering him.
And Jongho didn’t even know what to make of Mingi. He had never seen him so tense, so guarded, so…suspicious. What had changed his friend so much that he wasn’t his usual sweet, kind, and open self? To witness such a drastic change like that…it definitely seemed plausible that they were being set up, and that it had been working so far. But…why, and by who? Who would it benefit if the 8 of them weren’t as close?
Jongho wasn’t sure what to say after hearing everything, and it seemed like his friends were still keeping some things from him. He tried to think back to everything that had happened since arriving at the Hogwarts station platform, hoping to find some more clues about everything. But the more he thought, the more he realized that it was a bunch of questions without answers.
Why had Seonghwa disappeared from the train, and what did he hide in his cloak? Why had Mingi kept so close, and why was he not surprised about anything that had happened? What had attacked them at the lake, and why had Seonghwa stayed alone in the boat to fight? What was with Seonghwa’s quick fire at the home base? And what was the problem between Yeosang and Mingi?
He wasn’t sure he would get answers to any of those things if his friends still had any doubts about him, as it seemed Mingi did. And from what San had recited, it did sound like it meant a student from Gryffindor. So among the 8 of them, besides Wooyoung, Jongho was the only other Gryffindor. Unless there was more to the creepy letter that they weren’t telling him, then there was only one choice that he could make to restore trust with his friends.
With a sigh, he asked, “Did you bring more of the veritaserum, San?”
San nodded sheepishly and touched the back of his neck, while Wooyoung scratched at the floor with a finger. Seonghwa shifted his feet around, and Mingi went as still as a statue.
“We don’t have to, though,” San said. “I think it’s pretty clear that someone is trying to frame you and possibly rip us apart.”
Mingi acted as if he was about to argue with that again, but Yunho chose that exact timing to burst in through the doorway.
“Crap – there you are,” he said, eyes wide and panting hard. He must have ran full speed to get there. “I thought you guys might be here. We need to get back to the castle, right now.”