An Ateez x Harry Potter Fanfiction
This fanfiction also appears on my wattpad (usually upload there first).
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 – Chapter Four – Chapter Five – Chapter Six – Chapter Seven – Chapter Eight – Chapter Nine
06/25/24 – Ateez just got back from Mawazine and they did so awesome!!!! I also want to draw attention to the fact that they performed Live, for an entire hour, with very little breaks.
Aka? These guys are AWESOME artists and really put a lot of heart and soul into what they’re doing. I also couldn’t help but notice how much more English they’ve learned – their flow and pronunciation is getting more and more natural. And I love it – they’re such respectful and considerate people!!
Chapter 10 – Dragons
“What did you, Ron, and Harry do all summer?” Mingi asked Hermione. She had just taken the potion and was looking between them all with an odd smile on her face. Jongho understood what caused it all too well and grimaced. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to take that ever again.
“Well,” Hermione started with enthusiasm. “We all wanted to get back into things together, and of course Harry and Ginny are thinking about getting married. So we gathered at the Weasley house and spent a lot of the time studying old things. It’s amazing what can slip after just a few years. I kept telling Ron that if we didn’t put in at least that much effort, then we might as well not even enroll. Thankfully he stopped arguing after that and took the studying seriously.” She took a breath and rolled her eyes dramatically, but the odd grin on her face stayed in tact.
“And then any moment we weren’t studying was spent thinking about the wedding. Ginny isn’t sure if they should wait until school is over, or just get it over with during one of the breaks. They’re thinking about a Christmas wedding.”
Wooyoung and Seonghwa shared a look the longer that Hermione kept spilling details, while Yeosang blushed deeper and deeper. Hongjoong had busied himself with inspecting some of the books, and Yunho kept pacing nearby. San had sat down and had his arms crossed. He kept flicking his eyes between Hermione and Yeosang, but it was impossible to tell what he was thinking of.
Mingi interrupted Hermione’s monologue as it was getting a little too personal. “And what did you do once you arrived at platform 9 & 3/4?”
“Oh. We sent our luggage on its way, said goodbye to Mrs Weasley, and boarded the train. I sat with Ron, Harry, and Ginny. So many people popped by to say hi that it would take forever to list them all.”
“That’s alright – no need,” Mingi said gently. “What did you do on the train?”
“Oh, we didn’t get much time to ourselves – so many people did a lot more than just say hi. There was maybe only about 30 minutes we had to ourselves, just the four of us. But when we did get time alone, we talked about the strange letter. We all received the same one, and all at the same time. We thought that the lion’s mane hint means someone in Gryffindor. But then Harry shared a story with us about how he got to choose between Slytherin and Gryffindor – the hat wanted to put him in both places.” She paused, and both Mingi and Yeosang shifted their feet awkwardly. Jongho noticed it and tilted his head to the side. Had they been through something similar?
Come to think of it: the hat had something similar with him at the affiliation sorting. He could have made a choice, because the hat wasn’t quite sure. It liked all options for him. If this was a common experience, then it could make it a lot harder to track down any would-be-Gryffindor’s.
“Anyways,” Hermione continued, “Harry obviously chose Gryffindor in the end. But it made me wonder if there was perhaps someone who should have been in Gryffindor but wasn’t. And that means the clue could refer to anyone, which isn’t very helpful. So all we can do is watch for any strange movements this year and be vigilant. Especially because of the tri-wizard tournament. And, well, we all know how that ended up last time, so it would make sense that something strange could go on again even though they say they’ve made special arrangements this time.”
“Yes, we do,” San said absentmindedly. No doubt he was already miles ahead with a bunch of different theories.
“What did you do once you arrived at the platform?” Mingi said, interrupting what Hermione had been about to say.
“Oh. Well, that was a terrible time this evening,” she said with odd enthusiasm. Jongho winced, remembering how he had shared details in the same way. The potion seemed to make everything look like a dazzling sunset.
“Ron and I got into an argument. He was already talking about skipping some of the essential classes and I told him that I wouldn’t be helping with homework under any circumstances. And he got angry, but Ginny and Harry stepped in to remind us where we all were. People were listening in, of course. And then the first years boarded the boats, so I watched that for a while. But something caught my eye over by the Hogwarts shore. I don’t know what it was,” she said, and everyone gawked at her.
She had seen something?
“I remember thinking about how dark it had gotten already even though the stars were out and the moon was supposed to be out. It was almost as if someone had cast a spell to make everything darker. But despite it all, I still saw something, that much I know. I suppose everyone else was too busy being excited, but I was angry and looking for something to think about.”
“Can you remember what shape it was, or anything that happened to it?” San said, now paying close attention.
“Well, I can’t be sure. If I had to guess, I would say it was the mast of a pirate ship. But that can’t be right at all,” she said and laughed. “Durmstrang arrived on a ship like that for the tri wizard tournament last time, but I was told that the other schools won’t get here until the first week is over.”
San uncrossed his arms and rested his face in his hands instead. His eyes darted back and forth, and Jongho wished he could get a glimpse of what his friend was thinking about.
“What did you see at Hagrid’s hut?” Mingi asked. No doubt this was to confirm her version of events about the professor.
“Well, it’s still so shaky. But I remember seeing that new professor putting his wand away. I felt confused, as if something had happened that I couldn’t remember. I know I was happy that we passed the test at the lake and made it to Hagrid’s hut, but it was also…wrong. And foggy. Although the memory of seeing the professor and his wand is much more clear. So I believe that’s when the confundus charm must have been cast on us all.”
Mingi shared a look with San, and they nodded.
“What do you know of ancient dragon species?” Mingi asked in a quiet voice. The room seemed extra silent as if everything was listening in.
Jongho, though, was shocked. Ancient dragons? What did that have to do with anything? Jongho shook his head as if he hadn’t heard properly. Mingi hadn’t asked him about this type of thing, had he? A lot of the questions seemed like a blur in hindsight, so he couldn’t be sure.
Behind them, Hongjoong dropped a book. Seonghwa and Wooyoung spun on the spot and drew their wands as if they were expecting an ambush. Hongjoong held up his hand and Yunho loosed a breath.
What had them on edge all of a sudden?
“Well, while looking at some books over the summer that the Weasley’s had stored away, I found something interesting. There’s a rare type of dragon that no one has seen in many years, and it only hatches under specific conditions,” she said. Seonghwa crossed his arms and looked pointedly at Mingi, who avoided his gaze entirely. “But what those conditions were, and anything about the dragon itself – I can’t say. The page was ripped in half, and when I asked Mrs Weasley about it, she said it must have been one of her sons. It was something passed down in the family and had been intact until the last time she had seen it herself. She couldn’t recall the information either, though. And when I went to the London Wizarding Library, there was absolutely nothing about it. And even more strangely,” she said, and started showing signs of the potion wearing off.
Hermione shook her head as if she was dislodging water. She continued speaking, although a little more slowly and with less of a grin on her face. “Even more strangely is that the librarian got very upset when I asked after this specific type of knowledge. They insisted that no such species existed. And also because they had lived nearly as long as Mr. Flammel himself due to being a close friend, they insisted that their knowledge was not something to argue with. But the whole interaction felt strange, and suddenly my membership to the more restricted parts of the library was revoked the next day.”
Something flashed behind San’s eyes, and Yeosang caught it. He crossed his arms but said nothing. And then all it took was Seonghwa shifting weight from foot to foot for Jongho to figure out what they were hiding from him. The contraband Seonghwa had been hiding at the platform, and the reason he cared more about tending to the fire in their hideout than cleaning up the dust.
It all made sense. “You guys found a special dragon egg this summer, didn’t you?” Jongho said. Wooyoung loosed a breath and replied, “Well, I guess the cats out of the bag on that one.”
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Hermione shook her head again as Mingi fluffed his hair. Yunho looked from person to person nervously, and Hongjoong rejoined their semi circle. But no one wanted to answer Jongho directly, it seemed.
It was Hermione who spoke next. “You actually found an egg for the Egyptian Flame dragon?” she asked, eyes going wide. Jongho had never heard of that species before.
Mingi nodded, and Seonghwa found an interesting spot on the floor to stare at. Oddly enough, it was Yeosang who answered.
“Yes, we did. And it’s about time we explained what we did this summer, don’t you think?” he said confidently and looked pointedly at Mingi.
Mingi bit his lips and held the back of his neck, but nodded yes. He didn’t start explaining, though. Clearly this was going to be left to someone else.
“There was more to the letter,” San said and leaned forward in his chair. He clasped his hands and put them between his knees. “All will be revealed in the Golden Hour, Glastonbury, at the end of a rainbow to the north,” he recited.
“Which was confusing AF,” Wooyoung quipped.
“Until I remembered the legend about the Glastonbury Tor,” Hongjoong added. “When my family and I visited, there was a sign that said something about rainbows leading to a pot of gold. And since Muggles often get things at least half right, I realised that there had to be something about it.”
San nodded, and Yunho spoke next. “So we went there. We figured that if the letters were from you, Jongho, that we’d find you waiting there anyways. Otherwise…we would have come to get you and taken you with us,” he said and looked at Jongho with a clear apology written all over his face. Jongho smiled and tapped Yunho’s shoulder in response. He understood why they made that decision, but still wished he could have gone with them.
At least they had cleared up his innocence. He felt relieved to be trusted again, although still worried that it could be shaken so easily. Who had set them up this summer, and why? They had to get to the bottom of it, and soon. He thought he would be fine once his innocence was proven, but hearing more details just made his anxiety worse.
Hongjoong said, “And sure enough when we looked to the north at golden hour, a rainbow appeared. So we sent Mingi to the…” he said, but Mingi shot him a glare. Hongjoong shook his head and changed what he was going to say, but it was too late.
Jongho had already seen it: there was more that they were hiding from him and not willing to share. He watched them carefully, and tried to hide the renewed hurt that he felt.
“A few of us went to check it out and got an idea of where it was,” Hongjoong said. “It lead to some weird arched doorway that only appeared when we got close. There was a crest, and some language none of us had seen before. We weren’t sure whether to try to enter it the first day. So we spent some time asking locals about the area first.”
“And we found,” Yeosang said in a tone that said he was clearly annoyed with something, “That it was the tomb for an ancient bloodline. No one was really sure who it belonged to, though. There were some local legends that it was cursed to all hell, too, so most people avoided it. But once we got in there, we figured out which family it belonged to.”
Jongho’s friends all looked at him, and he got a sinking feeling. Surely it couldn’t be related to him, could it? Hermione scanned them all before settling her gaze on Jongho, too. And then her eyes widened, and she said, “It belonged to him, didn’t it? That’s why you were so suspicious of him this whole time.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement.
But…how, and why? Jongho’s family had never mentioned anything special about their heritage, and they certainly had never made a road trip to any long lost relatives. How could they assume that Jongho would hide something big like this from them? After all these years, and they still felt like they didn’t know him well enough?
Jongho looked at San, hoping to see something that would answer why. Why they would let a letter take them so far away from everything they had built together. But at the same time, voices filled the hallway.
“I put a trace on him like you suggested. But that’s so weird. There’s no one here. It’s just a bunch of statues.”
Everyone looked towards the door except for Jongho. He was about to, but saw Hermione’s face out of the corner of his eye. She went white as a sheet, as if she knew who that voice belonged to and had no desire to come face-to-face with them.
Curious, Jongho looked around at his friends to see if any of them were having the same reaction. Mostly, they looked fearful as if none of them liked the idea of being overheard right now. And rightfully so – it sounded like there was more to the story that they weren’t telling, and maybe had been about to. But now, all of them were frozen and staring hard at the door.
“Do you think they heard us?” Seonghwa whispered, unable to handle the seconds ticking by.
Hermione replied quietly, “No. We tested it. No one can hear into here if someone is in here. But that still isn’t someone we want to run into. We need to figure something out, and now,” she said and stood. She was in front of Mingi in seconds and raised her wand. Everyone’s gaze darted towards them. Mingi backed away in alarm, but San also got up and reached out to him.
“It’s okay,” San said. “She’s probably just going to look for a trace.” The others relaxed. Yunho and Wooyoung walked over to the entrance and put their ear up to the door. Mingi nodded at San and relaxed while Hermione mumbled a complex spell that Jongho hadn’t heard before. He had to hand it to her – she really was talented at magic. Being able to recall useful spells for every moment was a gift.
After a few minutes, a light shot up from Mingi and pulsed in the air for a second. Hermione frowned at it and crossed her arms. “As I thought,” she said. “I can’t remove it or put it on something else. We’ll have to get you out of here a different way or else it’ll raise suspicion.”
Seonghwa raised his eyebrows and asked, “Why? Who is it out there that we don’t want to run into right now?”
Hermione didn’t need to answer as someone else spoke from the hallway.
“No one’s here, Draco. Maybe they caught you and shifted it onto one of these statues?”
“No,” Draco said with determination. “They’re here. We just have to figure out where.”