We arrive, newly
The world always kept its secrets well-hidden, or at least that was how Dazai saw it. He wasn’t the type to miss details—life had trained him to spot the cracks in every surface, to find the lies hidden beneath the smiles of even the most innocent faces. So, when Mori had approached him with this mission, to infiltrate a secret magical society long hidden from the world, he was intrigued, even excited.
“Sounds fun,” Dazai finally said with a shrug. “When do we leave?”
Mori’s smile grew. “Tomorrow.”
Dazai wasn’t sure what was more surprising: the fact that the mafia had uncovered the existence of Hogwarts, or that they cared enough to send both him and Chuuya to investigate. He had spent countless hours digging through all the information Mori had given him—a secret magical society, old spells, and prophecies long forgotten, none of which added up to anything Dazai could make sense of. But if the mafia was interested, there had to be something valuable hidden within those ancient walls.
They had been introduced as “transfer students”—a cover story set up by the Port Mafia. Hogwarts had accepted them without much question or investigations, thanks to a few well-placed connections Mori had secured. But the real reason they were here was much more complicated.
Dazai was already piecing things together in his mind. Mori hadn’t told them the full story—he never did.
The mafia didn’t send them on pointless errands, and if there was something valuable hidden here, they were going to find it.
The next day, The train ride to Hogwarts had been long and uneventful, though the magical atmosphere was undeniable. Dazai, ever observant, had spent most of the journey gazing out the window, his mind already buzzing with theories and plans. Chuuya, on the other hand, had been slightly more restless, shifting in his seat every few minutes, clearly uncomfortable with the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Hey Chuuya, in what house to you think you'll be in?" Dazai suddenly asked, earning a curious look from Chuuya
Chuuya looked up, thinking for a moment "I don't know, Slytherin?" He finally answered, confidently
"Mmm, I think you'll be more suited in Gryffondor actually" Dazai said back, looking out the window, smirking, in a teasing manner
"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?" The ginger asked, smirking tho a hint of annoyance could be heard in his voice if paid extra attention
"Alright, the loser has to give a gift to the winner by the end of the year." The bandanged boy answered, a hint of genuin excitement showed on his face before his usual confident and teasing smirk appeared once again
"Alright!" Said the ginger, a little louder than wanted, grinning ear to ear as he looked out the window.
As the Hogwarts Express finally came to a halt, the two found themselves standing among a sea of students, all dressed in black robes. Dazai exchanged a quick glance with Chuuya before stepping off the train, boots crunching against the gravel of the station. The night was cool, and a slight mist hung in the air, adding to the mystique of the evening.
“Uh!…” Dazai murmured, eyes flickering with curiosity.
The moment they disembarked, a towering figure loomed over them, immediately catching their attention. It was Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. His giant stature was impossible to miss, and Dazai’s sharp eyes took in every detail—the wild beard, the crinkled eyes, and the warm, booming voice that followed.
"First years and new students, over here!" Hagrid called out, motioning for them to gather. His voice was kind but commanding, and despite his intimidating size, there was something oddly comforting about him.
Dazai and Chuuya exchanged glances but joined the crowd without complaint. As they moved toward Hagrid, Dazai’s mind was already working, assessing the giant man in front of them. Why send someone like him to greet us? Dazai mused, though he said nothing out loud.
Chuuya, ever more direct, mumbled, “What the hell is this guy, a walking tree?”
“Be nice, Chuuya,” Dazai said in his usual teasing tone, though he too was intrigued by Hagrid’s appearance. “He could be our first lead.”
“Do you even know what we’re supposed to be looking for?” Chuuya’s voice cut through the cold evening air as he crossed his arms, glaring at Dazai as if this entire mission were his fault.
Dazai smiled, the kind of smile that never reached his eyes. “Aren’t you curious? A magical society hidden from the world? Think of all the chaos we could cause.”
Chuuya clicked his tongue, clearly unimpressed. “This isn’t a game, Dazai. Mori wouldn’t have sent us if it wasn’t serious.”
The two started bickering, as usual, but Dazai knew that beneath the arguments and insults, Chuuya was just as interested in the mission as he was. The mafia didn’t send them on pointless errands, and if there was something valuable hidden here, they were definitely going to find it, together.
The students were ushered toward a group of small boats by the lake. The water shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting the grand silhouette of Hogwarts Castle in the distance. As the boats started moving on their own, Dazai leaned back, taking in the view.
Somehow, it was peaceful yet at the same time it wasn't. Because of his ability, 'No Longer Human', it nullified everything around, all the bits of magic that nobody could see from the human eye. Despite the fact that he couldn't see it himself, he could feel it, tinkling, in an umcorfatble manner which was aggravating and kept giving him a slight headache. He already disliked this place.
The castle loomed ahead, its turrets and towers piercing the sky, glowing faintly in the misty night. It was more impressive than any building he had seen, even within the Port Mafia’s domain. The enchantment around the castle was palpable.
As the boats docked near the castle, Hagrid led the way, and soon enough, the large group of students found themselves standing in front of the towering front doors of Hogwarts.
The doors creaked open, revealing a tall, stern-looking woman who stepped forward to greet them. It was Professor McGonagall, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd of new students. She paused briefly when her gaze landed on Dazai and Chuuya, clearly noting that they were different—not first years, but transfers, the transfers Dumbledore told her about.
Slowly yet carefully, she made her way towards them while also making sure to great each person in her way with a nod of acknowledgement. Stopping soon enough in front if the two boys.
“You must be the new students from… outside of the usual system,” McGonagall said, her voice firm but not unkind. She was cautious, but the curiosity in her eyes was unmistakable.
“Dazai Osamu,” Dazai introduced himself with a polite smile. He motioned to Chuuya. “And this is Nakahara Chuuya. We’ve just transferred.”
'Be normal, be normal' Dazai repeated to himself, if he wanted to make this mission work somehow, he had to start from a good start, that being said, respecting his soon to be teachers, he assumed, was the least he could do for now.
Chuuya just nodded in acknowledgement and Ms. McGonagall returned the gesture as soon as she saw it.
McGonagall nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. She looked to Hagrid. “Thank you, Hagrid. I’ll take it from here.”
Hagrid gave the pair a friendly nod before disappearing back toward the entrance. McGonagall, however, turned her full attention to Dazai and Chuuya.
“You’ll be sorted into your respective houses shortly,” she explained, her tone businesslike. “At Hogwarts, we have four houses—Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house will be like your family here, so it’s important that you respect the traditions and expectations of whichever house you are placed into.”
Chuuya snorted quietly, crossing his arms. “Does it really matter? We’re just here to… observe.”
Dazai shot him a sideways glance, though he was amused by Chuuya’s impatience. “Oh, it matters, Chuuya,” he said smoothly, his eyes glinting. “You’ll see.”
McGonagall’s eyes narrowed slightly at their interaction. “Regardless of your reason for being here, you will be treated as any other student. You are expected to follow the rules, attend your classes, and maintain proper decorum.”
Dazai offered a smile, one that McGonagall didn’t seem to entirely trust. “Of course, Professor. We’re here to learn, after all.”
And as fast as they finished talking, Ms. McGonagall showed them the way to the great hall, explaining different things from time to time and what was important and what was not.
Inside the Great Hall, the ceiling reflected the night sky, with stars twinkling above them as candles floated midair. Chuuya’s eyes widened slightly, though he tried to hide his amazement. “Is that… real?”
Dazai, too, was impressed, though he didn’t let it show as easily. “Enchantments,” he muttered. “Interesting.”
Professor McGonagall led them up to the front where the Sorting Hat sat on a stool. As they waited for their turn, she explained briefly about the houses, though her gaze often flicked toward them, as if still trying to figure them out.
Before they were called, a few other students whispered to each other, clearly curious about the new arrivals.
“Who do you think they are?” one girl whispered to another.
“They’re older than the others. Transfers, maybe?” another speculated.
"Transfers? I didn't know we had transfers here at Hogwarts?" The first girl replied, her tone filled with slight skepticism
"Yeah, but I think principal Dumbledore made an exception this year, something about wanting to try new?" The other replied, also skeptical but clearly interested.
Dazai heard every word but paid no mind. He was more focused on the Sorting Hat, wondering how it would react to someone like him—someone whose ability rendered magic useless. Would it even work on him? How does this sorting hat even work in the first place?
Finally, McGonagall called Dazai’s name. He stepped forward, casually sitting on the stool. The hat was placed on his head, and almost immediately, it seemed to hesitate.
“Well, well,” the hat said in a voice only Dazai could hear. “This is… unusual. Very unusual.”
Dazai smiled to himself, waiting. He could feel the hat probing, as if trying to make sense of him.
"You belong in… Slytherin!” the hat mused, yelled loud enough for everyone to hear in the Grand Hall.
The table to his left erupted in cheers as Dazai stood and made his way over, smirking at the outcome.
Chuuya, meanwhile, was less amused. He shot Dazai a look before stepping forward when his name was called. The hat barely touched his head before it shouted, “Gryffindor!”
Chuuya huffed, though he spmehow looked a little pissed about the outcome but not totally surprised. He made his way to the Gryffindor table, ignoring Dazai’s teasing grin from across the room, Dazai had just won their first bet and he knew Chuuya wasn't happy about it.
After the Sorting Ceremony, the two were pulled aside by McGonagall once more. She gave them a quick rundown of what was expected of them—attending classes, keeping up appearances, and above all, the secret password of the two house and how they changed frequently so they had to be memorized.
That wasn't going to be a problem for Dazai and normally, Dazai trusted Chuuya enough to not forget something as simple as that. Now the actual thing that bothered him was that, since they weren't in the same house, it would be harder to communicate together without being suspicious. Especially after what he heard from certain other Slytherins that was at the same table as him about the rivalry between the Gryffindor and the Slytherin.
“If you have any questions, you may come to me or your Head of House,” she said sternly. “You are here as students, but don’t forget your responsibilities.".
Dazai’s smile was all charm as he replied, “We won’t forget, Professor.”
With that, they were dismissed, but as soon as Ms. McGonagall was out of sight, Dazai turned around to Chuuya
"This is actually, maybe, going to be harder than I thought." He said, skeptical but still smiling as if he had already planned something.
"Sure as heck will" The redhead said "How are we supposed to communicate if we aren't even in the same house during our free time? This isn't going to end well." He whined
Seems like Chuuya had already caught on on the problem, which was great but Dazai had already many plans in mind that somehow might work without rising suspicions
"We should try taking the same classes, so that we have an excuse to talk to eachother and during our free time maybe a free spot away from the stares would be great to speak privately about the mission" Dazai suggested
"I mean sure, but when we aren't together are we supposed to shearch alone or do you want to go for and try to make friends?" The shorter boy asked, curious but skeptical, tone filled with slight conflict
"Lets try getting informations by using others, the more we can get the better." Dazai answered, confident tho there was a slight undertone of annoyance at the thought of having to socialize with anybody.
Honestly, Dazai trully believed that together, He and Chuuya could do this mission without having to socialize with anyone but if they do, then maybe it'll be more efficient, and so finishing this mission early
"Fine with me." Chuuya answered back, also clearly annoyed, tho he didn't try to hide it.
When Chuuya was about to leave to try and find his house, Dazai stopped him with one of his grins that meant he was about to say something that was goign to displease Chuuya
"By the way, Chibi~ You now own me a gift I must recieve by the end of the year ! You lost our bet!" He said, grinning ear to ear, and giggling like a child
"Aah?! Don't remind me!" The redhead spat back, his anger level suddenly going up at the sudden reminder
With that Chuuya headed back in another direction. Dazai observed for a moment, a slight pain right in between his chest at the thought of anything bad happening, he couldn't cost this mission, they had to succed no matter what, or else something bad would probably end up happening to the both of them— to Chuuya—and he didn't want that.
Slowly, Dazai made his way to his own dorm, saying the password, the wall suddenly dissapeared, revealing a door. 'Fascinating..' Dazai thought for a second.
He opened it and entered, soon enough met with a pretty vast house, it was pretty somehow? And for a moment, Dazai thought he wouldn't mind living here for a while.
He observed, visisted personally and glanced at random things from time to time, calculating everything and analyzing his surroundings. When that was done, he thought about going to find a bed for himself and just sleep the night, tho he might just have nightmares like usual and just not end up sleeping at all, when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Abruptly, Dazai turned around to look at who was it that would have bothered him, clearly annoyed het still kept a smile friendly enough to not push away people
"Hey," said the boy in front of Dazai. The guy had pale skin, deep green eyes that were easily visible and even more visible because of his light blond hair which seemed to contrast well to the lighting in the room "My name's Draco Malfoy, I noticed you at the sorting ceremony, despite being there it seems like you aren't a first year like the others."
This guy, Draco Malfoy, came to ask him about that? Somehow, he thought he was stupid but then remembered that the whole transfer thing was new and that maybe it was just normal
"Oh, I'm a transfer you see? I got here as an exchange student and everything, Mr. Dumbledore tried to do something new this year!" He said, his usual smile on his face, his tone fake as a stone pretending to be a diamond
"A transfer?" A new voice said, another guy which was standing next to Draco's left, a buzz cut it seemed and dark skinned. Atleast he looked more approachable than this Draco guy "We accept transfers now?"
"Yeah, I think so if you hadn't noticed." A new voice right again, this time next to Draco' right, a girl, white skinned, short black hair and her features were more of a spoiled brat than anything "There was also another guy who seemed to not be a first year, but he got sorted into Gryffindor."
"What a shame," Draco said, smirking, tone filled with confidence "Everybody knows the Gryffindor are nothing compared to the Slytherin, soon he'll realize how bad they are." He said, outloud but not loud enough for everyone in the house to hear, giggling to himself.
"Whats your age?" Asked the other man, curious.
"15" replied Dazai, his smirk still on and tone filled with common respect. If things continued this way, he might be able to make this guy a trustfull subordinate, just thinking about it made him grin. With a little manipulation from there and there, he should be able to roll down everyone under him.
"Oh, so your the same age as us three, sixth year." Oh, so thats it, he was sixth year, quite frankly he had forgotten about that little detail as he didn't deemed it to be much of an importance.
After a while, they had small talk from time to time and soon enough, Dazai learned the name of the other guy being Blaise and the girl being Pansy. They were apparently Draco' closest friend, he learned about the rivalry going on between the Slytherin and the Gryffondor, about the prophecy of a guy named Harry Potter and that this Harry was in the same year, in Gryffondor which meant Chuuya would have to deal with him.
Honestly, he didn't quite much care about most of the things they were saying but those prophecies somehow caught his attention and before he knew it, Pansy and Blaise were carefull enough to have explained everything in detail as if they had memorized a whole essay while Draco just listened, bored, as if he had already heard that a millionth times before.
Soon enough, Dazai made his way to the dorms and just picked out a bed he liked enough and was free to be taken.
He layed down, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the mission, what he had learned today, how things could play out if everything went fine, and most importantly, how was everything going on Chuuya' side? And if Chuuya was fine but that was another detail he had much time to think off for later
Slowly, he drifted into sleep, but like usual, one of his nightmare appeared
And for a moment, he had the impression he was surrounded by dogs again, those mean glares as if he was about to be eaten at any given moments
In a panick, he woke up instantly, thankfulky without making a noise, and he looked around, sweating as he looked at his hands, specifically his palsm which were still covered with bandages including his arms and for a moment, his hand went up to his neck
He touched it as if to make sure he could feel the old fabric of bandages, as if to make sure it wasn't true, that it was just a dream and that it was in the past.
Carefully, he layed down again but this time, unable to actually sleep because a certain ginger wasn't next to him.
Usually, in general they would sleep in the same bed from time to time as it helped Dazai calm down at nights and somehow help him with his nightmares but alone, it came back everytime.
And usually, in undercover mission like this which demanded extra care, they would also sleep together in the same place, close to each other as to feel the other and make sure evrything was alright. As a way to make sure we were okay, calm and comfortable, a feeling of safety.
But Chuuya wasn't here and he coulnd't do anything for now. Atleast not now. And for a moment, Dazai thought that Chuuya might actually be awake too? But it would be too risky to go out after curfew so he just stayed laid back staring at the ceiling, deep in thoughts.