Hogwarts : The Bangtan Episode

“I’ll skip my first block. Jungkook has free time after that, then Tae, then Jimin. We’ll make it work.”

“They wouldn’t ask us to do this.”

“I know, which is why they need it. Even conscious they’d never.”

Jimin clutched his bag closer to his chest, staying silent. Jin and Hoseok didn’t know he was listening, and he’d rather keep it that way. Jimin knew he missed a lot during the break, and there had to be things that Hoseok wasn’t telling them all. He wasn’t spying, really, Hoseok and Jin were having this conversation in a public corridor. It didn’t matter if Jimin was hiding behind the corner or not.

“This is crazy. Namjoon is practically dead, and Yoongi is no better off. How did we end up as nurses?”

“They have no one else. Their family hates them, so we’re all they’ve got left.”

“I know, I know, but I’m not a nurse. I don’t know how to help Namjoon’s overworked arms. That’s magic beyond us.”

“We have no choice, we have to figure it out. We can’t go to the nurse or else she’ll know. They’ll take Joon and Yoongi away from us.”

The voices faded, leaving to head to their dorms. It was late, around one in the morning. Jimin was watching the two unconscious boys first, staying in the Room of Requirement. Unfortunately the room wasn’t big enough. There was only one bed, and the door to nowhere was starting to freak Jimin out. They had managed to close it, but still. It was there.

They told Jimin to stay put. Not to leave the boys or the room. In case of an emergency, summon the others with a charmed piece of paper. Let them sleep, but don’t sleep yourself. Jungkook was supposedly taking his place around 5 AM, so he had to just wait till then.

Jimin waited ten minutes before he realized how badly his back hurt. He was contorted on a small couch, growing colder by the second as the fireplace went out. Even Hogwarts seemed to leave him, because the embers lost all warmth. Jimin thought there were so many blankets in the room before, but now, he couldn’t find any. There was nothing to occupy him, no food, books, or water. It left him alone with rather dark thoughts he didn’t want to focus on.

Yoongi and Namjoon are possibly dying.

All of their lies.

The murderer on the loose.

Homework.

Sleep.

Burying his head in his hands, Jimin sniffled, feeling rather alone. What was he to do? He didn’t know how to help, even if there was an emergency. He needed help.

After Namjoon literally crashed back into their lives, he couldn’t transform back into a human. He was writhing in pain, thrashing around like a crazed animal. Everyone was screaming, and it woke Yoongi up, who quickly cast a counter-curse that transformed Joon. He turned back into a human, very naked, and very in pain. He was screaming in agony, covered in cuts and shaking with muscle spasms. 

Yoongi knocked him out. 

They both slept together after that, the magic strain too much on Yoongi. Namjoon hasn’t woken up since. Jimin misses him. He’d know what to do. Namjoon always knew what to do. He was so wise and kind, it brought tears to the edges of Jimin’s eyes.

Opening his eyes, he blinked through a watery gaze. There was a light on the wall that Jimin didn’t remember being there. A small painting of an old wizard sitting in a train station was there, illuminated by the light. On the frame was a small etched quote that simply read “Help will be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.”

Jimin blinked, glancing up at the little old wizard. He waved politely at the Slytherin, before walking out of his frame.

“What?” Jimin expected the little man to answer or come back, but he didn’t. “Wait, wait! Come back, I need help-”

Jimin traced the wall, confused about where the little man went. There were no other paintings in this room, how could he leave? The only place he could’ve gone was. . . 

The door to nowhere.

Jimin glanced back at the bed of sickly Hyungs, then at the clock. He needed help.

He opened the door, bracing himself for the cold wind but was shocked when he found a hallway. It looked like the hallway leading to the Ravenclaw commons, but no one was in sight. Tenderly stepping into the darkness, Jimin walked forward. He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave them behind, but Hogwarts was leading him somewhere. He looked around, confused about the peculiar choice of destination. He turned back, ready to return, but was shocked to see the door gone. In its place, a rather gory painting of death. In his hands held a shimmering cloak, a wand, and a small stone. The Deathly Hallows.

Jimin didn’t know what to do. He panicked. He left them behind. They could be dying. They needed him. Freaking out, Jimin sprinted down the hallway, not bothering to take his wand out and light his way. He had to find the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

He kept running, hoping and praying that Filch wasn’t patrolling the corridors tonight. Just as he passed the owlery turn, he collided into something, sending him sprawling onto the floor. Gasping, Jimin turned around, looking for what he fell on. Instead, he saw the door, right at the end of the hall.

He clambered across the floor, unsure where his adrenaline was coming from. He had to get inside, quickly. He threw himself at the door handle, collapsing inside as soon as he passed the threshold. He heard the lock click, and instantly he felt safe.

Dusting himself off, Jimin turned around. His jaw dropped. The room was completely different. Hogwarts had kicked him out of the room to reset it.

The shape had changed to be long and narrow, half resembling the hospital wing. Along one wall were cabinets, cubbies, book shelves, and other storage. The other was all open windows, overlooking the Black Lake below. There were four beds, with a few couches and chairs pushed against the back wall. There was even a miniature desk at the foot of each bed, with cozy rugs and lamps littered about. In the dim candle light, Jimin could make out Namjoon and Yoongi asleep in their own beds, tucked neatly in the sheets. 

Quickly walking over, Jimin sat on the edge of Namjoon’s bed. He held his hand to the elder’s forehead, feeling his temperature. Still hot, but at least he was sleeping. He was sweaty, hair stuck to his skin and a permanent frown on his face. His dimples lightly showed, and Jimin sighed. He lightly caressed Namjoon’s cheek, silently wishing he’d wake up.

“Come on Joon, we need you. We don’t know what to do now. Do we look for the bad guy? Worry about Yoongi? Find help? What did your father say? . . . please Joon Hyung. You can’t miss classes.” Jimin added the last part as a final hope. He didn’t think Namjoon would ever miss a single class in his life, even if he was on his deathbed.

Well, they’d figure that out tomorrow.

Sighing, Jimin made a mental reminder to collect Namjoon’s homework. When he’d wake up, no doubt he’d want something to work on until he was strong enough to move. Sure, it was his arms that were the weakest (seeing as being an owl is all arm/wing movement), but Jimin knew he would need rest. 

Looking at Namjoon’s bedside table, Jimin was surprised to see a book placed there. He carefully picked it up, knowing Namjoon hadn’t been awake for some light reading.

“Wizarding World’s Advanced Healing Charms, by Leanna Kim”, Jimin read. He flipped through the pages, glancing at a few stamina charms, and similar ones. He landed on a muscle relaxant page, and quietly casted the spell. Namjoon’s arms untensed, and his frown faded, but he still was asleep.

Jimin kept flipping through the pages when a quiet pop sounded. He whipped around, afraid he’d been caught, but instead he was met with a house elf.

Teeth, the house elf.

“Fucking hard it is to navigate this stupid castle, yes it is,” She murmured, dusting herself off.

“Teeth!” Jimin yelped, hand over his heart. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Teeth thinks it’s best she snuck up on you, not someone else.”

“Well, yeah,” Jimin replied, scooting over so she could sit on Namjoon’s bed with him. “Why are you here, though?”

“To warn Mr.Park, duh.”

Jimin stared blankly at her. Never had he heard a house elf say duh. The house elves he’d met in his extended family’s homes were very reserved and respectful. Teeth always wanted to swear and gossip with Jimin, and at first it surprised him, but who was he to not gossip?

“You came to warn me?”

“Yes, I dids. And to help. Mr.Park needs lots of help. Him and his friends are not smart.”

Jimin crossed his arms.

“It’s not our fault! Our Ravenclaw is unconscious.”

Teeth glanced at Namjoon and she raised her eyebrows.

“He is a Ravenclaw? He is very handsome, Teeth thinks.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, scratching his head.

“Uh, I guess so? Namjoon isn’t really-”

“Namjoon.” Teeth murmured, watching the Ravenclaw very closely. “Teeth likes that name.”

Jimin lightly grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Namjoon, worrying she might drool on him.

“Uh, let’s let Hyung sleep a bit. He just got back from a long trip.”

“Teeth knows,” She snapped, rolling her eyes. “Teeth was the one who let him in.”

“You let him in? But we opened the door-”

“Teeth was the one knocking. Mr.Park was supposed to be watching the sky for his friend. Hogwarts gave Mr.Park a room with windows.”

“Oh. . . we were busy.” Jimin uncomfortably patted the floor. “Sorry Hogwarts.”

Teeth rolled her eyes, and took the book from Jimin’s hands. She started paging through it while Jimin talked.

“Have you been helping us this whole time?”

“No. Teeth does not like Mr.Park’s friends. They are annoying and bossy. Especially Mr.Kim.”

“Which one?”

“Both Mr.Kims. All Kims, bad to Teeth.”

“Namjoon is a Kim.”

Teeth looked up from the book, shock in her eyes.

“NO! Mr.Namjoon cannot be! He is far prettier than the other friends of Mr.Park! They cannot be related!”

Jimin giggled, lightly pushing her shoulder.

“They’re not related, don't worry. You won’t have to marry into the family.” Although Jimin was teasing about marrying Namjoon, Teeth seemed to have taken the matter seriously, and was overjoyed to know that Taehyung and Jin were not Namjoon’s brothers.

“Good, Teeth thinks. Teeth would not want to have to collect mail for more people. Owls are pretty, but too noisy.”

“What?”

“Teeth collected Mr.Namjoon’s mail, since he is sick. Also, Teeth grabbed Mr.Min’s.” Teeth snapped her fingers, and a stack of mail appeared on the bed. “There have been many thefts from the owlery lately, and Teeth could tell Mr.Min did not want his letters read. So she grabbed them.”

“Wait,” Jimin waved his arms. “There’s stuff been stolen from the owlery?”

“Yes,” Teeth nodded. “Much stuffs lately. No one realizes though, except for us house elves. Always doing Hogwarts scum jobs, treated like filth, no good-”

“Teeth,” Jimin grabbed her arms. “What’s been stolen?”

Teeth glared at Jimin.

“Teeth no need to tell you. That is for the Headmistress only. Just because Mr.Park is a wizard does not mean he is above Teeth!”

“Teeth please, I didn’t-”

“TEETH WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH DISRESPECT!” Teeth bit Jimin’s hand, and he fell backwards. She hissed and apparated, disappearing into the night.

“Fucking bipolar elf!” Jimin cursed, nursing his hand. He quickly charmed the wound closed, and then sat back down by Namjoon’s side. Still, the Ravenclaw was silent. If he was sleeping through an elf bite attack, he was surely unconscious and not just sleeping.

Jimin sighed, sifting through the mail. There were a few flyers, ads, a Quibbler for Namjoon, Ministry reports, a Daily Prophet. Jimin scanned the headlines, noticing that the main event was the death of a Daily Prophet reporter. A young man who went to take pictures in dangerous places like Azkaban and the Bermuda Triangle was found dead in his home. They suspect it to be gang poisoning, or sudden wizard flu, but nothing has been confirmed. 

While Jimin leafed through the paper, a small envelope fell from the pages. It was tiny, with a delicate Min Yoongi scrawled on the front. Jimin picked it up and examined the delicate black pages. He didn’t want to assume, but he figured it was from Yoongi’s parents. Earlier that year they had written to the Head of Slytherin House, demanding Yoongi be pushed into group activities and acclimated to the others. They were furious to hear Yoongi preferred Namjoon’s company to his own house. Jimin tried to deliver the letter to Yoongi, but remembered he had the letter burnt in his hands.

Curiosity burnt inside Jimin, and he felt the paper match his heat. Worrying that it was a howler, Jimin set the envelope down by Yoongi’s table, not wanting to be murdered for accidentally opening it. He went back to Namjoon’s side, but tripped over the book Teeth had left on the floor.

Jimin rolled his eyes, picking it up. Stupid Teeth. She helps them one minute, then bites Jimin the next. She probably tripped Jimin in the hallway earlier tonight, and no doubt she had something to do with the missing mail. Why wouldn’t she just tell Jimin? And why did she think she needed to warn Jimin? She barely even did. She just mentioned the mail, then ran off after swooning over Namjoon. What a help she was.

Jimin looked at Namjoon’s sleeping face, then looked down at the book in his hand. The healing charms book had a bent page, and Jimin opened it to correct the page. He started folding it back when he realized what was on the page.

Reviving spells and Muscle Strengthener Hexes.

Teeth had helped Jimin again, by finding the right charms for him.

Immediately, Jimin cast the complicated spell, bright red light seeping into Namjoon’s chest. He immediately began to stir, and Jimin rushed around the room, grabbing a few leaves, candles, and creams that were sitting out. Everything he needed for the muscle hex. This magic was darker, more archaic and less accepted in the modern wizarding world. The hex called for Jimin to draw ruins on Namjoon’s arms, followed by a few chants and drips of candle wax. Namjoon was half conscious by the time the spell was half over, and Jimin pushed harder. He focused in, muttering the words the book said over and over. He felt his own strength leave him, serving as collateral for the health Namjoon was receiving. 

With one final swish of his wand, Jimin ended the hex. He grabbed a wash cloth just as Namjoon’s eyes flickered open, cleaning the now burning ruins off his arms.

“MMmnnggh, my arrmms.. . .”

“I’m sorry Hyung, I know, it burns but you’ll be stronger, just be tough-”

Namjoon groaned again, more sweat on his skin. Jimin laid a cool washcloth on his head, humming a slow tune. Namjoon calmed, and slipped back into sleep, no doubt exhausted. At least he had woken, Jimin was worried he had been hexed asleep or something. No, he’d just have to wait for Namjoon to naturally wake up. 

His body needed all the time it could anyway. When he flew to the Ministry he had torn so many muscles and ligaments in his arms (then wings), that it was a miracle he made it back at all. If Jimin’s spell worked, then Namjoon would heal, and hopefully be able to use his limbs.

The Slytherin silently covered Namjoon’s sleeping body with his sheet, trying not to notice the burnt ruins in Namjoon’s arms. 

Jimin could only wait now. 

Wait and think about who, what, and why there were things being stolen from the owlery.