Hogwarts : The Bangtan Episode

-Next Night-

“-and so now there’s a rumor going around school that Jungkook and Hoseok Hyung are secretly gay lovers, but they claim it's not true. Well, Hoseok says he’s gay, but not for Jungkook. Do I know if that’s true? No. Do I know why they were in the potions cabinet in the first place? No. All sorts of weird shenanigans happen while I’m away. Don’t worry though, I don’t regret coming home for Christmas! I loved seeing you guys, and I miss you so much already.

Write to me soon, Taehyung xo”

Taehyung finished his letter, smiling fondly as he sealed the envelope shut. He’d have his family owl deliver the message, and his little siblings would respond in a day or two. For being muggles, they caught along rather quickly to the idea of owl mail. In fact, his entire family was really supportive and understanding of every wizarding thing Taehyung brought home or shared. They may not have a single clue what Defense Against the Dark Arts is, or what a bowtruckle is, but they just smile and nod when Taehyung rambles about them.

Taehyung wouldn’t know what to do without them. They always gave the best advice, or a shoulder to cry on. He just can’t imagine life in Yoongi or Namjoon’s shoes. Parents who don’t care about your day-to-day lives? No one to ask for advice? No birthday presents? It sounded horrible, and he truly pitied them.

Taehyung wheeled his chair over to Namjoon’s bed. He smiled down at his Hyung, happy to see he was sleeping peacefully. Namjoon had woken up today, for the first time since he came home. He was pretty shaken up about his experience, and he didn’t want to talk about it yet. Jin said it was for the best, and that everyone should “give the man some goddamn peace”. Jin put up a tough front, but Taehyung knew he was just relieved Namjoon was okay.

It was around lunchtime when he woke up, and everyone came running. Luckily, the Room of Requirement made it easy for everyone to find their way in, so all seven were reunited. Even Yoongi. He chose to stay on his bed, quiet, and clearly avoiding eye contact with Hoseok. Jimin gave both bed-ridden boys their single day of missed homework, which they spent most of the afternoon on. There was always one healthy person watching over them, just in case. Namjoon insisted they were fine, but Hoseok and Jin overruled him. 

Taehyung offered to take the overnight shift, and no one argued against it. He had a bit of homework to get done, a letter to his siblings, and some catching up to do with Namjoon. Although the last part didn’t seem like it was going to happen, seeing as Namjoon was now passed out on his bed. 

Taehyung gently pulled the covers over his chest, and he slid the glasses off of his Hyung’s face. He’d give Namjoon time, and maybe in the morning, he would feel well enough to tell them what he found out on his trip. Hopefully his father had something incredibly insightful to add to their ongoing mystery. Maybe it’d make it all worth it.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispered, rubbing his eyes. He had just woken up, and his black hair was sticking everywhere. “What time is it?”

“3 AM, try to sleep more.”

“No point, I’ve been sleeping for days.”

“You were an animal for days. Magic takes a toll.”

Yoongi didn’t respond, and instead picked at his nails. Taehyung felt bad for him. He must feel so alone. He fought with one of his friends to protect him, turned everyone against him, and then isolated himself as a wild animal for days waiting for his friend that he didn’t know if he was alive or dead. Now, he’s alone and locked in this room, with no one to talk to or tell him everything was going to be alright.

“Here,” Taehyung grabbed the stack of mail off of the table. “Jimin got this for you yesterday. It’s your mail. Read through it and go back to sleep.”

Yoongi nodded and gave him a quiet thanks. 

Taehyung turned back to Namjoon, ready to give him his final medicine for the night. They had been keeping him on a steady routine of muscle healing magical pills, alongside a stamina charm Jimin taught the group this morning. They performed it every hour, and while Taehyung and Hoseok said it was going to be like a steroid on Namjoon, Jungkook said it was “fine”, and that “Namjoon will like it”. 

Taehyung had to admit, he liked it.

Namjoon was starting to look ripped. His arms had recently been getting “jacked” (Jungkook’s personal word choice), from doing absolutely nothing. Jimin said that because his arm muscles had been completely torn and destroyed on his flight, the charms and pills were correcting and rebuilding what was lost. Taehyung just gave him his last dose of healing medication, so he’d stop growing muscle mass after this. From there, they expected Namjoon to rest more, and the muscle would fade back to its normal. They’d just get to live with an incredibly burly-armed Namjoon for a few days.

Nothing that the maknaes were complaining about.

Would the Hyungs care? Taehyung didn’t know. They hadn’t seen him yet. The swelling had started around noon today, and only Jimin and Jungkook had visited. Hoseok and Jin would just be surprised tomorrow morning. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind, but then again, he seemed a little numb to everything around him.

Taehyung yawned, rubbing his eyes. Namjoon was asleep, medicated and happy. Yoongi was reading his mail, and going to sleep soon. Taehyung’s job was over, so he could go to sleep now. He walked over to his favorite couch, bundling up in the warm blankets. 

“Night Hyung.”

“. . . night Tae.”

---

Lightning flashes outside the manor. Taehyung doesn’t know where he is. He is clearly visiting a wealthy wizarding family, since the iron gates and guards. It’s raining heavily. Taehyung walks through the downpour with no problems, his hair and clothes dry.

He blinks and he is inside the manor.

“Why isn’t he here yet? The funeral is in two days.” The voices are garbled and thick.

“He’ll be here.”

A couple argues in the foyer. They’re pale, with dark hair and perfect clothes. They scream of old money and pureblood genetics. The house is only decorated in black. 

“He better be. I want him out of that school before the attacks start.”

“He’d be fine anyway. At least his marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts are good.”

“At least. He was supposed to be better than his brother. All we’ve seen is a sorry excuse of an incredible wizard hiding his powers for fuck knows the reason!” The man yells, the lights flickering. Thunder rumbles outside, and the wife winces. She holds her forearm in pain.

“He’ll be here soon. Just be patient. He can’t push away fate for forever-”

The clouds rush into the room, breaking the windows. Taehyung falls back into smoke, like he is crashing through the clouds. He lands on his feet in Hogwarts.

Or at least, something like Hogwarts. He’s on the bridge outside of the castle, and there's brick and rubble everywhere. There clearly has been a battle, and an ugly one at that.

*SNAP*

Taehyung spins around, met with the sight of three teens standing near the edge. One with dark hair and glasses has just broken a wand in half. He throws it as far as he can into the void below while his friends watch.

The smoke swallows Taehyung again, spitting him out in someone’s bedroom.

A familiar looking man walks in, and unlocks a crate under his bed. He pulls out a shiny silver fabric from inside, and he stares at it in revered silence. Wordlessly, he takes the cloth and hands it to his child, who runs off with a giddy look of excitement.

Taehyung tries to follow the kid, but as soon as he steps through the doorway he’s in a new place. A market, somewhere outside of Europe. The child is grown now, and bartering with another adult in Ministry official clothes. A photographer by the looks of it.

They argue in silence, their conversation lost in the howling wind which is now swallowing Taehyung whole. He fights to stay grounded, trying to see the exchange. Just as he loses his footing, the silver fabric is handed to the Ministry photographer.

Whisked into the clouds, Taehyung screams. He lands hard in a hallway inside of Hogwarts. Taehyung isn’t sure where it is, but a large painting of death is hung on the wall in front of him. He holds a cloak, a wand, and a shining rock. Death’s head turns towards him, and Taehyung panics. Death crawls forward, reaching his shriveled hand out of the frame and towards Taehyung. He tries to scramble backwards, but he’s too slow. Stuck in his dream, the hand passes through him, washing his soul in a cold wave of fear.

---

“AHH!” Taehyung yelps, waking himself up. He sits straight up, sweat all along his forehead. He’s delirious, panicky, and he can’t see straight,

“Tae, it’s okay, calm down, it’s okay, you’re here-” Yoongi held Taehyung’s shoulders, coaching him to breathe. “It’s okay, it’s just me. You’re safe.”

“Y-yoongi? Wha-what? The, the hand, that painting, the people in the house they-wait, I, no, they’re, but how can-”

“It’s just a dream, you’re okay. Calm down,” Yoongi says, and Taehyung tries to listen. He really does.

But his eyes drift to the suitcase at the foot of Yoongi’s bed. A black envelope sits atop it, and his sheets have all been folded to perfection.

“. . . y-you’re leaving?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, realizing he’s been caught. He glances back at the suitcase, and then back at Taehyung. His face is immediately apologetic and sincere, but Taehyung can’t help but feel hurt.

“How can you leave at a time like this? We need you here,” Taehyung pleads, but Yoongi holds his hand up.

“I have to go home,” He whispers, making sure Namjoon is still asleep. “I have no choice. I’ll come back, I will. But maybe it’s best this way. Everyone needs time to think things through, what's happened, actions we’ve taken, things we’ve said.”

“If you’re sorry about the fight, just say it-” Taehyung started.

“I’m not. I stand by what I said. You all should not be involved in my mess. So I’m removing myself from it. There’s no stopping me, so don’t even try. You’ll understand when you’ve thought it through. You have Namjoon now, you can look after him until he’s ready to look after you again. He’ll come up with a plan to stay safe. Don’t write, it’ll only make this harder.”

“Y-you can’t, I-I-”

“Hogwarts wants this. I found the suitcase under my bed. It’s what’s right. I need this.”

“N-no, we need you here, with us, to solve this, fix it, we-”

“There is no ‘we’ Tae. Let it go. Be safe. Live your second year.”

“No, it’s not right, I c-can’t, I w-won’t!”

“And I won’t let you throw away your life for me.” Yoongi suddenly had his wand out, right against Taehyung’s temple. “I left letters for Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok. Promise me you’ll get them.”

“No, no you can’t!” Taehyung’s voice rises, and he feels the wand dig into his temple a little.

“I’m sorry Taehyung,” Yoongi mutters, pain in his face. He casts the bewitched spell before Taehyung can move, and the younger passes out immediately.

Namjoon,

I hope you’ll be better soon. They need you as their leader. Keep them safe. I’m going home, my parents wrote again. I don’t know if I’ll be back soon, or ever for that matter.

I’m sorry.

And I feel your pain. My father wrote to me that you saw your father and either never transformed, or you did and he renounced you. I’m sorry you sacrificed everything for nothing. You were the best friend I could have asked for.

x Yoongi

Hoseok,

I’m leaving, and I doubt I’ll be ever coming back. I was a dick and everything I said, I said in protection of you. Something about you and the others makes me want to fight, to stand up for myself and act, regardless of the consequences. Bravery isn’t a very Slytherin trait.

But I want to be better. “We are what we were raised as” is what I’ll fight, for you. So I’m leaving. I refuse to be selfish and prideful. So I apologize and leave.

If you won’t let me fight my own battle, then I’ll force you to. I know you want the best for me, but I have to figure this out on my own first before I drag my loved ones into it.

Yes, I think loved ones is the right word.

I’m sorry.

x Yoongi

Jin,

This is very “Left Field” as Hoseok and Taehyung would say, but I felt I needed to say it. I’m leaving. Something about “starting with self love, then you can move on”. Don’t hate me, I have my reasons. You will all be safer this way.

I know I said Slytherins don’t apologize, but I’m sorry.

And also, you were right. I found the one. I’m confident in my answer. And as cheesy as it sounds, I feel it in my heart. 

Respect my decision, Hyung.

x Yoongi