Hogwarts : The Bangtan Episode

“And that’s another goal for Ravenclaw, putting the score 200 to Slytherin’s 10. There seems to be little hope left for the latter, even the snitch can’t save them now-” Jin called over the pitch, the crowd booing and cheering as the players raced around. Jungkook watched as the Ravenclaw chaser scored another point, flying literal circles around the back-up Slytherin keeper. Jimin was playing today, and doing the best he could on defense as a seeker, but he just wasn’t used to it. Yoongi had always covered all of the defense. There was never a need to practice it.

But now he was gone, and it was clear from the scoreboard, they should’ve practiced it.

“Ghhhhhhh-” Namjoon snored, slumped over in his seat. He normally didn’t come to Quidditch matches, but he said he’d come today to support Jimin and his house. Jungkook thought that was awfully nice of him, seeing as Namjoon never had any free time. He was too busy playing catch up in school, while trying to solve the mystery. It had taken its toll on the Ravenclaw, and Jungkook grimaced as Namjoon began to drool.

A group of Gryffindor girls were next to Namjoon, and they giggled when they noticed the drool. They whispered and wiggled their fingers when they made eye contact with Jungkook. He sighed, grabbed Namjoon’s sleeping shoulder and pulled him closer so no one would try and touch his arms.

“AND PARK JIMIN HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! 150 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN, ENDING THE GAME WITH A RAVENCLAW WIN, 310-160!” The stands erupted in cheers, the tiny amount of Slytherin fans present booing. Jungkook saw Jimin land on the field, his blonde hair lowering in disappointment. No doubt a somber dinner tonight, Jungkook thought.

“Come on Hyung, we should get going. We need to check up on Tae and Hoseok-” Jungkook nudged Namjoon. “Wake up!”

“Hhh-uh? Wha? Is it over? Did Yoongi win?”

“No,” Jungkook sighed. “Jimin lost.”

Namjoon rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pulling his coat tighter around his chest.

“Why do they play these bloody games in the winter anyway? It’s too cold.”

Jungkook chuckled at sleepy, grumpy Namjoon. 

“That’s just how it is. Haven’t you always gone to Yoongi Hyung’s winter games?”

“No, I only started this year. I never bothered before, because he’d always win.”

Jungkook smiled, gently leading the way out of their spectators box. He’d take them back inside to the Hufflepuff common room, where they’d meet up with Jimin and Jin. For now, Hoseok and Tae were there, probably studying. Or sleeping. Taehyung has been awfully tired the past week, and Hoseok didn’t want to get out of bed.

“What a bloody waste of time. It wasn’t even fun to watch!”

“Yeah, that blonde Slytherin had to end his poor team’s misery.”

“Pathetic excuse for a semi-finals game.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the comments the boys in front of him were making. Part of him felt like defending Jimin, telling them off that it was harder than it looked, but he knew Jimin wouldn’t want him to do that. The little Slytherin would fight them on his own later.

“I hate to say it, but they need that snake back.”

“Min? Yeah, he was a pretty good keeper.”

“Sucks that he’s like, evil or whatever.”

“Yeah, wiped Mandy’s brain, then ran away to cover his-”

“Excuse me?” Jungkook tapped on one of the boys’ shoulders, and the two turned around. “What do you mean, ‘he wiped Mandy’s brain’? Yoongi Hyung would do no such thing. He didn’t even know her.”

Jimin may not want Jungkook to stand up for him, but Yoongi never cared. And so Jungkook did. No one accuses his friends of obliviation.

“Well it’s obvious, innit?” The taller one said. “He’s the son of death eaters and such. Mandy was one of the founders of the Muggle-Inclusion clubs. Now she don’t even know what a ‘muggle’ is!”

“Yeah, I’ve heard him use muggle slurs before. Never put it past a Slytherin. He gave himself up, just by running away after he did it.”

“We don’t know that’s true!” Jungkook argued, coming to a stop in the middle of walking traffic. “He isn’t here to argue for himself.”

“Yeah, so what? You think he’d admit to wiping her mind? He’s a filthy snake and a liar. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already a death eater.”

“He fights like one! Didn’t you hear what he did to Solar in Professor Kim’s class?”

“He’s  a Prefect. Headmistress trusts him, I trust him.” Jungkook felt Namjoon becoming more aware behind him, bristling at the tense atmosphere.

“Headmistress has been wrong before, and besides, she’s just an old bat. What does she know about death eaters nowadays?”

“And if it wasn’t Min, then who was it? Hmm? You think some house elf obliviated her? A painting? No, this is the work of a dark wiz-”

“Yoongi Hyung isn’t evil!” Jungkook grabbed his wand, pointing it at the shorter one’s throat. “He hates his family, and he’s never hurt anyone!”

“Jungkook, come on, it’s not worth-” Namjoon started speaking, but the taller boy cut him off.

“Oh, so now the Ravenclaw has something to say? Hmm? Go on then, twist our words and manipulate the situation you little prick. You may have big muscles now, but that doesn’t mean shit for you and your little lackey.”

“Jungkook is not my lackey, and I don’t need muscles to stand up for myself-”

“Then do it you fucking coward! You talk big game and stand up for a bitch who ran from his own crime scene, but can’t hold your own wand? Need a brave little first year to do it for you?!”

*CRUNCH*

Jungkook gasped as Namjoon swung, nailing the taller boy in the nose with his fist, no magic involved. Blood gushed from his nose, staining his robes a deep red to match his tie. The smaller friend screamed, shoving Jungkook and his wand away, before launching himself at Namjoon. The fight broke out quickly, and Jungkook threw himself into the fray, trying to pull the two off of Namjoon, who seemed to be holding his own.

Students walking nearby screamed as dirt and snow was scattered everywhere, the fight falling to the cold ground.

“SHUT IT!”

Everyone froze, even the small crowd that had gathered to egg on the fight. “WHO IN MERLIN’S BLOODY NAME IS FIGHTING IN THE WALKWAY?!”

Jin rounded the corner, his face a deep red from the yelling. When he saw Jungkook and Namjoon innocently blinking back at him from the bottom of the pile, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

“Get up immediately. I will be talking to each of you separately on the cause of this altercation, and I will personally ensure it never happens again, or so help me, I’ll have you polishing trophies and mopping floors till you’re older than Nearly Headless Nick!”

“Sorry Hyung-” Jungkook started, but Jin hissed at him.

“And fifty points from each of your houses! Get out of my sight before I take more!” Jin yelled the last part at the two boys they didn’t know. They squeaked an apology and scampered away, leaving a trail of dripping blood in the snow. He ushered the crowd on, forcing them to keep moving and not to stare at Namjoon’s bloody fist and speckled glasses.

When the crowd had dispersed, Jin turned back towards them, and smacked them both on their foreheads.

“IDIOTS! What were you thinking?! A FIST FIGHT? That is no way to keep a low profile!”

“They were shit talking Yoongi Hyung, I couldn’t-” Jungkook started.

“You could have, and you will! People have never liked Yoongi, and they never will! You have to accept that and ignore them!”

“But they claimed he was responsible for Mandy’s obliviation, that he ran away-” Jungkook got cut off again.

“I don’t care! You punched someone!”

“Actually-”

“Namjoon, hush! I’m busy scolding Jungkook. Now, that is no way to-”

“Hyung. I punched him.”

Jin froze, his mouth open in shock.

“You. Punched him.”

“Yeah, then we got into a fight.”

“Namjoon Hyung fended them both off, he was so cool!” Jungkook added, making sure to send an appreciative glance towards Namjoon.

“Namjoon. Punched someone.”

Namjoon held up his hand covered in blood, and Jungkook saw Jin watch a drop slide down his veiny arm. His cheeks were pink again, but Jungkook couldn’t understand why, he hadn’t yelled in a while.

“That. . . uh, well, I mean. . . no, no wait, that doesn’t make it any better-”

“At least it wasn’t a first year. You can just quietly mark it as tense feelings between houses after the match. Nothing worth reporting.” Namjoon used a spell to clean his knuckles and glasses. “I wonder if Jimin has a spell to seal my split knuckle?”

“H-hold on now! I’m the prefect here. I should decide how to handle the situation-”

“And I’m the Ravenclaw, just do what I said and the plan will work.”

Jungkook gasped, and Jin could only sputter in response to Namjoon’s adrenaline filled assertion. Namjoon barely even realized that what he said could be considered rude, or bossy. He was too busy cleaning blood splatters out of his clothes. When he was done, he pocketed his wand, grabbed Jungkook’s arm, and headed back towards the castle.

Jungkook would never admit it aloud, but he thought Namjoon was even cooler after that. Maybe even. . . hot? Was that even the right word for whatever he just saw?

Jungkook wished his sexual confusions were his worst problem, but they weren’t. If he wasn’t having a bisexual panic attack about Namjoon and his thighs, then he was drowning in school work or Quidditch practice. He wished those were his worst problems, but alas, they weren’t. He would have loved to say his missing Hyung was the biggest issue in his life, but again, that’d be a lie.

Most teens around Hogwarts suffered relationship issues, grades, anxiety, or acne (Jungkook had no issues here, Jimin had a spell for it.).

Jungkook had a different problem as of lately.

He had incredibly severe and recurring PTSD that plagued his dreams every night.

He couldn’t escape it. He’d have visions of his brother’s bleeding throat, his screaming parents, the dead muggles, and so many death eaters. They haunted him. From their hoods and black smoke, to the tattoo that stained the sky the night Jung Hyun died. He could hear their evil laughs, always lurking a plotting. The best of the dreams ended quickly after Jung Hyun died, but most of the time, Jungkook wasn’t so lucky. The visions would last what felt like forever, forcing him to relive every little aspect about that day, down to the smell of blood and the twisting of apparition when he escaped.

He’d wake up, drenched in sweat and too afraid to shut his eyes and risk seeing his brother’s lifeless ones looking back at him. He’d silently cry in his four poster bed, rocking back and forth, rubbing his palms on his pants in an attempt to calm himself. 

The last night was the worst, the dream more gory and violent than ever before. This time his brain supplied him with the image of his brother’s throat being cut open, an action he wished he never thought of. Unable to hold in his sobs, Jungkook ran from his dorm, unable to stop himself as he left the Gryffindor common room. His feet carried him to a nearby courtyard, filled with plenty of fresh air. He took massive gulps of air, gasping as tear tracks twinkled in the moonlight. He felt weak and pathetic, ashamed for running like a small child. Part of him started to resent himself and his cowardice, he was a Gryffindor. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid of a silly, meaningless dream. Taehyung had scary dreams all the time, and he still went back to bed.

Of course, Taehyung slept very poorly because of it, but he still didn’t keep himself up because of it.

Standing in the yard, Jungkook winced, the cold feeling of snow sinking into his bare feet. The wind and cold air burned his skin, making him regret not grabbing a sweatshirt or coat. He had to go back inside but. . . 

But then he’d dream all over again, and Jungkook honestly didn’t trust himself not to run away again. He needed something to ground him, someone real and patient. 

Taehyung would be the best option, he understood exactly what Jungkook was going through. But Jungkook understood Taehyung too, and he knew how much the Hufflepuff needed sleep. Jimin would be kind, but Jungkook couldn’t just waltz into the Slytherin common room without being hexed. Hoseok was depressed and didn’t need more sadness fuel. Jin. . . probably didn’t want to see him after the fight-stunt he pulled earlier that day.

Which is exactly how Jungkook found himself at the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. He stood outside a plain looking door with a small bronze eagle knocker on it. As he reached to knock it, the eagle cawed, coughing up a quiet riddle.

While he may have been shaky and tired, Jungkook had no trouble answering the riddle. Ravenclaw was his second choice for a house after all.

He wasn’t sure if the house guardian was supposed to open up to students who were sneaking around and didn’t belong to Ravenclaw, but Jungkook was grateful the eagle let him through. Maybe it could tell he needed it. Or it just saw his runny nose and red eyes. Either way, Jungkook walked into the Ravenclaw common room.

It was a large, airy, circular room, with windows overlooking the mountains on all sides. There were plenty of chairs and desks, along with books and reading lamps made from bronze all around. Thick, dark blue curtains and silks hung from the walls, and stars twinkled on the domed ceiling above. Someone had clearly enchanted it to appear the same as the sky outside, and Jungkook eyed it in awe. He wished Gryffindor had something like that.

All they had was a newly installed disco ball for when the Quidditch team threw an after-match rager.

A gust of wind from a nearby open window shook Jungkook from his day dreaming. He quickly moved to close it, wondering where he’d Namjoon’s room, but he was stopped. Just outside the window, a great horned owl sat perched on the window ledge. It seemed to be sleeping, eyes closed and still as a statue. 

If Jungkook didn’t know any better, he’d have thought someone had forgotten their pet outside. But he knew who it really was. (No owl puns intended.)

Unsure exactly what overcame him, Jungkook lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the feathered creature. He pulled the owl close, hugging its soft form and nuzzling his face into its plumage. Namjoon clearly was awake now, but didn’t fight the sudden hug.

“I-I’m sorry for bothering you Hyung. . . I. . . I just didn’t know who else to go to. H-he keeps showing up in my dreams. . . I miss him so much.”

Jungkook started crying again, his silent sobs sending fat tears down his cheeks into the owl plumage. He hiccuped and coughed, sputtering as he let all his pent up sorrow go. He was so lost in the moment he didn’t even realize that the animal he was holding was contorting and shifting. Soon, thick arms wrapped around his shoulders, a shadow falling over Jungkook’s face from Namjoon’s height. He felt himself slowly stop holding the owl up, until the owl started holding him up.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. It’s over.” Namjoon whispered, smoothing Jungkook’s tousled hair back. He silently picked out an owl feather from Jungkook’s hair while the younger one cried into his shoulder.