Hogwarts : The Bangtan Episode

Jimin groaned, lowering his head into his hands. Hoseok turned his book page quietly, scanning over “Secret Messages and Uncoding the Coded” by a Bulgarian author. The library was quiet this late at night, and Jimin just wished someone would speak. He was tired of being silent. Tired of being sad. Tired of being tired. 

The auror guarding the door sniffled, by far the loudest noise in the room.

Jimin turned his head, glancing around the room. Jin was a few tables away, nose buried in his book. He’d been back for about two days now, and he was all healed. Physically anyway. It had been a week since Seok Jung was attacked in the infirmary and was sent home, dragging Jin with him. Jin’s arm was healed, but he still was rather jumpy. Also, he was incredibly behind in his classes, and he refused to let Namjoon help him.

Jimin thought that that was rather stupid. 

It was probably on the bottom of Jin’s mental checklist, but Valentine’s day was coming up, and Namjoon was his best option.

Typically, Valentine’s day was Jimin’s favorite holiday. Nothing was better than one of the most publicly dreaded days of the year. Being part Veela, Jimin never had a lack of admirers, and the fourteenth only fueled his ego. Last year, even though he was a first year, the boy received seventeen valentine cards. He could not wait to see how many this year. (Part of him just wanted to see if he could get more cards than Jungkook, but that was just his Slytherin pride he figured.)

Not to mention, this year Hogwarts was putting on a school Valentine’s dance. Jimin wasn’t entirely sure who he was going to go with, but he was sure he’d work it out. If no hot guys asked him, he’d ask whatever pretty girl happened to walk by. 

The perks of being bisexual.

Hogwarts professors chose to put on the dance this year to boost morale. Ever since Seok Jung was attacked the second time, there hadn’t been any more attacks (thankfully). The teachers blamed him for the attacks, saying that he was the target the whole time and now that he was gone everyone was safe. The Ministry didn’t agree, and kept the aurors on guard. Jimin didn’t agree either, but he’d prefer if the aurors weren’t around.

Overall, the dance was going to be a nice distraction from whatever shitshow Yoongi’s letter was. 

Jimin didn’t understand it. They’d all read through it fifty times in the Great Hall, and then more during their free time. If Hoseok wasn’t actively participating in his classes, he was rereading the letter. Jimin was certain he had it completely memorized. It was completely unhealthy, and he worried it’d send Hoseok over the edge, but if anything, Hoseok was more alert and healthy than ever before. He never hid alone in someone’s room anymore, and he didn’t miss a single meal. He also started running Quidditch practices again, much to the Hufflepuff’s delight. 

Taehyung was happy too, as he said in his letters to Jimin. The two boys wrote often, because Taehyung wanted to know everything that was happening there. He was devastated he couldn’t be there, and completely heartbroken that he’s going to miss the Valentine’s dance. Jimin feels honestly terrible for him, so he figures the least he can do is keep Taehyung in the loop. Headmistress McGonagall refuses to let Taehyung back until his parents are 100% certain his dreams are gone. 

Tae probably won’t be coming home anytime soon.

“Maybe it’s a transposition cipher?” Hoseok mumbled to himself, writing notes on a sheet of paper.

“Hobi Hyung, maybe it’s time for a break. We’ve been here for a few hours.” Jimin shut his book, and Hoseok glanced up at him.

“But I’m only two-thirds through this book. Maybe he used an older code, one that this author didn’t mention-”

“Hobi. Please. I know you want to crack it, and I do too, but let’s take a walk.”

Hoseok clearly didn’t want to, but he closed the book and packed up his things. They waved to Jin and left the library, no real destination in mind. They kept towards the warmer, interior hallways, not wanting to run into any snow or cold winds. 

Their heels clicked on the floor, and Jimin shifted his bag from one shoulder to the other. Hoseok was quiet, and Jimin could guess what was on his mind. For Merlin’s sake, it was on everyone’s mind, at least in their friend group. Poor Namjoon barely slept, he was so shaken. 

“Hey Hyung. . . “ Jimin whispered, a darker thought weighing on his mind. “About Yoongi’s letter-”

“We’ll crack it. We just need more time,” Hoseok immediately answered.

“Yeah, uh, sure.” Jimin looked away, feeling guilty for wondering if there even was a secret message to uncover. Hoseok believed in it so much, it just had to be there. “Well. . . what will we do when we crack the code?”

“We’ll follow his instructions of course,” Hoseok said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “He’ll tell us what to do.”

“. . . and what if. . . what if he doesn’t?”

Hoseok stopped walking and turned towards Jimin.

“What?”

“Well,” Jimin paused, uncomfortably rocking back and forth on his heels. “What if. . . what if he doesn’t tell us what to do? What if. . . there is no secret code or message? What if we’re really alone?”

Hoseok stared at Jimin, and the Slytherin really had no idea what was going on in his head. Jimin knew better than to push everything he worked so hard on with Hoseok, but he couldn’t help but plan for the worst case-scenario. He hoped there was a secret message in the letter, but. . . 

Hoseok leaned forward and pulled Jimin into a hug. Shocked, Jimin didn’t even think to hug the other boy back. 

“It’s okay to be scared. There’s something there though, I know it. Just be patient. Have hope,” He whispered into Jimin’s ear, and the younger one blinked. How did Hoseok have so much faith in Yoongi? They honestly barely knew each other. Who's to say Yoongi didn’t play them all? There was no evidence-

“Jung Hoseok, let the second year go, you flaming pervert.”

The two boys pulled apart to see a group of older students standing nearby, hands on their hips and unimpressed frowns on their faces. Jimin recognized a few of them, the girl who spoke was the upperclassmen Gryffindor named Solar. 

“Yong-sun,” Hoseok muttered, shifting his backpack a little. “What do you want?”

“To protect the younger students from your clutches-” Solar pulled out her wand and twirled it, summoning Jimin’s backpack to her, which dragged him along. A tall, rather handsome Ravenclaw grabbed Jimin’s shoulders when he finally slid to a stop, and he could feel his face heating up.

“Jiminie is my friend, Solar. I can hug him whenever I want.”

“How do I know that’s true?” She fired back. “We all know about you and Jeon Jungkook in the potions closet a while back. Who’s to say you haven’t started preying on this poor boy?”

“What’s your problem?” Hoseok said with an eye roll, and Jimin had to hold back a giggle. Normally Hoseok was all sunshine and rainbows, but every now and again, he was known to be judgier than Jimin. It was a rare (and beautiful) sight. 

“I don’t have a problem. I’m just protecting the school.”

“Obviously you do have a problem with me, and if not, then it’s with your hairstyle. You look like a bowtruckle made a nest on your head.”

Jimin bit back another giggle, and Solar rolled her eyes. 

“Rude. Just like your other buddy, Min.”

“Ohhh, that’s what this is about, someone is still upset about having her ass handed to her in a duel, and then getting her Prefect badge taken away because she can’t play nice.”

Solar’s eyes narrowed, and she looked at her perfect nails.

“I’m glad I’m not a prefect anymore. Less I have to worry about. Plus, there’s really no point now that house points aren’t a thing. . .” She tapped her chin and smiled. “I’ll play nice today. No need to get into an. . . altercation in the hall. Just keep your hands off the younger students, and stay out of my way.”

“Like you’re anywhere near where I’m going,” Hoseok huffed. 

“Park Jimin, be careful, you really don’t want to be seen with the wrong sort-” Solar gestured towards Hoseok. “It can wreck your image.”

“I think my image will be fine, thank you very much,” Jimin replied, turning around and grabbing Hoseok. “Let’s get out of here. They can only mean trouble. Your common room is closest.”

The two boys walked quickly away, not wanting to prolong their time with the death squad behind them. As they walked, they whisper-debriefed, talking in hushed crazy tones.

“She did NOT say all that to you-”

“I know. Such a bitch.”

“She only hating on you because Yoongi Hyung whipped her ass.”

“So salty, and for what? Being rude to me won’t get her anything.”

“So uncalled for.”

“Literally.”

“It’s fine, this can just mean war.”

“Joon can do some digging on their family, and we can rip apart her status.”

“Jin can just publicly snub her during Prefect meetings, make her lose popularity.”

“We should keep Jungkook away from them.”

“No doubt, they’ll try to recruit him or something just because he’s the golden maknae-”

Suddenly, a Hufflepuff boy sprinted past them, running into Jimin’s arm.

“Hey! Watch it!” Jimin hissed, and the boy scrambled to his feet and kept running. “That was weird-”

“Yeah,” Hoseok muttered. “Eric is never that flighty. Wonder what-”

“Clear out of the way! Make room!” An auror yelled from up ahead, and the two boys rushed forward to see what was happening.

“This is an active crime scene, I want all students out! Go to the Great Hall! We will have you sleeping elsewhere tonight!” The big man said, blocking the doorway. He was letting Hufflepuffs leave the common room, but Jimin saw his chance. Grabbing Hoseok’s hand, they ducked low, squeezing under the arms of the exiting students. They scrambled into the common room, sticking close to the walls so no one would see them. 

Every painting in the room had been shredded. Couches were flipped, plants destroyed, and pillows were de-stuffed. The common room was a disaster, and Jimin shuddered. He couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching them, so he slipped backwards into the dark corner. 

“Jimin-” Hoseok whispered. “My room. I need to get Yoongi’s letter.”

“What?”

“The letter he wrote me when he left. I put it in my dresser. I need it. They’ll find it, and blame him or something.”

“. . . okay. Come on-” Jimin grabbed Hoseok’s arm again, pulling him along. The destruction must have just happened, because there were very few aurors around. Jimin was certain they’d only have a few minutes, so they had to act quickly. 

They darted up the steps, dodging the knocked over pots and books. They turned and walked to Hoseok’s door, only to find the door knob broken and laying on the floor. The door was ajar, and they stepped inside to see a similar sight to in the common room. The paintings were ruined, dressers opened and their contents on the floor, and all the sheets pulled off the beds.

“What did this?” Jimin murmured, noticing a scratch mark on the wall that he didn’t like the looks of.

“No idea. Whoever it was, was definitely looking for something.” Hoseok ran to his dresser, and started pawing around. The longer he looked the more anxious Jimin got, so he snuck out and went towards where Taehyung’s room was. As he walked further down the hall, Jimin had to hold his breath. The room smelled so bad. A cloud of gross, smokey air filled the hall, and his eyes watered.

Taehyung’s door had been disintegrated. A pile of ash lay on the ground, and as Jimin stepped through the threshold, he was surprised to see the room in worse shape. The windows were cracked, floorboards pulled from the ground, curtains shredded. Every dresser and cabinet had been torn through, clothes mutilated just like the bedding. The lights were shattered over the floor, and Jimin gasped at Taehyung’s old bed. It looked as if a porcupine and a phoenix had wrestled there. Burn marks and rips completely ruined his bed, and Jimin knew there was no hope of fixing that. 

Quickly, Jimin scampered back to Hoseok, only to find the elder running around his disheveled room.

“Jimin, it’s not here. The letter is gone. Someone took Yoongi’s letter.”

“Who’s there?!” A voice yelled from down in the main common room, and Jimin panicked.

“Hoseok, we have to go. They’ll catch us and blame us. We need to get out of here.”

“I can’t leave without it Jimin, I need it-”

“Hoseok, we don’t have a choice! We need to-”

*Pop!*

Teeth appeared, standing on the bed.

“Yous need to leave, now. Yous have terrible, horrible, scary bad timing.”

“Teeth! We know, please-” Jimin started but Hoseok gasped. He held up a sheet of paper, no doubt what used to be Yoongi’s letter. At least Jimin thought so, because now, over 70% of the sheet had been burned to ash.

“N-no. . . this was all I had left-”

“WHO’S UP THERE?!” The aurors called again, and Teeth hissed.

“We’s leaving now.” She grabbed Jimin’s hand, and marched over to Hoseok who was holding back tears. They heard footsteps approaching the room, and before the aurors could see them, Teeth apparated the two boys away.

They all ripped through space, twisting and bending till they were dumped on a cold stone floor. Gasping for breath, Jimin rolled onto his back, clutching the ground to stop the spinning in his head.