Hogwarts : The Bangtan Episode

Jimin watched Jin talking to Namjoon, keeping their heads low. They hugged and separated ways, Namjoon joining the group and Jin heading towards the kitchens. Hopefully the eldest would find something helpful for their hunt, but Jimin was losing hope. He and Jungkook had been looking non-stop for a week, without a single scent. Tonight would be their distraction, a little break from the crazy mystery their life was amounting to.

“Jimin, you look, uh, nice!” Hoseok said kindly, referencing Jimin’s over the top Quidditch outfit. “Uh, is that Jungkook’s-”

Jimin laughed loudly over Hoseok, ignoring him.

“Just wanted to get into the school spirit! Go Gryff!”

Namjoon snorted. He didn’t say anything, but he readjusted his blue sweater with ravens embroidered on it. 

“Let’s just go down to the game,” Namjoon muttered, leading the way. Hoseok squealed, jumping and tugging on his shoulders, chatting about nothing in particular. He was just happy he could finally watch a match. Jimin followed behind them, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and pulling him along. The younger was quiet today, he must be feeling unwell. Maybe another bad dream last night.

“You okay Tae?” Jimin asked.

“. . . What?” He asked, not listening.

“Oh Tae Tae. Another sleepless night? Maybe you need to see a seer again and find more anti-vision tips. You really need your sleep, how are you going to last during finals week?”

Taehyung didn’t make eye contact with Jimin, and the Slytherin shrugged. Everyone has their off days. 

The group of four made their way to the stands, getting comfortable to watch Jungkook compete. The game started soon enough, just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Normally the games would happen in the morning, but Jimin preferred these night games. He was always more awake for them.

Jimin watched as Jungkook flew over the pitch, eyes on the lookout for the snitch. He seemed slower than normal, and if Jimin was seeing right, he could’ve sworn Jungkook had dark circles under his eyes. Jimin had no idea why, they hadn’t gone out Stone searching last night. Maybe just poor sleep.

It was a close game, both teams being relatively well matched. The score was 60 - 50 with Ravenclaw in the lead when Jungkook caught sight of the snitch. He dove for it, with the Ravenclaw seeker right behind him. They sped across the pitch, the stands going wild for the potential end of the game. They took sharp turns left and right, the snitch must’ve been giving them a hard time. They approached the base of the Gryffindor goal posts, and just as they were about to weave through, Jungkook slammed into the center pole. 

Everyone in the crowd gasped, and the Ravenclaw seeker circled back having lost the snitch in the commotion. Jimin didn’t even realize he was standing until Hoseok grabbed his hand and led him towards the stairs. The game was paused to figure out what happened and to get Jungkook off of the pitch. The four boys waited by the sidelines as Madame Pomfrey levitated Jungkook over to them. 

Up close, he looked even worse. Maybe it was because he just crashed into a pole, but Jimin thought some of it was just how he looked before he hit the metal. 

“Kook!” Hoseok grabbed his hand, and Jungkook groaned. “Are you okay?”

“Ugh. Not really-” Jungkook broke into a coughing fit. 

“Stand back, please. He needs rest. I’m bringing him to the Hospital Wing where you can visit him there,” Madame Pomfrey said, shoving Hoseok back a little. 

“But what about the game? No one has won yet-”

“Get his replacement in. He’s done for today.”

The rest of Jungkook’s team looked amongst themselves, unsure how the game was going to go. Their back up rarely practiced. They couldn’t say no though, and Jimin watched as the Gryffindor team mounted their brooms and flew back onto the pitch.

As Jungkook was being hauled away, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Tae followed slowly behind, preparing for a long night of worrying. Jimin trudged his feet, feeling rather awful about the whole thing. Maybe if he hadn’t been encouraging Jungkook’s frantic searching for the Stone, then he would’ve been awake enough to not hit the pole. It was just so nice to not be fighting with him, Jimin got selfish. He knew it wasn’t really his fault Jungkook got hurt, but he couldn’t help but blame himself a little.

Knowing Jungkook would want his stuff, Jimin grabbed the boy’s bag and followed the group. As he lifted it up, a small black pouch fell from inside it, clattering to the ground. Jimin picked it up, a strange cold feeling falling over his shoulders. He shrugged it off, tossing the pouch back inside the bag. He jogged to catch up.

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“I can watch him for a little bit-” Jimin said. “You guys can go find Jin.”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asked, packing his things up.

“Yeah it’s no problem. It’s not like he’ll do much-'' Jimin joked, pointing at Jungkook’s sleeping figure. They were in the Hospital Wing now, about a half hour later. Madame Pomfrey finally allowed them to have their time with Jungkook. She went back to the match to make sure no one else ‘Crashed like a bloody muggle driver’ whatever that meant. It was too late for there to be food left in the Great Hall, so Hoseok suggested they get some from the kitchens. Maybe they’d run into Jin and Teeth down there.

“Okay, we’ll be back soon. Write if you need anything-” Namjoon said, referring to their emergency cursed papers. Jimin hadn’t used it yet, but he doubted anything would happen tonight that required him to.

“Tae are you going with them?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung shook his head. 

“Nah, I think I’m gonna take a nap on the couch. Kinda tired.” Hoseok and Namjoon waved goodbye, shutting the door quietly behind them. Taehyung curled up in a ball on the couch, pulling his jacket over his head. Maybe he’d get good sleep and stop being so skittish and weird.

Jimin sat back in his chair, eyes flicking over towards Jungkook’s sleeping face. He was close enough Jimin could see everything, from the sweat droplets and turf littering Jungkook’s pretty face. He looked almost in pain while he slept, like he was dreaming. Jimin knew he sometimes had nightmares, mostly bad ones surrounding his brother’s death, but he didn’t know if he still had them. They had only started talking again, and morbid dreams weren’t on their list of fun topics to discuss.

“Oh Kookie,” Jimin whispered, brushing the Gryffindor’s black locks away from his face. “What happened out there? You’ve never hit something like that before.”

Jungkook, of course, didn’t answer.

Growing a little bored, Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s bag to put away some of his equipment Madame Pomfrey took off. He left the bedside, moving the pads and cloak away from the injured boy and onto a side table. Carefully, Jimin folded the red clothes, tucking the socks into one another, and making sure the top wouldn’t crease. As he put them into the bag, he saw the pouch that fell out before, and out of curiosity, took it out again. He zipped the bag up and returned to his seat by Jungkook’s head. 

The pouch was incredibly small, made from a soft black fabric. It had flakes of what looked like paint dried on it, and when he smelled it, Jimin was reminded of smoke. He cautiously opened the drawstring and pulled out a small black, eight sided stone. It was cold and almost. . . sinister feeling. 

He stared into its murky interior, watching what looked like smoke roll inside. Maybe he was crazy, but the smoke seemed to take the shapes of skulls-

*Clang!*

Jimin’s head shot up, and he shoved the stone back into the pouch. He wasn’t sure what it was, but Jungkook probably wasn’t supposed to have it, nor was he. He dropped it, and kicked it under Jungkook’s cot, immediately standing up to see who it was.

The door wasn’t open, so the sound came from outside the Hospital Wing. He pulled his wand out and sent a spell to lock the door, unsure why he felt so unsafe. Quickly, he walked over to Taehyung and shook his shoulder, waking the other up.

“Tae. Tae. Wake up.”

“Ughh?”

“Why wouldn’t you look at me today?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung’s eyes shot open, suddenly awake.

“I. . . I wasn’t not looking at you.”

“Don’t lie. You suck at that.”

“I-I’m not!” Taehyung wrung his hands, and Jimin frowned.

“Fess up, now.”

“I. . . I-”

Jimin sent the younger one a glare, and Taehyung swallowed.

“JungkookAndIFoundTheStoneTodayAndHeDidn’tWannaTellAnyoneTillTomorrow.”

“WHAT?”

“I’m so sorry,” Taehyung pleaded, grabbing Jimin’s hands. “I told him it wasn’t a good idea, but he was so convinced he wouldn’t listen to me. He said he’d show it to everyone after the game, but now he’s hurt, and I feel like it’s my fault-”

“Why would it be your fault?”

“Because he’s too focused on his brother!”

“What do you mean, his brother? Jung Hyun is dead.”

“Yes, but the stone, it lets you see your dead loved ones. When I held it, I. . . well I saw my dad. And my grandma.”

“Wait, wait, how’d you find it?”

“It was in the painting of death. You know, the one I kept dreaming about? It was in this little pouch, painted over for some reason. Jungkook and I got. . . uh, well, we got drunk in the Room of Requirement and went to burn it. As we watched it go up in flames, the pouch jumped out of the fire, and we found it inside.”

“When was this?”

“Late, last night. I didn’t like having it, it made me feel dark, and gross. So I let Jungkook keep hold of it all night and today, but he must’ve literally been using it to talk to his brother all day, and now, he got hurt, and-”

“Tae, this is way bigger than him getting hurt. If you found the stone, that means the murderer will find out, and we only have so long before-”

The Hospital Wing door started rattling and shaking, and the candles above them flickered.

“Jimin. What was that?” Taehyung whispered once the door stopped shaking.

“We need to go. Right now, get Jungkook’s things-” Jimin stood up, rushing over to the bed. He started shaking Jungkook’s shoulders, calling his name.

“Kook, we gotta go, I can’t carry you, please, come on-”

*BANG BANG BANG*

The door shook again, loud booms sounding from the hallway. A gentle rain of dust sprinkled down from the ceiling, and Jimin panicked, yanking Jungkook up from the bed. Taehyung ran over to help, Jungkook’s bag on his shoulder.

“Grr-ugh Why is he so- oof - damn heavy?!” Jimin cried, trying to get the Gryffindor on his back.

A loud blast sound came from the hallway, and Taehyung left Jimin to secure the door. He cast a reinforcement spell, physically crying out when another spell crashed into the other side of the door. Jimin gave up trying to get Jungkook up, and he dove under the bed, grabbing the pouch. Unsure what to do with it, Jimin glanced around. There was nowhere weird enough, but maybe-

He climbed over Jungkook’s sleeping body, dropping the pouch into the wall scone above his bed. If Taehyung and Jungkook could burn the painting and the pouch survived, then it’d make it through a little candle flame. 

“JIMIN! HELP ME!” Taehyung cried, falling down as another spell shook the door and surrounding wall. Jimin jumped from the bed, ready to help Taehyung when he felt his pocket quiver. He pulled the paper out, the emergency contact paper Namjoon gave him. Untidy black ink appeared on it, and Jimin gasped.

Just then, the door burst open, throwing Taehyung backwards where he hit his head and collapsed. Jimin was pushed backwards as well, the wind ripping Namjoon’s note from his hand and to the floor.

The murderer is Junki, and he’s coming to kill kook, RUN