Sorting Min Yoongi | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

Sorting Min Yoongi | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

He had come from a long line of death eaters; all those who knew of wizarding world history could spot his ancestor’s sins from a mile away.

He had a thirst for knowledge and a good base at that, a heavily suppressed kind heart, and a determined nature to defy the odds to everyone and prove everyone that not every Slytherin line is bad. 

If he were to prove to everyone that his family is not the family it once was, the chains of his ancestors would be broken. Being in Ravenclaw would be the first step to breaking that chain, to prove that Slytherin descendants could choose their own fate. It was ambitious, but that was what he was; Slytherin for sure.

He was so sure that his Ravenclaw intelligence would prove his purposes though.

“Are you sure? Ravenclaw house will not help you on your goal.” The Sorting Hat spoke out loud, telling him his plan will not work.

“You’re better off defying the odds in a different way, my child.” Yoongi looked confused and inwardly asked the hat why. Already, the boy started to waver on his original plan to stay in Ravenclaw. Wavering doubt was something he was not used to.

This boy has grown up knowing only Slytherin. His hair was surprisingly green for goodness sake! All the kids who knew the housing system had already pegged him as a Slytherin by his hair and his hard stare, and he wanted to prove to them that he wasn’t. But the professors and Sorting Hat could tell by experience that his stare was hard but wasn’t cold. There was more than that to this boy, the Sorting Hat knew.

Though his Ravenclaw intelligence was there, he lacked the wisdom to discern what was best for him. He had been the kind heart of a Hufflepuff but he constantly avoided it since he got his acceptance letter. If only he learned to use it.

Yoongi thought it would be good to change Slytherin ideals from the outside but the hat already knew it wasn’t truly where the boy wanted to be. The Sorting Hat chuckled, the boy’s journey would be much more adventurous and fun for him if he didn’t give away too much.

“I see your ambition is far greater than anything else in that mind of yours. You will excel with this drive and goal.”

Yoongi was almost worried as to why he felt such a relief when the hat announced Slytherin. He looked back at the Hat who gave him a wink as he stepped down the stage. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and then at the Slytherin table. That’s right, Ravenclaws can’t keep up.

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Seokjin~~~Taehyung~~~Jimin~~~Jungkook~~~Hoseok

Tangled | Taehyung

The request

Summary line: Taehyung saves you from your mother

His voice rang in your ears when he called out for your name. You looked up towards the window and your so-called “mother” looked at the window and back at you with a glare.

“Y/N? Y/N, let down your hair!” He couldn’t wait for a response. He climbed this tower once, he can climb it again.

All you could do was shout out his name, as loud as you could. But it would do you no good. All you heard were muffled shouts that wouldn’t even resonate back to you from the walls of this tower. You watched as your mother took a bundle of your hair and smirked at you. She did a quick push of the windows and threw your hair out the window, granting his request.

“I’m only doing what he asked.” Mother said oh-so-innocently, but her malicious grin and narrow eyes told you of her intentions. You felt the rhythmic tugs at your hair from the moment it reached the bottom of the tower. The man wasted no time in taking your hair in his hands. Your eyes widened.

It didn’t matter if it worked or not, you continued to shout for him to leave, let go of your hair. You could only hope that he magically sprouted super hearing. If your hair could heal, why couldn’t he hear? It wasn’t fair!

You saw your mother hide her self away to the side, hiding, lurking in the shadows. The glint of her dagger was ever-prominent in your peripheral vision.

His sounds got closer and your heart pumped faster. You pushed away the feelings of gratefulness that he would come to save you, the relief you had that he escaped the gallows, and…the love you had for the brave thief with a heart of gold. All of that means nothing now that you saw his hands grasp the top of your balcony.

“Y/N? I thought I would never see you again.” He pushed himself up and through your doors. His exhaustion was obvious from his pants, and he was too tired to look up the moment he stepped in. He couldn’t recognize your muffled shouts or that you were chained up on the opposite end of the tower.

When he first looked up, he had a relieved smile. Finally. All this time, he thought that your mother had taken you away, that something bad had happened to you. All you did was come home. He would have no more of this trapped nonsense. He will take you far away from this kingdom. You will build your own home elsewhere. Somewhere where there are lots of people, a homey community. It could be small because it doesn’t matter anymore. He didn’t need a castle like he thought from the beginning of his adventures since the moment he stole the crown. All he needed you; you to be safe.

But all his ideas crumbled in his mind when he recognized the sight before him. You were kneeling on the ground, desperate to scatter towards him, any way, any how. But you couldn’t. He saw the black chains wrapped around your hands and the white cloth around the bottom of your face, gagging you. Your words were too muffled, but he could still hear your sweet voice crying out, “Taehyung! Taehyung!”

The next thing he knew, the sharpest pain he had ever felt came from his right abdomen. His eyes shut tight and he crumpled to the floor, curling up his body around the pain as if that would keep the blood from flowing out and the pain subsided.

He couldn’t tell if it was his body naturally draining the blood out of his wound, or what. A strange chill ran down his back and he felt cold the moment he heard a flat and low womanly voice.

“Now look what you’ve done, Y/N. Oh don’t worry, dear. Our secret will die with him.” He felt someone walk over his body and a cloak sweeping over him. Nothing could ease his pain. It didn’t help when he heard your chains and muffled screams.

You were so desperate to be by his side. Just one quick song. That’s all the time you needed. You felt your chains loosen and you scrambled as fast as you could but tugging you back was just as fast.

“And as for us…we are going, where no one would ever find you, again!” Your mother grunted as she pulled you into the dark tunnel you had no idea existed under your home for less than 18 years of your life. It was just one more lie your mother had against you. It made you even angrier and you fought with all your strength against the woman you no longer wanted to call her your mother.

“Y/N, really! Enough already!” She had had enough.

“Stop fighting me!” You wretched out of her grasp and the white cloth finally loosened around your mouth, falling around your neck like a scarf.

“No! I won’t stop. For every minute, of the rest of my life I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you!” You wished the fury of your eyes would bring the message over but you knew she was more stubborn. It’s disturbing to say, but that is where you got it from. There is only one way to get what you want: a compromise.

“But, if you let me save him, I will go with you.”  You heard Taehyung’s gasping voice as he struggled to reach for you. But you’re so far away.

“No! No, Y/N.” You ignored his pleas and kept going on with your own.

“I’ll never run, I’ll never try to escape. Just let me heal him, and you and I will be together. Forever, just like you want. Everything will be the way it is. I promise.” You nodded at your promise, “Just like you want. Just. Let. Me. Heal. Him.” That’s all you wanted. It was small compared to her big plans to keep you forever like a daughter. The thought of her as your mother was long gone, but there was no reason why you couldn’t lie to yourself.

The idea of being her daughter for the rest of your life wasn’t appealing to you, but saving him was, and that’s all that mattered. You would make it work. You would conjure up all the good memories you’ve had over the years with her as your mother. Push away all the negative facts that she kidnapped you from your real family, a real life full of people and things to explore. It would be difficult for everyone else, but not you. You lived with 18 years of imagination, there’s no reason why you couldn’t continue to do so.

You didn’t care that you would have to lie yourself for the rest of your life and try to ignore the memories of your eighteenth birthday, your adventures, fulfilling your dreams, and falling in love. All of that would be pointless if Taehyung was gone from this world. All your memories would just turn negative. If you knew he was alive though, you could at least preserve the sweetness.

Your eyes told it all. You never, ever broke a promise. And you won’t start now.

“In case you get any ideas about following us.” Your mother warned Taehyung and she shoved his hands in chains back to him, making him gasp in pain. You scrambled to his side. You finally had him in your arms.

“Tae-Taehyung!” You gasped for his name. He coughs and wheezes at the pain, he wasn’t going to let you do this. He felt half dead already. You saw his wound. Red stained his shirt underneath his blue vest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Everything is gonna be okay –“ You assured him as you glanced at his wound and back up at him. You took your hair that laid by your side and put it on his wound. It might stain your beautiful hair, but what did it matter?

“No, Y/N – “ He tried to push it away but you gently fought against his hands.

“I promise you. You have to trust me – “

“No – “ You weren’t listening to him.

“Come on. Just breathe – “

“I can’t let you do this.” He finally got it out.

“But I can’t let you die.” Your words came out as a whispered squeak. Tears were already welling up. He didn’t want you to heal him?

“But if you do this…then you, will die.” He coughed between his words and you tried to shush him. He shouldn’t exert his energy over trying to convince you at a time like this.

“Hey. It’s gonna be alright.” You tried to assure him, giving him the faintest of your smiles. The only way this would be alright is if he would let you heal him. He returned you a faint smile, knowing that you would never break a promise.

You looked down to the wound and was about to sing.

“Y/N. Wait” You looked back up at him. He brought his hand up to your face. You were so beautiful. You have always been beautiful since the moment he first saw you.

This would be the last time you ever saw him. You were distracted for a moment. It didn’t occur to you that the glint of a broken mirror shard flickered in your peripheral as he grabbed it. You were too busy noticing the way he was caressing the side of your face, and grabbing your hair.

A sharp and fragile slicing sound was heard behind your head. You felt a tug on all of your hair, but the tug was lost, creeping up starting from the back of your head. Your head has never felt lighter. It was the strangest sensation to you. Almost as new as when you first let your foot touch the grass. YOUR HAIR!

Taehyung had used his last strength to pull himself up to cut your hair. Without your hair, there’s no magic. Without no magic, you cannot heal him. Without healing him…

“Taehyung…what…?” You instinctively pulled back and grabbed the back of your hair. Your hair was so short.

You heard your mother shout, “No!” You looked at your hair. It wasn’t a part of you anymore. Like it’s lost life, you watched your hair change its color darker, beginning from where it was cut. Your dead hair transformed into a heap of chocolate brown. You looked up to see your mother fumbling around to bundle the ends of your hair into her arms as she shouted no.

She frantically wanted to save the magic. She didn’t think that holding it in her hands would serve no purpose. Desperate people do desperate things. As expected, it did nothing. The moment the hair in her hands were dead, so was her hand. Her body quickly revealed her age, her weakness, her ugliness.

“What have you done? What have you done?!” She quickly crawled over to the broken mirror. Even though it was broken, she could only see herself in the residual shards, it revealed her worse nightmare. Paler than any human, older than anyone in the world. Her hair was all white and course. Her cheeks lost its plumpness and redness. The mirror revealed to her the ugly sharp cheek bones and sulken large eyes in deep sockets. Her teeth were useless. Her lips were thin. She could only witness skin and bones at this point. She was hideous.

She mournfully grabbed her hood and tugged it as far down as she could over her face, but she was even too weak for that. She mournfully let out cries as she stood up, swaying around with no balance anymore. Equilibrium was out of place and she had nowhere to go. On her ways to step back, she didn’t recognize what tripped her. She stumbled a bit farther back and felt her thighs hit the balcony, causing even more unbalance. At her last struggles, she flailed, trying to retrieve any balance to keep her from falling. But her bones were already disintegrating within her. She could feel her own cracks and fractures and she lost all motor skills, unable to stop herself from falling.

You wanted to reach out to grab her, but what could you do? You knew this was the end of her. The screams that died out proved it to you. She was gone. The only mother you ever knew. The only betrayer you ever knew. But you still knew one other person, one who never betrayed you.

You turned back and used all your strength to turn Taehyung’s body into your arms.

“No, no, no, no, no, Taehyung.” He coughed, you still had him. But you had no hair.

“No. Look at me, look at me. I’m right here, don’t go, stay with me, Taehyung.” You took his hand and put it on your head. Please, if there was any love and hope in the world left, please let it come to your head.

“Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine…” You choked as you felt nothing. Your eyes opened for a second to check any physical indication of healing, there was none. You couldn’t stop though. You heard his voice calling out but he needed to wait, wait for this to work.

“Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine…” Your nose started to sting. Things normally started happening. You didn’t know what hope you had left that would make you think that your hair would help anyone anymore. You knew the limitations to your magic. But just please, if rules could be broken just once…

“Y/N.” His voice was quietly fading.

“What?” Your voice cracked as you sniffed and looked into his brown eyes which were closing into weak slits.

“You were my new dream.” He whispered. Were. He would have none anymore.

“And you were mine.” You sobbed. Were. There was no point anymore. His weight turned dead in your arms and his head tilted away. Tears welled up in your eyes. What was there to do anymore?

“Heal what has been hurt.” Your voice cracked in the quiet and dull colored atmosphere.

“Change the fates design.” You would stay in this tower for 18 years all over again if it meant you were able to meet him again. But this time, you would have never let your mother lock you the same way.

“Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine.” Save his life, bring back your love.

“What once was mine.” You whispered the last words to the song. It would do you no good anymore. But it’s all you’ve ever known. Everything that you have ever known, is now lost to you. You had nothing. Your tears finally shed, leaving marks on his beautiful tanned cheeks. From beyond your eyelids, you saw a glimpse of yellow bright light. What could it be?

You looked up. His face was beautiful, but it hasn’t changed. What was new was the glint of light, flashing from his wound. You looked down and saw bursts of light sprouting from his wound, like a flower.

Beautiful waves of curved light embraced the spaces in the tower. A beautiful and familiar flower from your dreams came from his wound. The brightness was so captivating and confusing. The waves of light slowly faded in the air and the remnants of the flower receded back into his body. No blood stain, no cuts through the fabrics of his clothes.

You instinctively tucked hair behind your ear, even though there were none to tuck, as you looked over to Taehyung’s face. You saw pinkish cheeks once more . His eyes fluttered and you were once again able to see his dark chocolate brown eyes once more.

“Y/N?” He crooked. Was this real?

“Taehyung!” You gasped. He was alive!

“Yah…I thought I told you that long hair was my favorite.” He was the one who cut it in the first place!

“But I must say. I prefer this color…” He was real. He was back!

“Taehyung!” All you could do was embrace him, you fell over him and clung on to him, like both your lives could only remain real if you held tight enough.

He sat up on his elbows and held you up before you fell over to your side. He was surprised, but it was what he wanted most right now. He held you tighter, holding your tiny body in his one arm.

You pulled away and giggled. You pushed your head forward and kissed him.

Scratch that, this was what he wanted most right now.

Maelstrom | Suga

Summary line: It takes a genius to help you get rid of the maelstrom in your heart

You’re fairly new to Big Hit. Not a singer, model, actor, dancer, or rapper. You’re composer, lyricist, and producer. You have a bad habit of being a workaholic. Other than biological reasons and greeting people, you almost never get up from your swivel leather chair in the provided small, makeshift studio. 

Your studio is in an open area but it was secluded from the main passing hallways. It is also used as storage and records room, so people come and go very often that you don’t really pay attention; besides, your headphones are always on your head. 

Despite having the whole studio for you to play, you find yourself glued to having something over your ears, people mistake you for anti-social but you’re really just overly engrossed in your work. It’s one of the many reasons Suga sits in here so often, unceremoniously entering your space.

You never asked questions, but then again, he wasn’t sure if you knew he was even present. You did have funny work habits. It’s like you never get up from your chair, but you change positions in your chair a lot; you sit normally, crisscrossed, feet up, or like L from Death Note. You drum your fingers and tap your foot when you’re playing with a beat, figuring a tempo. You bob your head and move your hands like a conductor. You chew on your straw and eat at your desk. Of all the times he’s been here, he’s never really seen you get up. You stand up to greet people with the polite Korean bow, but really, everyone does it, so that memory doesn’t really come to him. He’s done it for at least 20 years of his life now.

He looked up to your form and could only see a portion of the computer screen. He could see the beat you were forming, but with your headphones in, he didn’t know what sound you used to play the beat and he was curious. The beat seemed awfully familiar to him though.

He heard an excited giggle come out of you and he raised an eyebrow. You were pretty amusing when you enjoy yourself. Normally, he would find such habits and sounds annoying, but he could relate to some sense since it was for music. 

Since you were new, you didn’t get much chance to work together, but he’s heard your composition before; he was one of the judges for your audition, he was interested to see how long until Bang PD-nim will allow you two to work together. 

At your last month’s evaluation, he was pretty sure you were ready in terms of working out the program. You’ve proven yourself very efficient and genius in technical tactics, but you still needed a little more time to find your distinctive style.

“Ladies and gentleman, the new and, (sorry, boys, I love it, I really do,) but this is improved remix.” You giggled. He looked around, you were talking to no one. Seriously? You were pretty weird.

You unplugged your headphones and played the track. You remixed the instrumental version of House of Cards. It started out the same way as the original track, but you scratched it before Jungkook’s voice was supposed to start, the track replayed, but time you increased the tempo, adding distorted electric guitar, making a bit of metal/hip-hop feel to it. He heard your tiny voice do something he never expected. You started to rap, replacing the lyrics. Though you weren’t the performer type, it didn’t mean you didn’t the ability.

The original lyrics were about the instability of the house of cards. You rapped about the actual collapse in a regretful and angry tone. The house of cards has reached its limits; you thought you’ve been supporting a house of cards with many others, but it’s only been you this entire time. It’s time to bow out. What were you talking about?

You sighed as you reached the end of the song. You saved the track on your USB and unplugged. You looked at it. You swiveled in your chair and spun a 180° to see him just sitting there, staring at you. Your eyes widened and you looked at your USB, the computer, and back to him.

“What’s the title?” He asked with his arms crossed. You swallowed. Was he mad that you used his track as a base? You’ve heard him say before that you lacked originality.

“I was just going off on your track, kind of response/part two kind of thing. I don’t have a title.” He shook his head. He pointed at your USB.

“That needs its own title. You’re almost there. You think you need the base, but you don’t. You need to be brave about it. Keep the tempo, keep the lyrics; basically keep what you added. Start everything else all over.” He told you sternly. You bit your lip. You wanted to cry. You were actually going to go to the PD’s office and drop it off. Then never be seen again.

“I can’t.” You looked down to the carpet. You curled yourself onto the chair. He sighed, closing his laptop. He took your USB and grabbed the office chair next to you. He swiveled your chair, making you face the desktop again. He plugged in the USB and sat down next to you, opening up your music file. He went to the synthesizer to find the distorted guitar that you had.

“You can’t follow our melody. Make a new one.” He said, not looking at you as he clicked away at the intricate program, wiping away the notes. You sucked in a huge breath and looked up to see what he was up to. You needed to make a new melody, incorporate new and old instruments. Your song was fast-paced and wanted to make it feel turbulent.

You politely moved away his hand and started to add vocalization, timpani drums, piano, and grabbed the synth keyboard from the shelf next to you. You didn’t notice his eyebrow when you also chose the triangle, xylophone, and marimba on the program. You contemplated on keeping your distorted guitar; clearly starting all over. He quietly watched you as you composed a new melody, its harmony, its accompaniment, its arrangement.

Your habits emerged once again as you drowned yourself in your work. It was different this time though, a little self-conscious about it since you couldn’t ignore Suga’s presence. His presence was silent, but deafening. You didn’t dare stop, not that you really wanted to. Sometimes you would look at him for reassurance for what you do with your music. You kept asking him if things were “okay.” He wouldn’t answer those questions. He just shrugs, not giving you any input, saying it has to be yours, do what you do.

“What does it sound like to you?” You finally asked, playing the completed instrumental track. You were done, ready to present the whole track, at least to him.

“Turbulent. Troubling. Chaotic and confused. In the way you feel it, not the musical form.” He provided feedback after the intro and the verse should have started. You smiled.

“Close your eyes, what do you see?” He was pretty curious of your request, seeing how he’s never asked for any visual feedback for his music. Different musicians had different ways of presenting their music. Apparently, you wanted your music to have visual interpretation. He did as you told him to.

“Without your lyrics about a collapsing house of cards, it’s a storm in the middle of the ocean. The waters are dark and starting to concave itself, causing a maelstrom. The sky is too dark and the rain is unrelenting.” He paused. Your track was coming to an end.

“The storm is calming down…slowly yet abruptly, I can’t tell. I see a small yellowish, greyish, bluish horizon, far beyond the dark clouds. The sea…the ripples are still there, but it’s even. The storm has passed.” He opened his eyes to see you nodding, scribbling away at your notebook, taking in his vision.

“That’s exactly what I’m hoping you’d see.” You said, without looking at him. You used your pen to scratch your head, “The visual is completely different now. I need to change the topic of my song.” You mumbled frustratingly. You mumbled on how this vision required a resilient ship. He smiled. That’s the point. You didn’t realize it, but you just created your first original track.

The maelstrom in your heart has settled. You weren’t going anywhere. Big Hit wouldn’t want you to, and neither would he.

Days, Times, and Sky | BTS Representation

Rap Monster:

Wednesday: Center of it all. Steady as a rock in the middle because he needs to be. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday is already behind him. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are still ahead and he needs to make everyone survive the rest of the week. Oh and check it out, he's 5he middle child!

Time: 11pm - 1am. I can see Rap Monster during the time people are slowly told to go to sleep, whether it’s their internal clock, or some external notification. Does Rap Monster listen though? No. I see his neurons firing most actively during this time. I can’t explain why the other times are not as appropriate. Center of the night, I guess?

Sky: 

Jin:

Tuesday. Monday has passed, so he’s gearing up to truly handle the rest of the week. Preparing himself, preparing the rest of the week

Time: 11am - 1pm. Best time for lunch. And for hobbits, (he’s anything but), he’s elevensies AND lunch!

Sky: 

Suga:

Monday: Monday, man. Seriously? He’s not getting up. Go back to sleep, hopefully Monday will pass and he won’t have to deal with it. He’s a problem solver like that.

Time: 2pm - 4pm. It's a very contradicting time for me. When i begin schedules and make myself productive on my own time, no time is better than the afternoon for me. And yet. It's the best time for the cat nap. The sun is warm and yellow right now. The sunbeam’s game is super hot right now. Nothing is better than laying there and doing nothing. I feel like this characterizes that push and pull of yoongi energy between lethargy and productivity.

Sky:

J-Hope:

Sunday: I think of J-Hope when I hear 24/7=Heaven, probably because I think his voice is so prominent in that song. Naturally, I end up connect Sunday to him because of that. Long and lean ball of sunshine!

Time: 8am - 10am. It’s a beautiful time to wake up voluntarily. He feels most refreshed and happy

Sky: 

Jimin:

Saturday: Happy kid, go out and have fun! Spend it well!

Time: 9am - 11am. Overlapping Jin and J-Hope. Between feeling refreshed and meal times, he feels like he’s really starting the day, really starting to do what he wants to do

Sky: 

V:

Friday: Dude! Party! Turn up! The night is his! Saturday is his best friend! No company is better for Friday to enjoy his youth than Saturday.

Time. 4am - 6am. What a strange time to be up and about, right? But I think back to the times where I’m awake and alive without everyone else (depending on whether you simply satyed up late or woke up early to catch an early flight or something). There’s something about being up before anyone else. Not the tiring, grumbling side of early mornings, but the ones where you are active, feeling more awake than you thought you would be. There’s a certain energy within you, and a control of silence you have over everything around you. Theres that silent clarity all around you like the philosophies of life reveal themselves at this hour. Tae may be a very hyperactive person, but I think he would really indulge in thos feeling

Sky: 

Jungkook:

Thursday. You’ve worked hard, tomorrow is Friday. Yes! Thursday is the day he anticipates greatness. He sees what he’s done, thinking about the next week already, but he’s excited for the weekend.

Time: 4pm - 6pm. Sun is starting to set and his day is over. It’s time to take a breath and stretch

Sky: 

Second Year of Hogwarts | BTS Hogwarts AU

Last year

Seokjin had written letters to Namjoon over the summer.

Namjoon already knew Taehyung from the broom incident from last year, but since they made up, Namjoon could tell Taehyung had a righteous upbringing, despite his tendency to cause trouble. He wrote only to Seokjin over the summer.

Taehyung wrote to Jimin and Hoseok over the summer. Jungkook was a little slippery when it came to learning about his personal side, but by the end of the first year, he got Jungkook’s address and wrote to him as well.

Taehyung and Jimin started attending Namjoon and Seokjin’s study sessions. Seokjin constantly reminded them to calm down and would low-key apologize to his friend, who had always been very serious about the study session. Namjoon told him it was okay. To be honest, they were both grateful for the sense of lively merriment in the study sessions.

Taehyung started getting interested in animagi but didn’t think about pursuing it until he talked to Jimin about it at the near end of the year. When he decided he wanted to do it, he made a secret pact with Jimin about it and they separately started to gather information on animagi. They didn’t know that next year, they were allowed to learn it in Transfiguration.

Namjoon excels in every class, although he has a little tough time dealing with classes that require hands-on technique such as potions, herbology. Potions is way too fragile for his large and clumsy frame. So when they have partners in potions, Namjoon would tell Seokjin the instructions and let Seokjin handle all the different ingredients. Herbology required delicate hands…and Namjoon…was far from delicate. There was nothing he could do physically do to salvage his mistakes in that class because they rarely had partners, so he answered every question, earning points for the house.

He chose arithmancy and study of ancient runes for his next year’s electives.

Seokjin excels in Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration were his favorite subjects. Bewitching things and people were just so much fun and something he excelled at on his own. He treated potions like a cooking class and that was always fun. Herbology was okay since he felt good to take care of things and see it thrive under his care. History of Magic and Astronomy were a bit boring to him though.

Chose muggle studies and care of magical creatures for his next year’s electives

Taehyung excels in Potions and Herbology. He doesn’t particularly enjoy Herbology, but his father and mother work as herbologists so he naturally knows everything about it, but he’s so bored with the subject already; luckily, Professor Longbottom is patient with his acting up in class. He loved playing around in potions. His out-of-the-box nature really helped him excel in potions because, although he didn’t strictly follow the directions, his potions always turned out on point (very much like a certain half-blood prince)

Chose divination and care of magical creatures for his next year’s electives

Hoseok wrote to Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung over the summer. Didn’t push for Yoongi’s contact information so early on because he felt that Yoongi was pretty closed off and harder to interact with since he was in a different house. Was very surprised when Yoongi gave him his contact information on the last day.

Jimin wrote to Hoseok, Jungkook, and Taehyung over the summer. Every. Single. Day. Even though he was catching up with his muggle friends most of the time, and being pretty elusive about what school he transferred to, he would write.

Jungkook wrote to Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jimin. He didn’t reply as frequently as they did, but he would when he remembered.

Jimin’s studies got better since he started attending study sessions. Always ecstatic when Jungkook asked for help.

Jungkook exchanges help in class for practicing on the Quidditch field.

Hoseok joins in both because he doesn’t want to feel left alone.

Hoseok is an outstanding/exceeding expectations student, mostly because he’s grown up with a stern Ravenclaw father. If it wasn’t for his excellence in History of Magic, Jungkook and Jimin would have failed.

Chose Muggle Studies and Study of Ancient runes for his next year’s electives

Jimin thinks that Transfigurations and Potions are fun and all, but his favorite lesson has always been the flying lesson in his first year. He does well enough on other classes, but history of magic must be the most boring subject yet.

Chose Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures for his next year’s electives.

Jungkook exceeds expectations in many things, but is finds history of magic really, really, really boring. He cannot, for the life of him, pay attention in that class.

Chose Care of Magical Creatures and Study of Ancient Runes for his next year’s electives

Yoongi only wrote to Hoseok over the summer, and really, that’s completely fine with him. He feels like he’s making a breakthrough already by a Slytherin befriending a Hufflepuff. Tries not to think of it that way though because it would make him seem very manipulative. It actually is, but he thinks if he doesn’t think of it like that, the connection will be more genuine.

In his first year, when he discovered the Room of Requirement, he experimented with the structure every day, learning the limits of this room and his own imagination. He still does it, because he can see the infinite possibilities and he doesn’t feel like he has enough time to fully understand it, which kind of bugs him but fascinates him at the same time.

He’s starting to catch on to his own creativity, settling on recurring themes, but changing the structure that’s almost always different.

He excels in every class. Pays extra attention to Defense Against the Dark Arts. He tries his best to stand out in that class; proving his activism in fighting the dark arts. His favorite class is probably Astronomy though. Stars and the movements of planets is very calming to him. It’s quiet, independent, and predictable.

Chooses Arithmancy and study of ancient runes for his next year’s electives

Quidditch: THIS USED TO BE IN THE FIRST YEAR UNTIL I REALIZED THAT FIRST YEARS AREN’T ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE IN QUIDDITCH. Harry Potter is just annoyingly special like that. I moved it here because I’m a perfectionist and wanting to be a little authentic. Sorry for those who’ve seen this portion before, but I think you’ve all enjoyed it still...

Namjoon was chosen by the Head of the House to be the announcer of Quidditch games.

Seokjin decided to try out as a chaser but found out at tryouts that he was better suited for keepers.

Taehyung is a Gryffindor beater

Not necessarily friendly or getting along, but Seokjin felt drawn to watch over the little rascal, especially since he witnessed Taehyung’s prank on his friend. When he learned that things were resolved, Seokjin also let go of his grudge that he didn’t even notice existed. He lightened his behavior towards little Taehyung, but he was still quite a troublemaker.

Hoseok is a Hufflepuff chaser

Jungkook is a Hufflepuff seeker. Other than against Slytherin, he claimed Hufflepuff victory at every other game.

Jimin is a Hufflepuff beater because Taehyung pushed him to try out

Hoseok and Jimin got to know each other on the team, and that eventually also meant Jungkook. They were the Hufflepuff second year trio on the team.

During practices, Taehyung or Jimin would spectate the other’s practice, teasing them from the sidelines and the pair would end up fooling around. The captain of the teams would end up kicking out the spectator friend from the field. During games between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, they teasingly eye each other and constantly challenge each other with bludgers, making quite a show for the audience while they should be watching the real game.

Once Taehyung hit a bludger towards one of Jimin’s teammates, and Jimin had successfully defended his teammates. This caused Jimin to be pretty mad but was easily diffused when Taehyung promised to never do it again. Inadvertently, this made Jimin pretty popular in the Hufflepuff commons. Unbeknownst to him, it was all under Taehyung’s calculations and he had done it on purpose for this very reason.

Yoongi is a Slytherin seeker. Slytherin had won every single game thanks to him and Slytherin won the Quidditch cup. His favorite opponent was Jungkook and vice versa.

Next year

Hogwarts Express p.2 | BTS Hogwarts AU

Jimin sat down at an empty compartment. He should probably find friends, but as a child who didn’t have magical parents, there’s really nothing he could go on as far as what the social conventions in the wizarding world were. He would probably want to work that out first; maybe when he gets to the school.

He watched in childlike amazement as he watched the scenery pass by. He’s never been on a train before.

He decides that he should probably explore the train, he opened up his door and that’s when there was a whoosh!

A child practically flew in. If Jimin wasn’t quick enough to move aside, he would have been accidentally pushed against the door hinges. The child slid the door shut as hard as he could, and was giggling with a surprisingly deep voice as he threw himself down onto the floor and hid underneath the seat.

He grabbed the first thing he saw to cover him, which were Jimin’s legs. He had Jimin stand in front of the seat so no one would notice the little child in black on the floor.

Jimin didn’t ask and absentmindedly watched the door as kids scurried past, glancing through every door they passed by. The boy’s actions were all too familiar, the same actions as Jimin executed whenever he pulled harmless pranks

After a while, Jimin moved away and sat on the seat across from the child. The child finally got out from his hiding spot and sat up on the seat.

The boy had such a round head and the hair to match. He had a rectangular smile and couldn’t stop laughing, trying to get rid of the rush he had.

“What happened?” Jimin finally asked.

“I transfigured someone’s suitcase full of clothes into tadpoles, and then I accelerated their growth.” Taehyung doubled over in laughter and Jimin broke out into laughter too.

“Aren’t you the same age as me? That should mean that this is your first year! How did you learn how to do that?” Jimin asked as he tried to calm down.

“I’m a half blood. My mother was a Ravenclaw. I learned the spell from her books.” What the heck is a Ravenclaw?

“I take it then, you’re muggleborn.” Taehyung stated his question.

“What’s that?” Jimin asked. Taehyung smiled and nodded, having his guess confirmed.

“No magical parents. You were born from muggles, non-magic folk.” Taehyung explained. Jimin scratched the back of his head, “Yes, I guess I am muggleborn then.”

“That’s cool. I don’t mind.” Taehyung shrugged.

“Do people normally mind that?” Jimin asked nervously.

“Some, not most. Most of that prejudice is in the past. Don’t worry about it. Do your thing and people will like you.” Taehyung gave comforting advice to Jimin.

“I bet you’ll be sorted into Hufflepuff.” Taehyung guessed out loud.

“What’s Hufflepuff? And what was the Ravenclaw you were talking about earlier?” Taehyung sighed with proud authority as he got up and sat down next to Jimin, throwing a lazy arm around his shoulder.

“I’ve got lots to teach you, my friend. By the way, I’m Taehyung.” He brought up his hand and gave a handshake.

“Jimin.”

p.1 (NJ and SJ) | p.3 (H, YG, and JK)

A/N: Will also be having a sorting hat scenario and seven years in hogwarts