Hogwarts Express P.2 | BTS Hogwarts AU

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

Sorting Kim Seokjin | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

“Pretty boy can’t wait to eat, huh?” the Sorting Hat cackled at the boy’s trying patience. Ah, this boy will grow well.

This boy was already self-aware on a very mature level for a child his age. He knew his personal struggle on which side to choose, he honestly felt conflicted since he grew up knowing both sides. It would have been comfortable to be in Hufflepuff, but something told both Seokjin and the Sorting Hat that he wants more than comfort. Seokjin seemed to be a surprisingly spontaneous kid, with a daring heart to explore. The Sorting Hat decided to play on Seokjin’s innermost desires that he didn’t even know.

The Sorting Hat surprised Namjoon when he heard his friend be called to the Gryffindor table with him. Surely, Seokjin was a Hufflepuff, but Namjoon quickly decided that it was too short of a train ride for him to deduce him (truly, Namjoon felt a little disgruntled that he’d lost to his own game of guessing the different first years on the ride to Hogwarts, especially to a friend he actually met on the train). Namjoon felt a little challenge in his heart when his new friend strolled over to him with an excited smile, ready to explore. But it was that challenge in Namjoon’s heart, and the excited-looking Seokjin, that made Namjoon realize exactly why the Sorting Hat sorted them in Gryffindor.

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Taehyung~~~Yoongi~~~Jimin~~~Jungkook~~~Hoseok

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.

Just as expected taehyung's scenario of tangled was so good. 😭😭😭 I cry.

:) I’m very happy you liked it.

Aww please don’t cry. Taetae is alive and well, and so are you. Look! So lively!

Hogwarts Express p.3 | BTS Hogwarts AU

“I could have sworn I saw more sweets earlier.” Hoseok mumbled to himself as the trolley cart finally came his way. About one third of the cart had been emptied since he’s passed by the trolley cart when he was on his way to the bathroom.

Now, he’s on his way back to his compartment and the trolley has already passed by his compartment when he was in the bathroom. No doubt, the cart will magically restock itself but the cart was with Hoseok now, he might as well take what he can get before it moves on.

He picked up his personal favorites, which was actually quite a bit since he loved sweets, but he remembered that the trolley still had a while to go. But since the trolley will restock itself, it would be okay, right? He looked at his currency. He had plenty to spare, but he didn’t want to trouble his family over the school year to send him more money. He cut down his choices by at least half. It’s probably better for him like this anyway; too many sweets could give him cavities. His mother loved his smile, so he wouldn’t ruin that.

He gave the trolley witch his mother-loving smile and thanked her for waiting so long. He sent her on her way and went back to his own compartment.

When he got back, he was surprised to see a thin and pale boy with green hair sitting by the window. He was looking outside and was resting his chin in his hand, elbows supported by the window sill. 

Hoseok looked up above the seat to see his own initials on the suitcase. He got the compartment right. Where was this boy while the train was moving earlier? Hoseok almost knocked but remembered that this was his compartment first. Oh well.

Hoseok knocked the compartment door and entered in anyway. The boy’s head turned to him and Hoseok saw his face had a very lazy and hard expression. Hoseok gave a quick smile and took down his suitcase, subtly indicating that he had the right to be here. Even so, Hoseok still was about to leave the compartment and find a different compartment with his suitcase but a raspy voice stopped him.

“You were here first, weren’t you? Just stay.” Hoseok turned back, ears red. He looked at the boy with the same expression.

“My name is Hoseok.” He finally said, setting down his suitcase back where he originally had it. He sat down opposite of the pale boy. The pale boy gave him a sweet smile, but it was a little tight.

“Yoongi.” Hoseok scratched the back of his head and then remembered the sweets in his pockets. He brought out all the sweets out.

“Would you like some?” Yoongi looked at his hands full of sweets and finally gave a smile that showed his little teeth and gums. Yoongi put his hands in his pockets and revealed the same sweets, and then some; the same sweets Hoseok liked.

Hoseok laughed and cried out gleefully, “We are in common with sweets!” A knock brought their attention to the door. A young boy peeked in, “May I sit here? Everywhere else is full…”

Before asking Yoongi’s opinion on the matter, Hoseok gestured to the seat next to him, “Of course!”

To Yoongi, two was already a crowd…but this kid really needed to find a place to sit, he couldn’t say no to this kid.

“What’s your name?” Hoseok asked the boy as he sat down with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I’m Jungkook.” He introduced himself proud and firm, but his handshake was soft and timid. Hoseok could tell by Jungkook’s handshake and Yoongi’s gummy smile, yes. Yes, he could work with this.

p.1 (NJ and SJ) | p.2 (J and TH)

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

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