“Come on, everyone!”
“Jongseong, you know everyone will think differently of you, if you keep acting like this.” Sunghoon Park said.
Jongseong Park crossed his arms and huffed.
“I only wanted a great story for the school’s website. Anything other than, ‘No, it’s not Wingardium Levio-SA, it’s Wingardium Levi-OH-sa’! Anything but that. I want a story that will excite people, make the students look forward to what is happening…in a good way!”
Jung Hoseok, the eldest of the School Website team, turned around and saw the scrunched up face of Jongseong.
“Do you know you are so cute when you’re mad?” he asked with a chuckle.
Jongseong huffed again.
Seokjin entered and said, “There is a new girl here, today. She just walked in. She seemed young.”
“Then she is probably a freshman,” said Sunghoon, “What else, was she with her mother or father?”
Seokjin shook his head.
“Nope,” he said, “She walked in with the headmistress all on her own. I’m guessing she had very busy parents.”
But Y/N had a dark history. It was unsettling to hear about.
The next morning was an assembly. The school still mourned the loss of the great leader Professor Harry Potter. He was known as a bringer of goods and change. But it was bittersweet to even sit during.
“Are all eulogies like this?” asked Y/N, the new student?
Huening Bahiyyih was in the Hufflepuff house, unlike her elder brother Kai, and her elder sister Lea, who were both in Gryffindor.
“No,” said Bahiyyih, “It’s just a bunch of muttering about a death of a person that we don’t really know…yet.”
The students wore their formal uniforms and their robes. But Y/N didn’t have a robe yet. She wanted her mother's hand-me-down, but her mother said she would get her own robe.
Eventually, the boring, old eulogy was over. The students met in the famous dining hall for breakfast. But even that felt blue and gray.
The headmasters were also silent, gobbling up their meals. This left Y/N confused.
Why aren’t they in a regular mood, if they’re just going to be sad all day over the death of the famous Harry Potter?
“Did someone really die in this school?” she asked Jongseong, who was next to her.
“No,” said Jongseong, “They don’t even love themselves. Our really famous one, Dumbledore, was dead in a car crash. Seriously? Who comes up with this stuff?”
Y/N simply looked away and sniggered at his rowdy attitude.
Suddenly, a brown and tall hat flew from the swinging big doors to the dining room. The students ducked for cover. However, the hat gave off a laugh and chuckle.
“So sorry to frighten everybody,” said the hat, “Especially to our new students that decided to join us this year! I am…your sorting hat!”
The students gave off their applause.
“Thank you, thank you,” the hat announced, “Now, for the new students, kindly line up on the right and we shall sort out things at your house!”
The new students rushed to the side of the dining room to be sorted into their houses. Y/N quickly and shyly ran up in line, next to Bahiyyih.
“Shall this be harmful?” she asked quietly.
“Why would this hurt you?” Bahiyyih asked, “There’s nothing to fear!”
But still, Y/N felt uncomfortable.
Student after student. It became nerve-wracking severely. She kept worrying about her house of choice. Her mother once told her not to worry. But every time she did that, it made her worry even more.
What if I don’t get into the house of my choice? What if they won’t accept me being in that house? What if I don’t pass in magic?! What then?!
It was getting pretty frustrating for the young girl. It was then her go for the sorting hat. But Y/N was already worried, frustrated, and completely resentful.
This isn’t going to work! No! It’s going to work! It’s going to work! No, it shall not! Oh, dear! I’m frustrated, aren’t I
Y/N sat down below the hat. She trembled when hat began talking.
“Let’s see,” said the hat, “What house shall I put you in…”
“Not the Ravenclaws!” Y/N muttered with a tremble.
“Not Ravenclaw?” asked the hat who heard her claim, “Well, then…I’ll put you in something else then.”
There was a deadly silence. Y/N felt more uncomfortable.
Please not Ravenclaw, please not Ravenclaw, please not Ravenclaw!!
The hat made a decision; the students filled with anticipation.
“GRYFFINDOR…AND HUFFLEPUFF!!”
Y/N was surprised. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. There had never been a hybrid of any of the two houses in almost a hundred years! More silence was there.
I’m…a hybrid?
“Impossible, I know,” said the hat, “Obviously, you haven’t heard of the word ‘change’ in your lives! Aye, aye, aye”
The students laughed. Y/N, on the other hand, was outraged.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Everything was lighthearted after breakfast. The bell rang and the children of different grades sprang out of the dining room and to their very first class.
Y/N’s first class was Herbology with Mrs. Sprout. This year was for the second and third year students. Y/N, however, knew a lot about herbology. And that meant a LOT!
“For our first lesson,” said Mrs. Sprout, “I always teach my second and third year students how to re-pot a mandrake. Can anyone tell me what a mandrake is?”
Y/N raised her hand. This surprised the professor.
“Our new student? Really?” she questioned, “Well, then. Y/N? Please explain to me and the class what a mandrake is.”
“A mandrake,” said Y/N, “Is a plant that is in the form of a human being, but has the squeal of a baby. They are often used to return anyone, who had once been petrified, in their original state.”
“Wonderful!” said Mrs. Sprout, “And, Y/N, what is the main fact of a mandrake?”
“Well, it is dangerous. Their screaming and squealing sounds can be fatal and kill anyone who hears it.”
“Correct!” cried Mrs. Sprout, “Ten points to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff! And extra two points for you, Y/N, since you are new here.”
Y/N smiled as the class clapped for her accomplishment.
“Now, although Y/N’s answers were simply correct, there is a fact that she missed. The mandrakes in the pots in front of each of you, are little wee babies. Their cries will not kill you, but will leave you unconscious for a few hours, seven to be exact! Which gives out the reason for the earmuffs that I had passed out. Put these on for auditory protection. Quickly, now, quickly!”
The students did exactly as Mrs. Sprout said. Except Y/N. For she was immune to the mandrake’s sounds.
“Give it a good flap down and watch me closely.” said Mrs. Sprout, “You must grasp this little plant firmly. And then…drag it up from the pot!”
The mandrake let out its cry. The students, except Y/N, covered their ears for their auditory protection.
“Got it?” said Mrs. Sprout, “Now, you gently place it in another pot and dig up some soil to keep him warm. He or she will perish in cold places. I wouldn’t suggest buying these plants, if you haven’t had the best experience yet.”
The students grasped the plants tight…and dragged it up, trying to not faze through the mandrakes’ crying. Y/N however, was unfazed. She didn’t even have her earmuffs on! Most of the students did not notice this ability.
Y/N stroked the little baby human-formed tree root…and the mandrake had stopped crying. It fell asleep. Carefully, she placed it in another pot next to the original pot and covered it up with soil to keep him warm and ready to produce its flowers.
But she had to wait to endure the rest of the other mandrakes crying until she could actually hear what the rest of the walls and doors were saying. Of course, she never knew any witchcraft. Immunity was a type of wizardry. Just not the type that Hogwarts Academy never taught. It was a college major. Something like Endore College in England would teach.
Mrs. Sprout noticed, however, but couldn’t say anything. Y/N was the new student and couldn’t have her points taken down. She felt guilty that she had to keep such a secret.
“Alright!” she announced, “Now that we have done our first part of this lesson, the next part is to put it outside and water it. I’m sure that you all know that these wee things do get pretty thirsty.”
The students found a spot for their potted mandrakes and gave it a drink. But Y/N stayed behind and nursed her little mandrake instead. He was injured on his feet. Y/N figured that if this plant was ever injured, you must use a spell to help heal it. And that is what she did exactly.
Y/N whispered the magic word, “Verbana.”
The mandrake slowly sewed its feet back together and dug deeper into its brand new pot. It began to whimper for water. That was when she took it out to the garden and watered it with a watering can. The mandrake suddenly gave off a giggle.
The students and Mrs. Sprout took notice of the giggling plant. The bell rang and the students quickly sprang out of the room and put their gardening coats on the racks. Y/N ran along with the rest of the students.
The next lesson was History of Magic: Dark and Light.
Everyone gathered up and took a seat wherever there was a desk and chair available.
There stood Professor Olga Mumblechoom, teacher of Endore College.
“I’m sure we all know what this class is.” she said with a smirk.
But the students gave a dead look. Except Y/N.
“This is the History of Magic: Dark and Light. Correct?”
“It is! Ten points for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!”
The students mumbled about Y/N’s sudden knowledge. They were in shock. But not in a good way. They found this a work of witchcraft.
“How is she knowing about each subject? Has she been reading about it or something?” asked Gryffindor Huening Kai.
“I’m not sure,” said Kim Seokjin of Hufflepuff, “If it’s witchcraft, she will be expelled. Another way we can figure this out is to talk to her. But she will get uncomfortable.”
“Anyways, class,” said Professor Mumblechoom, “Like Y/N said, this is a historical study class of Dark and Light Magic. Dark Magic contains Satanism, Devilry, and, the most feared of all, Witchcraft. But in Light Magic, it contains Wizardry, Broomsticking, and Fairycraft. You will all need the big textbook called the Histories of all Magic. It should be up and delivered to your bedrooms. But anyways, let's begin the class with a historical film.”
The film was a documentary about how Dark Magic came to be and what could be used to prevent it.
It was five minutes until the school bell rang, right when the film ended.
“After the Second Block, it is Feasting, then it ends with two more blocks. Once classes are finished it is time for the students to rest and study. And there is Suppertime after that and then, it’s finished for the day.”
The bell rang and Y/N was the first to sprang away. She ran as she floated in the air. The students noticed, but didn’t say anything. Doing so would get her in trouble.
Once she arrived at the dining room for lunchtime, she found the room all decorated and ghosts dancing around. Some she knew, some she did not. Y/N smiled and was content. She floated up in the air and danced around with the spirits. But even the spirits were confused.
Once the bell rang again. Y/N fell to the ground, but landed on her feet, startling the students with a slight fright.
The next class was Flying Lessons; Y/N knew how to navigate a broomstick.
There was the sound of a whistle. The students lined up at one side. And the Master of Flying Rolanda Hooch, or in other words, Coach Hooch.
“Students!” she hollered, “As a former Champion Quidditch player, I am sorted out to teach young fellow and aspiring wizard trainees the art of flying and, possibly, teach a few tricks and tips of how to play the Hogwarts national game, Quidditch! Now follow me! Step over to the left of the broom passed down for each of you, and say ‘up’.”
When Y/N put out her hand to reach the broomstick; the broomstick obeyed her quickly! The others either refused to rise up to their guardian’s hand, or just simply conked them on the head.
Coach Hooch used her powers to help the young broomstick beginners and the rest of the broomsticks rose up and the children grasped them.
“Alright,” she announced, “Now you hop on to your broomstick and lean forward and kick off whichever side of your feet to get it to float a few inches in the air! But do it quickly! These brooms can be quite stubborn.”
Of course, the students were having trouble. All except Y/N. When she hopped on her broomstick, leaned forward and kicked off, she began flying in the air. However, it was not a few inches.
The girl steered from the right to the left, and the left to the right. She flew all around the quidditch courtyard.
Right when she landed, she hopped off her broomstick. Maybe it was nerves, or it was too high for her to fly. But when she fell to the ground, Y/N landed perfectly on her feet and the broomstick flew right to her left hand.
Coach Hooch applauded.
“Darling, Y/N!” she exclaimed, “Maybe you can teach us a few things about flying. Can’t you?”
“I have been flying since I was a baby,” said Y/N, “I guess I could let you learn a few tips and tricks from me. Besides…my family was born to play quidditch.”
The final class of the day was Potions and Charms. This was Y/N’s most favorite subject, let alone her favorite hobby. She always thought of them as recipes or spells. The results were what she liked.
During the introduction, Y/N heard a sound of a faint scream. It kept her distracted from the whole class. She was like this until the bell rang and snapped her right out of it.
She then dashed out of the room with the other classmates.
Slowly, she heard the faint scream again. Seemingly enough, it was coming from the abandoned hallway that was now in front of her. She became curious. No one had been through that particular hallway in many years. She walked closer to the door at the end. But she was stopped.
“What are you doing,” asked a voice of a young male, “No one is really supposed to go down this hallway.”
Y/N was confused; the boy ran towards her.
“It’s usually more for the staff and faculty. Not for students. Anyways, you should probably head over to your room.”
Y/N did not say a word. She was nervous that she was going to forget what she kept hearing. When the boy walked her away, she could not keep her eyes off the door that was now right behind her.
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Something is up with the new girl,” said Huening Kai the Gryffindor, “She is constantly getting out of bed and going into the forbidden hallway. This is suspicious.”
“How is that suspicious?” asked Kim Taehyung, the oldest, “I thought she would use the bathroom.”
“No way,” said Jongseong, shaking his head, “She is always getting out of her room. I know I would see her slowly go to the hallway. Everyone knows that it’s not allowed to go there.”
In the evening, Y/N heard the screaming sounds again. But they were more louder than the times before. This startled her to the bone.
She slowly stood up and walked out from the bedroom. It didn’t take long for the Hufflepuffs and the Gryffindors to be suspicious about this particular behavioral pattern.
Y/N, confused by the distance of the sounds, looked all around, thinking that it would be at another place in the school. But as always, it was located in the same hallway known as the “Forbidden Passage”.
When the sounds grew louder and louder, Y/N could not help but feel more than possessed to the noises.
However, she broke free as there was a roar, coming from the door at the end of the forbidden hallway. At first, it wasn’t severe. But there was a rattle and Y/N stepped back, but determined to find out the creature, stepped forward.
It’s in there! It’s right in there! But I’m not allowed in there. Is this what they call temptation?
Y/N then gathered up a bit of more courage…and quietly opened the door of the forbidden hallway.
“She opened it!” whispered Kim Sunoo, “She’s opened it!”
“Y/N is going to get into so much trouble!” added Huening Kai.
The girl stepped inside the doorway and the door itself closed on its own. However, Y/N thought that it was just someone trying to prank her and brushed it off.
It was dark inside the room. Y/N wasn’t afraid. Although, unexpected things do occur to her.
The voices of screaming women and men unappealed her.
Is there a torture chamber here?
Y/N couldn’t figure out the coordinations. It became too confusing for her to think. But then, she heard a growling sound.
She then turned around and saw a three-faced dog snoring right in front of her as she was finding a way out. It was a black and tan pomeranian that had three faces, not heads. Y/N awed silently.
Y/N walked the dark stairs up to the door of the dark place. Suddenly, the sound of hissing and moaning began to appear out of nowhere. But she already knew what the sounds were coming from.
Dementors!
As the shadowy figures came straight for Y/N, she used her wand to zap them away and defeated most of them. She forced the door open and a Dementor attempted to chase after her.
But as smart as Y/N was, she flew from the back and zapped him with an electrical power, almost making a small, but mighty, explosion.
All was quiet afterwards. But Y/N still had fear. She floated back to her room to rest for the night.
Park Jongseong, who watched the whole battle, was impressed by her abilities.
“I think I know what to write about for this project!”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jongseong stayed up all night and wrote down what he had seen the previous night. He was the editor and the writer of the school’s website.
He wrote and he wrote and he wrote until finally, he had the perfect draft. Now he was ready to post it all online.
However, he did have second thoughts. He once thought that if the paper got a bad review, there would be trouble and the team would dismember. He worried constantly.
But he posted it anyway, so that the students would read the next issue on Monday.
Meanwhile, the girls were waking up most of the other female students. And the next up was Y/N. But Y/N preferred to obey and stayed inside her room, sleeping deeply.
The reason why they did this was because they barely see the guys from the Quidditch team in the day. A lot of the girls were huge fans of them, especially Bahiyyih and Lea, Huening Kai’s sisters. They would cheer for their brother, who was the defender of the team.
Lea was first to knock on Y/N’s door. But Y/N didn’t want to break the rules. She opened the door anyway.
“What are you doing up at this hour?” she asked with a yawn.
“The quidditch team is playing! We must cheer our favorite players on, especially if one of them is your brother!” said Lea.
Most of the girls were squealing for Quidditch practice. Y/N was concerned.
“Guys, we really shouldn’t!” she said, trying to calm most of the girls down, “We are going to get into trouble!”
But the girls would not listen, though. This angered Y/N to the core. When the dormitory patrol came out to address the scene, all of the students raced back to their rooms as quickly as possible.
But Y/N was not a fast runner. Once she reached her room, a patrol officer caught her and took her to the front office.
Y/N then sat in the deadly and silent front office. She felt uncomfortable and could not contain the quality of it all. The head of the school, Professor McGonagall, entered the office.
“I don’t know why I’m here,” said Y/N, “I know I wasn’t supposed to be out of my room at the hour of quidditch practice.”
Professor McGonagall nodded.
“I know,” she said, “You, out of most of the girls, are probably one of the best students there is, not that you are a nerd in your selected subjects, but you basically follow every of the rules, regardless of any of the circumstances there is.”
Y/N smiled.
“I will let you go,” she continued, “But promise me that it won’t happen again.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” concluded Y/N, as she walked out from the office.
However, the next evening, she couldn’t help but be tempted to watch the rest of the quidditch practise team. It was all she could think about.
I know we are supposed to be inside our dorms, she thought, At least make an exception, like the last evening.
She got up out of bed and put on a comfortable set of clothes. At first, she was full of hesitant. What if she gets caught again?
This time, Y/N had gathered up the courage to go out with the rest of the girls outside to the field.
Lea met up with Y/N already. Her expression widened.
“Up so late?” she asked.
“I figured to head outside to see what the big fuss is about. You know, about the boys’ quidditch team?” said Y/N.
Lea and Y/N walked. But Y/N still hesitated. She then stopped.
“Wait,” she said, “I forgot my phone. You go ahead, I’ll meet you out there.”
“Really,” said Lea, “Will you be able to find your way?”
“Wasn’t it close to the greenhouse, the ballfield?”
“Yes, it was. Be quick, and don’t get caught.”
“I have a way, don’t worry.” Y/N winked.
Y/N walked away; Lea turned her back. When she was not looking, Y/N leaped and floated in the air, jumping from one building to another, that made Lea flinch. She could not stop watching her in awe.
I guess there wasn’t much to worry about, then.
Even if she was at sixteen, Y/N was known for being at least a “little bit” more athletic than the rest of the girl students of Hogwarts. Some have said that she should have joined the quidditch team. But it was the male’s sport, alike nightball, the alma mater sport in Decelis Academy.
Once she had her phone in her hand, she went the same way back outside to the ballfield. She leaped over the dorm managers and fence unnoticeably. To her, sneaking out at night was not a big deal.
With speed and agility, Y/N zoomed over the next fence over, known as the security fence. Luckily, she wasn’t noticed. And eventually, she made it over to the ballfield.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, the website had a new article about the witch trials and how unfair they are to those that were accused, using Y/N as an example. The students gave him a round of applause. Jongseong never felt more than proud of himself.
Jake entered and patted Jongseong on the back.
"Man, I don't believe it!" he exclaimed, "I can't believe that we got so many reads and popularity! I think we have a promotion coming over here!"
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall and Mumblechoom entered with anger in their faces.
"What happened to them?" asked Jake.
But Jongseong shrugged.
It was during class time when the herbology students, who were looking after their pet mandrakes, when the teachers next door were heard arguing. Mrs. Sprout, who was concerned, still smiled throughout the lesson.
However, the arguing became worse and the shouting became louder.
"Sproutlets," said Mrs. Sprout, "I am going to have to...calm down the teachers next door. Just remember to be careful when tending to a mandrake."
"Yes, Professor Sprout." said the students in unison.
Meanwhile, Y/N’s mandrake giggled whenever she stood right beside it, giving it lots of love. The students looked at her when she caressed its petals. But then, it whimpered for water.
Y/N filled up the watering pot and poured it down for the mandrake to drink. She then put it outside to keep it warm while drinking the cold water.
Mrs. Sprout returned.
“The teachers are fighting about Y/N for some reason, saying that there is a change in her behavior or something.”
She spotted her outside.
“There she is! What a good girl, putting the mandrake outside after watering it.”
“But Miss,” said Sunghoon, “We don’t put out the mandrakes after they have drunk the water.”
Mrs. Sprout laughed, but then stopped. She observed Y/N with eyes bulged open. Y/N came back inside and was surprised to see her professor’s current expression.
“What’s happened,” she asked, “Why is everyone looking at me as if I’ve done something I shouldn’t have.”
During break, the students rumored about the girl, even Lea and Bahiyyih. The guys, however, were confused.
“Why are they rumoring about Y/N?” asked Huening Kai.
“I don’t know,” said Taehyung, “I know she means no harm. She is just being herself.”
Jake cared about Y/N the most. He wanted nothing to do with the rumors and wanted Y/N to be free from it.
“Should we address these rumors and let them know that it’s not true?” he asked.
“They would only heat up more outrage,” said Seokjin, “Best if we lay low if the rumors are true or not.”
Jake nodded his head.
However, the students mocked Y/N and rumors continued to rise.
*~*~*~*~*~*
“The rumor’s are not true!” said Jake through the P.A system, “I repeat the rumors are not true. Y/N would never leave her dorm room in the middle of the night and would not leap over buildings.”
But the students were heated with anger. So did the teachers. Most did not bother to speak with Y/N. This made the girl confused.
What have I done wrong?
Things were becoming so bad that people actually began criticizing Jay’s article for the website.
“What is going on here?!” Jongseong asked, frustratedly, “Why are people commenting negatively about my article?!”
“You might have said something sensitive about the witch trials that have been going on the past few years. And now someone is going to come and try to put us on lockdown!” said Sunghoon.
“How is spreading awareness about the witch trials so sensitive?” asked Jake, “If it’s addressing the danger about it, then none of us would have such a problem.”
“That fact is, Jongseong used Y/N as an example. Now everyone might suspect she is one of the accused witches on trial.” said Huening Kai.
“How could she be a witch if she’s done nothing wrong?”
Y/N did have abilities that were a lot advanced than the rest. But that did not mean she was a witch. She always stayed away from witchcraft and devilry. The students gave her a hard time for it, saying that a witch should not even attend classes, because of the specific abilities that Y/N bore.
How am I witch? I don’t even know the first thing to witchcraft anyway!
Lea and Bahiyyih walked up to her and said, “Hey, witch!”
Y/N flinched, “Come to throw another remark at me?”
“Don’t even bother to attend classes,” said Bahiyyih, “Everyone knows you are a witch!”
Y/N hissed and Bahiyyih tripped over. Quickly, Y/N ran away from the scene to avoid trouble.
That evening, she couldn’t sleep because of the cheering of the fans of the quidditch team. However, just when she closed her eyes, an ominous voice arrived out of nowhere.
“Y/N,” it spoke, “Voldemort is coming! You must protect yourself!”
Protect myself, she thought, Who is Voldemort?
At breakfast, the students scowled at Y/N. The girl was scared and was deprived from eating.
“What have I done wrong!”
“EVERYTHING!” said the students.
Y/N was angered and screeched, banging the table with her hands.
The students whispered. Some mentioned her name. Y/N plopped her head down and began to cry.
I don’t know what I’ve done wrong! Why is everyone poking fun at me and mocking me for nothing?
“Everyone,” chided Jake, “You’re scaring the girl! Why would you think she is a witch, what makes you think that she had made pact with the devil? I don’t think she has done wrong!”
“Jake,” shouted Professor Mumblechoom, “The professors will sort this out, you may sit down now.”
“STOP!” Y/N screamed, “DO YOU WANT ME TO PUT A SPELL ON THIS SCHOOL?!”
The room applauded with outrage. Y/N didn’t realize what she had done and saw the terrified classmates.
Terrified herself, she ran out of the room and locked herself in her dorm room. She curled up into a ball and repeated: I am not a witch, I am not a witch, I am not a witch…