Magic Within Us - An Ateez Hogwarts AU

The Chosen One

San and Wooyoung sat in Professor Longbottom's office as they waited for the teacher to make his way in. Filch stood behind them, his hot breath creeped down their necks. They had gotten caught shortly after leaving the bathroom.

"San, wait-" Wooyoung had tried to insist once more but he could tell it was useless. San was already dressed and heading out into the hall. Wooyoung jumped as he pulled on his pants and followed after San.

"You don't understand, if the gytrash are here it's only a matter of time before he is too." There was a wild look in his eyes. Something about the Gytrash scared San more than Wooyoung knew.

"Who is he?" Wooyoung whispered as he struggled to keep up with San. His hand reached out to grab at San's robe.

San whipped around to face. "Anchor Mortem." He yanked his sleeve away from Wooyoung and started down the hall once more.

"Why would Anchor Mortem be here?" Wooyoung whispered. They rounded down one of the many small spiraling staircases.

San was gasping for breath, panic welling through every vein and racing in his blood. His hands trembled as he paused and leaned back against the cold stone. "For me. He's here for me." He struggled to catch his breath.

Wooyoung faced him across the other side of the stairs. He let San take several deep breaths in the silence before he finally asked, "Is he still chasing you? Are you in danger?"

They stood on the stairs as San took another breath, his heart rate finally slowing and his breath came out more even. "I-"

"And what might you two be doing out of bed?" Asked a slimy voice from behind the corner. Filch shuffled out from above them and held up his lamp to look both boys in the face. Mrs. Norris purred as she circled around Filch's legs.

Now, Wooyoung glanced at San and his hand habitually reached up to chew on his fingernail. San's darkness was the worst he'd seen it. His eyes were wide and panicked. Almost empty as if his mind was some other place, some other time. His entire body was still as they waited for Professor Longbottom.

Finally the door creaked open and Professor Longbottom came in, his brown hair disheveled and a long robe thrown hastily over a pair of striped pajamas. Brown leather slippers covered his feet and clutched in his hand was a lantern and his wand.

"Ah, Filch I got your message. Why are we here?" He turned to sit at his desk and glanced between San and Wooyoung. His eyes missed nothing as he took in Wooyoung's still nervousness and San's resigned emptyness.

"I caught these two out of bed."

"Wooyoung is a prefect, are you not? And is allowed out of bed after hours to patrol the halls."

"That's why I brought the other one to you and didn't call his head of house. I told him to go back to his dorm but he wouldn't leave the other one."

It occured to Wooyoung that Filch didn't know their names and only knew that Wooyoung was a prefect from the gleaming badge on his left chest pocket.

"Professor," San spoke up. "I need to see Professor Mcgonagall. It's important."

"So important that it could not wait until morning?" There was a gleam in Professor Longbottom's eyes, as if he was remembering something pleasant. His mouth turned up at the corner as San replied.

"No sir." He said with all seriousness.

Professor Longbottom gave a soft hah sound and said, "Very well, tell me what it is and I will relay your message to the Headmistress."

San glanced nervously behind him at Filch, then over to where Wooyoung sat beside him before he looked back at Professor Longbottom.

Professor Longbottom smiled and turned his attention to where Filch was still leering behind them. "Thank you Filch I believe that will be all. I can handle the students in my house."