Bungo Stray Dogs and Harry Potter Crossover

Fyodor- 8

A/n: Sudden hit of motivation and excitement since my last chapter so I wrote this super early, but hopefully this means more frequent updates

Fyodor was walking down one of the many winding halls, his resting bitch face perfectly intact. Nikolai however, had other ideas.

"DOS-KUNNNN!!!" He whined, clinging to Fyodor. " How must I ever part ways with my beloved??"

Fyodor's face turned bright red at that. He couldn't have meant that. Not in the slightest. He probably misheard him. Yeah, that was the most logical meaning to this.

Nikolai had always had a flare for dramatics, total theater kid. From a young age, he learned to tap dance and play the trumpet. Nikolai had so much energy to the point where he practically bounced off the walls. Even when he slept he was hardly still. Not that Fyodor watched him. No, not at all. Not. At. All.

Fyodor sighed. " It's just for forty two minutes. You'll survive." Fyodor grumbled, heading to his next class where Nikolai, sadly, didn't have with him. 

" No I won't! That's the point!" Nikolai loudly complained, drawing looks and stares from other students. Fyodor walked faster out of embarrassment. It was their last class of the day as well, and Fyodor was on a streak of getting the desk at the back corner of the room every time, and didn't intend on breaking it. Yes, Fyodor was the smartest kid at Durmstrang, but he was no teacher's pet and certainly not social.

Fyodor left a ( cute) Nikolai complaining outside of the classroom as he walked in and took the back corner desk as his own.

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Nikolai was, again, stuffing his face with food at dinner. 

How large can one's stomach be? Fyodor wondered to himself. The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a pair of scissors. Tonight was the night that they were announcing who would be in the Triwizard Tournament. Fyodor had barely eaten anything he was so anxious. His owl had returned after delivering the letter to his father, but carried nothing for him in return. Fyodor had silently fumed for hours.

Nikolai had told some joke while he was lost in is train of thought and the group was laughing, snapping Fyodor back into reality. Another fifteen or so minutes went by until the magical flames lowered on the torches, plunging the room into near complete darkness, save from the neon blue light shining from the Triwizard Cup on display at the head table. The Goblet of Fire itself had it's flames die down. Headmaster Natsume stepped down from the table. It dawned on Fyodor that it was finally time for the champions to be picked. He was on the edge of his seat already. 

Professor  Natsume cleared his throat, vanquishing the remaining chatter. He raised his wand and a single light glowed from it. " It is time for the goblet to select this year's challengers." He said in a steady voice. The room was dead silent, nearly all students hopeful to get chosen. Suddenly, the flames turned blue and shot nearly to the ceiling for a second, drawing a gasp from the students, before a small piece of paper fluttered from the flames and into the Headmaster's hand. He opened the paper and read the name to himself. " The Beaubatons challenger is," He paused for dramatic effect, causing all Beauxbatons students to sit on the edge of their seat, " Chuuya Nakahara." The headmaster finished.

A short (very short) redhead jumped up from the table and screamed in delight, fedora almost flying off his head. His moment of victory faded when once again the flames rose to the ceiling and spit out another piece of paper. The Headmaster looked at it and sighed in an exasperated manner. " The Hogwarts challenger is, Dazai Osamu of Slytherin." The Headmaster did not seem to pleased with this development. The strange bandaged boy stood up, his entire group of associates and friends either groaning or cheering for him. The flames rose to the ceiling once again and Fyodor held his breathe. It had to be him. It must be. If he did not at very least become a challenger, he would be seen as worthless when he returned home. Fyodor closed his eye's when the professor plucked the paper out of the air and unfurled it. The Headmaster took a deep breath and said,

" Of Durmstrang, this year's challenger will be, Fyodor Dostoyevsky." Fyodor's eyes snapped open and he sat numb with shock. Nikolai and Ivan and Alexander were screaming like maniacs. The polite clapping from the other schools faded. Natsume and the other Headmasters gestured for the challengers to make their way to the front of the room. From there, they were taken into a separate room, the door connecting to the Great hall.

Shibusawa pulled him aside a started speaking. " I am very pleased that it was you who was chosen. You have been at the top of your class from the very first day of your first year. The first challenge for the tournament will take place at three p.m. sharp on November fifteenth. Four days after your birthday, correct?" Shibusawa didn't wait for an answer. " You will be expected to be on time, I know that that is not a problem for you. Use your main advantage, your intellect. Search for weaknesses." Shibusawa whispered. Fyodor got the feeling that he wasn't supposed to be told this, so he kept his face remaining neutral and did not speak. " Now go, off to your dorm, you have classes tomorrow.  Dismissed." Shibusawa said and waved him off. 

Fyodor turned sharply on his heal and left the room, the other two challengers inside. Fyodor walked across the yard toward the Durmstrang ship they arrived in. He made his way below deck to his and Nikolai's shared dorm. He opened the door and looked at the chaos inside. Nikolai's side of the room was messy with clothes strewn every which way. Fyodor's side was meticulously organized. The room had dark oak walls and a porthole window in the back, giving a magnificent view of the Black Lake and the glittery mountains in the distance. Both of their beds were on a loft, leaving space under them for their books, desks, and dressers. The bedspread was dark crimson red with white and brown accents, much like their uniforms. 

Nikolai had already changed into his pajama's and, to Fyodor's dismay, already had the creepy clown doll curled in his arms. Fyodor could swear that thing was possessed. It's eyes looked as if they followed you, and it randomly appeared and disappeared throughout the dorm. Nikolai, of course, vehemently denied these accusations.  In their first year, Fyodor had begged Nikolai to hide it because it scared him ( it still does despite being sixteen) and Nikolai had almost cried. Apparently that demonic doll was very sentimental to Nikolai, as he couldn't sleep without it. He got it from his mother ( who was a muggle) before she died and his father took him in. Kolya wouldn't let anybody near his precious doll.

Nikolai was half asleep, full from the massive dinner he had. " G'night Fedya," Nikolai said when Fyodor finished changing. " See ya in the morning." He yawned.

Fyodor looked at his friend, braid undone and platinum white hair cascading around his shoulders. " Good night, Kolya." He said quietly. Nikolai rolled over, clutching his doll and fell asleep in a moment. Fyodor wished he could do that. He suffered from awful insomnia and it took him hours to get a wink of sleep. Fyodor snuggled up under the blankets staring at the ceiling, and there he lay for the rest of the night.

A/n: I headcanon Nikolai has the creepy clown doll in his room 24/7 and Sigma is terrified of it, so Nikolai positions it all around the cassino just to scare him. Comment a ship you want to see more of and I'll write it. Please. I beg you. Comments are my main motivation.