The Secret Weapon//BTS hp au

Hello fellow Slytherins

A/N: keep in mind that these professors aren't my characters. I saw cosplayers on tik tok and thought they were cool, so I added them to the story. If y'all want to follow them, I'll put pictures and @ them...lmao

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"All your belongings should already be in your rooms, which you'll also find your robes and ties. Your pets should also be found up there as well, if you bought anything other than an owl." Kris said. "Girls room is on the right, boys on the left. And to not get mixed up, girls knob is silver and boys is green"

He waved us off and I was left standing, looking up and taking in my surroundings.

It seemed to be a dungeon. Looking through the glass there was murky water, hiding mysterious creatures and secrets in the depths of green that could've possibly been running for miles. There was really not much light in the room besides the faint glow of candles littering the room. It was profusely expansive, with a staircase leading up to a second floor, scattered with books separated on book shelves. Matching with everything with the Slytherin house theme, the room was a damp green with a touch of silver furniture. There were couches distributed neatly around the first floor, one to which I've spotted a figure I recognize.

The figure seemed to be resting his eyes as he sat next to the fire place. Not knowing what to do and him being the only person I was comfortable around, o sat on the couch complete opposite of him as I eyed the fire.

The heat from the gases before me were extremely entertaining. The fire flickered left and right and fumed brightly.

Wow, this thing is brighter than my fu-

"Do you have any questions about the common room? Or maybe just the slytherin's in general" I looked back over at Yoongi, taken aback slightly when he was still lying down, the only difference being his eyes open and looking at me.

"Well, yea" I wasn't too sure if he'd answer them, he looked tired and I didn't want to bother.

At the same time, he sat up quickly but comfortably. Crossing one leg over the other, one hand over the couch and the other holding his head up on the couch arm, he looked at me expectantly. "Alright then, shoot"

"What was your first impressions of a slytherin like?" It was time for me to go into interrogation mode.

"I just accepted it. I couldn't see myself in any other house. I was actually pretty happy I was able to make it into such a strong house."

"Ok, are both of your parents wizards or no?"

"Actually, I'm a mud blood-"

I cut him off confused "what's a mudblood?"

"Well first off don't call other people this" he chuckled. "It's a rude word, and second, it means that both of your parents are muggles, so..." he softly chuckled. "Not many people like being a mudblood, I'm kinda proud. It's kinda like being adopted. You're not in the right spot but you know you're now wanted"

I cringed at that. It was a bit cheesy and soft on me. But I understood where he was coming from.

"So, I guess that answers your question" he looked back up at me.

"Oh right! Are all Slytherin's this so called 'evil' and 'terrifying' students I've been told they are. Cause if so I'm in he wrong house"

He grinned at that. "No, actually. It's a stereotype we got a while back. Some of us reach up to that stereotype and most of us break it." He looks at the fire. "In my opinion, I think hufflepuffs are kind of evil. They're pretty badass if you ask me"