[ F I C ] Dull Aches 07
Title: Dull Aches
Pairing/s: YunJae (probably some HP pairings too but we'll see)
Type: Chaptered
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crossover (TVXQ! and Harry Potter), supernatural stuff, magic, author manipulating the Harry Potter timetable to her whims, magical creatures,... you get it, right? XD Non-Harry Potter fans may not appreciate this.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Supernatural, Action
Summary: Kim Jaejoong was satisfied simply being the muggleborn professor at Hogwarts. What he didn't count though was a secret lineage and, ultimately, being dragged in a ridiculously long and arduous adventure because of it. How he finds the time to help with the War against Lord Voldemort and still manage to fanboy about muggle culture is beyond anyone.
I was bored and didn't feel like doing my homework, so here you go. :)) Dull Aches update!
[ 07 ]
Fear and Regret
“It’s nothing. I just thought I saw something strange.”
The blond boy’s shoulders jerked, and he tried to keep quiet as he hid behind the pillar. He slowly leaned to the side so he could peek without attracting the attention of the Golden Trio walking away from the Hospital Wing. He waited until they were out of sight before sighing in relief and sagging against the pillar.
‘That was close,’ Draco Malfoy thought to himself as he rubbed his face with his palms. He didn’t know anyone else was going to visit tonight, so he was caught off guard when he suddenly saw scarhead in his peripheral. He frowned as he thought about the Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter.
What was he doing here?
He crept out of his hiding place and stood in the center of the hallway, no longer afraid of getting caught. Draco sent a suspicious glance at the spot where he last saw the trio and raised his brows at it. He shook his head and waved a dismissive hand (his uninjured one), thinking it best to just leave that thought for another day.
He had someone to visit in the Hospital Wing, after all.
The Slytherin student walked steadily towards the entrance of the Hospital Wing as he cradled his bandaged arm. He stood in front of the opened doors, leaning and looking for an occupied cot. He saw one being occupied by what seems to be a man, and he knew he found the right one.
He was about to enter when he felt someone pinch his ear, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain.
“Mr. Malfoy,” The school matron intoned warningly, levelling him with the scariest, sternest stare she could muster. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Unless you want something for that injured arm of yours, I will not allow any visits at this hour-“
“But Madam Pomfrey, please!” The blond begged, and the desperation and urgency in his tone caused the nurse to let go of him in surprise. His light grey eyes met her blue ones. “Please, just let me see him. I don’t want to disturb him, I just-“ He briefly turned his head to where the cot was looking back.
“Please,” He pleaded quietly, though the volume of his plea easily reached her ears. “Just let me see him.”
Madam Pomfrey didn’t know what to do at first. The Draco Malfoy standing in front of her was at least ten times different from the one who had been escorted to the Hospital Wing yesterday, moaning and griping about his “injury.” This one almost looked human in her eyes, and though she was ashamed to think so negatively about a student, she thought for a moment that he was an imposter.
Eventually, she just nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Very well, since you’re so adamant about it. And after all, you’re his...” She paused, then she clucked her tongue and waved her hand at him. “Just make sure not to wake him, you understand? And don’t forget we’re not ruling you out in being the one responsible for this! What you did to him yesterday was-“
“I would never!” Draco hissed, suddenly enraged. Now this was the Draco Malfoy she knew. “I would never do that! Especially since now I know that-“
“Well you didn’t exactly know that when it happened, did you? But never mind,” She waved her hand again and started walking away. “I have potions to sort and other patients to mind. You stay quiet, you hear me? Or I’m sending you out.”
The Malfoy heir muttered something under his breath as he watched her leave. The nerve of that woman! Responsible for this, indeed. Draco would never!
He let out a sigh and decided to leave it alone. Leave it alone. He turned and started walking towards the cot where a sleeping Professor Kim lay, mumbling to himself while he slumbered in peace.
“Ngh, appa-noona-deul are...” The dark-haired professor made a face as he turned the other way. He let out a sigh and whispered, “-putting me in a dress again...”
Draco blinked. Was the man talking in his sleep or making random noises?
He watched as the man’s chest rose and fell in an almost hypnotic rhythm. His eyes went up to his face, and he observed the man’s features. Strong, high cheek bones, light skin, slender brows and nose-
The boy slowly sat down on a stool beside the hospital bed, overwhelmed and suddenly tired.
How-How could his parents have hidden this from him?
Draco let out a long, ragged breath as he bent over and rested his head on the mattress. He slightly shook as he clutched onto the sheets, mumbling, muttering. Heaving.
It was so heartbreakingly tragic that Madam Pomfrey didn’t send him out as he broke down, opting to cast a Silencio around him instead.
Jung Yunho woke up at exactly 5:30 in the morning on Thursday.
He groaned slightly, feeling groggy as cast the Tempus charm to tell him the time. For a moment he pondered on sleeping again, but he realized that he had an early morning class again today, so he slowly sat up and conjured a glass of water for him to drink.
After consuming the glass’s contents, he stood up and muttered an Accio robe. He grabbed the garment when it slung towards him, and he slowly put it on as he started his morning routine. At 5:30 in the bloody morning.
Merlin, who actively chose to be awake at this godforsaken hour was beyond him.
After dressing into his robes and fixing his hair, Professor Yunho Jung was prepared for another mundane day of teaching the ungrateful students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He sighed at his reflection, taking note of the subtle tired lines on his face. That was all due to the fact that he had trouble sleeping well last night.
And how could he, when that drama happened?
His mood became relatively more sour at the reminder of last night’s events, and he moodily closed the door behind him as he went towards the Great Hall. Perhaps he could have breakfast before any of the staff was awake. But that meant the kitchens, didn’t it? He sighed when he made a right turn, belatedly deciding to just eat at the kitchens. Then the house elves would be able to give him something he actually wanted to eat.
‘And this is why I should have brought Missha with me.’ He thought, referring to his personal house elf at home. Perhaps he should call his mother tonight and ask her if she could send her over? He’d have to talk to Dumbledore about it but he supposed it was possible. After all, Junsu and Changmin had their house elves with them. And even Jaejoong had one or two, if he recalled correctly-
He stopped in his tracks when his brain registered the sound of that name for the first time that day.
Jaejoong.
He clenched his fists.
He was the cause of his ire, and yet his source of joy at the same time. He was his muse and inspiration, as well as his vice and obsession. Kim Jaejoong was the apple of his eyes, and he had been for as long as he could remember.
And yet-
He stood in front of the entrance of the kitchens, which was a painting of a bowl of fruit. He tickled the pear, making it laugh and squirm in a whimsical, silly manner. If Yunho had the mentality of one who appreciates such things, he would have smiled or something similar. But he merely sighed, wondering just who the heck made entering the kitchens so taxing for the mature intellectual.
When the pear transformed into a door knob (finally), he turned it and entered the already-busy kitchens. There were house elves left and right, busying themselves with whatever task they personally assigned themselves. A really small one almost bumped into his shins, and it apologized profusely before running to wherever it was supposed to go. Yunho just stared after it for a moment.
“Ah, Professor Jung, sir!”
The brunet turned and looked down at a familiar-looking house elf and nodded at it. “Hello.”
The lime green-eyed elf beamed up at him. “What is Professor Jung be doing here in the kitchens so early in the morning?”
Yunho suppressed a sigh. It really was strange how house elves could be so cheery and gleeful all the time, especially when they’re doing manual labor. He would never understand it. “Actually, I’m here to ask for something to eat. I don’t feel like eating in the Great Hall, and-“
“Ahh, we be filling up Professor Jung’s stomach, yes we will!” The elf chirped. “What will professor be wanting to eat? Bacon and eggs? Toast and sausages? Ham? All of the above-”
“Erm,” Caught off guard, Yunho coughed and paused before replying. “I’d like something different, if you don’t mind. I don’t suppose any of you know how to cook any Asian meals?”
The kitchens suddenly became silent, making Yunho realize just how noisy it was until then. Every elf seemed to look at him, perplexed, before all of them started nodding and exclaiming their affirmatives.
“Oh, yes, we be knowing different recipes from all parts of the world, Professor Jung!” The elf in front of him bounced, snapping its fingers to conjure a cook book of sorts. He flipped the page and showed Yunho a picture of what seemed to be congee, of all things. “We were given several cook books a few years ago, sir, and now we be knowing how to cooking all kinds of Asians foods!”
“That’s-That’s terrific.” Yunho said blandly, feeling awkward. He cleared his throat and asked, “I’m assuming you know how to make bento-“
“Yes, we be knowing bento, sir! Would you like anything special in it?”
“Well...”
Yunho described the kind of bento he felt like eating, and when the elf dashed away with his order he suddenly realized that what he wanted probably wasn’t what people typically ate in the morning, even in Japan. He shrugged and decided to leave it alone when his bento came-“Oh, you even have the correct container for it. I’m impressed.”-and turned to exit the kitchens. A thought came to him and he paused before looking back at the elf.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
The elf seemed surprised for a moment before bowing. “Dobby, sir.”
“Well, Dobby,” Yunho began. “Thank you for the bento. I’m sure it’s delicious.” He smiled a bit before exiting the kitchens, leaving a wide-eyed Dobby to stare after him.
The elf’s eyes started welling up with tears and he began to sob.
“Professor Jung is such a kind wizard!”
It really was delicious. Yunho was impressed. He wiped his mouth with a napkin he conjured, and with two flicks of his wand and a mumbled spell his napkin vanished, and the bento box was sent back to the kitchens. If he knew that customized meals were possible at Hogwarts, he would have requested for all sorts of things years ago when he was still a student.
The reminder of his student days made him smile a bit, and he let himself drown in nostalgia. He remembered the first time he saw Hogwarts-oh, how a tiny dweeb he must have been. The Great Hall had been a sight for sore eyes, and the library-oh, the library. The only downside to it was not being able to get into the Restricted Section. He remembered meeting his friends for the first time. He met Changmin in his third year (the tall lanky man was but a small lanky boy then), and officially met Yoochun and Junsu in his second. And Jaejoong-
He swallowed, and then he let out a wistful sigh. Jaejoong.
He met him in his first year, if he remembered correctly.
The Ancient Runes professor smiled at the memory of seeing Kim Jaejoong for the first time. Hearing his voice and his strange laugh for the first time, seeing his face and skill in duelling. He was also very good in Potions, making him a favorite of old grumpy Severus Snape back then. Yunho snorted. Well, even if Jaejoong sucked at Potions, he would have been a favorite of Snape regardless.
He sagged against the tree trunk he was sitting against as he thought about those seven years-well, five years he had with Jaejoong in Hogwarts. Or what he could have had, if only-
If only.
Yunho sighed and cradled his head in his hands as he despaired over the one thing that held him back from starting a courtship with his long-time crush.
Kim Jaejoong was muggleborn.
And no one was sadder about it than Jung Yunho.
People called him and his family blood purists, and they were right to say so. The Jungs have been extremely strict about blood purity since the day they first cultivated their own magic, which was more or less a thousand years ago. When his ancestors migrated to Europe because of the strong magic signature present in the area, they swore to always remain pure and loyal to magic. His ancestors passed down that belief until it reached his father, and after that, his parents passed it on to him. And he agreed with that belief.
But because of it he despaired, because it was that very belief that kept him from being with Jaejoong-the person who was so kind and strong that he’d be a fool to not notice him. He had despaired since his fourth year when he first realized how much the dark-haired beau meant to him. When Jaejoong suddenly transferred in their sixth year, Yunho was so crushed that he had to take up Quidditch to get over him. Yunho spent the next few years trying to move on.
But Jaejoong came back as part of the teaching staff in 1990, and all that hard work went to waste. And that made him so angry.
How could one-one person manage to make him, Yunho of the esteemed Jungs, crumble and show such weakness? It infuriated him to no end, which was mostly the reason why he was so cold towards Jaejoong most of the time. But it pained him so much whenever he did it.
He just couldn’t understand!
‘Damn you, Kim Jaejoong!’ He cursed in his head, closing his eyes shut. ‘Damn you!’
A part of him wanted to erase Kim Jaejoong from his mind forever. He wanted him gone, non-existent. He just-he just wanted peace, not despair from harboring feelings for an unworthy muggleborn cretin like Kim Jaejoong!
However-
“Stupid students.” Jung Yunho cursed under his breath as he walked out of the classroom, very disappointed and very irate. He glanced at the rolls of quiz parchments in his arms and scowled. Why was it so difficult to inculcate studiousness in these students? The Gryffindors, especially! The only student worth mentioning in his third year Slytherin and Gryffindor class was Hermione Granger. She was a Ravenclaw in Gryffindor’s robes, that one. He briefly wondered how that had happened.
It reminded him of a certain someone who was also inappropriately placed in his house all those years ago.
The thought of said someone made him stop in his tracks, and he let out an irritated, tired sigh. His gaze went to the hallway that would lead him to Professor Kim Jaejoong’s rooms. Uncharacteristic impulsiveness forced his feet to turn in that direction, and pretty soon he found himself standing in front of Kim Jaejoong’s office.
He sighed and mumbled a levitation spell to relieve him of the quiz parchments in his arms. He rubbed a hand down his face as he wondered what the bloody hell he was even doing here.
Remus’ face flashed in his head, and he lightly growled at the memory.
Yunho’s hand clenched, and he lightly rapped on the Jaejoong’s door. He narrowed his eyes when he heard strange, muffled noises from the other side. Wasn’t Kim Jaejoong in there? He-
“Wh-Who is it?”
Ah. He was. But he sounded... strange.
“Ja-“ Yunho shook his head and cleared his throat. “Professor Kim?”
“...Y-Yunho-ssi?” The husky voice he knew well was muffled behind the door, but he could tell that the man was distressed. Why? “W-What is it?”
The Ancient Runes professor was about to reply, but then he realized he had no real answer to Jaejoong’s question. What was it, indeed? Why was he even here? He had no real purpose to visiting the Muggle Studies professor unlike a few nights ago when the Potter boy approached him. What would he say? Would it even matter to the eccentric man?
“I, err-“ He began, and he cursed himself for hesitating. He coughed before deciding to just wing it. “I just wanted... to ask something. Is this a bad time?”
Yunho stood in front of the door, waiting for Kim Jaejoong to give him an answer. The more he waited, the more he felt something was horribly wrong. But before he could say something, he saw the door move and heard a rather loud thump. He stared at the door wide-eyed.
What happened?!
“J-Jaejoong-ssi?” He called out, and he frantically knocked on the door to get the man’s attention. When that didn’t work, he tried turning the doorknob but it wouldn’t budge. He resorted to loudly knocking on the door again. “Jaejoong-ssi, are you all right?! What happened?”
The door moved again, but this time he heard Jaejoong’s voice instead of silence.
“Stop it. Stop asking questions.”
He was instantly filled with dread. That-That voice. What happened to Jaejoong’s voice? It sounded... wrong. Very wrong. What was going on?
“Wh-What?” He tried the door knob again and banged the door once. “Jaejoong-ssi, if you’re hurt let me-“
“No! Stop! I’m tired-I’m really tired! Please, for once in your life, leave me alone!”
The desperation. The hurt. It felt so wrong and out of place, and Yunho didn’t like the fact that it came out of Kim Jaejoong’s mouth. Something in him lit up, and all he could think about was getting to the other side and keeping Jaejoong safe.
Keep Jaejoong safe.
Keep him safe.
Keep. Him. Safe.
Yunho pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door.
“Jaejoong-ssi, I’m sorry but I’m coming in-“
“LEAVE!”
A blinding, white light shone through the corners of the door, but that wasn’t what made Yunho hesitate. Something very powerful pushed him back, and something in his chest bubbled and ached. He placed a hand on his chest, feeling a brief heat wash over his fingers before it suddenly vanished. But before he could inspect himself further, he heard a blood-curdling scream from Jaejoong’s office and an ominous thud sound.
Yunho swore his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.
“JAEJOONG!” He screamed, banging the door. He pointed his wand at the doorknob and yelled, “BOMBARDA MINIMA!”
A small explosion that was focused merely on the door knob loosened the grip of the lock and he pushed the door away. He went rigid when he saw Jaejoong on the floor, motionless.
Something within Yunho snapped.
“JAEJOONG!” He went to Jaejoong’s side and knelt beside him, inspecting him for any injuries. When he found none, he carefully brought Jaejoong to his lap and brushed away dark bangs that covered the man’s dulling light blue eyes. He watched them fluttering shut, and at the same time trying to focus on him.
“JAEJOONG, WHAT HAPPENED?” He screamed. He ran a hand through the man’s hair. “JAEJOONG! JAEJOONG!!”
The man seemed to look at him, and he appeared confused at first. But all of a sudden, he saw Jaejoong’s lips moving, as if he was trying to smile. Then, much to Yunho’s horror, the man went completely still and shut his eyes.
Yunho screamed his name with a voice he hadn’t used in years.
He shook the memory away and used the stone pillars as support. His whole body shook as he recalled the memory of Jaejoong’s unconscious face-something, Yunho realized, he never wanted to see ever again. And it made his eyes open to a truth that he had been desperately trying to ignore.
Jaejoong being gone was something he never ever wanted to happen, no matter how much he pretended so. Because, despite being muggleborn-being part of the sect of people his family chose to tolerate but never associate with, Kim Jaejoong meant a lot to him.
Because he loved him. So, so much.
“I think I’m starting to have a-ahh-aahh-achoo!” Jaejoong covered his nose in time before the disgusting snot went flying who knows where. He sniffled and made a noise at the back of his throat before continuing, “A cold.”
The school matron went to his side and scanned him with her wand. She finished and shook her head. “I can’t detect any viruses in your system, Professor Kim. It may simply be allergies, or a side-effect of what happened to you a few days ago.”
“Mmyeah.” The professor acknowledged while rubbing the napkin against his nose. He willed the soiled napkin away with his magic and looked up at Madam Pomfrey with big, teary eyes. “When can I get out of this horrible place, Poppy?”
The nurse looked affronted at first-whether by him calling the Hospital Wing horrible or by simply referring to her by her first name, he didn’t know-but moments later, she clucked her tongue and wagged her finger at him.
“You won’t be let out of this horrible place until you’ve become a hundred percent better, Professor Kim!” She reprimanded in a way that made Jaejoong think she thought him stupid to even ask. “Professor Dumbledore said you had a few days off, and those days will be spent recuperating in my supervision.”
He pouted at her. “Aww, but Poppy-“
“No buts! Really, you’d think professors would know how to follow orders, seeing as they hand them out a lot to students!” She ranted at him, and without much of a glance went over to check on another patient in the Hospital Wing.
Jaejoong watched her go with sad, disappointed eyes and sighed. He pouted again and crossed his arms on his chest.
What was he going to do now? Teaching classes, preparing for said classes and doing his rounds were the things he was used to doing around this time. He pulled out the enchanted beeper from his robes and checked the date. It was a Thursday. He groaned when he realized he had planned something wonderful with the fourth years this morning. He was supposed to teach them a muggle dance. But with this annoying confinement, he had no choice but to postpone that to next Thursday.
‘But that means I have to push the lecture on rising muggle star Madonna to next meeting! And the one about Metal music to the next after that!!’ He panicked in his mind, and he gripped his hairs and pulled them down. Jaejoong whined as he slowly sagged in his cot until he was lying down again.
His entire lecture was ruined. How was he going to teach his precious students the wonders of muggle culture now?
“Well, knowing you, you’d find some way to get right back on track!”
A new voice pulled him out of his thoughts, making him gaze at the ceiling in confusion. When he recognized the voice, he sat up and beamed at his colleague.
“Remus!” He chirped, waving the man as he sat beside his cot. “Good to see you! How are you?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” The man chuckled, though there was worry in his voice. He looked at him and sighed. “Are you quite all right, friend? I visited you once before but you were asleep, so I never got to ask, obviously.”
“It would be strange of you to ask an unconscious man a question. Indeed, it would.” Jaejoong nodded sagely while closing his eyes, missing the way Remus blinked at him in confusion. “But I’m glad you took the time to visit, even if I wouldn’t be able to talk. I appreciate it very much.”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure! I would have visited yesterday but I had classes. And if you recall me telling you, I only have Thursday afternoons off.” Remus smiled. “I’m glad I was able to visit. You had me worried there, friend. All of us were worried about you. Even the scary bat Snape.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Severus isn’t that bad, Remus. He’s actually very nice once you get to know him.”
Remus stared at him as if he were crazy. “Severus Snape, nice? Are we talking about the same person or are you just raving mad?”
“Oh, bugger off, you!” Jaejoong chastised, but he was smiling. “It’s nice to chat with someone for a change. Poppy’s nice but she makes me feel like such a child.”
“Ah, I would have to agree with you. Madam Pomfrey used to always make me feel like one too, even in my later years.”
That made the dark-haired man tilt his head in curiosity. “Really? You were at the Hospital Wing frequently in your years at Hogwarts, then?”
Something in Remus eyes made Jaejoong wish he hadn’t asked anything, because almost immediately the man closed off. It was quiet for a while, mostly because Jaejoong didn’t know what to say to alleviate the suddenly tense atmosphere.
“Hey, Remus, friend.” Jaejoong began, making the DADA professor look at him. He sighed. “Sorry if I brought up really bad memories. I mean, I was just-“
Suddenly Remus snorted, and he waved a dismissive hand at him. “That’s fine, Jaejoong. I was just-I just remembered something, is all. And it was foolish of me, really, since you already know anyway. You would have to.”
That made Jaejoong blink in confusion. “What-“
“Oh, by the way. Tomorrow’s a Friday. My class with the third year Gryffindors and Slytherins!” Remus changed the subject, though for what reason Jaejoong wasn’t sure. “And you did promise you’d be there to observe, didn’t you?”
At the mention of the third year Gryffindors and Slytherins, Jaejoong was automatically reminded of the class that happened prior to his strange accident. And of the student that made the class difficult for him to continue. Blond hair and grey eyes flashed in his mind, and it hurt to remember him to be the cause of his pain. And it was sad because Draco Malfoy was his-
He bit his lip and turned away, unsure of what to say to the DADA professor. “I-“
“You don’t have to do anything, Jaejoong. Just observe, and maybe it can get you loosen up. I have something fun planned with the boggart.”
Oh, Jaejoong did enjoy making boggarts feel ridiculous but that class was just... “I don’t know, Remus. I mean, I may not be allowed out of the Hospital Wing tomorrow. Poppy said I needed to recuperate.”
The smile on the man’s face shortened considerably. Then he pondered. “Yes, that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?”
Jaejoong felt relief. Even though he was curious how that class would turn out, he wasn’t ready to face the third years yet. Especially not the third year Slytherins. He nodded in mock lamentation and sighed.
“Tragic, Remus, but it is what it is.” Jaejoong consoled his disappointed friend. “Perhaps next week, we can-“
“Perhaps I can ask Dumbledore if you can be allowed to observe? After all, you wouldn’t be doing anything taxing so it would probably be all right. Oh, I know!” The moustached man suddenly stood up and declared, “I’m going to ask Madam Pomfrey. She’ll probably let you off the hook tomorrow anyway, so it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”
Jaejoong gulped and laughed nervously. “B-But Remus, Poppy would probably be angry with you if you suggest-“
“Bahh, she doesn’t scare me, Jaejoong. I’ve had more visits to the Hospital Wing than you ever will have in your lifetime, I bet. I’ve got this.” He reassured. Then, after giving Jaejoong a thumbs-up, he turned and started looking for the school matron.
Jaejoong watched helplessly as Remus Lupin approached Poppy Pomfrey and asked his favor. The Muggle Studies professor sagged against the headboard until he was lying on the cot. Again. But this time, it came with a queasy, nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Oh, what was going to happen to him this time?
I'm starting to get the hang of the new plotline of Dull Aches now. :)) I decided to update this because I honestly wasn't in the mood for anything else OTL even my homework. HAHAHAHAHAHAhahahuhuhu :(((( Here we go again.
Anyways, poor Yunho with his mixed feelings! :(( But hopefully he'll find the strength to confess despite his beliefs. Don't be too hard on him, guys; blood purity is bad but it's really difficult to stop believing it when it's all you've ever known. Be nice XD
Next Up: Most probably a cute YunJae-ish interlude before the next actual chapter where there will be boggarts and revelations! Fun!!
Notes:
Silencio: Casts a wall or barrier to silence a particular area or person.
Tempus Charm: It's not an official spell, but most fans believe it to be part of the incantation to tell the time. So I'm using that too, heh, heh.
Accio: An incantation used to summon an object to the caster.
Bombarda Minima: Again, not an official spell. All the "official" spells are Bombarda and Bombarda Maxima, which are both explosive spells, with one being larger and enough to destroy walls (as demonstrated by Dolores Umbridge in the fifth movie, HP: OtP). Bombarda should have been small enough, but if you remember Hermione using it in the HP: PoA movie, it was still quite large and I didn't think Yunho would choose to use such a spell if he's worried about Jaejoong being hurt. So, I created a much smaller scale explosive spell. XD Lol don't mind me.
P.S. Just so you guys know I made my Twitter account private again. If you'd like to follow me, just follow @yamiraispotato :D
Pairing/s: YunJae (probably some HP pairings too but we'll see)
Type: Chaptered
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crossover (TVXQ! and Harry Potter), supernatural stuff, magic, author manipulating the Harry Potter timetable to her whims, magical creatures,... you get it, right? XD Non-Harry Potter fans may not appreciate this.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Supernatural, Action
Summary: Kim Jaejoong was satisfied simply being the muggleborn professor at Hogwarts. What he didn't count though was a secret lineage and, ultimately, being dragged in a ridiculously long and arduous adventure because of it. How he finds the time to help with the War against Lord Voldemort and still manage to fanboy about muggle culture is beyond anyone.
I was bored and didn't feel like doing my homework, so here you go. :)) Dull Aches update!
[ 07 ]
Fear and Regret
“It’s nothing. I just thought I saw something strange.”
The blond boy’s shoulders jerked, and he tried to keep quiet as he hid behind the pillar. He slowly leaned to the side so he could peek without attracting the attention of the Golden Trio walking away from the Hospital Wing. He waited until they were out of sight before sighing in relief and sagging against the pillar.
‘That was close,’ Draco Malfoy thought to himself as he rubbed his face with his palms. He didn’t know anyone else was going to visit tonight, so he was caught off guard when he suddenly saw scarhead in his peripheral. He frowned as he thought about the Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter.
What was he doing here?
He crept out of his hiding place and stood in the center of the hallway, no longer afraid of getting caught. Draco sent a suspicious glance at the spot where he last saw the trio and raised his brows at it. He shook his head and waved a dismissive hand (his uninjured one), thinking it best to just leave that thought for another day.
He had someone to visit in the Hospital Wing, after all.
The Slytherin student walked steadily towards the entrance of the Hospital Wing as he cradled his bandaged arm. He stood in front of the opened doors, leaning and looking for an occupied cot. He saw one being occupied by what seems to be a man, and he knew he found the right one.
He was about to enter when he felt someone pinch his ear, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain.
“Mr. Malfoy,” The school matron intoned warningly, levelling him with the scariest, sternest stare she could muster. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Unless you want something for that injured arm of yours, I will not allow any visits at this hour-“
“But Madam Pomfrey, please!” The blond begged, and the desperation and urgency in his tone caused the nurse to let go of him in surprise. His light grey eyes met her blue ones. “Please, just let me see him. I don’t want to disturb him, I just-“ He briefly turned his head to where the cot was looking back.
“Please,” He pleaded quietly, though the volume of his plea easily reached her ears. “Just let me see him.”
Madam Pomfrey didn’t know what to do at first. The Draco Malfoy standing in front of her was at least ten times different from the one who had been escorted to the Hospital Wing yesterday, moaning and griping about his “injury.” This one almost looked human in her eyes, and though she was ashamed to think so negatively about a student, she thought for a moment that he was an imposter.
Eventually, she just nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Very well, since you’re so adamant about it. And after all, you’re his...” She paused, then she clucked her tongue and waved her hand at him. “Just make sure not to wake him, you understand? And don’t forget we’re not ruling you out in being the one responsible for this! What you did to him yesterday was-“
“I would never!” Draco hissed, suddenly enraged. Now this was the Draco Malfoy she knew. “I would never do that! Especially since now I know that-“
“Well you didn’t exactly know that when it happened, did you? But never mind,” She waved her hand again and started walking away. “I have potions to sort and other patients to mind. You stay quiet, you hear me? Or I’m sending you out.”
The Malfoy heir muttered something under his breath as he watched her leave. The nerve of that woman! Responsible for this, indeed. Draco would never!
He let out a sigh and decided to leave it alone. Leave it alone. He turned and started walking towards the cot where a sleeping Professor Kim lay, mumbling to himself while he slumbered in peace.
“Ngh, appa-noona-deul are...” The dark-haired professor made a face as he turned the other way. He let out a sigh and whispered, “-putting me in a dress again...”
Draco blinked. Was the man talking in his sleep or making random noises?
He watched as the man’s chest rose and fell in an almost hypnotic rhythm. His eyes went up to his face, and he observed the man’s features. Strong, high cheek bones, light skin, slender brows and nose-
The boy slowly sat down on a stool beside the hospital bed, overwhelmed and suddenly tired.
How-How could his parents have hidden this from him?
Draco let out a long, ragged breath as he bent over and rested his head on the mattress. He slightly shook as he clutched onto the sheets, mumbling, muttering. Heaving.
It was so heartbreakingly tragic that Madam Pomfrey didn’t send him out as he broke down, opting to cast a Silencio around him instead.
Jung Yunho woke up at exactly 5:30 in the morning on Thursday.
He groaned slightly, feeling groggy as cast the Tempus charm to tell him the time. For a moment he pondered on sleeping again, but he realized that he had an early morning class again today, so he slowly sat up and conjured a glass of water for him to drink.
After consuming the glass’s contents, he stood up and muttered an Accio robe. He grabbed the garment when it slung towards him, and he slowly put it on as he started his morning routine. At 5:30 in the bloody morning.
Merlin, who actively chose to be awake at this godforsaken hour was beyond him.
After dressing into his robes and fixing his hair, Professor Yunho Jung was prepared for another mundane day of teaching the ungrateful students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He sighed at his reflection, taking note of the subtle tired lines on his face. That was all due to the fact that he had trouble sleeping well last night.
And how could he, when that drama happened?
His mood became relatively more sour at the reminder of last night’s events, and he moodily closed the door behind him as he went towards the Great Hall. Perhaps he could have breakfast before any of the staff was awake. But that meant the kitchens, didn’t it? He sighed when he made a right turn, belatedly deciding to just eat at the kitchens. Then the house elves would be able to give him something he actually wanted to eat.
‘And this is why I should have brought Missha with me.’ He thought, referring to his personal house elf at home. Perhaps he should call his mother tonight and ask her if she could send her over? He’d have to talk to Dumbledore about it but he supposed it was possible. After all, Junsu and Changmin had their house elves with them. And even Jaejoong had one or two, if he recalled correctly-
He stopped in his tracks when his brain registered the sound of that name for the first time that day.
Jaejoong.
He clenched his fists.
He was the cause of his ire, and yet his source of joy at the same time. He was his muse and inspiration, as well as his vice and obsession. Kim Jaejoong was the apple of his eyes, and he had been for as long as he could remember.
And yet-
He stood in front of the entrance of the kitchens, which was a painting of a bowl of fruit. He tickled the pear, making it laugh and squirm in a whimsical, silly manner. If Yunho had the mentality of one who appreciates such things, he would have smiled or something similar. But he merely sighed, wondering just who the heck made entering the kitchens so taxing for the mature intellectual.
When the pear transformed into a door knob (finally), he turned it and entered the already-busy kitchens. There were house elves left and right, busying themselves with whatever task they personally assigned themselves. A really small one almost bumped into his shins, and it apologized profusely before running to wherever it was supposed to go. Yunho just stared after it for a moment.
“Ah, Professor Jung, sir!”
The brunet turned and looked down at a familiar-looking house elf and nodded at it. “Hello.”
The lime green-eyed elf beamed up at him. “What is Professor Jung be doing here in the kitchens so early in the morning?”
Yunho suppressed a sigh. It really was strange how house elves could be so cheery and gleeful all the time, especially when they’re doing manual labor. He would never understand it. “Actually, I’m here to ask for something to eat. I don’t feel like eating in the Great Hall, and-“
“Ahh, we be filling up Professor Jung’s stomach, yes we will!” The elf chirped. “What will professor be wanting to eat? Bacon and eggs? Toast and sausages? Ham? All of the above-”
“Erm,” Caught off guard, Yunho coughed and paused before replying. “I’d like something different, if you don’t mind. I don’t suppose any of you know how to cook any Asian meals?”
The kitchens suddenly became silent, making Yunho realize just how noisy it was until then. Every elf seemed to look at him, perplexed, before all of them started nodding and exclaiming their affirmatives.
“Oh, yes, we be knowing different recipes from all parts of the world, Professor Jung!” The elf in front of him bounced, snapping its fingers to conjure a cook book of sorts. He flipped the page and showed Yunho a picture of what seemed to be congee, of all things. “We were given several cook books a few years ago, sir, and now we be knowing how to cooking all kinds of Asians foods!”
“That’s-That’s terrific.” Yunho said blandly, feeling awkward. He cleared his throat and asked, “I’m assuming you know how to make bento-“
“Yes, we be knowing bento, sir! Would you like anything special in it?”
“Well...”
Yunho described the kind of bento he felt like eating, and when the elf dashed away with his order he suddenly realized that what he wanted probably wasn’t what people typically ate in the morning, even in Japan. He shrugged and decided to leave it alone when his bento came-“Oh, you even have the correct container for it. I’m impressed.”-and turned to exit the kitchens. A thought came to him and he paused before looking back at the elf.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
The elf seemed surprised for a moment before bowing. “Dobby, sir.”
“Well, Dobby,” Yunho began. “Thank you for the bento. I’m sure it’s delicious.” He smiled a bit before exiting the kitchens, leaving a wide-eyed Dobby to stare after him.
The elf’s eyes started welling up with tears and he began to sob.
“Professor Jung is such a kind wizard!”
It really was delicious. Yunho was impressed. He wiped his mouth with a napkin he conjured, and with two flicks of his wand and a mumbled spell his napkin vanished, and the bento box was sent back to the kitchens. If he knew that customized meals were possible at Hogwarts, he would have requested for all sorts of things years ago when he was still a student.
The reminder of his student days made him smile a bit, and he let himself drown in nostalgia. He remembered the first time he saw Hogwarts-oh, how a tiny dweeb he must have been. The Great Hall had been a sight for sore eyes, and the library-oh, the library. The only downside to it was not being able to get into the Restricted Section. He remembered meeting his friends for the first time. He met Changmin in his third year (the tall lanky man was but a small lanky boy then), and officially met Yoochun and Junsu in his second. And Jaejoong-
He swallowed, and then he let out a wistful sigh. Jaejoong.
He met him in his first year, if he remembered correctly.
The Ancient Runes professor smiled at the memory of seeing Kim Jaejoong for the first time. Hearing his voice and his strange laugh for the first time, seeing his face and skill in duelling. He was also very good in Potions, making him a favorite of old grumpy Severus Snape back then. Yunho snorted. Well, even if Jaejoong sucked at Potions, he would have been a favorite of Snape regardless.
He sagged against the tree trunk he was sitting against as he thought about those seven years-well, five years he had with Jaejoong in Hogwarts. Or what he could have had, if only-
If only.
Yunho sighed and cradled his head in his hands as he despaired over the one thing that held him back from starting a courtship with his long-time crush.
Kim Jaejoong was muggleborn.
And no one was sadder about it than Jung Yunho.
People called him and his family blood purists, and they were right to say so. The Jungs have been extremely strict about blood purity since the day they first cultivated their own magic, which was more or less a thousand years ago. When his ancestors migrated to Europe because of the strong magic signature present in the area, they swore to always remain pure and loyal to magic. His ancestors passed down that belief until it reached his father, and after that, his parents passed it on to him. And he agreed with that belief.
But because of it he despaired, because it was that very belief that kept him from being with Jaejoong-the person who was so kind and strong that he’d be a fool to not notice him. He had despaired since his fourth year when he first realized how much the dark-haired beau meant to him. When Jaejoong suddenly transferred in their sixth year, Yunho was so crushed that he had to take up Quidditch to get over him. Yunho spent the next few years trying to move on.
But Jaejoong came back as part of the teaching staff in 1990, and all that hard work went to waste. And that made him so angry.
How could one-one person manage to make him, Yunho of the esteemed Jungs, crumble and show such weakness? It infuriated him to no end, which was mostly the reason why he was so cold towards Jaejoong most of the time. But it pained him so much whenever he did it.
He just couldn’t understand!
‘Damn you, Kim Jaejoong!’ He cursed in his head, closing his eyes shut. ‘Damn you!’
A part of him wanted to erase Kim Jaejoong from his mind forever. He wanted him gone, non-existent. He just-he just wanted peace, not despair from harboring feelings for an unworthy muggleborn cretin like Kim Jaejoong!
However-
“Stupid students.” Jung Yunho cursed under his breath as he walked out of the classroom, very disappointed and very irate. He glanced at the rolls of quiz parchments in his arms and scowled. Why was it so difficult to inculcate studiousness in these students? The Gryffindors, especially! The only student worth mentioning in his third year Slytherin and Gryffindor class was Hermione Granger. She was a Ravenclaw in Gryffindor’s robes, that one. He briefly wondered how that had happened.
It reminded him of a certain someone who was also inappropriately placed in his house all those years ago.
The thought of said someone made him stop in his tracks, and he let out an irritated, tired sigh. His gaze went to the hallway that would lead him to Professor Kim Jaejoong’s rooms. Uncharacteristic impulsiveness forced his feet to turn in that direction, and pretty soon he found himself standing in front of Kim Jaejoong’s office.
He sighed and mumbled a levitation spell to relieve him of the quiz parchments in his arms. He rubbed a hand down his face as he wondered what the bloody hell he was even doing here.
Remus’ face flashed in his head, and he lightly growled at the memory.
Yunho’s hand clenched, and he lightly rapped on the Jaejoong’s door. He narrowed his eyes when he heard strange, muffled noises from the other side. Wasn’t Kim Jaejoong in there? He-
“Wh-Who is it?”
Ah. He was. But he sounded... strange.
“Ja-“ Yunho shook his head and cleared his throat. “Professor Kim?”
“...Y-Yunho-ssi?” The husky voice he knew well was muffled behind the door, but he could tell that the man was distressed. Why? “W-What is it?”
The Ancient Runes professor was about to reply, but then he realized he had no real answer to Jaejoong’s question. What was it, indeed? Why was he even here? He had no real purpose to visiting the Muggle Studies professor unlike a few nights ago when the Potter boy approached him. What would he say? Would it even matter to the eccentric man?
“I, err-“ He began, and he cursed himself for hesitating. He coughed before deciding to just wing it. “I just wanted... to ask something. Is this a bad time?”
Yunho stood in front of the door, waiting for Kim Jaejoong to give him an answer. The more he waited, the more he felt something was horribly wrong. But before he could say something, he saw the door move and heard a rather loud thump. He stared at the door wide-eyed.
What happened?!
“J-Jaejoong-ssi?” He called out, and he frantically knocked on the door to get the man’s attention. When that didn’t work, he tried turning the doorknob but it wouldn’t budge. He resorted to loudly knocking on the door again. “Jaejoong-ssi, are you all right?! What happened?”
The door moved again, but this time he heard Jaejoong’s voice instead of silence.
“Stop it. Stop asking questions.”
He was instantly filled with dread. That-That voice. What happened to Jaejoong’s voice? It sounded... wrong. Very wrong. What was going on?
“Wh-What?” He tried the door knob again and banged the door once. “Jaejoong-ssi, if you’re hurt let me-“
“No! Stop! I’m tired-I’m really tired! Please, for once in your life, leave me alone!”
The desperation. The hurt. It felt so wrong and out of place, and Yunho didn’t like the fact that it came out of Kim Jaejoong’s mouth. Something in him lit up, and all he could think about was getting to the other side and keeping Jaejoong safe.
Keep Jaejoong safe.
Keep him safe.
Keep. Him. Safe.
Yunho pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door.
“Jaejoong-ssi, I’m sorry but I’m coming in-“
“LEAVE!”
A blinding, white light shone through the corners of the door, but that wasn’t what made Yunho hesitate. Something very powerful pushed him back, and something in his chest bubbled and ached. He placed a hand on his chest, feeling a brief heat wash over his fingers before it suddenly vanished. But before he could inspect himself further, he heard a blood-curdling scream from Jaejoong’s office and an ominous thud sound.
Yunho swore his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.
“JAEJOONG!” He screamed, banging the door. He pointed his wand at the doorknob and yelled, “BOMBARDA MINIMA!”
A small explosion that was focused merely on the door knob loosened the grip of the lock and he pushed the door away. He went rigid when he saw Jaejoong on the floor, motionless.
Something within Yunho snapped.
“JAEJOONG!” He went to Jaejoong’s side and knelt beside him, inspecting him for any injuries. When he found none, he carefully brought Jaejoong to his lap and brushed away dark bangs that covered the man’s dulling light blue eyes. He watched them fluttering shut, and at the same time trying to focus on him.
“JAEJOONG, WHAT HAPPENED?” He screamed. He ran a hand through the man’s hair. “JAEJOONG! JAEJOONG!!”
The man seemed to look at him, and he appeared confused at first. But all of a sudden, he saw Jaejoong’s lips moving, as if he was trying to smile. Then, much to Yunho’s horror, the man went completely still and shut his eyes.
Yunho screamed his name with a voice he hadn’t used in years.
He shook the memory away and used the stone pillars as support. His whole body shook as he recalled the memory of Jaejoong’s unconscious face-something, Yunho realized, he never wanted to see ever again. And it made his eyes open to a truth that he had been desperately trying to ignore.
Jaejoong being gone was something he never ever wanted to happen, no matter how much he pretended so. Because, despite being muggleborn-being part of the sect of people his family chose to tolerate but never associate with, Kim Jaejoong meant a lot to him.
Because he loved him. So, so much.
“I think I’m starting to have a-ahh-aahh-achoo!” Jaejoong covered his nose in time before the disgusting snot went flying who knows where. He sniffled and made a noise at the back of his throat before continuing, “A cold.”
The school matron went to his side and scanned him with her wand. She finished and shook her head. “I can’t detect any viruses in your system, Professor Kim. It may simply be allergies, or a side-effect of what happened to you a few days ago.”
“Mmyeah.” The professor acknowledged while rubbing the napkin against his nose. He willed the soiled napkin away with his magic and looked up at Madam Pomfrey with big, teary eyes. “When can I get out of this horrible place, Poppy?”
The nurse looked affronted at first-whether by him calling the Hospital Wing horrible or by simply referring to her by her first name, he didn’t know-but moments later, she clucked her tongue and wagged her finger at him.
“You won’t be let out of this horrible place until you’ve become a hundred percent better, Professor Kim!” She reprimanded in a way that made Jaejoong think she thought him stupid to even ask. “Professor Dumbledore said you had a few days off, and those days will be spent recuperating in my supervision.”
He pouted at her. “Aww, but Poppy-“
“No buts! Really, you’d think professors would know how to follow orders, seeing as they hand them out a lot to students!” She ranted at him, and without much of a glance went over to check on another patient in the Hospital Wing.
Jaejoong watched her go with sad, disappointed eyes and sighed. He pouted again and crossed his arms on his chest.
What was he going to do now? Teaching classes, preparing for said classes and doing his rounds were the things he was used to doing around this time. He pulled out the enchanted beeper from his robes and checked the date. It was a Thursday. He groaned when he realized he had planned something wonderful with the fourth years this morning. He was supposed to teach them a muggle dance. But with this annoying confinement, he had no choice but to postpone that to next Thursday.
‘But that means I have to push the lecture on rising muggle star Madonna to next meeting! And the one about Metal music to the next after that!!’ He panicked in his mind, and he gripped his hairs and pulled them down. Jaejoong whined as he slowly sagged in his cot until he was lying down again.
His entire lecture was ruined. How was he going to teach his precious students the wonders of muggle culture now?
“Well, knowing you, you’d find some way to get right back on track!”
A new voice pulled him out of his thoughts, making him gaze at the ceiling in confusion. When he recognized the voice, he sat up and beamed at his colleague.
“Remus!” He chirped, waving the man as he sat beside his cot. “Good to see you! How are you?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” The man chuckled, though there was worry in his voice. He looked at him and sighed. “Are you quite all right, friend? I visited you once before but you were asleep, so I never got to ask, obviously.”
“It would be strange of you to ask an unconscious man a question. Indeed, it would.” Jaejoong nodded sagely while closing his eyes, missing the way Remus blinked at him in confusion. “But I’m glad you took the time to visit, even if I wouldn’t be able to talk. I appreciate it very much.”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure! I would have visited yesterday but I had classes. And if you recall me telling you, I only have Thursday afternoons off.” Remus smiled. “I’m glad I was able to visit. You had me worried there, friend. All of us were worried about you. Even the scary bat Snape.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Severus isn’t that bad, Remus. He’s actually very nice once you get to know him.”
Remus stared at him as if he were crazy. “Severus Snape, nice? Are we talking about the same person or are you just raving mad?”
“Oh, bugger off, you!” Jaejoong chastised, but he was smiling. “It’s nice to chat with someone for a change. Poppy’s nice but she makes me feel like such a child.”
“Ah, I would have to agree with you. Madam Pomfrey used to always make me feel like one too, even in my later years.”
That made the dark-haired man tilt his head in curiosity. “Really? You were at the Hospital Wing frequently in your years at Hogwarts, then?”
Something in Remus eyes made Jaejoong wish he hadn’t asked anything, because almost immediately the man closed off. It was quiet for a while, mostly because Jaejoong didn’t know what to say to alleviate the suddenly tense atmosphere.
“Hey, Remus, friend.” Jaejoong began, making the DADA professor look at him. He sighed. “Sorry if I brought up really bad memories. I mean, I was just-“
Suddenly Remus snorted, and he waved a dismissive hand at him. “That’s fine, Jaejoong. I was just-I just remembered something, is all. And it was foolish of me, really, since you already know anyway. You would have to.”
That made Jaejoong blink in confusion. “What-“
“Oh, by the way. Tomorrow’s a Friday. My class with the third year Gryffindors and Slytherins!” Remus changed the subject, though for what reason Jaejoong wasn’t sure. “And you did promise you’d be there to observe, didn’t you?”
At the mention of the third year Gryffindors and Slytherins, Jaejoong was automatically reminded of the class that happened prior to his strange accident. And of the student that made the class difficult for him to continue. Blond hair and grey eyes flashed in his mind, and it hurt to remember him to be the cause of his pain. And it was sad because Draco Malfoy was his-
He bit his lip and turned away, unsure of what to say to the DADA professor. “I-“
“You don’t have to do anything, Jaejoong. Just observe, and maybe it can get you loosen up. I have something fun planned with the boggart.”
Oh, Jaejoong did enjoy making boggarts feel ridiculous but that class was just... “I don’t know, Remus. I mean, I may not be allowed out of the Hospital Wing tomorrow. Poppy said I needed to recuperate.”
The smile on the man’s face shortened considerably. Then he pondered. “Yes, that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?”
Jaejoong felt relief. Even though he was curious how that class would turn out, he wasn’t ready to face the third years yet. Especially not the third year Slytherins. He nodded in mock lamentation and sighed.
“Tragic, Remus, but it is what it is.” Jaejoong consoled his disappointed friend. “Perhaps next week, we can-“
“Perhaps I can ask Dumbledore if you can be allowed to observe? After all, you wouldn’t be doing anything taxing so it would probably be all right. Oh, I know!” The moustached man suddenly stood up and declared, “I’m going to ask Madam Pomfrey. She’ll probably let you off the hook tomorrow anyway, so it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”
Jaejoong gulped and laughed nervously. “B-But Remus, Poppy would probably be angry with you if you suggest-“
“Bahh, she doesn’t scare me, Jaejoong. I’ve had more visits to the Hospital Wing than you ever will have in your lifetime, I bet. I’ve got this.” He reassured. Then, after giving Jaejoong a thumbs-up, he turned and started looking for the school matron.
Jaejoong watched helplessly as Remus Lupin approached Poppy Pomfrey and asked his favor. The Muggle Studies professor sagged against the headboard until he was lying on the cot. Again. But this time, it came with a queasy, nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Oh, what was going to happen to him this time?
I'm starting to get the hang of the new plotline of Dull Aches now. :)) I decided to update this because I honestly wasn't in the mood for anything else OTL even my homework. HAHAHAHAHAHAhahahuhuhu :(((( Here we go again.
Anyways, poor Yunho with his mixed feelings! :(( But hopefully he'll find the strength to confess despite his beliefs. Don't be too hard on him, guys; blood purity is bad but it's really difficult to stop believing it when it's all you've ever known. Be nice XD
Next Up: Most probably a cute YunJae-ish interlude before the next actual chapter where there will be boggarts and revelations! Fun!!
Notes:
Silencio: Casts a wall or barrier to silence a particular area or person.
Tempus Charm: It's not an official spell, but most fans believe it to be part of the incantation to tell the time. So I'm using that too, heh, heh.
Accio: An incantation used to summon an object to the caster.
Bombarda Minima: Again, not an official spell. All the "official" spells are Bombarda and Bombarda Maxima, which are both explosive spells, with one being larger and enough to destroy walls (as demonstrated by Dolores Umbridge in the fifth movie, HP: OtP). Bombarda should have been small enough, but if you remember Hermione using it in the HP: PoA movie, it was still quite large and I didn't think Yunho would choose to use such a spell if he's worried about Jaejoong being hurt. So, I created a much smaller scale explosive spell. XD Lol don't mind me.
P.S. Just so you guys know I made my Twitter account private again. If you'd like to follow me, just follow @yamiraispotato :D