One day in winter (Ryo/Okura, PG, HP-AU, fluff, 1/1)
Name: One day in winter
Author: Rin
Beta: Elindar (thank you!)
Fandom: JE goes Hogwarts
Pairing: Ryo/Okura
Genre: AU, some fluff, maybe a bit of humour?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and all the magic world -related things are based on Harry Potter books, that are written by J.K.Rowling. So let's give the honour to her. Ryo and Okura then... I guess they're owned by Johnny Kitagawa. The name of the fic is from a Kanjani8 song One day in winter.
... At least the story is mine. :'D
Summary: When being a student in Hogwarts, Okura always wanted to become a teacher. Now the dream has become true. Somehow he still misses something. Or someone.
Warnings: Sappy conversations.
A/N: Well... yeah. One night I chatted with elindar and somehow we ended up talking about JE guys and Hogwarts in the same conversation. And ended up to sort JE boys to Hogwarts Houses... Here's the result. The first of them. More is to come. Probably.
Enjoy! Comments are pure love, as always~
- - -
Okura picked his books from the table to his bag as the commotion of students rushing to break slowly calmed. The first school week was happily over and the young man smiled, being very satisfied with himself - the week had not only been the first of the school year, but also his first as a teacher, too.
As everyone who had ever gone to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Okura also remembered his first days there as if it had only been a year ago. The whole week the new first year students had reminded him of the moment he himself had sat on the old, creaking stool to get sorted. Like the others he also had been excited and anxious about which house he'd belong, yet ending up in Ravenclaw hadn't surprised him at all.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you have a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.
The seven years in Hogwarts had been the best of his life and later, after graduating with excellent grades, he had continued studying to some day become a teacher in his old school. The man had almost laughed aloud of happiness when a big owl had landed on his windowsill bringing a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts. Okura had got the Charms professor appointment he had asked for!
Returning to the familiar corridors had felt like coming back home again and in the beginning Okura had just wandered around the castle, finding all the old places he had hung around with his friends.
The closet in which he had secretly practiced the levitation charm with his best friend Goseki. The statue that one could hide behind to get rid of the prefects patrolling around after bedtime. A corridor whose door appeared visible only on Wednesdays. The third floor staircase that started to jiggle and giggle if someone tickled its railing. The classroom where he had shared his first kiss with Ryo.
He had been sixteen that time. Ryo had been seventeen, and soon graduating from Hogwarts. Okura could still easily remember that sunny afternoon in the end of May, when Ryo had just dragged him into the empty classroom. Asking nothing, explaining nothing, the older boy had kissed him. The same moment the younger boy had forgotten everything else - how to think, how to breath - and just kissed back.
"Excuse me, professor?" a shy voice cut off Okura's wandering thoughts as he saw the short girl who had entered the room, "could you please tell me where's the class of History of magic? I thought it'd have been here but I guess I made a mistake and then the staircase vanished and I cannot even find the way back downstairs and I should be on the next lesson in a couple of minutes and --"
"Calm down, I'll show you the way," Okura laughed, stopping the flood of speech, and left to guide the girl to the right place.
-
As always, also this year the autumn in Hogwarts soon turned into a winter and soft, white snow covered the whole school and its surroundings. The dark silence of November Friday evening felt heavenly after all the noise and rush of the school week as Okura walked towards Hogsmeade. When looking at the snow piled on the wayside he smiled a bit. Years ago that kind of snow bank would have invited to shove someone's face into it.
Which was actually the way he had met Ryo the first time.
The Tree Broomsticks was silent as there for once was no students. A few wizards sat there, chatting in a quiet voice and the innkeeper lady hummed a small cheerful song, cleaning the empty tables. The atmosphere was peaceful and familiar, just like it had always been. A friendly fire burned in the big fireplace and the room was comfortable warm.
"Good evening, may I help you?" the innkeeper asked smiling as she got back behind the counter.
"One butterbeer, please," Okura ordered and then walked to his regular table in the corner, near the fireplace, not caring about the fact that someone was sitting there already.
Good evening professor," the low voice chuckled as he sat down the other side of the table.
"Same to you, Ryo."
The passed years had changed the older man, and yet they hadn't. His hair was still messy, his eyes dark and twinkling and his smile warm and boyish. The smile was actually the only boyish thing left. On every other angle the skinny little boy had turned into a real man. A handsome (and probably skillful) adult wizard. He was wearing a dark forest green colored robe and his old grey and green striped school scarf just like Okura did himself. Though his scarf was grey and blue, of course.
Couple of days ago an owl had brought a letter to Okura. There hadn't been any kind of signature after the message but he'd have known the handwriting anywhere. Ryo had asked if the rumor of Okura being a professor in Hogwarts was true and if it was possible for them to meet again. Their last meeting had been four years ago, before the older man had left abroad, so the letter had totally surprised the young professor.
"So, you're back. From..?"
"From Mongolia," Ryo said, "I couldn't tell it before I left. I was in a hurry - there were suddenly dozens of children drown and vanished in a short time, from both wizard and muggle families. A local wizard, a friend of mine, had suggested the reason was some magical creature and he asked my help so I travelled there."
Okura nodded. He didn't actually know what Ryo's occupation was these days but hearing about him working with magical creatures didn't surprise him. Back in the days at school Care of Magical Creatures had always been Ryo's favorite subject.
"Did you find it out, then?"
"Yeah, a nasty kappa had moved in a pond near the village and taken the children."
"Were... the children saved?" Okura asked carefully, even though he knew the answer.
"No. No one can save the victim of a kappa. It kills its prey immediately. But together with my friend and couple of other witches and wizards we managed to get it up from the pond. It's originally a Japanese creature you know - the trick is to fool it to bow. Then the water that is normally in the hole on top of its head flows out and it's powerless since a kappa drains very easily."
Wow, Okura thought respectfully. Ryo really knew what he was talking about.
"But that's enough of me. What about you, professor?" Ryo asked and winked.
The younger man told about his life nowadays. About his students and normal school life. Gradually the conversation turned into reminiscing their own old days in Hogwarts and enjoying of each others' fellowship.
"Do you remember how Kamenashi tried to act brave and cool, and wanted to prove it by going down to the dungeons of the school?" Ryo asked laughing when they were already walking along the road between Hogsmeade village and the railway station.
"Yeah, you and Akanishi closed him down there for two days," Okura chuckled and shook his head, "Somehow I can also remember you and Akanishi getting a whole month detention of leaving a twelve-years-old kid down there with maniac house elves."
"C'mon, how could we have known that was just the same dungeon where all the house elves of the school like to go when they get old and mad and fed up with all the daily work?"
"Exactly. You couldn't have known. And that's the biggest reason you shouldn't ever have done anything so stupid. Never do anything you're not totally sure about - or at least never make any younger student do something you wouldn't do yourself."
Ryo made a pouting face.
"Okay, okay I get it, professor. I promise I'll never do it anymore. Being a teacher doesn't do any good to you. You weren't even nearly this strict back then. Not even when you were a prefect," the older man complained.
"Really?" Okura asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah."
"Okay, if you really think so..." the younger one said and then suddenly pushed the older man off from the road. A feeble voice "thump" was heard when Ryo fell straight on his face to the big, soft bank of snow.
"Oi! You little brat! You'll deeply regret you ever did that," all snowy Ryo snapped immediately when he got back up. He grabbed Okura's scarf and pulled the man near him, glancing darkly at the younger one's eyes so that Okura had to take a small additional breath. It was clear that those eyes still had this same effect on him.
"Someone forgot to teach you some manners, you little flobberworm," Ryo whispered forbiddingly.
Suddenly it felt like they had gone back in time. It had been Okura's first winter in Hogwarts. He had been playing with Goseki around the schoolyard, running and waving their wands, acting as if they were having a wizard duel. Unfortunately and against all odds Goseki had accidentally managed to do a real spell that had thrown Okura several meters backwards. The boy had landed in the snow and on something else, too.
The 'something else' had been a second year Slytherin student Nishikido Ryo. The boy had been small and cute, yet he had been well known of his wicked humour and short temper.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?! You little flobberworm you will regret you ever --"
"It w-wasn't my f-fault!" Okura had stammered, but Ryo had just laughed nastily.
"As if I care. I guess I better teach you some manners."
Then he had pushed the boy's face to the cold snow and given him the worst snow wash he'd ever had, and meanwhile his friend Akanishi had done the same to Goseki.
But, Okura realized, that time was gone. He wasn't an eleven-year-old little boy anymore. He was an adult man and could easily fight against the older one, for he was easily six inches taller than Ryo.
"Manners, huh?" he asked and pushed the older man down again. To his bad, Ryo didn't let go of him but made him lose his balance as well and they both fell down in the snow.
"You're still as stupid as you were years ago," Ryo noted happily, when washing Okura's face with snow.
"You think so?" the younger one asked, taking a good handful of the cold substance and rubbed it laughing on the other man's face.
They fought in the snow a long time until they both collapsed down panting and hoping the cold snow in their necks and mittens would melt soon so that it wouldn't feel so freaking cold.
When laying there in silence, their eyes met for a moment and Okura bit his lower lip. All the time he had been wondering...
"Ryo," he asked quietly, "do you... do you still like me?"
For a moment the other one kept being quiet, then he nodded.
"I do."
"Then... why don't you..." the younger man didn't know how to set his words, and Ryo rose up to sit on the messed snow.
"I've told you already, haven't I? I travel so much and I might be away for months, even for years. I do like you, but I don't want to... you know?"
"No, I don't," Okura said, discontent, "you know I want to live with you."
"Why can't you understand?" Ryo asked desperately. "It'd be so unfair to make you wait here all alone when I'm traveling somewhere around the world. You should find yourself someone who can live with you here. Someone who's not going to leave you immediately when the world calls. That's why I didn't write from Mongolia even though I'd have liked to."
"And I waited your letter for years in vain! I don't want anyone else," Okura said, staring the older man angrily, "why don't you get it? It's okay for me to wait here. I just... I just don't want anyone to take you away from me!"
There was a short silence, during which the men just stared at each others stubbornly.
"Nobody's going to take me away from you if you don't do it yourself," Ryo then said and suddenly he was there, hugging the younger one warmly. "I want to travel, but I promise to always come back, okay?"
"Will you stay here, then?"
"Some day I will. And then I'll answer 'yes' to your question."
Ryo smiled warmly and gave the younger man a small kiss.
"I'll be going next week again. The giants of Siberia have been behaving strangely past months. But I'll stay this whole week in Hogsmeade - I rented a room from the Three Broomsticks. So maybe we could arrange another date?"
"You're calling this a date?" the younger man asked, amused.
"Well... what else, then? In my opinion, it is."
The older man's words made Okura smile even though he couldn't help being also slightly worried. Any work related to giants was freaking dangerous, he knew it. But he also knew the other man would cope. Ryo always did. And at least he could keep Ryo with him even these few days.
- - -
Winter went on. The Christmas holiday came and went and after that the school work went on again.
It was an early Tuesday morning in the middle of January. Sun was shining brightly through the ice flowers that had grown over the huge windows of the Great Hall and people were having breakfast. When the post owls came, Okura couldn't help smiling when he saw his own tawny owl flying towards him. The handwriting of his name written on the letter proved that it was from Ryo, and Okura opened it immediately.
How's it going there? My job here in Siberia is done and I'm still in one piece so I guess I'll be coming back soon. It's been hell of a winter here! More than -30 degrees frost and snowing all the ti--
Okura folded the letter in his pocket and continued his breakfast. He had got the most important information: Ryo was safe and healthy, and coming back home. Okura could read the rest of the letter later when he had more time.
Right now the lessons of the day were coming and the students waiting, and Okura decided to work hard. He wanted to be able to do his work as well as Ryo did his own.
Author: Rin
Beta: Elindar (thank you!)
Fandom: JE goes Hogwarts
Pairing: Ryo/Okura
Genre: AU, some fluff, maybe a bit of humour?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and all the magic world -related things are based on Harry Potter books, that are written by J.K.Rowling. So let's give the honour to her. Ryo and Okura then... I guess they're owned by Johnny Kitagawa. The name of the fic is from a Kanjani8 song One day in winter.
... At least the story is mine. :'D
Summary: When being a student in Hogwarts, Okura always wanted to become a teacher. Now the dream has become true. Somehow he still misses something. Or someone.
Warnings: Sappy conversations.
A/N: Well... yeah. One night I chatted with elindar and somehow we ended up talking about JE guys and Hogwarts in the same conversation. And ended up to sort JE boys to Hogwarts Houses... Here's the result. The first of them. More is to come. Probably.
Enjoy! Comments are pure love, as always~
- - -
Okura picked his books from the table to his bag as the commotion of students rushing to break slowly calmed. The first school week was happily over and the young man smiled, being very satisfied with himself - the week had not only been the first of the school year, but also his first as a teacher, too.
As everyone who had ever gone to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Okura also remembered his first days there as if it had only been a year ago. The whole week the new first year students had reminded him of the moment he himself had sat on the old, creaking stool to get sorted. Like the others he also had been excited and anxious about which house he'd belong, yet ending up in Ravenclaw hadn't surprised him at all.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you have a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.
The seven years in Hogwarts had been the best of his life and later, after graduating with excellent grades, he had continued studying to some day become a teacher in his old school. The man had almost laughed aloud of happiness when a big owl had landed on his windowsill bringing a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts. Okura had got the Charms professor appointment he had asked for!
Returning to the familiar corridors had felt like coming back home again and in the beginning Okura had just wandered around the castle, finding all the old places he had hung around with his friends.
The closet in which he had secretly practiced the levitation charm with his best friend Goseki. The statue that one could hide behind to get rid of the prefects patrolling around after bedtime. A corridor whose door appeared visible only on Wednesdays. The third floor staircase that started to jiggle and giggle if someone tickled its railing. The classroom where he had shared his first kiss with Ryo.
He had been sixteen that time. Ryo had been seventeen, and soon graduating from Hogwarts. Okura could still easily remember that sunny afternoon in the end of May, when Ryo had just dragged him into the empty classroom. Asking nothing, explaining nothing, the older boy had kissed him. The same moment the younger boy had forgotten everything else - how to think, how to breath - and just kissed back.
"Excuse me, professor?" a shy voice cut off Okura's wandering thoughts as he saw the short girl who had entered the room, "could you please tell me where's the class of History of magic? I thought it'd have been here but I guess I made a mistake and then the staircase vanished and I cannot even find the way back downstairs and I should be on the next lesson in a couple of minutes and --"
"Calm down, I'll show you the way," Okura laughed, stopping the flood of speech, and left to guide the girl to the right place.
-
As always, also this year the autumn in Hogwarts soon turned into a winter and soft, white snow covered the whole school and its surroundings. The dark silence of November Friday evening felt heavenly after all the noise and rush of the school week as Okura walked towards Hogsmeade. When looking at the snow piled on the wayside he smiled a bit. Years ago that kind of snow bank would have invited to shove someone's face into it.
Which was actually the way he had met Ryo the first time.
The Tree Broomsticks was silent as there for once was no students. A few wizards sat there, chatting in a quiet voice and the innkeeper lady hummed a small cheerful song, cleaning the empty tables. The atmosphere was peaceful and familiar, just like it had always been. A friendly fire burned in the big fireplace and the room was comfortable warm.
"Good evening, may I help you?" the innkeeper asked smiling as she got back behind the counter.
"One butterbeer, please," Okura ordered and then walked to his regular table in the corner, near the fireplace, not caring about the fact that someone was sitting there already.
Good evening professor," the low voice chuckled as he sat down the other side of the table.
"Same to you, Ryo."
The passed years had changed the older man, and yet they hadn't. His hair was still messy, his eyes dark and twinkling and his smile warm and boyish. The smile was actually the only boyish thing left. On every other angle the skinny little boy had turned into a real man. A handsome (and probably skillful) adult wizard. He was wearing a dark forest green colored robe and his old grey and green striped school scarf just like Okura did himself. Though his scarf was grey and blue, of course.
Couple of days ago an owl had brought a letter to Okura. There hadn't been any kind of signature after the message but he'd have known the handwriting anywhere. Ryo had asked if the rumor of Okura being a professor in Hogwarts was true and if it was possible for them to meet again. Their last meeting had been four years ago, before the older man had left abroad, so the letter had totally surprised the young professor.
"So, you're back. From..?"
"From Mongolia," Ryo said, "I couldn't tell it before I left. I was in a hurry - there were suddenly dozens of children drown and vanished in a short time, from both wizard and muggle families. A local wizard, a friend of mine, had suggested the reason was some magical creature and he asked my help so I travelled there."
Okura nodded. He didn't actually know what Ryo's occupation was these days but hearing about him working with magical creatures didn't surprise him. Back in the days at school Care of Magical Creatures had always been Ryo's favorite subject.
"Did you find it out, then?"
"Yeah, a nasty kappa had moved in a pond near the village and taken the children."
"Were... the children saved?" Okura asked carefully, even though he knew the answer.
"No. No one can save the victim of a kappa. It kills its prey immediately. But together with my friend and couple of other witches and wizards we managed to get it up from the pond. It's originally a Japanese creature you know - the trick is to fool it to bow. Then the water that is normally in the hole on top of its head flows out and it's powerless since a kappa drains very easily."
Wow, Okura thought respectfully. Ryo really knew what he was talking about.
"But that's enough of me. What about you, professor?" Ryo asked and winked.
The younger man told about his life nowadays. About his students and normal school life. Gradually the conversation turned into reminiscing their own old days in Hogwarts and enjoying of each others' fellowship.
"Do you remember how Kamenashi tried to act brave and cool, and wanted to prove it by going down to the dungeons of the school?" Ryo asked laughing when they were already walking along the road between Hogsmeade village and the railway station.
"Yeah, you and Akanishi closed him down there for two days," Okura chuckled and shook his head, "Somehow I can also remember you and Akanishi getting a whole month detention of leaving a twelve-years-old kid down there with maniac house elves."
"C'mon, how could we have known that was just the same dungeon where all the house elves of the school like to go when they get old and mad and fed up with all the daily work?"
"Exactly. You couldn't have known. And that's the biggest reason you shouldn't ever have done anything so stupid. Never do anything you're not totally sure about - or at least never make any younger student do something you wouldn't do yourself."
Ryo made a pouting face.
"Okay, okay I get it, professor. I promise I'll never do it anymore. Being a teacher doesn't do any good to you. You weren't even nearly this strict back then. Not even when you were a prefect," the older man complained.
"Really?" Okura asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah."
"Okay, if you really think so..." the younger one said and then suddenly pushed the older man off from the road. A feeble voice "thump" was heard when Ryo fell straight on his face to the big, soft bank of snow.
"Oi! You little brat! You'll deeply regret you ever did that," all snowy Ryo snapped immediately when he got back up. He grabbed Okura's scarf and pulled the man near him, glancing darkly at the younger one's eyes so that Okura had to take a small additional breath. It was clear that those eyes still had this same effect on him.
"Someone forgot to teach you some manners, you little flobberworm," Ryo whispered forbiddingly.
Suddenly it felt like they had gone back in time. It had been Okura's first winter in Hogwarts. He had been playing with Goseki around the schoolyard, running and waving their wands, acting as if they were having a wizard duel. Unfortunately and against all odds Goseki had accidentally managed to do a real spell that had thrown Okura several meters backwards. The boy had landed in the snow and on something else, too.
The 'something else' had been a second year Slytherin student Nishikido Ryo. The boy had been small and cute, yet he had been well known of his wicked humour and short temper.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?! You little flobberworm you will regret you ever --"
"It w-wasn't my f-fault!" Okura had stammered, but Ryo had just laughed nastily.
"As if I care. I guess I better teach you some manners."
Then he had pushed the boy's face to the cold snow and given him the worst snow wash he'd ever had, and meanwhile his friend Akanishi had done the same to Goseki.
But, Okura realized, that time was gone. He wasn't an eleven-year-old little boy anymore. He was an adult man and could easily fight against the older one, for he was easily six inches taller than Ryo.
"Manners, huh?" he asked and pushed the older man down again. To his bad, Ryo didn't let go of him but made him lose his balance as well and they both fell down in the snow.
"You're still as stupid as you were years ago," Ryo noted happily, when washing Okura's face with snow.
"You think so?" the younger one asked, taking a good handful of the cold substance and rubbed it laughing on the other man's face.
They fought in the snow a long time until they both collapsed down panting and hoping the cold snow in their necks and mittens would melt soon so that it wouldn't feel so freaking cold.
When laying there in silence, their eyes met for a moment and Okura bit his lower lip. All the time he had been wondering...
"Ryo," he asked quietly, "do you... do you still like me?"
For a moment the other one kept being quiet, then he nodded.
"I do."
"Then... why don't you..." the younger man didn't know how to set his words, and Ryo rose up to sit on the messed snow.
"I've told you already, haven't I? I travel so much and I might be away for months, even for years. I do like you, but I don't want to... you know?"
"No, I don't," Okura said, discontent, "you know I want to live with you."
"Why can't you understand?" Ryo asked desperately. "It'd be so unfair to make you wait here all alone when I'm traveling somewhere around the world. You should find yourself someone who can live with you here. Someone who's not going to leave you immediately when the world calls. That's why I didn't write from Mongolia even though I'd have liked to."
"And I waited your letter for years in vain! I don't want anyone else," Okura said, staring the older man angrily, "why don't you get it? It's okay for me to wait here. I just... I just don't want anyone to take you away from me!"
There was a short silence, during which the men just stared at each others stubbornly.
"Nobody's going to take me away from you if you don't do it yourself," Ryo then said and suddenly he was there, hugging the younger one warmly. "I want to travel, but I promise to always come back, okay?"
"Will you stay here, then?"
"Some day I will. And then I'll answer 'yes' to your question."
Ryo smiled warmly and gave the younger man a small kiss.
"I'll be going next week again. The giants of Siberia have been behaving strangely past months. But I'll stay this whole week in Hogsmeade - I rented a room from the Three Broomsticks. So maybe we could arrange another date?"
"You're calling this a date?" the younger man asked, amused.
"Well... what else, then? In my opinion, it is."
The older man's words made Okura smile even though he couldn't help being also slightly worried. Any work related to giants was freaking dangerous, he knew it. But he also knew the other man would cope. Ryo always did. And at least he could keep Ryo with him even these few days.
- - -
Winter went on. The Christmas holiday came and went and after that the school work went on again.
It was an early Tuesday morning in the middle of January. Sun was shining brightly through the ice flowers that had grown over the huge windows of the Great Hall and people were having breakfast. When the post owls came, Okura couldn't help smiling when he saw his own tawny owl flying towards him. The handwriting of his name written on the letter proved that it was from Ryo, and Okura opened it immediately.
How's it going there? My job here in Siberia is done and I'm still in one piece so I guess I'll be coming back soon. It's been hell of a winter here! More than -30 degrees frost and snowing all the ti--
Okura folded the letter in his pocket and continued his breakfast. He had got the most important information: Ryo was safe and healthy, and coming back home. Okura could read the rest of the letter later when he had more time.
Right now the lessons of the day were coming and the students waiting, and Okura decided to work hard. He wanted to be able to do his work as well as Ryo did his own.