My first fanfic ever, so reviews are greatly appreciated.
This fic is somewhat inspired by the VN "Dangan Ronpa", so if anyone knows about it, well, some of the concepts might be similar. For the plot's sake, everyone here will be 15-16 years of age, and (as it is an AU) will have slight alterations regarding their character settings.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Dangan Ronpa. They belong to JK Rowling and Spike respectively.
Chapter One: Upon waking up
There was a loud crash as Godric Gryffindor toppled down and landed on the cold stone floor unceremoniously in a tangle of bed-sheet mess. He remained in that position dazedly, as consciousness slowly took over his wracked mind.
What...
After a few moments of misery, he sat up, head pounding and body cramped, green eyes narrowed as he scanned his surroundings.
The room was dark, and not very spacious, with only a simple desk and shelf leaning by the wall at the corner. He glanced back and found himself staring at a twin bed. Silently thanking whichever gods above that he was not sleeping on the upper bed, he pushed himself up his feet, concluding his overall investigation of the room.
"...I see you've finally woken up."
Godric jumped at the sudden voice, and whirled around. There was nobody there but-
Oh.
His eyes fell upon the silhouette of a lean figure, barely visible within the shadows of the doorway. The other person stepped closer, enough for Godric to register his face.
The other boy was about the same age as himself, if not younger. He had a small, fragile stature, very pale skin and had his long dark hair pulled back in a simple ponytail at the back of his head. Curtains of jet black fringes hung down, brushing the tips of sharp steel-gray eyes which, Godric mentally noted, held a look which no ordinary 16-year-old boy could ever have.
His companion seemed to be scanning him head to toe with genuine interest as well. Godric shifted slightly at his intense gaze. Fortunately, he broke eye contact fast.
"And here I was thinking that you weren't going to wake up. You slept like a log, you know. That is," he snickered, "until you fell off the bed for whatever reason."
Godric abruptly coughed. "Never mind that... What is this place?" He glanced back. " And who are you?"
The other boy tilted his head slightly. "What makes you think that I'd know?"
"..." Honestly, he is getting on my nerves, little by little. "You look so calm, despite waking up in some strange room with a stranger. I'd assume you know what's going on."
The boy's smirk turned slightly grim. "It is at this kind of situation where panicking won't do us any good. Anyways."
He swiftly turned and approached the table, pulling out drawer beneath. In it was a wand, and a piece of scrap paper. He took out both, and handed the wand to Godric, who frowned. Hey, that's mine. Why-
"I found my wand there," the boy was saying, "so I'll take that that one's yours. And this..." he held up the paper.
Godric reached over and took it.
The school's opening ceremony will be held in the Great Hall. The Headmaster awaits your arrival.
"What..is the meaning of this?"
His question was left unanswered. "Door's locked. Couldn't get out. But then it must be because you were sleeping, and they probably wants us to leave at the same time."
Godric looked up, slightly annoyed. "Well then, why don't you check the door now?"
"I was about reach that part. Don't be so impatient."
Jerk.
The boy headed over to the door and gingerly turned the doorknob. The door swung open in an instant. He snorted, smirk widening. "Let's get going."
Godric begrudgingly followed suit.
The spacious, somewhat murky hallways, drawn curtains vexed Godric. But that he could bear. Have him walk down the cold corridors, adorned by torn portraits and rusty armors all alone, and he would be fine with it, no problem. In fact, he'd rather be alone, with all these mesmerizing paintings and gorgeous armor sets. He could bear all of that, thank you very much. He is Godric Gryffindor, after all.
No, the only thing he could not put up with was his tiny, mysterious, ever-confident and ignorant companion.
He had asked for his name for the second time, and had given his, but the other had turned away without even one word, much less an answer, and continued on his merry way.
Ever the jerk. Whoever locked me up with him has a terrible sense of humor.
While descending a flight of stairs, said boy suddenly came into a halt, Godric nearly running into him.
"What now?"
He stared at Godric, saying nothing, as if the answer was so obvious as it was on Godric's forehead-then nodded at a pair of double doors dominating most of the wall not far below.
"...Oh."
"Oh indeed." He tilted his head again, which apparently was a fond habit of his. "At least it isn't that far."
"How are you so sure about this?"
"It's called the Great Hall for a reason, Godric."
Godric scowled. "Fine. Lead the way then, genius."
He was rewarded with a scoff of laughter. "I'll take that as a compliment. Well, here goes nothing." With that, he pushed the doors open.
They were greeted by the strangest scene both-or at least Godric-had ever seen.
The room was definitely the largest chamber of whatever building they were trapped within. It was illuminated by thousands of levitating candles, floating above four very long tables, which in turn had been brilliantly laid with golden plates and goblets, each and every of them containing a very appetite-tempting dish or drink. At the front was another table, positioned horizontally in contrast to the other four's vertical positions, with nothing on it but a simple pedestal. Godric looked up to the ceiling, only to find it dark-as if an abyss is hovering on top of the candles, tables, and themselves.
Now, one would expect to such room to be packed with people. Yet somehow it was not. The Hall was so empty and quiet, you could probably hear a pin drop as clear as a barking dog. Wait why am I thinking of dogs this is not the time snap out of it Gryffindor-
They were not the only ones though. And certainly not the first ones to enter the Hall. Godric once again shifted uncomfortably as ten pairs of eyes stared at him.
Six boys and four girls, spread almost evenly between the four tables (two of the tables were only occupied by two persons-the rest occupied by three), looking as confused as Godric was. As the double doors slammed shut behind their backs on its own, one of the girls-a porcelain-skinned ravenette-stood up from her seat and approached them.
"Well, seems like the last pair is finally here."
Godric frowned. "Last pair?"
"Yes," this time a boy spoke up; he was also dark-haired, but instead of strictness or elusiveness like the girl and Godric's own partner, he had an aura of friendliness radiating from him. "The doors didn't shut when we came in, and...well, apparently there were supposed to be twelve of us, yet only ten were present...so you must be the last two."
"And what," drawled a curly-haired blond, seated at the table on the far right, "makes you think that there are exactly twelve of us?"
"If you have not yet noticed," another boy interjected. "The wristbands' numbers go up to six, and every two persons have the same number. It is only obvious that we're missing the last two," he turned and narrowed his eyes at Godric, "that makes Pair One."
Wristband? What—Godric spontaneously lifted up his arm and pulled back his robes' sleeve—and sure enough, a silver wristband was wrapped snugly round his wrist, the roman number "I" emblazoned upon its shiny surface. He then tried to pull it off, but it stuck onto his skin and would not come off. Giving up on his futile attempts, Godric saw from the corner of his eye that his companion was doing the same, and, when he noticed the attention upon him, flashed his wristband's number for Godric to see. I. Damn.
"Well," the blond muttered, his tone sheepish. "Cool. So now that we're all here…why don't we, I don't know, sit down and introduce each other. I mean, the so called "Headmaster" doesn't seem to be here yet, so…yeah."
"Point taken," said the ravenette. "I'll start first then. I'm Rowena, Rowena Ravenclaw. I'm from Pair Two," and as if to prove her statement, she lifted up her wrist, showing everyone else the number on it.
"I'm Helga Hufflepuff," a petite girl piped in, rising up to stand next to Rowena. "I'm Ro's partner. Nice to meet you."
She smiled, and Godric swore that every boy in the room had blushed simultaneously.
"Nicholas," called the blond lazily from behind Helga's back, "just Nick for short. I'm in Pair Four."
A grey haired boy looked up from the table on the far right and blinked slowly. "William…also in Pair Four."
Nick glanced at him with distaste. "…aaaand that's my idiot of a partner there."
William simply stared back. Nick turned away and huffed. Godric smiled could not help but smile a bit.
"I'm Robert," the dark-haired boy said, smiling slightly, "Pair Three. That there's my partner, Abel Flamel." He nodded at a mousy-haired boy, who had his nose stuck between the pages of a thick book. A slight grunt was the only response given.
A plump boy with a pleasant, docile face seated at the table where Helga had been sitting turned to face the others. "Francis here, from Pair Five."
"Elvira le Fay!" squealed a girl, her cheerful voice obnoxiously loud that Godric (and several others) could not help but wince. "I'm in Five too, with Fatty here."
"It's Francis," corrected her partner half-heartedly. Elvira simply gave him a silly grin.
"Helena Ravenclaw," the last girl said, her voice sharp and cold. She looked up, and people stared at her, then at Rowena, then at her again.
Finally Helga made out, "are you and Ro…siblings? Twins? You look so…identical.:
"We are not." Both girls replied in an instant, only to earn more amused looks as they glanced at each other.
"I do not recall having a relative by the name of Helena," said Rowena, frowning, "nor have I ever seen you before."
Helena was silent, and did not seem to be interested in giving them an explanation. Finally the last boy—the same one who had countered Nick and told them about the wristbands—sighed and stood up.
"There must have been some complications," he said quietly, "as Helena here cannot remember a single thing but her name. "
Looks of sympathy were now directed at said girl, who merely scoffed.
"Anyways, I'm Terence," the boy continued. "Helena and I are Pair Six."
There were nods and murmurs of acknowledgement. Finally, all eyes were once again directed at Godric. He shrugged.
"I'm Godric Gryffindor,"he replied confidently, "and that person at the back is—"
"Salazar. Salazar Slytherin."
Godric shot a glare at him. You just had to wait for this to reveal your name, didn't you.
"Anyways, as you have guessed, we're Pair One." or whatever this number actually means.
They were greeted with a similar response to Helena and Terence's introduction. Something was off, though.
People like Helga and Robert smiled at them friendlily, but the rest seemed to be glowering at Godric's head—no, it wasn't his head they were glaring at, realized, and turned to look at Salazar, who seemed to be unfazed at the wary looks directed at him.
Godric frowned. Something was different about this Salazar and the Salazar when they were alone. He was quite talkative back in their first meeting, yet had never uttered a word sans his name since he stepped into the hall. That's alright, Godric supposed, but still, something else was bothering him. Was it his sudden cold demeanor? Or maybe because—
"Well, now that we've all know each other, we won't have to resort in calling people by names," said Rowena promptly, cutting his train of thoughts. Helena's eyes narrowed at her.
"You seem so calm about this. Do you perhaps know what is going on?"
My thoughts exactly, Godric couldn't help but think as he shot another glance at Salazar, who remained eerily quiet.
Rowena sniffed. "Of course I don't. I just woke up to find myself trapped in this place with my partner. I take that the same goes for everyone else?"
They nodded. Helga sighed.
"So everyone's the same, I guess…"
"Plus the fact that all of my stuffs are missing," Nick grumbled. "'Side from my wand, that is."
"To sum up," Abel muttered from behind his book, "everyone here somehow lost their consciousness, find themselves in a room with some stranger as their partner, with nothing in possession but their wand and the mysterious wristbands strapped dead on their wrist, and then was told to assemble in this so called Great Hall." A pause, then, "…interesting."
Nick gaped at him. "Seriously? You'd find a situation like this as interesting? Don't you think that's a little—"
His sentence was cut short by a shrill laughter, which startled them all. Rowena and Salazar had tensed (though the latter hid it well) in alert, whilst Nick had fallen of his chair in surprised, and was pulled back to his feet by an indifferent William.
"Eh, testing, testing! Can you all hear me? Then let the Orientation begin! Quick, quick!"
The laughing voice seemed to originate from the high table. It was getting louder, until something black shot out of nowhere and landed on top of the pedestal.
It took several seconds for Godric to register that this black object is a wizard's hat.
It was patched all over, and donned a cloak of dust that seemed to have never been removed for thousands of years. That wasn't quite surprising, Godric thought, soon as the shock had worn out.
No. It was the fact that the hat was talking through a large seam on its brim that made it quite a scene.
"Hog! Warts! Hog! Warts! Hoggy Warty Hogwarts!" it chanted in a singsong tone. Then it lurched forward, the seams near its top slightly narrowing, as if it was trying to inspect them very closely. "It's yet another new academic year! And I see you've introduced yourselves before I even asked you to do so! What fine, fine students we have this year! Eheeheehee!"
What.
Ignoring the ridiculed looks directed at its filthy form, the hat went on cheerfully, "I'm your Headmaster, The Sorting Hat! Well, now that I've introduced myself, let's get this started! Stand up! Attention! Bow! Morning, you people!"
The Hell.
"Ehm…how should I put this?" the Hat tilted its pointed body (No not body it's only a piece of cloth what were you thinking), its mouth (no that's no mouth it's seam) widened into a large, maniacal grin. "Right, right! We all know what brilliant people you all are, right? That potential of yours is not to go waste! No, no, no!
"That's why we came to an agreement! That is, to put you all together so that you can grow up to be even more brilliant than before! That's right, by having you all stay and live here together, you won't have to worry about being wasted away in this crapsack world!"
No one dared to reply. Then Godric steeled himself and asked, "What…do you mean, 'stay and live here together'?"
"Hmm?" the Hat turned to stare at him. Then its seam opened even wider as it burst into a fit of laughter.
"Eheeheeheehee! Don't be silly now, Gryffindor!" (Godric frowned at the usage of his name) "It's just as what the tin says! You all will be living in this castle, in Hogwarts, from now on! That's how it is!"
"And how long are we going to do that? Staying and living in this place together?" asked Salazar, his voice a deadly calm.
"Eheehee, about that…"the Hat paused, watching eagerly as many of them held their breath,"….there is no time limit. Which is to say, you all are going to stay here," its seam had now split so wide that it was a wonder that it was still in one piece, "forever."
The ensuing silence was the most deafening silence Godric had ever experienced.
So there it is. I'm happy to be able to write this much, but still, tell me what you think so I can improve.
Here's a list of the characters in the story, just in case:
(Founders)
Godric Gryffindor (Pair One)
Salazar Slytherin (Pair One)
Rowena Ravenclaw (Pair Two)
Helga Hufflepuff (Pair Two)
(Ghosts)
Nicholas/Nick/Nearly Headless Nick (Pair Four)
Francis/The Fat Friar(Pair Five)
Terence/The Bloody Baron (Pair Six)
Helena Ravenclaw/The Grey Lady (Pair Six)
(OCs)
Robert (Pair Three)
Abel Flamel (Pair Three)
Elvira le Fay (Pair Five)
William (Pair Five)
(Special Thanks to Isilarma for letting me using Robert for this fic. Really appreciated it.)
Again, please review, and thanks for reading. See you in the next installment :)