Aisen knew he was asleep.

There was no doubt about it as his body seemed to be levitated as if he were floating in the ocean. There was no smell nor sound in the nothingness. The blackness wrapped itself around him like the swaddling blankets he knew covered his real body.

This was different.

He wondered if this was what people called a lucid dream. The dearth of dark remained painted over his eyes; there was no end to it. It was an abyss that he neither fell nor raised himself up in. Aisen was stagnant like a bobbing pumice stone and awaited the next wave to hit him. His limbs were lifeless akin to a puppet controlled by a marionette. Not even his heartbeat registered a thump in his chest, for if it did, the organ would be well on its way to blowing a hole out of his tightened chest from fear.

He wondered if this strange curse was trying to suffocate him in his sleep. He read stories about beings that killed people in their dreams, therefore ending their physical mortality. His arms were pinned at his sides, an imaginary harness ties snug around his middle. Even his messy blonde hair was still and held itself to his scalp.

Aisen tried to breath, but he could not so that either. He tried to shout out, but the black muffled his voice as if his wool handkerchief was shoved into it.

Where am I?

Who am I?

Why am I existing?

That's when the tungsten light above beamed down on his head.

Sound rebounded towards him; the source of it crawled from the hole. Being directly over his head, he assumed that he was standing upright.

The light illuminated the space around him. The tunnel was still black, but he saw the electric rigging and cords crossing around the tunnel like ebony snakes fighting for food. His heart began to beat again. He opened his mouth and raked in a deep breath, grateful that his lungs regained usage. In fact, the rest of his body did as well. He waved his arms out and felt the cool steel of the tunnel. He looked down at himself. The thing around his waist was a leather belt holding up pristine, white tailored dress pants. An ornate black dress vest clung to his torso underneath a white hoodie draped around him. A scarlet tie, knotted in a double Windsor, choked his narrow neck. He thought he looked more like he was dressed for a party at one of those muggle schools. Colleges, he believed they were called.

"Hey," he attempted to shout out. Hearing his squeaking voice, he knocked on the wall.

"Hey, let me out!" Aisen shouted.

Aisen rocked forward as the platform jolted to a start. Aisen panted as it rose up like water gushing from a fountain. The hydraulic hiss soon became overcome with the wide din of...cheering? Chanting? Aisen was unsure. The platform drew nearer to the surface. The light started to blind him, causing Aisen to shield his violet eyes.

A few feet more.

A few inches more.

Aisen closed his eyes and hugged himself. Palpable heat drenched his body as he broke the surface.

The platform stopped. The chanting's apex nearly made his ears explode like a dragon's roar.

The light faded away, Aisen's eyes adjusting to the sight. He blinked as if he were swatting away a fly. He looked out at the sea.

Sea of screaming fans bobbing up and down like hungry minnows.

"What is up, people!" A voice bellowed out. It was further amplified by the weird speakers on the sides of what Aisen now saw was a stage.

And what a stage it was. Bright rectangles flashed every color of the rainbow. They blinked with the ferocity of a telegraph system dotting a message. The rectangles performed a halo around the back of the stage with a deep blue screen lighting up the back. Several musical instruments gleamed on small racks dotting the area towards the back of the stage. Five white spotlights hung overhead. One of which beat down on Aisen as he whipped himself towards the source of the voice.

It was Robbie, his fellow Gryffindor poised in the middle of the stage. He was dressed in the same outfit as him. However, his usual self-assured smirk was just obscured by a strange thin device that ran towards the side of his mouth. Perhaps a microphone of some kind.

"You ready for to jam!" Robbie said.

The shouting people hopped up and down. Aisen shifted on his feet as their roaring caused the ground to shake. The boy looked over to his right past Robbie. His eyes widened at the others in the group.

Alistair, his green eyes electrified with joy, smacked a gentle air kiss towards the crowd and shot a quick wink. A ripple of sighs and screeches emanated from a legion of female fans.

Then, there was Edmund. Aisen gasped as he saw his friend in the same outfit as his next to himself. With his perfectly gelled hair, Edmund smiled while gave a sheepish wave at the crowd that reacted with the same fervor as Alistair's greeting.

Next to Alistair at the opposite end of the stage was a Ravenclaw Aisen had seen from time to time. A sixth year, he looked the same as usual. However, the scars that lined his face were gone, leaving a smooth alabaster flesh strung taut to his cheekbones. He grunted and put his head up in the air as a sign of mysterious apathy. It was almost as if he was looking down on the fans. However, they admired how mysterious and dark Warren appeared to be with his black, almost emo-styled hair and graphite eyes.

Aiden then looked down at himself. He held out his hand and began to count. Some of the more annoying screamers thought he was welcoming them as well, so another swell of shrieking worse than a mandrake zoomed into his ears.

Five of them. All dressed the same. On a stage.

Robbie, the leader. Loud and confident.

Alistair, the hearthrob. Flirtatious and charming.

Edmund, the shy one. Soft-spoken and endearing.

Warren, the dark one. Mysterious and brooding.

Aisen pointed at himself. The cute one. An excitable blonde. Cheerful and humorous. '

It was at this point that Aisen decided to lay off all of the strange manga that he had hidden away under Edmund's bed. They were starting to seep into his soul and pollute it. Then again, that was most manga readers, and they did not seem to mind.

Why is this dream happening?

Why are we speaking Japanese?

Why am I in a boy band?

"Let's go!" They all shouted together. Aisen could not believe he did it, but now something else was controlling his body and voice. He raced into formation with the others.

The crowd shouted louder. They prepared for the song. With a bang, the poppy and electronically synthesized music began. They launched into a massive group dance, the like of which he had not known before. However, his limbs moved in coordination with the others. Blinding lights flashed faster, excluding into a blinding kaleidoscope of color and music.

This is the dumbest dream I've ever had.

"Can't stand a downpour," Robbie started to sing.

"We'll that's what's in store," Alistair sung.

"Don't overthink it. Go with the flow." Warren chimed in.

Suddenly, Aisen found himself face to face with Edmund. They looked at each other, a bright smile on each of their faces. Aisen notcied Edmund appeared a little nervous, but Aisen continued in his peppy reverie.

"You gotta take a breath and let the real you show," They bellowed out in unison.

The rest of the members stopped as Robbie stood in the center again. He pointed up at the ceiling to the massive ampitheater before lowering his arm towards his fans. "Baby it's showtime for all your dreams.

What does any of this have to do with anything?

"Give me, give me, give me, give me a break!" They all chanted together. Then, they repeated the pattern of singing for the rest of the members from the first verse. Aisen was still in his mid-dream fugue, but he had to admit that this dream was more pleasant than others he had in the past. A lively concert was much nicer to view than nightmare materials like Hermoine Granger having a relationship with that whining Slytherin bully that worked with Voldemort (Aisen had overheard from that Ravenclaw Alistair had become very interested in, Calista, that this occurred at some point).

Warren hopped over towards the middle of the stage while Alistair moonwalked back into his previous spot. Aisen was not even sure he was flexible enough to pull off a double backflip standing. However, he did it as he bounded back into the triangle formation they had started in.

"You can Make. Dreams. Come True." They blurted out together as the chorus began.

"Set your sites up. Higher!

Cause all the stars will shine.

Brighter! From far away, they're waiting for you!

To reach all your dreams!

And when you do, keep on charging through."

"Always reach out!" Alistair broke out as the rest of the group paused for an instant.

"Farther, and feel your heart it beats," they all continued. "Faster! So take your mark; evoke every dream. And dive straight ahead. Into this brand new world," the held out the last note before giving a synchronized twirl.

"Never give up!"

Once they finished the song, the crowd was as rambunctious as ever. People were climbing over each other just to get a better look at them. Aisen wrestled breath into himself; beads of sweat tumbled down his forehead. The other members were the same way. However, different emotions crossed their faces. Warren appeared completely done with life as he shunned away from the spotlights, a deadpan frown on his face. Edmund shrunk into himself, nervous but happy he made it though. Alistair winked again while Robbie basked in the center glow, holding up his arms to gesture at the crowd.

"I know where it is!" Robbie blurted to the fans.

Aisen rebuked at the words. That was a weird thing to say to fans.

"What your looking for is in the shadow," Edmund explained.

Aisen leered at Edmund "What does that mean?" He asked over the roar of fans.

"Are you stupid?" Warren huffed towards him. Aisen veered around in confusion.

"We're telling you the treasure is in the dungeons," Alistair smiled in a cheerful voice. "Next to the professor's office!"


Aisen launched himself upward like a rocketship. His heart racing, he flailed his arms in front of him for protection. However, he saw nobody was around the dormitory. He remembered where he was. He remained in Hogwarts, the memories of the past dream enveloping him. His face flushed with the redness of his sheets as whipped his head around.

However, he gulped once he remembered the last part of it.

"I know where it is."


The painting of the Fat Lady shrieked as it walloped the wall behind it. It's hinges nearly broke as Aisen bolted through the hallway. He huffed as he charged down the walkway to the strange eyes of the spying students. It was only Wednesday after all. Why was a student already running through the hallways?

Callie, who was walking calmly to lunch, shrieked when she saw the boy whizz past her. She dropped her books and bopped herself onto the stone wall behind her.

"Sorry," Aisen shouted.

Callie clutched her heart as she regained her composure. Something was going on the in Gryffindor House from what she heard. Just the previous night, she heard whispers from students about Robbie and his friend passing out in the Gryffindor common room. She was unsure what happened next, but witnessess say they acted like they had just seen a ghost. Before Callie could comment about how that was normal at the school, she notcied the students looking at her. That was her cue to run away.

Callie grabbed her books and toed past the door, her Hufflepuff robes wrinkled up from her scare. She started up a set of stairs to her hideaway on the seventh floor. Whatever was happening, she hoped it had nothing to do with Warren. The sixth year was very fascinating to her. Ever since he had come back to school with those marks back in third year, she had wondered who the man was and his story. Based off her research, she had a feeling he was either perfecting some dark magic, or there was a small chance that he was a werewolf. Considering Robbie had been frightened by something the night of a full moon, Callie was afraid the pieces were being put together.

Reaching the seventh floor, Callie breathed to retain her steady heart rate. However, just as she was about to round the corner of the fifth floor, she heard a thunk around the turn.

Two shadows were cast by lanterns over the intersection of the hallways. Callie, noticing a marble bust of, oddly enough, the new Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor Donald, she hunched over and squatted behind the statue.

Around the corner, Warren held up Robbie by his collar, leaning in and seething at the supposedly taller man. Robbie, his hazel eyes wide and alarmed, tried to grasp at Warren's wrists.

"Have you told anyone," Warren growled in a deep and threatening voice. Callie gave a silent gasp and leaned around the bust. She could just see the edges of Warren's body as it grasped at his victim. She hoped he would not hurt Robbie. She did not believe she could step in.

Robbie grunted. "About wha-?

The pinned man groaned out as Warren smacked his frame against the wall again.

"Okay, I haven't," Robbie struggled to get out.

Warren's eyes narrowed. "And you know what I'll do if you decide to tell."

Robbie struggled for air as Warren's knuckles dug into his soft neck. He brought his arms up and tried to wrestle himself out of Warren's grasp. "I get it, mate!" Robbie cried out. "I won't tell."

Warren, still unconvinced, decided to throw Robbie down to the floor. He sat on the ground and massaged his hurt throat. He lassoed air back into his lungs, trying to regain his composure. He looked down at the ground trying to process what happened to him in the past day or so. He had not felt anything out of the ordinary. Sure, he had a strage feeling that his sister was being roped into this mess about the treasure, but he was confident that he would unlock something about it. Instead, he stumbled upon a very deep personal secret of this strange Ravenclaw that he never talked to before. He had always thought of Warren as lame and antisocial. However, this secret he was now burdened with would change a lot about how he handled classes with him.

Robbie looked up at Warren who was looming above like a crow over an animal carcass. "So, how long has that been going o-."

"I'm not talking about this anymor-."

Just as Warren turned to leave, Callie huddled herself behind the bust. Then, Robbie clasped his hand on Warren's wrist.

"Hold up. I just want to say..."

Warren raised an eyebrow and looked down at the boy. It almost appeared that he was requesting, no, pleading something to him. Warren realized he had quite a bit of control over the vulnerable, so called "King of Gryffindor."

"My sister. This has nothing to do with her," Robbie said. "You're in the same house. But please don't do anything to her."

Warren sneered at him and shook off his hand. "You really think I'm a monster like that? That I'll just attack anything that I dislike?"

"Well," Robbie stated. "You attacked me."

Warren grunted and turned the other way. "There's no reason I would do anything to her," He stopped and turned his head over his shoulder, granting him one last glare at Robbie. "Unless you gave me one."

As he walked down the hallway, silence echoed throughout the empty hallway. Callie felt her own face, sheet-white and cold as the moist hallways leading towards the dungeons. She would not be surprised if it was a dementor causing that frigid feeling. However, she rationed that it was simply her adrenaline at peak levels from witnessing this event. Callie heard Robbie pick himself up with a small groan. She took this as her time to escape the floor.

She hustled back from whence she came and hopped down the steps like a rabbit chased by a fox. Questions bounced through her head with every slam of her shoes onto the staircase. Robbie found out something of Warren. Maybe it had nothing to do with the treasure. Perhaps it did, but Warren was caught doing something else. What did Robbie mean when he asked how long this had been going on for? Then it couldn't be about the treasure. Unless, did Warren know what it was?

And how were they connected in this way?

Reaching the first floor, Callie raced over towards the Great Hall. She knew who to talk to at Lunch. However, just as she made it to the atrium's stone steps, she noticed another body right in front of her. She collided into him from behind. She had slowed down enough to where it felt like a simple tap to the older boy's shoulders as she bounced off his assured frame.

He turned around and flashed a nice smile. "Oh, hey. Callie, right?"

Callie panted as she raised her arms in front of her. "I'm sorry. I didn't see y-."

"Relax," Alistair said. He held out his palms in a sign of benevolence. "I've been meaning to talk to you anyway. I wanted to say sorry for Julian on the tr-."

"Apology accepted," Callie bumbled. She had completely forgotten about the incident on the train. She had felt no ill will towards any of them since. Not just because Julian sort of apologized earlier, but because of the craziness she had been dumped inside. "Have you seen Calista around?"

Alistair smirked as he crossed his arms. "You aren't planning on stealing her from me?"

"What? No, I-."

"You would be tough competiti-."

"I need to tell Calista something!"

"I do as well," Alistair said as he ran a hand through his carefully sculpted hair. He reached in his robe pocket for his wand. Yanking it out, he pointed it at the Great Hall. "Accio, Calista."

Callie's breath lurched. However, nothing happened.

"Damn," Alistair said. "Still can't do that spell yet."

"You could just ask for me, you know?"

Behind Alistair, Calista had her arms crossed in front of her, an apathetic expression painted on her face.


The cupboard changed none from when they were inside it a couple of days ago. The only thing Calista knew was different was the extra person in the room. Calista sat on the same workbench Alistair had been at when she patched him up from his fight. She had not been able to speak with Callie much over the past week, but here the angelic looking girl was completely freaking out as she shivered in the corner. Alistair glanced a small shade of concern as he noticed how torn up the Hufflepuff girl was at the moment. Seated in a ricketing wooden chair next to Callie, Alistair cleared his throat at the standing and fidgeting girl.

Callie leaped up like a frog at the sound. She was on edge from everything at the moment.

"So," Alistair trailed off. He waited for a pair of footsteps to clear the area outside the cupboard room, much adding to Callie's anxiety. "Did you want to go first?"

"I think I know where the treasure is," Callie blurted.

Calista's eyes grew with a sense of anticipation. She leaned forward and tightened up her limbs. Absolutely no leads for the first few days, and already this girl she had met on the train had proven useful.

"Wait a minute," Alistair said. "I know where the treasure is."

Calista batted her eyes between the two like a teetering tennis ball in play. She threw her hands up in frustration and cocked her neck towards them. She wanted this hunt to be over and done with as soon as possible. She could not go a whole year with this weighing on her mind.

"Where is it?" Calista demanded.

Callie shrunk into herself. "I don't know exactly, but I think Warren knows."

Calista's face dropped at the mention of her housemate. She had already spoken to him on this before, but she was unable to gleam anything from her. She had much doubt she could convince him to relinquish anything. "Why?"

Callie shook her head. "I don't know all the details, but you heard the rumors about Robbie and Cas last night? I was up on the seventh floor, and I saw Warren threatening Robbie to not say anything about some secret. But I think its something that he has known or had for a while since before the start of the school year."

"He's a werewolf, isn't he?"

Callie guffawed as Alistair shot his crush a pedantic face. "That's a pretty major assumption."

Calista rolled her bright blue eyes and stepped off the workbench. She chose to lean on it standing on her feet instead. "He disappears every thirty days at night and breaks curfew. I've seen him leave. The potions professors for the past three years are required to have a stock of Wolfsbane Potion ready for 'emergency use.' And I guess the games of tic-tac-toe on his face help as well. Not to mention, his teeth are a little more pointy than they should be, but that might just be a thing he has," Calista explained. "And he hides in the Chamber of Secrets when it happens."

"The what?" Alistair honked as he rocked in his chair.

After the monologue, Callie whimpered. "I don't know for sure, but I think he might be hiding something there with him."

"Well," Calista said. "It's a good place to start. Even if he doesn't have anything stashed away, it would be interesting to visit that place. I've never been. Although we will need a Parseltongue. Do you think if we threaten him with revealing his secret, he'd let us in?" Calista asked more to herself.

"No!" Callie yelled out. "He almost choked Robbie, and he swore up and down he wasn't going to tell."

"That's kinda evil, too," Alistair said. "I mean, I don't know the guy, but I feel more bad for him than anything else.

"We don't even have real proof of this," Callie cried. "What if it has nothing to do with that?" She said, trying to convince herself otherwise of the truth.

"Besides," Alistair said. "Blackmailing him to get to the Chamber is kind of rude."

"It's for the greater good!" Calista shouted.

"The greater good." Alistair repeated in a monotone voice.

"Stop quoting muggle movies," Calista admonished. "It's getting annoying."

Alistair smirked. "Well, since you've taught me about a couple of them, I've decided to learn a bit myself. Callie, do you know about Hot Fuzz? I think it's actually goo-."

Callie shook her head and dropped her book stop the ground. The loud slap onto the squeaking floorboards made the room quiet as the library during study hall sessions. After seeing that they were paying attention, Callie sighed and slumped her shoulders. "We shouldn't do it."

Calista wiped away a speck of dust from her eye. "Listen, if this thing is causing problems, it's more important to get rid of it than protect some guy's secret. Besides, I don't plan on actually telling everyone," Calista gestured. "It would just be motivation to get to the Chamber and check it out."

"It's still pretty evil," Alistair said.

"Does that bother you," Callie shot back.

Alistair gave her a mischievous smile. "Not really. In fact, it kinda turns me on a bit. You being evil."

Callie bucked back at the direct words. She noticed how Calista rolled her eyes and let out a small bark of a groan. Alistair kept up his smile, almost as if he was trying to enchant the girl directly in front of him. Callie pointed at the two.

"Is something going on between you tw-."

"Of course not," Calista said, her hand clutching her chest as if she was pelted with an insult.

"Of course not yet," Alistair said with he smoothness of peanut butter.

Calista examined the boy in front of her. Yes, Alistair was completely full of himself. That being said, she was not lying to Erin when she said that the boy appeared harmless. Just an overcurious and hormonal teenager. That being said, he was still apart of this strange soul connection with other students, and it seemed to center around this object. Even if she had no designs on a relationship with him whatsoever, him being infatuated with her would be an upside in gleaming information.

"So did you think it was the Chamber, too," Calista asked Alistair.

Alistair sat back in his chair and suddenly remembered why he was there. "Oh, yeah. That reminds me. So I found out that it was in the dungeons. The room next to Professor...uh...Johnny? Tommy? Something like that. It's the one that is always locked, so no one knows where it goes. But that kid that I met the other day. Aisen. He said it was there from a dream he had. He was pretty vague about the dream, but he said that the people in it told him directly that it was in that room in the Dungeons. So we were going to check it out later tonight."

Calista scoffed at the ridiculousness of the situation. "A dream. And you believe that?"

"I believe it more than the Chamber of Secrets," Alistair said. "That would be a pretty obvious place to hide it. Also, I've seen the pictures. The place is so garish. I can't believe our House founder actually made that," He grimaced.

"Fine," Calista spat out. "How about this, Alistair?"

"You say that to me a lot. That phrase."

"You can go with your friend to the Dungeons tomorrow night. But I can't bail you out if you get in trouble."

"I bet you would," Alistair said as he stood up. He leaned forward just an inch, closing the wide gap between their faces to the point where the felt each other's breath. Calista could not help but notice he had a steel, peppermint scent to his breath. Not entirely unpleasant.

"I bet you would help if I was in danger?" He said softly.

"I guess you have a lot to learn about me," Calista said.

Alister's eyes quivered while staring deep into Calista's eyes. "Then I guess we have something in common. We both like mysteries."

Alistair could not believe the sudden change in Calista's demeanor. The way she did not back away from him. The way the corners of her lips quirked up as if she were teasing him. Even how her eyes seemed to comb over his face, as if she were wondering if it was good enough for her. Was this her version of flirting? If so, Alistair wanted to see it more often.

Calista clobbered herself mentally, but she knew that if she wanted to get on Alistair's good side, and possibly sneak her way into this treasure, she would need his help since he was involved. If this is the cost, she would have to play the game. Worst case scenario, Alistair may become less annoying as the hunt rolled on. Although to her, that was as likely as Gringotts being broken into by Harry Potter. And no, she did not believe that actually occurred.

Callie raised up a finger. "Hey guys. Do you think maybe we should tell a professor about this?"

Calista and Alistair shot matching looks of disbelief at her. "What?" They said in unison.

"A professor. Should we tell one to help us."

Silence.

Then, they both heaved into roars of laughter.


About 5k words here! Don't say i never did anything for you all!

So what of what happened here? What do you think of the characters? Dialogue? Their motivations?

Is Warren's secret out? Is Calista right or wrong for using Warren's secret and possibly Alistair? Please comment and review anything you can think of.

You have all done such a great job reviewing, so keep it up! You guys are giving me the drive and energy to keep going and give you all something we can love!

BTW, did you think Aisen's dream was interesting. In anime, there is something called an omake! It's basically a short and comedic scene in an anime, usually otherwise serious, that is there just to add some humor. However, I wanted Aisen's omake to still be important to the story.

But mainly, I wanted to run by an idea of a boy band with these characters by you. Would you listen and love them?! Tell me what you thought of that!

Also BTW, the song is from Ending Theme song for the anime Free: Eternal Summer. It's a fun lark with some heartwarming bonding. I actually recommend it quite a bit.

But please keep reviewing! Spread the word! Tell me what you think will happen or what you want to happen! You're the reason I'm doing this, so let's make the best of our time together.

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