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Dream sat down heavily on the train seat. Sapnap sat in front of him, and George next to him. They were a bit early for the ride, so Dream sat there glaring at his two best friends who were both wearing shit-eating grins.
“Dream-”
“No.”
“We already said-”
“No.”
Sapnap giggled, George, following straight after. Dream rolled his eyes, looking up at the door as it opened. Wilbur entered, Tommy and Tubbo following behind him. Wilbur eyed him before going to sit next to him, glancing at the two still giggling.
“What have you done, you two?” He finally asked after the two second years sat down in the seats next to them.
“Well-” Sapnap cut himself off, laughing before he forced himself to continue. “George and Dream were sleeping over at my house right, and we went to sleep really late and Dream fell asleep between us, right? So we wake up before him, and so we try waking him up but he’s such a heavy sleepover-“ at this, Wilbur nodded his head in agreement, letting out a grunt when Dream elbowed him. “so we pour water on him and he shoots up and he starts hissing like an angry cat!” Sapnap says, bending over from laughing.
They all try to stop laughing, but one look at Dream grumbling in the corner, his glare on them undoing all their progress and making them giggle again.
And when Eret and Fundy and everyone else come into the cart and Dream is still pouting, yet cuddling into Wilbur’s side? They say nothing but roll their eyes fondly.
The train does eventually get going, taking them to Hogwarts. They have to sit through the boring process of the sorting ceremony, all while munching on the food in front of them. In a rare occasion, with all of them sitting next to each other - they choose to sit at the Hufflepuff table, simply because they were always welcomed there (and because the Hufflepuffs had the best food).
They cheer at times but the feast is mostly spent eating and catching up with each other.
“I’m gonna be sleeping at my Hufflepuff dorm tonight,” Dream says, as they’re directed out the hall.
“Dreamyyyy, why don’t you sleep in the Slytherin dorm today?” Wilbur whines. “I haven’t seen you in so long, and you’re not even gonna be sleeping with me in the dorm?!” He groans dramatically, hanging off the boy.
“Wilbur, you are an embarrassment to the Slytherin house,” Technoblade says, sighing at his brother. They all watch as Wilbur’s dragged off by a housemate - moaning all the while.
Tubbo skips up to their older brother (figure) and tugs on Dreams’ sleeve. They bid goodnight to everyone, and walk with everyone else. They say goodbye to Niki in the dorm when she goes the other way to the girl dorms and make their way to their own dorm where they see their trunks at their own beds.
When Tommy and Tubbo first started at Hogwarts, they were already best friends - with Tubbo living right next to Sapnap’s house and Tommy’s family coming over to visit Sapnap’s family. Of course, Tubbo was close with Sapnap and Dream, having known them since they were born. It was a reason why their group was so close, most of them have known each other since childhood.
So when they did start Hogwarts, it was heavily suggested by their families that the two boys were to room with their brothers, and for Alexis to be able to room with Technoblade or Skeppy. Heavily suggested.
And in a way, Tubbo really did admire Dream. For as long as they could remember, the older boy was always there for him. He was there when they took their first steps, when they got their first broom.
The dorm is loud, as it always is and he can hear Fundy and Eret singing a song together from opposite ends of the room, Bad humming to himself and Dream getting ready for bed on his left.
The night winds down and they all fall asleep easy, exhausted from the day back.
Everywhere he looks is dark and silent, a feeling of misery hanging around him.
“Dream,” A voice whispers to him and he turns around.
No ones there.
“The chosen one,” Someone hisses in his ear and he startles, whipping his head around.
“Who’s there?!” He questions into the void. “Reveal yourself! I’m not scared of you!” He screams out
“Not yet you aren’t,” is the last thing that’s whispered in his ears.
“Wait!” He calls out desperately. “Wait! What do you mean?!”
“Dream,”
“Dream,”
“Where are you?!” He screams out.
“Dream!” He startles, sitting upright. The dorm’s being lit up with the sun and he can already hear the hustle of the common room.
“Dream, you okay?” He hears Eret’s voice amid the white noise in his head. He gulps and blinks his eyes.
“Yeah,” He breathes out. When Eret doesn’t look too convinced, he tries for a smile. “Yeah, no I swear,” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Just a bad dream,” he smiles wider at Eret.
“If you say so man,” The British said before standing and ruffling Dream’s hair. “Hurry up, you don’t want to take too long and have Sapnap or Will throwing a fit because you took too long,” Dream laughs at the older man’s word.
He busies himself up by getting ready for the day. He freshens up but he can’t help but frown at his pale complexion, further bringing out the dark circles under his eyes. He puts on his robes for the day - McGonagall gave him specific robes that change colour throughout the day based on his wishes.
He heads out with Eret, Fundy and Bad, finding out that Tubbo and Niki had gone ahead. As they enter the hall, they can already see the catastrophe that is their group. They all collectively sigh, seeing Tommy argue with Sapnap and George, Wilbur bringing his guitar and singing a song, Fundy egging Tommy on.
“Morning everyone,” Bad says before sitting down next to Bad, Eret and Fundy going to Niki and Tubbo. Dream settles in next to Techno, who’s still half asleep next to Wilbur. In front of them is the arguing trio.
“Hi Techno,” Dream greets, the man letting out a muffled sound that sounds vaguely like “Good morning” to his ears.
“Why do we always have fucking potions first on the first day back?” Wilbur asks their little group. With him, Dream, George, Sapnap, Fundy and Karl being on the same timetable and year, he feels justified complaining. Techno was in the seventh year but he was his brother - he had to put up with him either way.
“Shut up Wilbur, at least you don’t have Snape breathing down your fucking neck just because you’re not in Slytherin,” George snorts, huffing. Tommy huffs indignantly and leaves to go talk to Tubbo.
“I hate potions,” Dream grumbles, crossing his arms. He shivers, remembering his first year and Snape’s instant distaste for him. The distaste in his voice as he reads his last name. Him being in Slytherin didn’t help his case at all, being in the other houses cancelled out.
“You’re good at potions though,” Wilbur argues.
“So? What’s good is that if the teacher hates you?” He asks and a positive murmur goes ripples through the group.
In their first class, Snape tells them that they’re researching antidote potions before immediately going on teaching. They all scramble to write down what he’s writing on the board and what he’s saying.
In their second period of Charms, George and he are passing notes.
‘Dream’
‘yes george’
‘eret told me you weren’t looking too good this morning’
Dream sighs and bites his lip. He glances up to make sure Professor Flitwick is still occupied with the chaos that is Sapnap and Wilbur together and quickly writes a message back.
‘eret is also a snitch:(‘
He hears George sign and feels him roll his eyes, and chuckles at the image.
‘talk to me later’
He gulps when he reads this, tempted to turn around to where George is sitting with Fundy and shake his head no.
By the end of that lesson, he’s ready to fall asleep, already exhausted from his first two periods. They exit out of Flitwick’s classroom like zombies and all herd to the hall. They drop down to the nearest table, Ravenclaw.
10 minutes in and 2 coffee’s later, Dream is a bit more awake again. He stands up to get another cup of coffee and announces it to his friends.
“I’ll come with you!” George says, already standing and pulling him to get coffee.
“Alright, spill,” George whispers to him as they both get a cup of coffee.
“George I swear, it’s nothing,” he says, watching the way his hand's trembles as he pours himself a coffee.
“Bullshit, come on Dream,” George scoffs.
“It’s nothing, just a small nightmare. That’s it,” He says truthfully, looking at George. He locks eyes with him and hopes the other boy can feel his sincerity.
“Alright, you’re off the hook for this one,” He rolls his eyes at Dream and can feel the taller boy’s grin as they start walking back to their table.
“Did you guys hear that McGonagall had something to announce? Technoblade knows what it is but won’t tell me,” Wilbur says as they get back to their table.
“So no one knows what it’s about?” Dream questions as he settles back into his place next to Sapnap.
“No one in our grades or the grades below us, that’s for sure,” Sapnap replies, sighing and crossing his arms. “Otherwise, Tommy would be boasting about how he knew about it and we didn’t,” Snickers go around the table, agreeing with the ebony-haired man.
By the time dinner rolls around, they’re hungry and practically salivating because of the pork chops in front of them.
“Students, before you eat, I have an announcement,” McGonagall’s voice cuts through the chatter. Dream internally groans, he just wants to eat and then sleep for 36 hours. (Is that a coma?). “This year, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be at Hogwarts,” A sudden murmur started through the crowd, and McGonagall starts again, “This is because of the Triwizard competition, that we are holding at our school this year,”. Excitement rose through the student body, everyone erupting into excited chatter.
“I wanna try!” Sapnap exclaimed excitedly, Technoblade nodding next to him, a fire in his eyes.
“A strict reminder, that only seven-year students and above are allowed to participate. If anyone gets caught trying to cheat - the punishment will be severe,” Sapnap winced and Dream had to laugh at the look of triumph on Technoblade’s face. He watches as Sapnap sticks out a middle finger to Technoblade.
Just in time, music started out and students streamed in from the big door of the hall. Women came in gracefully, dressed to the nines. Eyes watchful, yet they’re filled with cat like grace, gratefulness oozing out of every move. They twirled to the music and their performance was met with applause and whistles.
“I’m guessing that’s Beauxbatons,” George says to Dream, raising an eyebrow when one of the girls wink at him. Dream hides his amusement by nudging George and sitting closer to him. It’s no secret to anyone in Hogwarts that George isn’t interested in girls.
Suddenly, the door opens again, and men stream out of it, marching with a stick and a chant. All of them marched through the pathways of the hall, faces form and muscles bulging.
It’s no secret to anyone in Hogwarts that George is more interested in boys. It’s also no secret that Dream likes both boys and girls.
So it’s no surprise to any of them when they see George and Dream eyeing the muscles and the veiny hands. The headmasters are introduced to them, a tall woman (very tall actually, she’s quite scary) and an intimidating, quite short man.
The feast goes on.