I'll have you know it is very odd and mildly uncomfortable having to copy and paste my own fuckin stories across platforms- 

But I figured since I have had this account for so fuckin long. The least I can do is keep the legacy going. 

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Year three, act one

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Dazai really didn't want to go. However, it wasn't like he had any choice in the matter. His father, OdaSaku, happened to work at Hogwarts to be fair so this was inevitable. Yet, Dazai had good reason to not want to transfer to this stupid school, not only just because he is transferring as a third-year, so he will have no idea what he is doing. But also because Oda isn't actually his father. No, but his real father is more or less a traitor to the whole 'wizardry community.' Blah, blah. Not to go into it but his father knew black arts and shit like that and was more or less shunned.

What's unfair about it all is that everyone would know his origins. Not even know, assume. Like they lived it or something. It was infuriated. Those years of his life were hell and people would assume it all. Though, at least he had Oda. But he always had doubts about the man, even if Dazai cared for him more than he has another in his life. Because maybe Oda was scared of him. Held that fear. The fear everyone had that he would follow in the footprints of his father. Dazai didn't like the idea that Oda was scared of him though, so they were thoughts that he tried to ignore.

It was going to be a shit year- no, years. Years of this all. It made his stomach churn. Even the thought of being around such immature idiots that were his age infuriated him. Not only that but the way they would avoid him- fear him probably.

Though he won't lie. The idea of being avoided by those brats he hasn't even met sounded like heaven. He would just flow past this year, riding on the high of fear and living up to everyone's expectations so long as they leave him the hell alone.

At the moment he sat in a train cart, alone. Oda dropped him off then disappear to god knows where. This train apparently was to take him directly to Hogwarts. If he would be completely honest, even the effort it took to get on the train made him want to jump out of it. On his lap sat a bag that he clutched tightly onto. It held all his belongings. Pushed up against the glass, he watches the surroundings pass by.

He had a plan, a survival plan more or less. Stick by Oda's side and rely on the fear others will have about him.

He was too zoned out to hear the way the door to his cart slid open, only a small yelp of surprise getting his attention. Lazily, he looks over with one visible eye, the other wrapped in bandages, landing on a rather sheepish boy. His hair was the most notable thing about him. The cut was extremely lopsided and silver. Other than that his eyes also were something that drew Dazai in, the way it was two different colours, purple and yellow so... full of life.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize anyone was in here!" The boy stammers out, stumbling over his feet and words. Dazai continued to stare blankly at him, analyzing him. He seemed to be a year younger than himself, clearly an issue with anxiety, along with self-esteem issues. But most notable, he had no reaction to Dazai- well- as his stance in society, not as a person. Clearly, he scared the shit out of the boy, but not because of his father. Perhaps he didn't know Dazai's face by heart like the other kid's will.

The boy squirmed under Dazai's hard stare, clearing his throat at the dead silence he got. "Well... I guess I will be going then..." Trailing off as he clearly wasn't expecting that kind of reaction.

Suddenly, Dazai hums, looking back out the window. "You can stay if you would like. I'm Dazai Osamu." What he expected was the sound of disgust, or for the boy to quickly leave at the name. Because even if Dazai had changed it from his given name, his father would always follow. Smear his name no matter which one he used.

Yet, out of the corner of his eye, he watches as the boy stumbles to sit across from him. "Nice to meet you Dazai! I'm Atsushi. Atsushi Nakajima." His voice held a slight prep to it.

Dazai couldn't contain his surprised reaction as he looked over to him, eyes slightly widened and mouth agape before he quickly closed it. Really, it shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did. Yet, even after he was taken in my Oda and got his name changed, his father would follow him. Everyone knew his name and face. Known as the son of a traitor, bound to follow in his steps. People are told to fear him, get out of his way unless they want black magic to be used on them.

"I- uh. I'm actually transferring here as a second-year so I'm kind of clueless about this all.." He admits, quietly chuckling. That boy must have some important connections if he was able to get in here with a transfer. Dazai was only able to pull it off because of Oda and he didn't even want to be here.

Dazai stays quiet for a long stretch of time again, staring at him and thinking. That was until a familiar lesson rang in his head. Like a switch, his cold exterior switched into a light-hearted smile that never managed to reach his eyes. "Oh! We are actually in the same situation here, how ironic~ Though I'm transferring as a third-year."

It must have been sudden friendliness, Atsushi immediately relaxing in his seat and offering a warm smile. "Well now I feel less bad about this all.. I have a sister that will be joining next year and I kind of worry about her." He admits, looking down to his hands that were in his lap. "We both grew up in an orphanage, it was really hard because we had magic and didn't even know... The directors were pretty... Harsh."

Dazai offers a few nods, more curious at the fact he is revealing so much about himself so easily. Very open, painfully vulnerable.

And the two of them went on like that. Holding surprisingly pleasant small talk. Hitting it off really well, Dazai felt something deep within him stir as he talked with him. Perhaps childish possessiveness that he already knew he had a problem with. He wanted this boy. He wanted to look after him in a sense.

However, before they could continue in his long-going debate about which is better- vanilla or chocolate (vanilla but of course being the only right option), Atsushi's eyes widened as he looked out the window before going pale. "Is- is that...'' Trailing off as Dazai looks to where he was looking. Eyes falling on a building that could genuinely be compared to a castle, humming.

"Seems as though we are here." He points out, looking back to a terrified-looking Atsushi.

"Oh god- what do I do? I don't know anything- I don't know the layout or the kids- god what if they all hate me!?" Dazai tilts his head in slight amusement.

"Well, we got along fine, right? If everyone hates you then at least you have me, right?" He offers comfort more as if it's a fact. Atsushi looked at him with wide eyes before taking a long deep breath, assumingly considering his words.

He nods a sudden determined look on his face, making Dazai chuckle quietly. "And maybe we will get lucky and end up in the same house." Dazai knew they wouldn't even if he brought up the idea. Even if they did, as soon as Atsushi heard the rumours he would blend in the crowd of people that feared him.

Even still, his comment seemed to brighten his mood further as he nodded with a wide smile.

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The sorting process was... interesting. Dazai just despised the fact it was in front of everyone. Those who weren't in a house lined up in a large dining room, four separate tables behind the line as the professors above called out students to get a hat placed on them who would spit out their house. Then the kid would sit at one of the tables.

Dazai picked up on a few things already, a handful of kids have already gone. seven Hufflepuff, twelve Gryffindor, eight Ravenclaw, then five Slytherin. He had been keeping count to ease the bubbling anxiety he felt. Atsushi is standing, blocked by a few kids so they wouldn't stand next to each other, clearly going up soon. Dazai could feel the kids beside him tense, whether because they knew him or not, Dazai didn't know. What he did know were the reactions to each house.

Gryffindor always got an uproar from all tables other than Slytherin, Hufflepuff got a similar response but actually got a reaction other than annoyed groans from Slytherin. Raven claw was a bit tamer in its reactions. However, Slytherin was different. Those eleven kids got looks of sympathy and disgust. Only the Slytherin table cheering them on. It worried Dazai more than he would like to admit considering he already predicted that's where he would be sorted.

"Atsushi Nakajima." An older man called out, the one who had been placing the hat on the children. Atsushi quickly scrambled up, keeping his head down as he quickly and stiffly sat down. Looking down at Dazai who gave him a thumbs up in encouragement, clearly, his false confidence rubbed off on Atushi as he relaxed slightly, the hat being placed on his head. It barely even took a moment before it called out- "Gryffindor!"

Dazai could barely hide his wince. The two of them would be separated for sure. Well, it was probably for the best. Cheers erupted as Atsushi shot him a wide smile, standing up and shuffling over to his respected table.

The kids went too fast, mild panic clogging his throat as he watched the first year that had been beside him walk to her table at Hufflepuff.

" Osamu Dazai."

The man called out as the room felt dead silent, if a pin dropped Dazai was sure it would echo loudly. He felt disconnected from his body as he walked up, earning a collection of soft gasps. Even some of the professors looked heavily on edge.

His legs took him to the chair as he sat, looking out at the wide-eyed children, the room bursting into whispers. None of them are good. In the corner of his eye he watched as Atsushi leaned over to talk to another student, assumingly asking what was happening. Before he could see Atsushi's reaction to the truth he looked away, staring down at the floor as he felt the hat being placed upon his head.

It was silent again, no one dared to breathe. Well, it had been silent.

' You already know where you're going?' the hat spoke directly in his head it sounded like.

Dazai recovered quickly after his first urge which was to throw it off his head. 'Yeah. so just get it over with.' The sound of his own internal voice pushes back.

' But you are rather complicated... Ravenclaw or Slytherin... That is the question.'

Having two voices is a lot more uncomfortable than one would think. 'We both know which one it is. Stop dragging this out.'

The hat stayed silent but Dazai had a feeling he disapproved of his line of thinking. Everyone stared at him, he could tell they all were silently praying he didn't join their table.

"Slytherin!"

The hat called out and no one reacted. It stayed dead quiet as Dazai numbly stood, his feet dragging as he walked on the table. The moment he sat, the two that had been beside him slid away.

Dazai stared at the table and couldn't help but regret not throwing himself off the train when he had the chance.

The ceremony seemed to pause almost, well. That was before a rather loud person announced from across the room- "just who the hell is that kid?" Earning a few gasps and the panicked hushes of his friends.

Dazai would admit, his interest was piqued.

Chuuya Nakahara. He was a third-year student by now, he had started attending because his fathers knew magic despite being human fully, then was shoved onto him. Also his sister worked here so it was good. Though, it's not like he didn't want to be here. In all actuality, he really liked it here. He even managed to get a few friends and a good reputation. 'Rough around the edges but a sweetheart when you know him.' Chuuya didn't get it, he was just as sharp with his friends as everyone else.

He sat at the Gryffindor table next to his friends for good reason. More or less the textbook definition of Gryffindor that his friends would tease him over. Maybe they would regret being too accurate, especially over the boldness and lack of volume control.

Tachihara frantically hushed him, earning a few confused 'whats' from him. "Dude! Read the room!" His voice a quick and aggressive whisper as most eyes were still on the two of them.

"I did read the room fine and I want to know everyone's problem with the guy that looks like a lanky mummy." Chuuya bluntly mocks, leaning against the table in front of him and seemingly still having a volume issue.

Tachihara seemed to notice that the same boy that they were talking about stared right at them. Him doing the only thing he can in punching his shoulder, whispering for him to shut the fuck up and he would tell him after before sitting back up. "Sorry for my friend!" He announces, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile, "go back to what you were doing!"

And even if it started off slow, the ceremony continued, little whispers still ringing true in the large great hall, but those were to be expected.

Soon enough, the rest of the first years were sorted out, they had a feast before the hall was then dismissed with a parting word and warning. Chuuya could hardly process the fact he was being dragged away by Tachihara, a few people watching them until they ended up in an empty classroom. "What the hell was that?" Tachihara hisses.

Chuuya, getting defensive, shouts back. "How the hell was I supposed to know everyone would look at us? I don't even know who the hell that brat is!"

Tachihara sputters, waving his hand around in search of the right words. "Holy shit do you know nothing?!" He loudly accuses.

Now it was Chuuya sputtering, "How the hell would I know that kid?"

His volume raises was enough to get Tachihara to punch his shoulder, "shut the fuck up man! Do you want Yosano or you sister to walk in here?" That managed to shut Chuuya up. Tachihara rubbing his eyes, "look. That kid, Dazai. He is like- really bad news. His dad practiced dark arts, he had worked at Hogwarts only to turn on everyone. Dazai being his son means that something probably went on. I mean- are you tone deaf to rumours? Everyone says he is bond to follow his fathers steps, him being here proves it!"

Despite his warning being put into a rant, Chuuya stares at him unimpressed. "Seriously? You know that's a load of shit right?" Entering third year, Chuuya has learned the lesson to ignore any and all rumours. Unless it's fact, chances are people took creative liberty and changed the story completely to fit their entertainment.

This time Tachihara didn't sputter, instead he took a long deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "Chuuya. I understand your hatred for rumours but please, just this once- and don't say you wouldn't have. We both know you would have- don't go up and talk to him. Try to befriend him. It's not worth it."

Chuuya wants to protest, but the look on Tachihara's face was pleading, serious. He sighs, shaking his head. "Fine. But I won't promise shit."

Tachihara knew that was the best he would get from his friend, sighing in relief. "Alright. Let's get the hell out of here before we actually do get caught for not being in the common room. At least before the first years tour."

Seemingly coming across common grounds, Chuuya nods and opens the door. His eyes widening is a slight surprise to see the man who stood right beside the door, leaning against the wall with a painfully blank face. He could feel Tachihara freeze behind, probably panicked with the colour draining from his face.

Dazai glances over to the two, looking them up and down, analyzing. Suddenly he pushes off the wall, Chuuya noting the height difference. It wasn't too bad, the top of his head reached around his nose, but it was enough that Chuuya had to look up.

To Dazai's surprise, unlike his friend, Chuuya glared at him. Fearless, ignorant. Tachihara looked close to mortified behind him.

"If you are going to speak about someone, make sure you aren't followed." He comments. Even if his voice was blank, Chuuya had heard the condescension in it.

His glare hardens, "maybe if you are going to be a freak and follow people, expect the worst. That includes them talking shit." He sneers, shoving past Dazai enough for him to stumble a bit. Chuuya walks with confidence and Tachihara chases behind him, his mortification doubling.

Dazai watches as the two leave, tilting his head as a sinister smile comes to his face in interest.

A boy so blinded by ignorance even after being told the truth he turns a blind eye.

Slowly, Dazai turns the other way and starts to map out the grounds, looking for different exits, how many hallways could aid him if something were to happen, places to hide if worse comes to pass and he is forced to save himself. The place was confusing, so Dazai knew it would take a day or two to fully memorize the layout. One of these times he was blessed with good memory and good direction skills at least.

He had been looking around for a few hours, the halls were completely abandoned, leading to Dazai assuming there was a curfew and he was breaking it. He wasn't too worried however, worst case he puts up a scared act saying he got lost looking for the washroom.

Holding a blank face, he walks down a long hallway, seemingly almost like a bridge that connects the building to itself. A cold chill resides in him as soon as he steps out, shivering slightly as he looks around. He walks up to the edge and looks out, it's not bad of a jump. But not a guaranteed quick kill unless he were to land on his head, if it were to fail it would be extremely painful, unable to die for an hour around till he bled out.

His eye trailed up from the ground out to a large forest. That was the forbidden forest, the one that at the very beginning everyone was banned from going into. It was dangerous. It could kill you...

So naturally, Dazai made his way down till he was on the same ground that he considered jumping down to, making his way rather calmly into his supposed death. The walk was longer than he would have liked, who knew it was so far. But by the time he got to the treeline he felt his shiver triple. Yet, he couldn't feel anything about it. Not fear, not excitement. Just distant confidence in his skill that he could ward off any painful deaths.

Walking past the trees he fixed the backpack still on his back, having no opportunity to drop it off yet. He didn't feel much different now that he was in the foggy forest. Looking around, he could see things out of the corner of his eye, things he knew weren't real and were meant as a scare factor. Now that he considered, it was actually rather peaceful when you weren't scared. Reaching his hand up he feels for the heavy mist surrounding the area.

The trees were old, extremely old yet beautiful in a sense, letting his hand drag across the trunk, Watching as the especially larger tree almost looked to be shivering under his hand. He has yet to stumble across anything, even the deeper he got. Passing the large rocks and wise trees. The grass under him seemed taken care of even though he knew it was unlikely. Every so often stumbling across a few flowers that he would crouch down to look at further. Really, the place that was supposed to kill him was far more endearing.

He hears shuffling, making him calmly turn his head to where it came from. His eyes falling on a white horse with a horn coming out of its head. A unicorn. It gave him a curious look as he had bent down to look at a colony of ants by the looks of it.

Dazai didn't like animals. Most of them didn't like him either. There was a superstition that animals could sense when people have bad intentions and Dazai always had the eeriness about him. Dogs were the worst.

Yet, this unicorn slowly started approaching him. He was set in stone, ignoring the ants that started crawling across his hand that stabilized him in order to get to their destination. Dazai was prepared for the worst, slowly holding up his hand in defence. He didn't know anything about mythical creatures, they were strictly banned from learning about when he grew up other than the basics. Like how to kill them.

This thing could be wanting to rip him to shreds in the most painful way possible.

He closed his eyes and prepared, wondering if there was time to fumble with his wand enough to defend himself. Yet, just as he was about to try, something rubbed against his hand, something soft. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see that same unicorn rubbing up against his hand.

He paused for a moment, assessing the situation for a moment before standing from his once crouched position. Perhaps the superstition didn't translate well to mythical creatures. Dazai couldn't help but be interested, starting to slowly pet the thing.

It didn't react much other than shutting its own eyes, clearly enjoying the attention. Dazai couldn't help but be a bit amused. Taking his hand away, he turned and started to walk off, brushing off the weird interaction when he suddenly felt something hit his back, making him stumble forward a bit and look back to see what it was. Not surprisingly, there stood the same unicorn, now starting to brush up against his side. It was small, around half the size of himself so it must be young.

Dazai shook his head, walking the short amount to a tree before sitting down against it, waving the creature over. Of course it complied, brushing against his side before settling down by his side, resting his head against his lap as he sighs quietly. Bringing his hand up and slowly starting to run his hand over the fur. It croons slightly, leaning into the touch.

The adrenaline of the whole ordeal has worn down to confusion. Why is a unicorn with him? Why did it approach him and demand his attention? But more importantly- why did he allow it to so easily?

Sighing, he fumbles to his bag off his back without bothering the creature. Looking through the few personal outfits he had and digging in for his book, as soon as he felt it, he pulled it out and something fell out along with that. His wand...

His wand had a lot of history that is for sure. Could it even be called his? Dazai didn't have the blessing of his wand choosing him. No, he was given this wand, it didn't want him like he didn't want it. It took months of heavy and tortures training just to be able to do one spell without it firing back on him. This wand was made by his father, it was supposed to be the strongest wand known to man, but Dazai could barely use it without loads of pure concentration. If he didn't focus on the spell and subject, it would end up rebounding onto himself. It wasn't made for him. It was made for his father, but he got a better one so of course it was now Dazai's responsibility.

But he knew better than to ever get a new one, one meant for him. He couldn't even if he wanted to. He had zero money with no means of getting any. Other than Oda, but Dazai refused to take any of his hard earned money because he himself was a slacker. He didn't need the money anyway. He had all he needed, even if it wasn't ideal. Even after every time he would cast a successful spell it would burn his hand. Even if every time the thing touched him it felt wrong. It was fine, because all the training went to good use. He can use it perfectly and it really was powerful. So as long as he knew what he was doing, keeping his calm. It would be fine.

He shoved the wand back in his bag, subconsciously checking on the burns on his palm. They weren't too noticeable yet, he just had to avoid using it as much as possible.

Picking up the book he just grabbed he flipped it open to the page he left it off on. The complete guide to suicide, a book that would be surely confiscated if anyone were to find out about it so he intended it to be kept a secret.

His hand drifted back to the top of the unicorn's head with a hum, letting himself enjoy the calmness of the moment. Because he knew hell was to come.