WORDS: 2,700+
A/N: Try my hands on a HP AU. I was at Universal Studios Japan yesterday and gathered some inspirations + a friend, mina, enabled be so here we are. Not sure how many people are familiar with HP here but if you like, hope you find enjoyment in this very self-indulging write _(:3


Revelio; a charm used to reveal concealed objects, messages, invisible things, and passages.

The crowd was electrified, soaring to new heights of emotions. It was all quiet one second and then deafening the next, rising to a crescendo and falling to a trickle before the same nervous tension commanded silence once more.

Ravenclaw had just scored another ten points, putting them far beyond their opposing team, Gryffindor, who barely had any chance to score a Quaffle thanks to how intently skilled Ravenclaw’s Keeper was in guarding the goal post, keeping one after another Quaffle away from the goal post. Both the Seekers of the respective team didn’t seem to have any hope in finding the snitch; Ravenclaw’s Seeker seemed pretty antsy now, but Gryffindor’s Seeker, however…

…looked like he’s taking his own sweet time as if he’s simply taking a ride around the Quidditch pitch instead of being in a match.

“Lan Zhan.”

That very Seeker, Wei WuXian, had now drifted close to Ravenclaw’s Keeper, also their strongest player, Lan WangJi, who merely gave him a fleeting glance from the corner of his eyes without answering him.

“Nice block back there! I didn’t even see the Quaffle coming,” Wei WuXian praised. He swung to Lan WangJi’s other side and used the tail of his broomstick — a Firebolt — to sweep against the tail of Lan WangJi’s broomstick, a Cleansweep Eleven. They were now 30 feet above ground level, hovering in front of Ravenclaw’s three goal posts.

“Hey, no need to act so hostile towards me. I’m a Seeker, I hold no threat towards you,” Wei WuXian pouted.

“You should focus on finding the snitch,” Lan WangJi finally spoke.

“Am I disturbing you too much?” Wei WuXian asked instead.

Lan WangJi had his eyes on the field, gaze sharp as he followed the Quaffle just a second ago when he snapped over to glare at Wei WuXian upon hearing his words, glowering at him.

“This is a competition. Concentrate,” he said.

Wei WuXian beamed and came close to him just to pat him on the shoulder.

“I am. Calm down, it’s only half an hour into the match. Don’t you want to enjoy it more before it ends, hm?”

He shifted his attention to the scoring board located on the podium where the important people sat.

“Gryffindor, 10; Ravenclaw, 100. I see we’ve pulled quite a distance apart now. It’s no wonder you’re so concerned about if I’m doing what I’m supposed to do.”

Diverting the smirk to Lan WangJi’s direction, he gave Lan WangJi a wink before he too pulled their distance apart, further, further, and further away, flying to another side of the pitch.

“Where are you going?” Lan WangJi can’t help but ask.

“As you wish, concentrating on the snitch,” he paused just to give Lan WangJi a lustrous grin. “End the game.”

All of a sudden, Wei WuXian sprinted down fast towards Lan WangJi before Lan WangJi could gather what had just happened.

Wei WuXian faked to the left and spun around Lan WangJi to the right. He was moving so fast, his motions so swift it appeared in a dash of a mere shadow, his long hair — tied in a tall ponytail — swept pass Lan WangJi’s position, strands of it stroke on Lan WangJi’s very own tall ponytail, and then, before anyone on the field and on the audience seats can come back to themselves, he was already halting his motions in the middle of the field, raising a tiny golden ball in one hand, its golden wings stretched boastfully to both sides, as he showed it to the rest of the field.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Lan WangJi caught Wei WuXian winking at him from a far distance away while the blaring voice of “Gryffindor, 160 points; Ravenclaw, 100 points. Gryffindor wins the match!” resonated loud and clear in his ears.

He looked away, a slim curve of a smile arched on the corners of his lips before he returned to his team formation, getting ready for the last salute signaling the end of yet another Quidditch game.

The castle was huge, rambling, and scary-looking, especially at night. There were 10 floors in the castle but Wei WuXian had once sworn that he knew an 11th floor that he’d accidentally ventured into when he was tracing a cat’s paw along the fifth floor. Despite his seemingly far-fetched words, no one seemed to be doubting him anyway. The castle was filled with mysteries, very much fitting for someone with Wei WuXian’s nature, who loved spending most of his free time exploring the castle grounds. Every so often, he’d almost get himself into trouble for practicing spells he shouldn’t and entering places he shouldn’t. Before the starting of his fifth year, he was also one of the two students being chosen as Prefect for his house, just for him to decline the responsibility, much to the surprise of many. He’s a regular on most Prefect’s list as a person to keep an eye on, but he was indeed the most suitable candidate in his year to be selected as Prefect. When he rejected it, he said that he’d rather spend his time concentrating on studying and discovering than disciplining other students, that he probably was more prone to breaking rules than following rules. He can’t promise consistency.

In his fifth year himself, Lan WangJi too had been chosen as one of the new Prefects for his house. But unlike Wei WuXian, he’d taken up the responsibility.

Wei WuXian wasn’t surprised though, even congratulated Lan WangJi when they met again on the train heading to school, admiring his Prefect Badge while he’s at it. And, similarly, Lan WangJi wasn’t surprised that Wei WuXian had rejected the recommendation too, despite how it’d become a popular discussion throughout the first term of school year where many students wondered why Wei WuXian — someone so intelligent, talented, and bound to succeed — would reject an offer that would only boost his resume when he graduated later.

No one asked him about it though. And no one ever knew the truth nor did anyone ever know what’s in Wei WuXian’s mind. He never told anyone either, not finding the need to.

But everyone knew one thing — Wei WuXian was still on most Prefect’s favourite list, and now with the newly elected Lan WangJi, he’d become The Prefect who would never fail to catch Wei WuXian when he’s in the midst of wrongdoings.

At the moment, this very Prefect was walking down the dark, gloomy seventh floor in the castle, doing his patrolling duties.

It’s well past curfew time; no one should be allowed to wander in the corridors if not risking their house points being deducted.

Thanks to that, the corridor on the seventh floor now was exceptionally quiet with no signs of humans, alive or not. Lan WangJi took one last look down the corridor and headed towards an opposite direction. He stopped in front of a tapestry where a wizard was trying to teach trolls how to dance ballet. The wizard spotted him and gave him a bow.

“Good day.”

Lan WangJi simply nodded. He looked to one side, like he’s checking something. Upon seeing that, the wizard snickered.

“He’s been there since a few hours ago.”

Lan WangJi returned a gaze at the tapestry, gave the wizard another nod, then walked past the section of the blank wall opposite the tapestry three times before he ceased his steps again.

In the next second, the wall in front of him locomoted, the shape of the bricks fluctuated, soon revealing a door.

The Room of Requirement; a room that can only be discovered by someone who’s in need. It was said that the space in the room changed depending on the intention and wish of the person passing by the door; it could be a toilet, a library, a broom cupboard, an empty, or nothing at all or anything at all. Usually undiscovered, it will only disclose itself when a person with a strong will for an intent passed by it. The door that had appeared on the wall was a humble one; it was scratched and dented with chipped brown varnish with a brass coloured lock and doorknob dulled with age.

With just an easy push, the door was opened, but it had nothing in it — just silence and darkness.

Releasing a muted sigh under his breath, Lan WangJi withdrew his wand — a poplar wand with a horned serpent horn as its core — and waved an elegant motion.


The entire room brightened up in no time. A few nightingales flocked towards him, resting on his shoulders. The room was one of colossal, there were gouges and scratches on the walls, obviously caused by heavy impacts. The furniture was few and classic. Every piece was hardwood, the fabrics were unblemished and the colour coordinate in hushed natural hues. It wasn’t a deluxe place but it’s cozy and it served its intended purposes; the setting unadorned yet practical.

In the centre of the room sat a man, long hair tugged high into a tall ponytail, the same style as Lan WangJi, as he turned around at the sound of the door opening.

“Lan Zhan!”

The same voice, the same expression; every gesture of Wei WuXian reminded Lan WangJi of when he approached him during the match earlier — also this spirited voice, also this jolly expression. He beckoned Lan WangJi over with a finger and as soon as Lan WangJi came close, he found himself staring at a cauldron of weird-scented potion, alongside scattered parchments filled with words flooding all around Wei WuXian.

“You’re later than usual today,” Wei WuXian grinned at him when he came to sit by his side.

“It’s already long past curfew time,” Lan WangJi reminded.

Wei WuXian raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean the ever so disciplined Prefect is going to deduct my house points again?”

“En. Ten,” Lan WangJi answered without any sort of hesitation.

Wei WuXian pouted, “Fine. It’s not like I can’t gain more points than I lost anyway.” He slouched backwards, staring vacuously at the statuesque ceiling, one that looked like there’s no end to it. He took his own wand out — a vine wand with dragon heartstrings as its core — and swayed a ravishing swirl in the air. The ceiling that was once dark gleamed into an elegant colour that represented one of an autumn sky. The nightingales flew towards it like they’d found their home, chirping merrily as they sang a song no one knew the name of.

“What are you studying?” Lan WangJi asked after they spent some time ogling at the bewitching autumn scenery above them.

“Hm? Not sure yet,” Wei WuXian answered mindlessly.

“Not sure?” Lan WangJi asked.

Wei WuXian turned to one side, coming to stare at Lan WangJi, still with the mirthful grin on his face.

“We used to learn about Confusing Concoction in our third year, remember? That potion that causes the drinker to become confused, distracted, or sick.”

“En,” Lan WangJi said. After a pause, he asked. “Do you intend to strengthen it?”

“No way, hahaha!” Wei WuXian laughed, voice echoed boorishly around the vacant, gargantuan chamber. “How can you think about me that way? I know, I know. I fooled you before with a Polyjuice Potion but you managed to expose me straight off, didn’t you? Hmph, and here I thought I’ve done a good job impersonating as someone else, I guess nothing can escape your eyes ever.”

“Then what do you intend to do with the Confusing Concoction?” Lan WangJi asked, refusing to be reminded of that time when Wei WuXian pretended to be someone else and almost made him confess out loud in a Great Hall packed with students taking their dinner before they headed back to their common room.

Wei WuXian straightened himself up and scooped a bit of the potion up, showing Lan WangJi what looked like a reddish liquid.

“Reversing the function,” he said contemptuously.

“We haven’t learned that yet,” Lan WangJi reminded.

“We’ll never get to learn it,” Wei WuXian said instead. “Because no one has ever made one.”

“…You intend to try?” Lan WangJi asked.

“Yup! Don’t you think a Confusing Concoction is dangerous? What if an evil person decides to misuse it for ill-minded intention and causes memory damage to another person? And there’s no cure to it? That’s so intimidating.”

“En,” Lan WangJi agreed.

Wei WuXian beamed. “I knew you’d agree! So even if I have to risk having my house points deducted I still need to try and see if I can work it out.”

Lan WangJi said no more. He merely sat, ready to watch Wei WuXian worked when Wei WuXian edged closer towards him — their distance now non-existing — as he tugged Lan WangJi over by his tie. Lan WangJi’s tie was a different colour as his —one blue, one red — but the satiny sensation still felt the same yet different when he’s holding Lan WangJi by his neck like this.

“May I ask?” Wei WuXian’s note dipped an octave lower.

Lan WangJi‘s throat bobbed up and down. He knew this tone too well; it’s a tone Wei WuXian would always use whenever he’s up to something mischievous, or, something evocative.

The way the shade in Lan WangJi’s eyes tinted darker only atingled Wei WuXian even more as he took Lan WangJi’s hand and intertwined their fingers together.

“If I kiss a Prefect in a hidden room, will I get more points deducted?”

Lan WangJi’s fingers quivered a tad in Wei WuXian’s hand, a reaction that had Wei WuXian’s smirk curving higher.

“Private expression of intimacy is…” Lan WangJi said with immense difficulty. “…not breaking any rules.”

“I see,” Wei WuXian said discreetly.

And then, before Lan WangJi could prepare himself for what’s to come, he felt a soft peck on his cheek, a hand slipped beneath the thick material of his robe as he felt one side of it dropping off his shoulder. Heat rose to his ears right away, his entire body turned rigid. The more Wei WuXian looked at him, the more he felt his heart melt. He inched closer again, and this time, kissed Lan WangJi on the lips. The kiss lingered just very briefly, very gingerly, yet the sheer touch was more than enough to send fire into their veins as they closed their eyes, reveling in the sweet intimacy before that very affection was disrupted by Lan WangJi grasping Wei WuXian on his shoulders and pushing him down to the floor.

“Wow, just because it doesn’t break any rules doesn’t mean you can take advantage of it!” Wei WuXian shrieked, his robes pulled open to both sides, revealing his vest, before he felt a savage kiss on his lips.

“You asked for it yourself,” Lan WangJi growled, voice deep and aroused.

“I was only asking you a question— ahhh okay, okay! I surrender, I was seducing you, my fault, it’s all my fault!”

“You approached me because the snitch was close to me,” Lan WangJi spilled in between pants.

“Wha—“ Wei WuXian was momentarily confused by the abrupt divert of topic before his eyes widened, reminded of something. He burst out into a pelt of laughter. “Hahahaha! Of course! Why else do you think— ahh, okay, I lied! I’m only teasing you. Yes, the snitch was fluttering close to you; I saw it since five minutes into the game. But it’s too boring to end a game so fast so I thought I could talk to you to pass time and to keep an eye on the snitch at the same time. Hey, I’m doing my job too, kay? They didn’t make me Seeker for nothing.”

“I know, I trust you,” Lan WangJi said, a small smile spread across his face, immediately shooting an arrow right into Wei WuXian’s heart at the sight.

Slinging his arms around Lan WangJi’s neck, he pulled the man down and kissed him hard on the lips.

“And I know why they made you Keeper too.”

Lan WangJi looked at him, curious. “Why?”

“Because you’re definitely a keeper!”

As long as it didn’t break rules, there’s always a way to bend things around — even as a Prefect. The castle had many secrets; dangerous ones, as well as… well, intimate ones.


  • Lan Zhan’s wand is made out of poplar wood, the wandlore being “if you seek integrity, seek first amongst the poplars”. It is said to be a wand to rely upon, of consistency, strength and uniform power, always happiest when working with a witch or wizard of clear moral vision. Meanwhile, the core of his wand, horned serpent horn, is an extremely powerful core that will warn its owner of danger by emitting a low musical tone.
  • Wei Ying’s wand is made out of vine wood, in which the owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best. Its core, dragon heartstrings, produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

10 thoughts on “「Revelio」

  1. Anonymous October 29, 2019 / 11:18 pm

    Wow!this is a different story, and its about wizzard and withces. Waah thank you so much i will be keeping eye on this story i will wait for your next update Authornim. Thank you you dod well


    • shinocchi October 30, 2019 / 7:39 am

      Haha, try a different story once in a while 🥰 thank you, I hope this one will be enjoyable too!!


  2. Anonymous October 29, 2019 / 11:30 pm

    Waaaahh HP au, I wish there were more of these. Thank you for the great work!! ❤


    • shinocchi October 30, 2019 / 7:40 am

      Yay, thank you! I’ll definitely write more of this AU if I have inspiration, so glad you enjoyed! 🥰


  3. dutrima October 30, 2019 / 9:03 am

    I am not a big fan of HP but a big Fan of WangXian. This is a very good story in another world of magic with young Lan Zhan and Wei YIng. I would like to know what happen next…teenages discovering love and more. Thank you for your hard work and your unlimited imagination.


  4. Lyn November 6, 2019 / 7:41 pm

    Heheheh……….. This fic is a joy to read… ❤️


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