OK Everyone. I am still writing the other fic but I have really worked on my writing and wanted to give a new plot bunny a try. I hope you like it! :D :D
Warning: There is some controversial stuff up ahead. If you don't like it, don't read it. FLAMES ARE NOT USEFUL FOR ANYTHING.
That being said, enjoy!
It was, Harry realized, fortunate that Gryffindor had been playing Ravenclaw when the Dementors had glided onto the pitch, sending Harry hurling down fifty feet to the ground below. Well... not fortunate – losing the match and then having to suffer having the bones in his arm being regrown wasn't the usual definition of luck, but as he fell to the ground, he noted something extraordinary.
Cho Chang, had not only caught the snitch, but in the moments before the horror of the Dementors had knocked him from the air, he noticed that she didn't even seem to notice that the Dementors were present. A single person immune to their terrifying power.
Harry mentioned nothing of it to his friends, worried that they might think him delusional if he started spewing strange theories. Eveyone was giving him a wide birth anyway – best not to do anything to make it worse by making everyone think he was a sore loser.
But he did watch Cho from afar, seeing if he could discover any deeper secret to her. If she was a potential friend – and she seemed nice enough – then perhaps she could help him? Still, best to watch from afar...
And watch he did. The Dementors seemed to make the entire school slightly darker, even if they were only on the perimeter of the grounds. Watching the Ravenclaw though, it was clear that something was not quite right – she still had an aura of cheerfulness missing from the rest of the school. Well... most of it.
Because oddly enough, another Ravenclaw seemed unaffected – the quiet Su Li. Reaching a boiling point on his curiosity, Harry went to the library, delving into books that might put the final piece of the puzzle together.
At last, he found it – that single puzzle piece that confirmed all the suspicions he had in truth held in the dark recesses of his mind for years but never dared to speak aloud.
Asian people did not have souls.
It made sense. He reflected on what it ment. In the end he decided that on the whole, it didn't matter – Su and Cho had never been anything but decent to him, and he would be no better than Draco Malfoy if he suddenly treated them differently for no other reason than their lack of souls.
Of course, not having a soul didn't make them bad people. It just didn't make them people.
But he was digressing. Clearly, this was not a well known fact in the wizarding world – Harry only discovered it in a book written in parseltongue in the back of the restricted section. But this could indeed be the knowledge that could prove critical in defeating Voldemort. Harry envisioned it, an army of Asians, immune to the most terrifying creatures in existence.
Voldemort was going to get one hell of a saki-punch, Harry thought with a smirk.
Days later, Harry was ready to put his plan into action.
"Hi err.. Cho." He said, bowing deeply and holding his hands together, fingers up. Immediately, she returned the gesture.
"Hello, Harry." Cho replied, smiling at him.
"I um... I was wondering if I could talk to you and Su Li in private." Harry whispered, eyes darting around. "I want to talk to you about... about how you are not affected by the dementors."
As Cho suddenly grew pale, her tiny eyes getting wider, he hastened to explain. "I'm not trying to blackmail you – I think you're a very nice person and um..." he blushed, looking down, "pretty. And I wouldn't do that to you anyway. But I need you help."
Cho's look of horror disappeared, turning into a cautious expression as she nodded. "OK Harry, we'll meet with you, but promise me you won't do anything to reveal our secret."
"I promise," Harry said.
The next day during dinner before his secret meeting, Harry was feeling very nervous and depressed. It didn't help that Hogwarts was serving japanese food for dinner that day. Poking at his Sweet and Sour Chicken, Harry gave a loud sigh.
"Whath 'ong may?" Ron asked as he shoveled pork dumplings into his mouth.
Harry shrugged, deciding to see where his friends stood on the issue without giving the game away. "The Japanese food has me thinking. What do you think Asia is like."
Hermione shuddered. "It's awful I imagine. The communists won't let muggleborns do magic. And the Japanese never surrendered after Grindenwald fell – they're still a rogue state in the magical world."
Harry nodded, not liking the answers but unsure what to say. "But... individuals could be nice, right?"
Hermione was about to go into another obvious rant, when Ron nudged her in the side, jerking his head towards the Ravenclaw table.
"Oh Harry... you're hopeless." Hermione said affectionatley.
"Wha-?" Harry replied dumbly.
"If you have a crush on Cho, you should ask her out. Not to Hogsmeade, obviously, because you can't go," she said hurriedly, "but just talk to her. She is a nice girl. You shouldn't be afraid that we won't support you."
"Um... yes, in fact, I think I will do that right after dinner. Thankyou." Harry smiled. Even though Cho wasn't right... or is she, Harry wondered... he wasn't interested in asking Cho out... yet... but it gave him a reason to be seen with her after dinner, so he wouldn't have to lie entirely. And ever Hermione agreed that Cho was a good person.
After I talk to them, I can figure out this whole soul thing, Harry decided. Anyway, friend or not, I had better make a good impression – if they side with Voldemort it will be worse than ever before. Harry thought with grim determination.
"Hello Harry," the two girls said together as he approached. Su was clearly more nervous, having not received Harry's reassurances directly. Taking a deep breath, Harry prepared his recited speech.
"I, Harry Potter, humbly come before you asking for your help. I swear upon the spirits of my ancestors that I come in good faith." A flash of green erupted from his wand, making a pair of strange symbols in the air above him.
The two girls smiled, Harry had clearly done the right thing. "Come, Harry – Su has prepared tea, and we have much to talk about." As they entered the empty classroom, Harry noted a tea set was set up in the middle, but it was different than the tea sets he was used to. Harry gasped as the girls removed their robes – letting it out when he realized they were wearing kimonos underneath.
"Now Harry, you have discovered our greatest secret that all asians hide. It is, a long story – sit, listen to the wind like the dragon's breath, lose yourself like one does in the lotus flower, and listen to our words."
Closing his eyes, Harry breathed deeply. A moment later, the two girls began their tale of ancient sadness.
A/N: ZOMG CLIFFHANGER! :D Next chapter will be their story, and Harry asks for their help against Voldemort. I'm sorry if this offends some people, but I am best friends with lots of asian people and this story is a work of FICTION. Also, I hope you will see that some people with souls (like Hermione) are not always nice and Christian. While some people without (Cho and Su) can be. So don't flame!