Title: Wings of the East
Rating: 16+
Warning: Can't think of any as of yet
Summary: Two new 6 years students enroll themselves into Hogwarts – something that have not been done for over a thousand of years! Everyone is at buzz about these two foreigners from America. However, behind the cover of exchange students, something darker lies beneath it all. Two best friends, two different houses, and a chaotic school year; how will Hogwarts survive?
Chapter 1: Letters
Yin Chen was not a happy girl. In fact, she was very, and highly vexed. Sneering at the letter in hand, she felt like burning the piece of paper.
The participants in the room fidgeted a bit, worried.
Turn around sharply to face the participants, "Let me get this clear," she drawled out slowly, hand still clutched tightly at the letter, "you want me, me, to go to this Hogwarts place to help protect some kid?" she stated incredulity.
The participants nodded nervously as sweat began to form at the sight of Yin's darken glare.
"Are you out of your mind!" Yin snapped. "I'm going to be a junior soon! I can't spend my sophomore year learning some useless magic that won't help me in my future! I'm going to get a job in the muggle world! I can't afford to waste such valuable time!"
Everyone flinched at Yin's raising voice.
"The kid is the same age as me for god's sake!" Yin continued her ranting. "He should be able to protect his god damn shelf! And what's more," she sheath out, "reports shown that he is more than capable to keep himself alive until the end of the year," taking a deep breath, Yin shot the participants a firm scowl, "I refuse to accept this mission. And do even think about forcing me! I won't do it!"
With that, Yin walked out of the room with an angry slam at the door.
Amita raised a brow at the sight of her disgruntled best friend. "What's with you?" she asked the Chinese.
"What's with me?" Yin snorted, "This is what's with me," she held out the letter, shoving it at Amita as if it was a plague.
"Oh?" Amita grinned, "You got one too, huh?"
Yin stared at Amita in mild shock. "Too?" she asked, "don't tell me you got one as well."
"Well," the Indian smiled, "Got one just this morning." Ignoring the upset face Yin made.
"Are you going?" Yin inquired, warily, biting down a groan, "Please don't tell me you are!"
Amita shrugged, "Don't know. But the Elders are considering it."
Yin let out a frustrated moan, "Just wonderful!" she muttered sarcastically. "Just wonderful!" Burying her face in her hands, Yin sighed, "I hate letters."
Amita laughed, "Come on, I thought you would love studying aboard!"
Yin snorted, "Not when it comes to magical schools," she shot back.
Amita grinned, "But it'll be a lot of fun!" she encouraged. "You were always the one who tried to get me to do something like this!"
"Priorities," Yin waved. "And I thought you were the one who would protest against this!"
"Well, it doesn't really matters," Amita shrugged, "it's not really our choice to say if we want to go or not."
Yin glared at the letter, "Not if I have something to say about it!" she muttered underneath her breath.
Amita laughed, "You're hopeless, Yin," dragging her best friend down the halls, "come on, we'll be late for class!"
Yin followed reluctantly; the letter that was in her hand earlier laid forgotten on the floor.
If anyone were to find it, they would have thought it was a joke.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbeldore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Chen,
We are please to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. we await your owl no later than July 31st.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
Of WITCHCRAFT and
WIZARDRY
Chapter 2: New Arrivals
Yin glared at the small compartment with distaste. She had always hated small places and this was no exception. Glancing at her compartment-mate, Yin stared blankly at the Indian girl before her.
If I'm going to be bored to tears, mind as well drag someone down with me! Yin thought smugly.
Amita, however, ignored the intensified glare, and continued to read on with her books.
Not liking the unresponsive reaction, Yin 'hmmfed', and decided to focus all her attention on how to get even later on.
Looking out the window, Yin sighed in irritation. Just how did she get stuck on the train on the first place, again?
/Flashback/
"Hey, Yin," Amita shouted after her best friend when the final bell of the day rang. "I'm so happy that school is over today!"
Yin grinned happily. "Of course you're happy. Who wouldn't be when their last period is Biology? Is Mrs. Une scary as usual?"
Amita held back a snicker at the mentioning of Mrs. Une. "Yup, just about."
Laughingly, the two friends headed for home.
However, before Amita and Yin even step a foot out of their school's property, their parents struck.
"Amita," Mr. Abha started, "you are attending this Hogwarts School next year."
"Same with you, Yin," Mrs. Chen added. "We have already taken care of all of the paper works."
And with that, both parents ran away before anyone of them could protest.
Yin and Amita stood in the dust immobile. Blink, blink.
"What just happened?" Yin asked blankly.
Amita stared at the empty space in which their parents once was, "I don't really know myself…"
/End of Flashback/
Thus, there they were, in the Hogwarts Express, heading for disaster.
"Don't you wish your family don't believe in magic?" Yin asked Amita wishfully.
Amita looked up from her book, "I can't really say, I mean we practice it on regular bases."
"We do it almost everyday," Yin muttered, "I always thought my family was pretty logical, despite we can perform some elemental powers."
"You sure took it pretty well," Amita commented.
Yin grinned, looking out the window thoughtfully, "You weren't there when I threw a bit fit and thought my family was crazy. I tried all summer to get them to reconsider!"
"Logic was always your thing, huh?" Amita teased.
Yin's face puffed up indignantly, "Of course! Just because Chinese have a long history and believe in spiritual things and all that crap, doesn't mean I am all into magic. We are in the twenty-first century for god's sake. Magic is a thing of the past; logic is today and the future."
"I was always was big on magic, so I guess I wasn't as shocked or more like reluctant as you," Amita thought out loud. "Must been hard on you."
Yin snorted, "You think?"
Harry Potter walked down the corridors of Hogwarts Express with exhaustion. Hermione and Ron both have perfect meetings, and almost every compartment is full. Warily, he headed for the last compartment of the train, praying that it was empty.
Opening the door, Harry stepped in.
Yin and Amita jumped at the sound of the compartment door opening. They weren't expecting anyone to come in.
"Umm..," the intruder asked uncertainly, "Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full."
"…sure," Yin nodded slowly, being the first to recover. "Go ahead,"
The boy nodded gratefully, "Hi, I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
Yin, being the outgoing person that she is, grinned and reach out to shake his hand, "I'm Yin Chen, and this is my best friend Amita Abha. Nice you meet you."
Harry smiled back shyly. "Nice to meet you."
"So, how long have you been at Hogwarts?" Yin questioned, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to gather some information. There was no way she's reading Hogwarts, a History; it was so boring!
Harry looked startled at the question. "Are you new?"
Yin nodded.
"But you don't look like First years!" Harry stated.
Yin and Amita exchanged looks.
"First years?" Yin inquired confusingly before brightening up in some short of realization. "Oh! Yea, we are first years" she stated proudly.
Harry looked confused, and in disbelief. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen," Amita answered.
"Then you can't be first years!" Harry exclaimed, perplexed.
"In China First years are equivalent to sophomore in America, so I guess it's the same in England, right?" Yin reasoned.
Harry looked baffled. "China? America?" he asked, "You're not from around here are you?"
"So? What if we are not?" Yin glared, slightly offended by Harry's tone of voice.
"N-no, that's not what I mean," Harry muttered meekly. "It's just that I never met anyone attending Hogwarts as old as you," he explained. "Most new comers are first years; judging your age, you guys should be six years – same as me."
Amita nodded at the explanation, while Yin shrugged.
"We are from America," Amita explained. "I'm Indian while Yin's Chinese though. We are on an exchange student program."
"It's not like I want to be here," Yin protested, "but my parents didn't really give me much of a choice."
"Why?" Harry questioned, his curiosity was at its peak. Hermione must be rubbing off of me.
Amita grinned mischievously, "Yin is very logical, so naturally when she received a letter on the request of attending a magical school; she was all but about to burn the thing."
Yin nodded in agreement, joining the play, "But tragic falls, as I discover that my family actually believes that this is a great opportunity to learn western magic, and force me to attend the said magical school." Yin sniffed, "Oh, the pain!"
Harry snickered a bit at the girls' antic. "I'm sure it's not that bad."
Yin pouted, "Oh? How would you feel when you discover your life in ruins?"
Harry raised a brow, "That bad?"
Amita nodded solemnly, "She likes her logic a bit too much."
"Well," Harry grinned, "I'm sure you'll love Hogwarts nonetheless once you get there."
Yin grinned, "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I'll be the judge of that."
"And I'm sure she'll deny it when she do fall in love with Hogwarts," Amita stated dryly.
Yin glared.
Harry laughed. Somehow, he has a feeling that this year was going to be more exciting than usual.
Chapter 3: Sorting Hat
Amita and Yin arrived at the school a bit passes nine. Riding the boat to the castle, Yin shiver slightly at the ghost horses.
"Hey, do you think we'll be in the same house?" Yin questioned.
"I don't know, but I don't like the idea of having someone poke at my head," Amita confessed.
Yin nodded in agreement. After hearing all about Hogwarts from Harry, Yin was really not looking forward toward all the prejudice.
The hall was a buzz as new and old students fill the Great Hall. Harry sat between his two best friends side with excitement.
"You won't believe this!" he smirked. "But we got two exchange students from America!"
Hermione lean forward. "Really? But that haven't been done for over a thousand of years in Hogwarts' history!"
"Well, we got two now!" Ron grinned, turning toward Harry he asked, "Are they girl or boy?"
"Both of them are girls," Harry confirmed, "I sat with them in the train ride here; they are really nice. At first sight they look really quiet, but they were lots of fun once you get to know them."
Harry smiled at the memory of Yin antic when Amita accuse her of being a baby.
"Look!" Harry suddenly spotted the two girls, "there they are!"
Hermione and Ron crank their neck to see. It wasn't hard to spot the two new students as all the first years were shorted.
The crowded around them buzzed about, all wondering why there was two girls still standing in line.
Smiling at the student's excitement and confusion, Dumbledore chided his glass. "Welcome back to another year of school. As many of you notice there are still two students unsorted. They are here on an exchange program from America. I hope everyone will treat them well. Now, Ms. Abha will you please step forward."
Amita glanced at Yin nervously. Damn, why did she have to be the one who have to go first?
Yin grinned, and threw her a teasing smirk.
Reluctantly, Amita walked toward Professor McGonagall.
Um…interesting, an easterner, I see
Amita gasped slightly. "Um hi…"
So Ms. Abha, you are quiet the intellectual. Ravenclaw would be delighted for your addition…but no…you have too much courage and braveness for the house of Ravens. Hardworking but not vicious…have quiet the mean strike young lady. Slytherin perhaps? No…wait, that's not right…Yes…there is no doubt, you belong in….
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat bellowed.
Almost immediately, Amita's robe embosses the crest of the lions. Harry and his housemates clapped for their new addition.
Amita walked and sat down by Harry, a bit relieved that at the very least she got placed with someone she knows.
"Ms. Chen." McGonagall called.
Yin grimaced slightly as the attention shifted to her. Sitting down on the stool, Yin await for her faith.
Hello, another eastern I see,
"Hello, Mr. Hat-sir, Yin beamed mentally, her confidence and energy bubbling about through her body. "Are you going to sort me now?"
Of course, now let's see…good mind, but not a genius, I doubt you would like to be in Ravenclaw. Not really hardworking, quiet lazy at times, Hufflepuff is not suited for you…brave…but not rash…not Gryffindor is out of the question….alright, I see, you belong in…
"SLYTHERIN!"
Yin grinned, and bounced off the stool, waving a sad 'bye-bye' at Amita and Harry; Yin walked toward the house of snakes, and sat down by Malfoy.
"I thought she was going to be in Gryffindor for sure," Harry muttered, upset.
Amita snorted. "Nah, she wouldn't give up a chance to not be in the snake den."
Ron looks at Amita sharply. "She likes snakes?" he asked.
"It's her zodiac," Amita stated. "Besides, just because she looks nice, doesn't mean a thing. She's evil."
Hermione frowned at the statement, "That's not nice. I'm sure not everyone in Slytherin is evil."
"Mione!" Ron protest, "We are talking about Slytherins! How can they not be evil?"
Hermione glared at Ron, "Ronald!"
"That's right mate," Harry injected. "Yin isn't evil…well, not evil bad that is. I kind of feel bad for her, though."
Amita shrugged, "It doesn't matter, really, Yin makes friends easy. I'm more worry about her causing chaos for the house then anything else."
Harry raised a brow. "Oh?"
Amita nodded solemnly, "Like I said, she's evil. She'll drive her housemate up the wall before she gets bored. Oh, well," Amita grinned, "better them than me."
Somehow, Harry doesn't doubt it that Yin would cause trouble. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Yin talking to a flustered Draco Malfoy.
"Come on, Dragon boy," Yin said, "Just pass the stupid drum-stick!"
"For the last time! My name is DRACO! Not DRAGON BOY!" the blond glared.
Yin waved it off, "Same difference, now pass the drum-stick!" she stated firmly.
"Why you!" Draco puffed, "Do you know who I am?"
"You," Yin jabbed, "are a meanie who won't pass the food."
Blaise snicker slightly at the interaction, before handing over the basket of drum-stick to Yin.
"Thank, Blaise!" Yin grinned, "You're awesome, unlike some stinky dragon here."
Draco flustered indignantly, "I'm not stinky!"
"Sure you're not," Yin snorted, "you're just mean!"
Draco groaned. "Why did I even bother to offer my hand in friendship?"
Yin struggled. "You were stupid?" she inquired helpfully.
Blaise laughed. "I have a feeling that Draco here is going to have white hair by the end of this year."
"Hey!" Yin defended herself, "It's not my fault! He offered his hand first! So," turning toward Draco, "suck it up like a man and deal with it!"
"I don't want to deal with it!" he protested.
"Are you saying that you're not a man then?" Yin smirked slyly.
"YIN!"
The hall stared at the erupted Draco Malfoy.
Amita and Harry traded looks.
Yup, it's going to be an interesting year indeed.
"I hate you," Draco muttered, as hide his face.
Yin and Blaise grinned smugly, "Love you," both of them piped.
And thus, the year took off with a big "YIN!"