Harry Potter and the Average Asian

The first weekend of December had rolled around, and with that came the great anticipation of Christmas. The weather gave a surprising last hurrah that weekend. This meant that the weather had warmed a considerable amount from the frigid November, and that the Hogsmeade weekend for December would be quite enjoyable.

Clutching a yellow scarf around her face, April skipped along with Ron as they led they way to Hogsmeade down the path from Hogwarts. Harry and Neville followed, with Draco Malfoy behind them, looking at both April and Harry with crazy eyes. Hermione was nowhere to be found. Neville noticed this the most.

"Where do you suppose Hermione is, Harry?"

"Who?" Harry replied to Neville.

"HARRY. Hermione!" Neville said in exasperation, his round face sweating with the effort of yelling.

"Hermione's not THAT hairy, Neville." Harry answered back, a little shocked by Neville's pronouncement.

Looking sad and shaking his head, Neville walked away from Harry and promptly ran into a tree.

Harry was now strolling along alone, a few paces short of April and Ron. Looking around, he caught a glimpse of some sinister, beady eyes. As he turned his head the other way, he registered what he saw, and swung his head around again. Massaging his now aching neck, he saw that it was only Cho Chang and a 7th year Slytherin, Ben Dover, holding hands. How strange, he thought. Still rubbing his neck, Harry caught up with April and Ron, and, followed by numerous other students, entered Hogsmeade.

April had never been to Hogsmeade, before. Not many students at Hogwarts had gone to Hogsmeade on the usual October date, as they were to busy preparing their costumes for the Halloween masquerade. Now that that event had passed, April was joined by many third years in experiencing the many joys of Hogsmeade for the first time.

As many students ran around the town, many heading to The Three Broomsticks, Zonko's, or Honeydukes, April suggested they try walking the grounds on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Harry and Ron, overwhelmed at the adult witches and wizards frantically shopping for Christmas presents, agreed.

Upon reaching the edge of town, April decided it would be nice to walk through the very dense and dangerous looking woods that had no trail. Harry, his thoughts on how he had met Sirius here nearly two years ago, agreed. He was far to preoccupied on trying not to cry like a baby, so he hadn't been paying much attention to what was being said. Ron, however, was. His face attained a very constipated looking expression, but danger hadn't stopped him before.

"As long as there are no spiders, I'll come." Ron said, blanching.

Giggling, April led the way.

After about an hour of walking, Harry snapped out of his reverie. He noticed April was humming to herself and looking around, and Ron was paler then usual, swinging his head around.

"Uh, Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Making sure there are no spiders! Harry, I hate tap dancing!" Ron squeaked.

"Ok…uh…hey, April…where are we?" Harry asked, turning to look at her.

"I'm not sure…but it's pretty out here!" April answered.

Just then, Harry tripped over a fallen tree. Tumbling down what was now revealed to be a steep hill, April and Ron figured they should join him. After about an hour, they finally reached the bottom of the hill. Harry and Ron were scraped and bruised, but April appeared to be unmarked. As they stood up and brushed themselves off, they looked around. All of their mouths dropped open at what they saw.

Before them lay a small river of what appeared to be brown liquid. The trees were more thinly spread out here, and the sun seemed to shine more brightly. What appeared to be a stag was drinking from the brownish river. Harry's breath caught. A stag…

Ron stepped forward, unable to stop his stupid curiosity. The stag jumped and ran away. Harry felt disappointed at this, as he felt a certain bond with stags. He also felt like hitting Ron fairly hard. That thought was jousted from his mind as he saw Ron bend down and slurp from the river.

"Ron…what are you do-?!"

Ron sat straight up, his entire body shaking, his eyes wild.

"Ron…?" April asked uncertainly, clearly worried about Ron's behavior.

"IT'S MOCHA!" Ron gasped, dipping his face down again and drinking deeply.

"Oh my gosh, are you serious!?" April said, clearly pleased. She went and drank from the river and also began smiling widely. "It IS mocha! Come on, Harry! Try some."

Harry also went and drank from the river, and any bad thoughts in his mind were washed away by the beautiful flavor of the mocha river beneath him. It was the best thing he had ever tasted.

They had discovered a mocha river!

After they all drank deeply, Ron noted the time.

"We should get going, it should be dark soon."

Harry and April agreed, so they treaded back through the dense forest and reached Hogwarts.

Smiling contentedly, Harry noted that today had not been that bad a day. He also noted that he hadn't seen any beady, sinister eyes at the mocha river, either. He stopped and shook his head. Beady, sinister eyes? Where had he gotten such an idea? Going into the Great Hall for supper, Harry ate some toast and then went to bed.

He hadn't noticed that Draco was eyeing him more maliciously then usual, if that was possible. Harry also didn't notice that Hermione had not yet appeared…

…To Be Continued?

Note: This was a fairly lengthy chapter, I suppose, compared to the others I have written. Please excuse this chapter's lunacy. Anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing! I hope you all continue reading and reviewing as this "story" progresses. Thanks again for everything!