Harry Potter and the Average Asian

The week before Christmas soon arrived at the doors of Hogwarts with a resounding WOOSH. The school was decorated so splendidly with Yuletide decorations that the most lavish palace could be put to shame. The Great Hall, always a place filled with opulence, caused many first years to shield their eyes from the incredible shine that shone during their meals. Beautiful orbs flashed red, green, and white lights throughout the hall, and Christmas trees lined the walls of the Great Hall, each tree a different theme. One tree was decked with silver ornaments, silver candles with silver flame, and silver faeries flitting about. Another tree had the same arrangement in gold, one in bronze, and another in ebony. One tree even had the arrangement in bright yellow. The yellow faeries were particularly fidgety, as Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw, could attest. He was found the day after Christmas stuck in the lower branches of the tree, yellow faeries spotting him with kisses. The corridors almost matched the Great Hall in brilliance. The knights, who were singing traditional carols as usual, also began trotting about, wishing those who passed a Happy Christmas.

April Garcia was enjoying the festivities possible more then anyone. Many students had gone home for the Christmas holidays as usual, but April stayed. Harry, having realized that Hermione was gone, was glad to have April at Hogwarts for the hols. He and Ron figured she had gone home early for the holidays, and, being Hermione, had been to busy to let them know. They agreed they would forgive her for her negligence in telling them about three weeks after her return.

Once again, April was excited for the holidays at Hogwarts. In fact, she was so excited she could not hide it. She waltzed with the ghosts throughout the hall, and did not seem to mind when they accidentally "stepped" on her feet, causing a chill to run up her spine. She also made sure to place mistletoe throughout the school. The entire school. In fact, not a nook or cranny was devoid of at least a small sprits of mistletoe. Any of the older students staying for the holidays found this occurrence quite enjoyable, and promptly thanked April. Any excuse for an extra snog was a good thing. On the other hand, the few scattered younger students were most uncomfortable. April was found hugging a third year, who, on seeing the mistletoe hanging over a fellow third year student, madly kissed him, ran away, and began crying. April assured him that it was simply the Holiday spirit possessing him, and nothing more.

The morning of Christmas Eve arrived and April was the first to alert everyone to this fact. At breakfast, April could be heard singing, and at dinner she was giving "Christmas hugs" to anyone who strayed within three feet of her. Not many seemed to mind.

Soon the Christmas Eve feast arrived, and the ten or so students staying at Hogwarts took seats around the round table in the Great Hall, which took the place of the four House tables. Much to Harry's chagrin, Cho Chang was present. The conversations at supper also did not less Harry's feeling of doom.

After Dumbledore said several nonsensical words, mounds of food appeared on all present's plates. Far more then they could eat. Harry thought they would be stuffing their mouths so discussions would be limited. He was very, very wrong.

"So…" Cho Chang coughed, "April, haven't talked with you for awhile…"

The students fell silent, and Professor Snape eyed them with veiled curiosity. Ron blanched, his face squeezed up in a grimace, dreading the oncoming exchange.

April, finishing her bowl of rice, looked up from her table setting. "Yeah, it has been awhile."

Cho sat and stared at her.

Ron, always bad at good timing, interrupted.

"Um, April, could you pass the rice, please?"

At this Cho spun to her left, and screwed up her face in fury.

"So just because she's Asian she has to pass your rice?!"

Ron blanched even more and sunk in his chair. "N-no…"

April, on the other hand, grew angry. "Who are you to say that, Cho? He's my friend and would never think or do something like that to be racist! He just wanted the rice!"

Cho turned away and stopped talking with them.

Sighing, Harry began picking at his potatoes, and scratched at his neck. Something seemed to come off his neck as he itched, and Harry soon saw that he had picked off a scab.

"Where did I get that…?" Harry thought aloud, quietly to himself. Shooting a look at his reflection in the gold plate he had been eating off, Harry saw that the spot where Snape had "saved" him was encrusted with dried blood and Snape saliva.

"Probably should have cleaned that up…" Harry thought. "Probably should bathe some, too…"

After about a half-hour of great feasting, dessert came. There were mounds of gingerbread and peppermint ice creams, toffees, fudges, and Christmas cookies galore. There were also bread puddings, and a gelatin mold curiously shaped like a house-elf. Harry avoided this particular treat, thoughts of eating Dobby dancing through his head. Ron, on the other hand, devoured it.

After about ten minutes of dessert, the first moans of fullness could be heard. Dumbledore then passed out crackers to everyone. Harry snapped opened his and found several chocolate frogs, pumpkin turnovers, and a remembrall. He mentally noted to give it to Neville, who could always use an extra one. Maybe the remembrall would remind him. Shooting a look at an anxious looking Ron, who also looked disappointed, he spun around to look at a giggling April. In the cracker was something bright yellow, long, and thick. She quickly hid it away. Once the crackers had been disposed of, the professors and the headmaster wished the students goodnight, and everyone trailed off to their respective dormitories and rooms. April, Ron, and Harry stayed in a group as they began walking to the Fat Lady's portrait, who was singing a high-pitched version of "Greensleeves". About to mutter the password, "Shizm", April and Harry spun around, only to see a very angry looking Cho.

"Ron, why couldn't you just drop it?" She practically spat.

Ron, his face screwed up more than ever, questioned, "…Drop what?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Ron Weasley!" She said in return, turning red.

Ron, turning to Harry, looked thoroughly confused. "What in bloody blazes is she on about?

"Ron! You were asking April to pass the rice because she was Asian!" Cho said, clearly disgusted with him.

At this, April looked at her with absolute disbelief. "Cho, that was nearly an hour ago!"

"You're the one bringing it up!" Cho shot back.

Ron rolled his eyes around wildly, and Harry took a step towards April defensively. April said in return, "Cho…you brought it up! You came all the way to the seventh floor to bring it back up!"

At this, Cho nearly exploded physically. "April Garcia, I am sick of you bringing things up and ruining my life! Just drop it, okay?! This isn't over!"

And with that, she stormed off.

All three students looked flabbergasted, to say the least.

Ron muttered, "She's mental, that one."

Harry nodded in agreement, and April giggled, "I feel bad, though."

"Forget about it," Harry said, hugging April who swiftly hugged him back.

With that, the three climbed through the portrait hole to their extravagantly decorated common room, and to their particular rooms. Visions of sugar plum faeries and eggnog danced through their heads as they went off to sleep. Beady, sinister eyes also invaded the dreamland, but only for Harry.

…To be continued?

Note: This chapter was meant to be in conjunction with the chapter going over Christmas day, but after much consideration (about 2-5 minutes); I decided to keep them separate. The second part of this chapter just would not fit with…the first part of the chapter. Therefore, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, although it's not particularly funny. In fact, it's not very funny at all, but you get the picture. No you don't. Anyway, a Happy Early Holidays to everyone, and thanks once again for reading! Please leave a review to let me know what you think. Happy Early Christmas! Also, I'm aware that they wouldn't eat rice in Hogwarts. They wouldn't really do much of the stuff I make them do in this story, but that's why it's not meant to be taken seriously! So there you go. Thems are the breaks. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy and Joyous New Year.

Happy Christmas!