Chapter 2 - I was alone

I jumped about a foot high.

"Who are you?" I demanded to know, clutching the blanket and extremely glad that I was dressed, though in Quidditch robes. Or so it seemed.

The stranger looked at me through watery eyes. To my horror, tears sprang into her eyes - again. I briefly wondered if it was my fault.

"Are you okay, Chang Ling?" she asked softly, and grasped my right hand. "I'm Cho - Cho Chang." When I didn't reply, her shoulders slumped. "Your... cousin?"

"My name is Zhang Lin," I snapped. "Not Chang Ling." I gave her a look. "We are related?"

Cho - or so she called herself - nodded. She touched my forehead and I slapped her hand away. She looked like she wanted to cry again.

"The bludger must have hit you too hard," she whispered. "It's all that dirty Flint's fault."

I sat up. "What happened?" I asked, mainly out of curiosity.

"We were having a Quidditch match against Slytherin," Cho started to explain, after a moment's hesitation. "You're a Chaser, Ling, and I'm the Seeker of the Ravenclaw team. You were holding the quaffle and well, Flint being Flint, cheated and grabbed the club out of their Beater's hand and smacked it towards you - " She sniffed. " - And you ended up here."

Alas.

I was stuck in this Harry Potter world where everyone thought they were witches or wizards. Stuck in this crazy world. How the heck am I going to get back?

God help me.

"I must have temporary amnesia," I told Cho. A little bit of relief was shown on her almond-shaped face.

I jumped out of bed. "I'm alright now," I announced. "And starving. Is it time for dinner?"

A smile spread across Cho's face. "Yes," she said, looking pleased, of all things. "I'm glad you are okay, Ling."

As we walked to the Great Hall, I learnt lots of things about me and well, my family and all that. In this world, my name was Chang Ling, as much as I hated the pronunciation. I was a Ravenclaw, like Cho, except I was in seventh year. My parents were "muggles", she said. I was a supposedly prefect and had my own prefects' common room, along with the others, including Marcus Flint. How a great and stupid bully became a prefect was beyond me.

"Oh look!" someone said coolly from behind. "If it isn't the mudblood."

Tension settled on Cho's face while I tried to recall what it was. Mudblood... mudblood... ah, yes. A vulgarity to scold muggleborns.

"That's Marcus Flint," Cho muttered.

"So he is," I murmured, and without warning, I spun around with the intention of giving him a lecture.

Except, I was met with seven pairs of eyes and all of them were in green Slytherin robes. I had no idea which was Marcus Flint.

I stared at the person nearest to me, the one with blonde hair and grey eyes.

"Look, Flint," I reasoned. "I know you've been in love with me since first year but please, no nicknames. I get terribly embarrassed when you do that -"

Cho stifled a laugh and tugged at my arm. Deciding to stop there, I turned back around, triumphant.

Just where is the goddamned common room? I had been searching around the huge school for ages and I haven't got a clue. I asked Cho, and she did not know as well.

A guy in Slytherin robes passed by me. Normally I would not mess with these kind of people, but hell, I was desperate.

"Hey," I called, hurrying after him. "Wait up!"

He gave me a backward glance and continued walking.

I frowned. What was wrong with him? I sprinted forward and gripped his arm. I have a strong grip, thanks to fighting off jerks.

Whoa.

I jumped back. Wasn't that... Jamie Yeates? Except for the teeth, that is.

"What are you doing here?" I said aloud, trying to hide my surprise.

He grabbed the collar of my robes and pulled me up a few inches off the ground. "My name happened to be Marcus Flint and I study here," he spat. "You better respect me and not give trouble."

My, my, my. Does he sound like Jamie Yeates. Obnoxious fellow.

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away. He dropped me and I stumbled, trying to catch my breath.

"So, you're Marcus Flint," I noted. An unusual heat rose in my cheeks.

Flint gave me a look, then laughed. Out. Loud. Caught off guard, I glared at him, speechless.

"No wonder you were staring at Malfoy this evening," he said loudly. What did he want to do? Let the whole world know? "You've forgotten who I was!"

I had never been so embarrassed in my life. And embarrassed by a fictional character, no less. "Whatever," I snapped. "I need to go to the common room. Where is it?"

Flint snorted in laughter. "You've got amnesia!"

I slapped him. Tried to, for he caught my arm expertly. He wiped the tears of laughter - damn it! - off his face and said to me, "Follow me, Chang. I'll show you."

So there I went, trailing after Flint like a lovesick puppy. How totally gross is that?

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In the next chapter... Zhang Lin has a head-on collision with Marcus Flint! What will he - and she - do?

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