P.S: This story does not take place as the book. I'm just using the 6 year. Anyway Thanx you for checking this story out!
Chapter 4: Waking Up and Getting Lost
Yin doesn't like the schedule that she currently held. She like the stairs a whole lot less as she wander up and down for the fifth time.
Ok, so she's not good with direction. Yin has confident that she will find her class…eventually.
Sighing, she wished that Amita was with her. At the very least, Amita have a better sense of direction than her…ok, that's a lie, Amita is worst than her, but still…that way Yin wouldn't have to wander the halls alone!
Puffing her chest up with indignity, she muttered something about some 'stupid portrait' and how she should just rip it to pieces for not letting her in.
Oh, it's not like the Fat Lady doesn't like her. Oh, no. The Fat Lady likes Yin alright. But rules are rules, and seeing that Yin doesn't have the Gryffindor password, the portrait refuse to open the door for her.
Swearing her bad luck underneath her breath, Yin continued to wander aimlessly around the hallways, all the while glaring at ever stairs she encounters – which is a lot.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was happy that she had woken up early to explore the castle. At least she knows that she won't be late for class…if she finds it before 7:30 that is.
Amita woke up with a groan. Something's not right. The bed beneath her feels too soft, when did her parents get a new bed for her? And why are there curtains on her window? The last time she checked, she has blinders. Rubbing her eyes, Amita looked around her surrounding with confusion.
Big brown eyes greeted her.
"Ahh!" she yelped. "Yin! Don't do that!"
The eyes blinked. "Yin?" the owner of the orbs questioned. "I'm not Yin."
Amita looked back at the eyes more carefully, her mind agree silently, Yin never enters her room without permission – heck, like Yin can even get into her house! But then who does the eyes belongs to? Bushy hair and a bossy voice…at once Amita narrow her eyes. Nope, not Yin then.
"Sorry," Amita apologized, getting out of bed. "My mistake, Hermione, is it?"
Hermione nodded. "I take that your friend wakes you up in the morning." She deducted.
Amita snorted, "As if! I'm lucky if she is even up when I go get her for school."
Hermione raised a brow.
"She almost always late or overslept," Amita grins. "Only on rare occasions is she on time. And even rarer being earlier than necessary."
Hermione nod understandingly. "I know how it is. That's how Ron and Harry are, being late that is. I don't think they will ever be on time or earlier."
Amita smirked. "I don't doubt it."
Both girls exchange giggles. It seems like they would get along just fine.
Walking out the common room, Amita decided to see if her friend is awake. Just as she exist the portrait door with Hermione, Ron, and Harry, the Fat Lady called out to her. "Ms. Abha, your friend Ms. Chen was looking for you."
Amita halted. "Really?"
"Yes, unfortunately she does not have the password," the Lady confirmed.
"Where is she now?" Amita was almost afraid to ask.
"Wandering the hall I suppose," came the reply.
Amita groan. Her worst fear came true.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked worriedly.
Snapping her head at Harry, Amita stated in a dull tone, "Yin couldn't find her own room even if she has a map!"
Hermione gasped. "Oh, that's horrible! Do you mean to tell us that she's lost?"
Amita nodded solemnly. "Seems like it,"
"But this is Hogwarts!" Ron protested.
Hermione snorted, "Exactly Ronald, Hogwarts stairs moves!"
The four friends exchange a look of horrors before nodding to each other.
"Let's find her before class starts," Harry said.
The friends spread out.
Chapter 5: Teachers and Classes
Meanwhile, Yin continued her futile search for her classroom.
Potion class, by all logic should be in the upper parts of the castle, thought the Chinese, After all, science classes are always on the top floor so the smoke can evacuate the building more effectively. Nodding her head at her marvelous deduction, Yin waited for the next stair to move.
Such conclusion…no wonder the hat had wanted to sort her into Ravenclaw. Unfortunately, her deduction was incorrect. Oh, well, the hat always knows the best…
So thus, Yin continued on with her wandering. Not a clue or a sight on where and how to get to her destination.
It was then, when Yin was about to once again step on to one of the horrible stairs did she saw help.
A dark figure glided down the hall, his cloak fluttered and whips about. Yin stared in wonders. She wished her Chinese cloak could flutter about like that.
The figure halted at the sight of Yin. "What are you doing, wandering the halls?" the figure snapped.
Yin blinked. Inwardly she was shocked. Never had a teacher disliked her outright. Bowing politely, as she will so often drill by her family, she answered the mean teacher, "I'm lost sir. I can't find the potion room…"
The teacher frowned a bit, but didn't comment. Noting the green and sliver upon Yin's robes, one Potion Master, Snape sighed softly. "Well, then," he said warily, feeling a headache forming just at the thought of teaching these brats. "Come with me."
Yin blinked yet again. The man's behavior puzzles her. One minutes it looks like he was about to bit her head off, then next he was offering help…not in a nice way, mind you, but it was help nonetheless.
Not wanting to get on the man's bad side anymore than she might have already had, Yin protested in a meek way, having years of experience with teachers – the meeker she acts, the more they will feel compel to help, "I don't mean to be a bother, sir."
Snape bit back a snort, all the while thinking, This girl won't last a week in Slytherin…, "No bother," he grunted, "I can't loose one of my own students on the first day of school, now can I?"
Yin's eyes widen in recognition; it was the head of her house. Nodding, Yin followed. Now if what Dragon Boy said is true, potion class would be a breeze…
The four Gryffindors all gathered in the great halls, one panicky, two flustered, and the last calm.
"No luck, mate," Ron panted heavily as he was forced by Hermione to run around the halls like a maniac.
Hermione shook her head sadly; she too panted heavily.
"Maybe she found her class?" Harry suggested hopefully.
Amita, however – after many minutes of revaluating the situation at hand, just shrugged. Knowing her friend, Yin should be fine – even if it means to drag some poor soul down into helping her to find the way, Yin could be pretty forceful when lost.
"I'm sure, she must have," Amita grinned. "Besides, even if she didn't, it's just matter of time that she find her way back to her dorm."
The Golden trio stared at Amita in shock. Doesn't Amita care that her friend is lost?
And that's how one Draco Malfoy found the four Gryffindors – three which mouths hung open in disbelief.
"Well, well, well," Draco drawled out to the stone stiff Gryffindors, "What do we have here? What's the matter, Potter? Finally found out that you are not as well liked as you thought?"
Ron snapped out of his shock state and growled at Draco. "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Nothing that concerns you, weasel," Draco sneered.
Ron turned a dark shade of red. Opening his mouth, he tried to respond.
However, before he could come up with an insult, Amita interrupted the red-head.
"Have you seen Yin?" she asked the blonde blankly.
Draco blinked. Ok…that was not what he had expected. Unsure how to handle the impassive girl, he shook his head, "No, why?"
"She's lost!" Hermione injected, momentarily forgetting that Malfoy was an enemy.
Draco raises a brow, "Lost?"
"Seems like it…" Amita sighed. "If you see her, tell her that I was looking for her," she ordered Draco off-handily.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "And why would she want to speak with you, Gryffin-dorks?"
Amita shrugged, "I suppose it's the same reason she calls you 'Dragon Boy',"
Draco flushed a pink.
Harry and Ron snickered softly behind Amita. Hermione scowled them lightly, but couldn't hide her mirth.
Not knowing what else to say, Draco turns to leave, departing with an angry 'humph'.
Behind the departing figure, "That was brilliant!" Ron grinned at Amita in awe of her witty insults. (But then again, anyone who could tell Malfoy to 'soff off', not matter direct or indirect was a hero of his.)
Amita smirked, "Well, now we know Yin is good for something," she teased.
Harry laughed. "I suppose."
"Come on let's get to class," Amita suggest. "I'm sure that 'Dragon Boy' would look for Yin for us."
The trio nodded uncertainly.
Walking toward the dungeons, "We have double potion first," Hermione stated matter-a-factly to Amita.
"Great," Ron groaned after them. "Snape first thing in the morning."
Chapter 6: Potion and Mishaps
Draco wasn't worried. No really, he wasn't. Why should he be worried about some annoying Chinese girl being lost? Heck, the said annoying girl was the one who damned him with such an awful nickname. So, in conclusion, there is no real reason to be worried about the girl. Nope, not one bit.
"Then why are you stabbing your breakfast?" Blaise asked questioningly.
Damn, did he rant out loud?
"Yes, you did," the Slytherin answered, amused.
At this, Draco glared pointy at Blaise.
Blaise just smiled back without much of a flinch.
Sighing, Draco concluded that he was cursed. "Shouldn't we be going to our class now?" he tried to change the topic as he stood up and grabs his books.
Blaise shrugged, "Aren't you worried about Yin?" he asked, but followed the blonde nevertheless.
Draco threw Blaise a glare, "No, she's a Slytherin; she'll find a way out of her own troubles."
The brunet glanced at his friend thoughtfully, clearly heard the unmistaken worry tone that the blonde carries. However, Blaise didn't comment, knowing full well that Draco would deny it, and maybe bite his head off. Sighing to himself, Blaise made a mental note to keep an outlook for Yin.
The walk to potion class was not a very long one for Yin and Professor. Although she was utterly confused by the illogic of things, Yin made no complains.
Following the Professor in front of her, venturing deeper into the dungeons, Yin shivered at the draft. Suddenly, she has a bad feeling about the class.
The potion room was divided evenly between the Slytherins and Gryffindors. It was almost as if there was an unwritten rule; the right solely belongs to the Lions, and the left solely belongs to the Snakes. No one needs to tell the students twice; Slytherins and Gryffindors just do not mix.
As Yin walked in the class along side with her Professor, all eyes were clearly set upon her.
Who? Everyone thought, would be brave enough to enter the class with horrid Professor Snape at the same time? Not before or after him?
Unaware or perhaps just too lost in her own confusion, Yin failed to note the eyes. In fact, she failed to note that she had now happily arrived in her class, and continued to follow Snape up to his desk. Said the Professor was slightly annoyed was not a lie.
Hissing lowly at the idiotic girl, Snape ushered Yin off to a seat, not caring where, just as long as she was out of his hair.
The poor girl; confused as always. Yin sat down on the right of the classroom.
Sitting down, Yin glared at the Professor for a good second before turning her attention to the boy who share the desk with her.
Studying the boy curiously, Yin sticks out her hand in greetings.
"Ni hao (hello)," she beamed happily, "I'm Yin."
The poor boy sweated a little, not giving her an answer or hand.
Yin frowned. How rude! She doesn't understand why the boy is so nervous, nor why does he ignore her. She was only trying to be nice.
The boy fidgeted anxiously under Yin's intensive stare.
"Ms. Chen!" Snape snapped. "What are you doing?"
Yin turned her head facing her teacher, and raised a brow. "I'm…err…just introducing myself," she answered uncertainly. Why is her teacher yelling at her? She hasn't done anything wrong…yet…
Snape frowned. "And do tell, why are you introducing yourself?"
Yin's brow rose higher, "Um…because it's manner?"
Unsure how to take the reply, Snape glared at the boy next to Yin as if it was his fault. "5 points from Gryffindor for having bad manners. Clearly Ms. Chen here is trying to greet you which you ignored. 5 points to Slytherin for being the role model for the younger students," he sneered.
The boy cowered as the Slytherins snickered and throwing admired glance at Yin – which she missed as she too, was busy glaring at Snape along with the Gryffindors at the unfair display of favoritism.
"Professor!" she began, "I don't think -"
"Yin! You made it!" a voice called out, cutting Yin off her protest, and was promptly glomped by Amita. "Thought you were lost."
Yin glared at the weight upon her and hissed, "I got to my class without a map, didn't I?"
Amita smirked in response, "And pray tell who is the poor soul you damned into helping you?"
Yin hissed. "I didn't damn anyone."
"Oh?" Amita inquired.
"Oh," Yin confirmed.
"I hate to break this…conversation, however," Draco interrupted, "just so you know, Professor Snape would like to say something." A smirk was firmly upon his face, knowing full well that his Godfather was not happy with the interaction between the Chinese and the Gryffindor. However, underneath it all, Draco was also displeased that Yin was even associating herself with the Lions. Oh well, more entertainment for him.
Both girls turned to find an angry potion master looming above them.
"Uhhh…right," Yin smile sheepishly. "Sorry, Professor."
Snape choose to ignore the black-haired girl. "5 points each from Gryffindor," he barked out instead, "for being late!"
Harry and Ron glared at Snape while Hermione and Amita sulked.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Snape snapped when the said Gryffindors did not scamper to their seats, "Sit down!"
Turning to Yin, he glared, "Ms. Chen, you are new here, so I will excuse you this time, however, understand that you are to sit on the left side of the room."
"Why? Is it some kind of seating arrangement?" Yin asked, still not fully gotten over her anger.
"The left side, Ms. Chen," Snape growled, staring down at the girl.
Deciding that it was not worth the trouble, Yin nodded curtly, and got up from her seat and sat next to Draco.
"You shouldn't get on his bad side, Yin," Draco warned, "You're going to hear it later."
Yin glared, but didn't comment.
Potion, Amita declared, was a long and boring class. It was the most horrific experience she ever had in her life. Perhaps it was due to the constant criticism that her house had received from the teacher, or perhaps it was because the lack of instructions that was given to them. Either way, it had nothing to do with her hatred for the class.
Glancing at Yin, she envy the Chinese girl's ability to mix and slice whatever it was needed to be incised.
Yes…that's right, the sad truth and reason behind why Amita hated the class lies solely on her horrible cooking skill.
What? You don't believe it? What does cooking and potion have to do with each other? Why everything of course! Cooking is like making potion. Just a dash of ingredient here and there, with the right temperature, on the right time…everything is good to go. However, for Amita it seems, there is just never the right amount of ingredients - and even if there is, who would want to touch such slimly, and ill-looking ingredients? (Ewww…is that a tentacle! And is that thing still moving!), and it was never the right temperature…or the right time…
Amita hates it…and it seems like her cauldron agrees with her as it bubble in an ugly yellow.
"Amita! Phsss!" Yin hissed at her.
Amita turned toward Yin. "What?" she whispered.
"Don't do that!" Yin whispered back franticly, "Don't do it!"
"Do what?" Amita glared as she dropped in the porcupine quills.
"That!" Yin's eyes widen. "That!" she shouted. Yin's voice rang throughout the classroom.
Everyone's head snapped to see what's going on.
"What's going on?" Snape snapped, also turned his attention toward the two.
Purple smoke erupted from Amita's cauldron in response to Snape's question.
Yin whimpered. "You weren't supposed to add them before the frog's legs!" she wailed.
Two words popped into Amita's mind: Oh shit…
It's just two quills, surely it can't be that bad…right….right!
The smoke continued, and soon it covered the room in its thickness.
"Yin?" Amita shouted out, "Help!"
A hiss came in response.
Amita frozen. What was that?
Another hiss…something wrapped around Amita's legs…
"Yin?" she sought out meekly. Please tell me there is no such ingredient as live creatures in here…
"Yin…?"
The smoke began to clear…
Amita closed her eyes tightly, afraid to open them. Something is on here and it's alive!
Hermione was curious about the two new transfers. But then again, Hermione is curious about everything there is needed to be curious about in the world. However, what came off as the most curious thing to Hermione at the moment was, how could these two girls be friends yet gets sorted to the opposing team? Even without being sorted, surely with their given personality, the two girls would have been rivals if not enemies.
Yet, she supposed it would make sense for the two girls to be friends. After all, she hasn't seen the Gryffindor courage from Amita yet, and neither did she see any sly, evil cunningness from Yin yet. But still…it's unusual for transfers to Hogwarts. It was something that hasn't been done for thousands of years – well according to Hogwarts; A History anyway.
So naturally, the two girls draw her attention.
Amita, she conclude, was more suitable for Slytherin for her sharp tongue. Her indifferent and uncaring attitude about Yin being lost and the subdued insult to Malfoy in the Great Hall was some of the evidence as of why she should have been in Slytherin. There is something about that girl, and Hermione was sure of it.
Yin, on the other hand, is someone she haven't quiet figure out yet. From her interaction with Draco and Blaise, she was more of a friendly sort. Cheerful and childish, Hermione deducted. In addition, Yin seems rather meek…Hufulpuff perhaps?
The very thought almost brought a snicker from Harry. Despite what Harry and Amita had told – ensure, about Yin…Hermione just couldn't see the girl hurt a fly.
Shaking her head from all the thoughts, Hermione tried to concentrate on her potion. From the coroner of her eyes, she can clearly see Amita all but stab at her ingredient. Something tells her that she will not like the end result of whatever Amita is trying to make.
"Amita! Phsss!" Hermione heard Yin hissed at Amita.
"What?" Amita asked.
"Don't do that!" Yin's whispers became frantic, Hermione noted, "Don't do it!"
"Do what?" Amita glared as she dropped in the porcupine quills.
Hermione frowned, she was sure the instruction said to add the quills after the frog legs…and seeing that Amita have yet to touch the legs…
Oh, bloody hell! Hermione cussed as smoke rapidly spilled from Amita's cauldron and filling the room.
Something bad is to happen…something really, really, bad.
As the smoke slowly fades away, no one moved a muscle. Harry, being the first to escape the situation, looked around in confusion.
Is it due to the affect of the potion disaster? Harry thought, moving his hands to test his theory. Nope, works just fine. But what had caused everyone to frozen in shock?
Looking around, Harry feels his color draining from his face.
Oh, wait is that a giant snake that's hanging off of Amita? Pinch Ouch! That hurts! Nope…not a dream then…there is a giant snake hanging off of Amita.
"Amita!" Harry shouted, "Don't move!"
Amita stood stiff. As if I could!
Moving ever so carefully toward Amita, Harry hissed out in Patasomoulth, Let her go. Do not harm her.
The snake cocked its head at Harry. Um…are you speaking in snake-tongue? It asked curiously.
Yes, I am speaking in your tongue. Can you not harm the girl you wrapped yourself around?
The snake shifted a bit. I wouldn't hurt Amita here. Why would I?
You know her name! Harry's eyes widen. Don't tell me you're…
However by this time, Amita began to whimper underneath. "Harry! Get it off of me, not talk to it!" she all but sobbed.
The snake turned toward Amita. "Oh, shut up, Amita! Quit being a being a baby! You have seen me like this ton of time and you're still not use to it?" The snake snapped, annoyed.
Now, everyone definitely stood stiff.
"Harry…did that snake just speak in English?" Ron asked nervously.
Harry nodded uncertainly. "Yin?" he asked, trying to confirm his idea of as of who the snake really is.
The snake snorted. "Who else?"
"YIN!" Amita erupted at this point, in the utmost panic. "Get off! You know I dislike snakes!"
And with that, everyone erupted in screams and chaos.
"Ok, I take it's not the brightest thing for a girl who just turned into a snake to speak out like this…"
"You think?" Amita said dryly.
Yin grunted, "That's the least of our worries…Professor over there look like he's about to blow!" Yin bobbed her head at the Professor.
And indeed, the Potion Master is about to kill someone.
Poor souls…no one seems to notice the dangerously and rapidly reddening Professor…
Let's just pray that's the said Professor don't kill one of his students cough-Amita-cough.
"You don't think he's blaming me do you?" Amita whispered to the snake resting on her neck.
Behind her, an eye gleaming, dark crackling Professor advance Amita.
"Word of advice," Yin stated seriously, "Run for it!"
Amita did just that. "AHHHH!"
The angry Professor pursued all the while shouting "100 points from Gryffindor!"