LOL, well I'm glad that you like Amita and Yin. Yes, they are some thing, aren't' they? Now, it's time to find out why the girls are sorted into the houses that they are in and to prove Hermione that you could never judge a book by it's cover…or it's summary!
Chapter 10: Of Brooms and Flying
Oliver Wood had never thought a girl could slap so hard. Not that he ever gotten slap by a girl mind you; however, it was just…well, blimey! Rubbing his sore cheek, Oliver made a mental note to never cross that Asian girl…err… Yin, whoever she was, again.
Walking down the halls of Hogwarts, Oliver slowly made his way out to the Quidditch field, ready for his first class of the day. Not knowing that the lesson would be with the famous Gryfindors and Slytherins; the monstrosity of an idea was proposed by Dumbledore…
Yin glared at Amita as hard as she could. It's getting pretty annoying when your best friend is silently laughing and mocking you for the incident that you wanted to forget. It's not like Amita's doing it one purpose; if it were Amita in the same situation, Yin would laugh too… Yin knows that, however it's not Amita who had to withstand the humiliation of being seen naked by some weirdo…and because of this little fact, it certainly doesn't mean Yin will have to like being laughed at.
Groaning, Yin focuses all her energy onto the stupid broom underneath her. Somewhere in the far back of her mind, Yin wished that she would make the broom raise and chase Amita around the big field.
Flying lessons…could you imagine that? On a broom no less. Yin had to stifle many snorts and snickers after hearing about the class. It was ridiculous.
However, ridiculous or not, here she was, in the field with Amita and all.
Meanwhile, Amita was trying her hardest not to look at Yin. Every time Amita met Yin's eyes, she would feel a bubble of laughter threatening to explode. Normally this wouldn't be such a bad thing; however, from the glare Yin had being throwing her, Amita decided that she did not want to risk it. An angry Yin is a dangerous Yin…and a dangerous Yin would only end badly for everyone around her. Looking everywhere but at Yin, Amita found her eyes fell upon the broom lying next to her feet. Some say it looks old, others say it look ancient, either way, Amita really didn't care how old the broom looks…she just know, she never want to ride on it, period.
Broom, what you know of it and how to use it…discard them now. They will not sever any purpose to this lesson. This lesson, on brooms, is solely on how to handle them, and how to fly on them. Yes, you heard it right…we are going to ride on the brooms… and we are going to fly.
Any sane person would have told you crazy. Any normal person would think you are off your rockers. Your friends will think you are joking, and your family would question your mental health. As for Amita and Yin? Well, they just think how they can build a barn fire with those brooms.
Glancing at Yin nervously, Amita gave a slight smile. "It could be worst right?"
In response, Yin state blankly, "I'm afraid of heights,"
A moment of silence followed. Amita groaned. Great, just what she needed to hear.
The nearby Golden Trios, Draco, and Blaise snickered softly. This turn of event promises entertainment.
Oliver Wood walked among his students with confident. He is to instruct without aid. Staring at the boys and girls in front of him, he felt a sense of dread as his eyes landed upon Yin.
As if the girl could felt his eyes upon her, Yin turned to face the rapidly paling Oliver.
"You!" she hissed. Oliver flinched. Oh boy, this can't be good.
Ignoring Yin's accusing hisses, Oliver shouted to the class, "Ok, I'm sure that most you know how to do this," many heads nodded or snorted in response, "However, I," Oliver jabbed a finger proudly at his puffed chest, "am going to teach you how to do it the professionally way."
A loud cheer erupted from the resident Gryffindors at Oliver's right while silent and indianite scowls from the Slytherins greeted him on the left.
Pretending not to notice the dismay from the snakes, Oliver continued. "Alright, everyone up in the air now."
One by one, everyone eagerly took their brooms into the air until only Amita and Yin remained.
Yin shook her head in a definite "no" when Oliver raised a brow to her. There is no way in the seven pits of hell is she going to get on that thing and fly it. No way, no how.
Walking toward the two remaining girls, Oliver gave them a questioning look, "What's the matter?" he inquired.
Yin glared at him darkly, "What do you think it's the matter? You are asking me to fly on a broom; a broom? Do you not understand the laws of physics?"
Oliver stared blankly at the enraged girl before him. "Um…what law?"
Before Yin could start her insults, Amita stepped in, explaining their situation. "You see Mr. Wood," Amtia fidgeted uncomfortably, "we are new here and well…we don't know how to fly on brooms."
"How do you play Quidditch then?" Oliver asked.
"We don't," Yin stated bluntly.
Oliver blinked. "You don't?"
"We don't," Yin repeated.
"As in you don't play Quidditch on brooms are you don't play Quidditch at all?" Wood held his breath. He fears the reply.
Yin glared at the idiot of a teacher before her. "We don't," she growled out, "play this Quidditch game of yours and we don't play any sports on brooms either!"
"I see…" Oliver winced. How could anyone not play Quidditch!
Amita sighed amusingly, "So what are we going to do now?"
"Now," Oliver declared fiercely, determined to teach these poor girls the joy of Quidditch, "I am going to do what I was hired to do; teach you!"
Yin and Amita groaned. Yup, they defiantly want to burn those stupid brooms now.
Maneuvering Amita and Yin to stand side-by-side, Oliver instructed the girls to hold their hands above their brooms.
While both hesitate, Amita followed Oliver's instructions as Yin just stared skeptically at her broom.
"Now say 'up'," Wood demonstrated, and much to the astonishment of both girls, the boom complied – flying into Oliver's waiting hand. "Now you try."
Amita nodded and shouted "up!" The broom shook a bit but remained on the ground.
"That's not bad," Oliver encouraged," Why don't' you try now, Ms. Chen?"
Yin turned her eyes upon Oliver. "No," she said impassively, "magic or not, I'm not riding on a broom."
Oliver frowned.
Amita shifted nervously; give it to Yin to be stubborn…
"Oh, come on, Yin," Amita tugged at the Chinese girl. "Don't be such a baby."
"I'm not," Yin snapped. "It's just not possible. The laws of physics do not permit such thing."
"So? Magic goes against every law we know," Amita argued.
"I don't care," Yin hissed. "It's not safe!"
By this time, everyone had landed around the girls and watch with great amusement at the free entertainment.
"Now, Ms. Chen," Oliver tried to reason. "It's perfectly safe to fly on -,"
"Right, and are you telling me that no one every got injured in this class?" Yin challenged.
"Well, no, that's not what I mean-," Oliver quarreled.
"Oh, then you admit that someone had gotten hurt and it's dangerous to fly on these things,"
"Yes! No! I mean…" Oliver tried to protest but Yin wouldn't hear it.
"There you go, you said it; it's dangerous so there is no way that I'm going to say 'Up' and go -," Yin ranted.
However, in between Yin's ranting, the broom which lay motionless upon her feet reacted to Yin's "up" and flew right into her hand.
Yin stared at the object with shock.
Oliver took the moment of shock to his advantage, and ushered at Yin. "Well, it seems you are going to go up, flying that broom."
"What?" Yin snapped toward Oliver. "No way, I'm not doing it!"
No giving Yin another chance to protest, Oliver hurtled Yin onto the broom, mount the broom himself and took off, his arm wrapped securely around Yin's waist as he took the Chinese girl into the sky.
"AAHHHHH!" Yin screeched. "I'M GOING TO KILLLLL YOU!"
Her fearful and angry screams filled the field, intertwined with Oliver's laughter.
"Well," Amita smirked, "That's one way to get her up there…and it seems safe enough too!"
Chapter 11: Something Comes This Way
Yin doesn't know what it is, but something is up. Amita had been extremely jumpy over the last two hours, and knowing Amita, something bad is going to happen.
Amita felt it; a dark and evil thing is approaching. Shaking slightly, Amita threw a glance at Yin trying to warn her of the danger that is heading their way. However, Yin only replied with a confused looked and a flicker of concern for Amtia. Amita sighed, it as not all unexpected. After all, Amita and Yin was both from a different branch of Eastern magic, Amita was Indian and Yin was Chinese; they had never worked together before. Sure they were great friends, and know all of their little inside jokes, but when it comes to communicating wordlessly…it was very difficult.
Unable to leave her housemate as of yet, Amita sat before Professor McGonagall, trying her best to concentrate on her given task: turning a piece of wood into a bunny.
Yin didn't like the wood. It's not like she haven't transfigure something before.
It was so hard to turn something into another. However, it had always have been the same components. Yin could turn a pile of sand into glass or clay pottery. She could turn a tree into a house, rock into statue, water into ice and so forth. But never, never before did she have to turn a piece of wood into a live bunny. It's wrong, it's different. And not only does it goes against logic and science, but it also goes against nature as well.
Professor McGonagall glanced at the two girls in the back with curiously. Despite the fact that the two girls are new to Hogwarts, it certainly does not explain why they could not keep up with the class. Have the girls never perform transfigure before?
Walking silent toward the work-concentrated girls, Professor McGonagall asked softly, "Is there a problem?"
Both Amita and Yin jumped a bit from their task; startled.
"N-no not really," Amita flushed at her irregular transformed wood.
"Ms. Chen?" the cat professor turned toward Yin.
Yin shrugged a bit and replied. "I don't understand."
"What don't you understand, Ms. Chen?" McGonagall questioned.
"I don't understand in general. How do you transform a nonliving object into living?" Yin looked up at the professor. "We are different from this piece of wood because we are living. Life can not be created by a mere flick of a wrist. The component in which allows one object to another is imbalance. Water can be transformed into ice because both fluids contain air and water molecules. However a dead piece of wood does not have what a live bunny have: life. It's like trying to raise the dead." Yin explained.
McGonagall looked startled by Yin's reasoning. She had never questioned or viewed it like that before. McGonagall had simply looked at the end results.
"I see what you are struggling with; however, that's transfigure. You must just simply will the object to change through magic," the professor replied uncertainly.
"You mean as in an illusion then?" Yin asked innocently.
"An illusion?"
Yin nodded, "An illusion, it's not really transformed, but we will it to act and look like what we wish it to be. So if I was to chop the bunny in halves, there would not be any blood or galore; just two halves of a bunny perfectly, like cutting a piece of wood in half."
Professor McGonagall nodded numbly at the example. "I supposed…."
Yin grinned brightly, "Oh, if it's in that case, ok then." With a flicker of her wrist, the piece of wood became a perfectly live bunny.
Amita followed Yin's example and turned her wood perfectly into a fuzzy brown one.
"Is that good enough?" Amita grinned.
The shocked Professor could only nodded in response. No one had very manage to transfigure an object in one go. Besides her, Hermione bushel in jealousy.
Suddenly the two live rabbits sprang from the girls' desk. The grounds shook. Someone or something had broken the wards of Hogwarts.
Yin and Amita looked at each other before running out the door, unheeding the screams of the students or teachers; they are ready to do what they were hired to do: protect the students and the school.
Chapter 12: The Battlefield
Yin didn't even bother to see who her attacker was; there is no need. Her job was clear: eliminate the threat. She never questioned her instinct, she never bother to question her methods; it was a waste of precious time, especially when everywhere you turn is a battlefield.
Dodging a cure that was hurled from behind her, Yin spins as she brought her blades down onto her opponent, cutting the person in halves. Yin force herself from wincing as red blood splattered her face.
Never once hesitating, Yin was on the offense again, attacking other enemies.
As more red fluids splattered upon her; blades, Yin faintly declared in the back of her mind, are too messy for her liking.
Amita avoid any eye contact with her victims. Although it's her job, although her enemies are anything but innocent and nice, Amita couldn't help but feel ill and guilty for her actions. Somewhere out there, someone is losing a father, a mother, a love one; and Amita knew that she was the one who cause the lost.
Carefully looking away from the field, in the safety of her hidden place, Amita began to chant.
"Vishnu, Shiva, Shakti,
I ask you for your guidance,
I ask you for your wisdom,
I ask you for your protection,
Aum!
Swastika!
Sri Yantra!"
The earth below began to tremble as water from the lake began to rise; the sky darkens as lightning flashes…..
…..bodies in black and red hit the ground effortlessly…..
Amita's call had been answered.
It was a full-blown battlefield, something Hermione never thought to face in her lifetime. Despite that fact that the wizard world is at war, Hermione was rather sheltered from the darker side of the war. Even though the young witch and her friends had been on some amazing adventures, everything falls pale in comparison of the danger down upon the Hogwart's ground.
It was sick, it was bloody, it was war.
For every curse that was thrown, countless of lifeless bodies fell upon the ground by Yin's needles, chains, and blades. For every hex that was uttered, dozens by the number were attacked by strong winds, rain, and lightening Amita had summoned. One step advancing toward Hogwarts, hundreds when down.
It wasn't until the grounds of Hogwarts were half covered with death eaters' bodies did the battle begun to crease. Seeing there is no victory or luck, the Dark Lord's army fell back, leaving the two warriors and the teachers standing.
Chapter 12: The Aftermath
"What were you thinking?" Professor McGonagall screeched at the two girls in front of her; one covered in red while the other in water. "Do you know how dangerous that was? You could have been killed!"
All the members of the Phoenix: Bill, Charlie, Gorge, Fred, the professor, and including Oliver, gathered in Dumbledore's office, hearing Professor McGonagall chew the two eastern girls out.
Amita yawned slightly at the lecture she was given. She was not in the mood for it. Glaring darkly at the room full of scowling adults, Amita growled coldly, losing all her bright, cheery, and nice look, taking on a more courageous and commanding perspective, "Look we were only doing what we were told to do, you make the contract with us and if you think I want to be here, you're wrong. You hired us so suck it up!"
The room fell silence. No one had expected Amita to talk like that, she had always been rather meek and shy before.
Finally it was Dumbledore who broke the silence. "I understand Ms. Abha that you are merely doing your job; however you must understand you are children!"
Yin snorted. "Right and you are Santa Clause." Yin's sarcastic streak began to peak out, not fully out of her battle mode.
Although not may people know this, both Amita and Yin loved sarcasm. However, Yin more so than Amita.
"Now see here, Missy," Mad-Eye Moody hissed, "You don't know what you are getting yourself into."
Yin bared her sharp fangs and smirked, "And I don't suppose the killings I have done hinted nothing at what I know, huh?"
Moody shuttered, "What, you…you did that?"
"No, they just all suddenly got shredded into pieces…,"
The members of the Phoenix glared.
"Just who are you?" Charlie asked.
Yin smirked, "Your worst nightmare!"
Hidden under the safety of the invisibility cloak, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Blasie and Draco, who insisted on coming and somehow had convinced the Gryffindor Dorks into letting them, didn't doubt Yin's answer. Especially since she was covered in blood…and due to the glint in her eyes…promising pain and death.
Unknown to everyone in the room, except for Amita, Yin was just acting…and in fact, she felt rather sick. Yin always was afraid of blood…..