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als writng this thing on my phone and my spelling if Horrific, so im sorry now,

prologe

In the tall towers of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, a power was growing beneath dark skies of the summer solstice. It was on this cold night of complete balance that the power was given to one thith a pure soul. The one was a boy, a sad, lonley teenage boy who had grown to young life dispised and abanndoned by his own family, and yet he still refused to leave them helpless against the world the would harm them. He was a boy who had watched one of the last links to his family die before his very eyes, and he still grieved over his lost, instead of blaming the ones responsible, in the most part. He was a desperate soul longing for love and one who would trave through the veil of life to help a helpless being, no matter the cost.

He was all this, and more, but in the end, he was still only that, a boy who had been left by all those he saw to fend for himself in his greatest hour of need, and the cosmos pitied him for his lot in life.

Before the full moon had risen, a gentel calm had fallen of the castle and most of its inhabitents, children and adults alike, seperated from the flow of the universe by solid stone and magic, and yet the flow still happened, an event that was so rare, it haden even been noticed by the scores of astronemers or sientist of the muggle realm.

The full moon was cold, still in the cleare night, the great solar winds buffeted the world in storms of fury and rage, the rumble of the stone deep within the planet causing a slight tremor to shudder the ground, and last, high in the sky, the immense currents of wind shifted in the constant circuit around the globe.

four elements, Four talents that hadent been bestowed to the humans of planet earth for more than a millenium by the winds of magic, coursed the the body of the boy, the sixteen year old Harry potter, The Boy-Who-Lived.

Aang was worried. he didnt know why, but in the bottom of his heart he felt somthing stiring, in the bottom of his heart,he felt somthing shift in the sprit world, but in those few seconds, he felt a great pain flowing into his soul, and he didnt know why.

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p.s. this had started life as a random plotbunnie, so it might not be continued more that a feiw chapters.