AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first crossover in English so please don't be to harsh on me. Reviews wanted and any suggestion is welcome. Enjoy and i promise the next chapter will be longer and better.

- So how do you think this "Hogwarts" will be like? Aang's voice was filled with excitement.

- I don't care. Zuko was looking outside through the carriage's window. Everything was so different from back home. People were starring at him and he HATED that. Of course he was with his friends and he was the Fire Lord all right, but still.

- All I want is to get down of this blasted train. I can't see anything with all this trembling and wood. Toph whined.

- Come on Toph, don't be such a grump. We are going to a school of Magic. Everything and everyone will be new to us. Think of all the stuff we can do. Katara said to her.

- Yeah, fresh meat to rough 'em up! Thanks Sugar Queen. Now I'm really looking forward to it. She smirked while imagining Katara's terrified face. And she was right. The waterbender was regretting speaking and Sokka was shaking his head full of understanding.

- I hope they have strategy and politics in that curriculum of theirs.

- But you never study Sokka.

- Hey that's not true! He complained. It's just I'm not into stuff like history or poetry and such.

- We have already figured that part out. Katara laughed.

- Why the gloomy face, Zuko? Asked Aang. Zuko just stared at him. He sighed.

- Have you seen how they stared at me? I hate that feeling. If it wasn't for the fact that we have been discovered I wouldn't be here. They looked at him seriously. They knew what he was talking about. Everyone was starring at his scar, so they understood how he felt.

- You know that was the spirits decision and there was nothing we could have done. Aang replied. Besides after the war our world has changed a lot. We need to know what lies beyond the Elemental Countries.

- Your uncle's idea was great. We represent our nations and we get to know people of our age who live in an entire different way. Don't worry Zuko. You have us. Nothing can go wrong. Katara reassured him.

- And you can always scare the living daylights out of them with a little firebending! Toph said with a huge grim.

- Still I wish Iruka was with us.

- We left a message for him. As soon as he finds it he'll be on his way. So guys get ready to make an impression we are finally here. Sokka stated and stretched his shoulders. The train had stopped. Down the platform was a huge man with wild beard and hair gathering around him those appeared to be first years? Soon a swarm of students with black robes got of the train and literally filled the platform. The gang waited for the commotion to stop. Once the students had left for their school they decided to get of their carriage. A man with long black robes and slimy raven hair was waiting for them.

- Professor Snape? Aang and the rest approached the strange man. The man shrugged and asked them to follow him.

In the Great Hall Harry was enjoying his time with his friends. After the events in the Ministry last summer and Voldemort's certain death he was finally able to have a normal, peacefull sixth year. No deatheaters planning his death, no nightmares with Voldemort's schemes. So he thought, for the Universe never planned for him to be al too normal. Soon after the Sorting ceremony Dumbledore said his usual speech but in the end instead of letting the fest begin he waited for Snape's arrival. Once seated, he stopped the whispers by raising his hand.

- As some of you may already know we are going to receive some very special guests this year. Our visitors came from Asia in order to get to know the Western civilization and the magical world. Whispers followed his statement.

-More mudbloods? Someone form Slytherin said in frustration.

- Worse. Muggles. Stated Malfoy this time with distained.

- That is were you are wrong. These people are Benders. Dumbledore corrected him. Their presence was kept a secret from the other world. They do not use magic the way we wizards do, but have a different bond with it. You will soon discover it, for we would be having them here for a year and I expect from each of you to welcome them and help in any way you can as good friends would do. With that said the doors opened. The students streched their necks to see those mysterious guest Headmaster Dumbledore was talking about. A group of people with colourfull robes entered in awes. They were sorteted in some kind of teams Harry noted from the looks of their clothing. Four to be precise. The first ones were dressed in yellow and orange and were some kind of monks. A young boy was leading them. There was something strange about him. He was bald with blue arrow tattoos on his forehead and arms. The monks were followed by some tanskinned people all dressed in white and ocean blue. There was something tribal about them. These were led by a girl with hairloops and a boy with a shaved skull and some kind of ponytail and a ... boomerang? Harry's eyes widened. The third group's signiature colour was green and brown. They were steady walkers with strong decisive looks. The small figure in front of them wasn't looking anywhere in particularily with her milky eyes. And finally Harry stared at the last group. They looked dazling in flame red and gold and many of the girls sighed at their sight, which made a lot of the boys groan. They were walking with discipline behind a teenager and were all high and mighty. Something was calling Slytherin out loud. A wave of shocked voices made him turn his attention to the teenager. He gusped and stared at the burnt left side of his face. The burn continued to his ear and got lost in his hair. The boy was shooting death glares to anyone who stared too much and so Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore once again.