Free Falling

Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long but I moved which resulted in the loss of several things and then I had to get a new computer. So all of my old files were lost and I am now beginning all of my stories again from scratch.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own any of the Characters of Avatar nor do I own Harry Potter. This is simply a story that came to mind one day and one in which the plunnies would not leave me alone. Partially inspired by Levity Lirum's Hi'i Palulukan and the desire for the continuation of said story. Check it out.

Now let us truly begin...

Prologue

Long, long ago when the world was still young the Magi roamed the planet freely. Their magic a gift of the Mother Magic herself, she who created he planet also known as mother Nature, a power that was used in harmony. The Magi created seven objects of power to commune with their Mother, to seek her guidance and bask in her love. The first and oldest was the mirror of souls that allowed one to commune with the Mother and those she harbored, the second the ring of fortune allowed one to speak the Mother's thoughts to other magi, the third object the bowl of knowledge which allowed one to share in the consciousness of Mother Magic. The fourth and fifth objects were both lost soon after their making as Mother Magic was displeased with their form and powers. The sixth object created was the orb of commitment which allowed one to sense the bonds between all living things. The last object was created in secrecy and was said to have a piece of Mother Magic herself, one that allowed you into her realm if she wished it. For many years the Magi lived in peace, but one day a new life appeared on the planet. One not of Mother's design. This life called themselves humans, the Magi called them muggles. At first there were no problems and the Magi taught the muggles how to survive. They looked like the Magi but had none of their gifts, and so the muggles began to resent the Magi. The population of muggles grew rapidly and soon in their jealousy and rage the new life forms attacked the Magi overwhelming them and killing many. The Magi hid themselves, but over the years many were found and killed and with them the objects of power were destroyed. Soon the objects passed into myth and legend until they were forgotten even among the oldest tales. Until only one object remained... Here is where this story truly starts.

Ministry of Magic

Sirius Black had no thoughts when he tried to save Harry, all he new was that his godson was in danger. He could not let anymore of his family die, he didn't want to feel the loneliness again. He had only just found Harry again and he couldn't lose him now, not when he was turning out to be one he loved like a son. He just could not let that happen. When Harry jumped toward the veil to save Sirius he had no plan as to how to stop himself from falling in. His only thought being that he could not stand to have someone else he loved leave him behind. His mind whirled with pain at the thought of being without someone who cared again. And when he started to fall in with his godfather he never expected to feel someone else try to grab him.

When Remus grabbed Harry his only thought was that he could not let the last of the people he considered family die, and inside Mooney roared for his pack members. He refused to be alone again. He had lost James and Lily. Peter had turned on them all. He couldn't let the last two people he truly cared about leave him behind, he didn't want to be alone again. With these thoughts the three men fell into the Veil. Never knowing that behind them Voldemort shrieked and began to burn as the Veil's power shredded through him, following the connection from the horcrux to it's creator and all of it's other pieces. Thus did the plague of the wizarding world die, killed by the power he knew not. And Harry Potter was celebrated as a hero, for many thought he knew what would happen if he jumped in, and no one was there to tell them otherwise. It was a few years later that they started noticing the loss of magic. Certain people and families were losing their magic entirely, while others were gaining more. And this time they had no scapegoat to blame.

The Mother

It had been a very long time since any of Her children had come into her realm, and even longer since any had spoken to Her. She knew that the Magi had long forgotten the past and those who had known of Her had not been able to teach their children before their passing. Their souls apologized for failing to do so when they had come back to Her. She also knew that the true power of the veil had been forgotten over the ages. There had been a few misguided attempts to use it but those who had come through the veil had not been worth Her attention so She had promptly banished them. Long had she mourned the fact that She could no longer directly help Her children in their struggles. Having no true physical form She could only urge those children most connected to Her to help.

She had been saddened to know that Her youngest children were unable to speak with Her. The loss of lore and objects causing a huge unapproachable rift between Her and the Magi children still surviving, even for one such as Herself. So She was quite pleasantly surprised when three of Her children fell through Her door. Touching their minds She judged them worthy of Her attentions and gladly opened Her doors. But on closer inspection She noticed the injuries and the soul deep pain Her lovely children were suffering. Even unconscious as they were now the pain was there. This would not do.

She started with the poor little were-cub on Her floor, curing the madness that had twisted the magnificent beast inside into thinking it was of wolf form, stopping the blood lust and removing the scars that littered his body. Next she worked on the pup next to him. Once again curing the madness that had been caused by the twisting of power and loneliness, then correcting the physical imperfections, the malnutrition and the scars as well as that horrible brand. Last She turned her attention to the small cub with them, seeing the cursed scar and Her anger mounted. There on the cub was an evil She would not permit in Her realm, quickly she used Her power to Burn the impure soul that had plagued the poor child for so long, watching as the evil creature who had done such a horrible thing writhed in agonizing death. Her brother Death would welcome Her gift of this evil soul She knew. This soul would no longer drain Her precious child of his gifts. Then she started on the physical problems this poor child has, the malnutrition, the many scars, and the blocking spells that separated him from his true power.

Finished with their healing She gently gathered Her children into her "arms." Sadly She knew that Her children could not stay here. And while healing them She had learned of their lives on her planet. She was greatly displeased with what she saw, it seems that the corruption within the Magi bloodline had gone too far for Her to fix. She would have to withdraw some of Her gifts as there were many who no longer deserved them, but first She'd care for Her three mistreated children. So She called on Sister Eywa asking if would care for them. After a small exchange of information Eywa agreed to care for the children on the condition that She could change them so the could survive with Her own children. Gently Mother Magic transferred the three to Her Sister, brushing an incorporeal kiss to each of their foreheads. "Goodbye my children, may you find peace with Sister as you could not find here."

Eywa- The New Mother

Eywa studied the three small forms Her sister had entrusted to her. They had curled around each other as though to protect each other and themselves even in the healing sleep Magic had put them in. Gently touching their minds to learn of them, Eywa gazed in sadness at the much abused children in front of her. Wrapping them in her aura she spoke to them, soothing their fears as they slept on. Knowing that they would hear and remember when they woke.

"New life, you shall be safe here. Your Mother has passed you care to me, and I will make you mine own. Mine own Children will love you as you should have been loved by your own people. You will look different when you wake as I know not how Sister Magic designed you, I must alter your forms to be that of mine own child. SLEEP. You will wake in time."

With a last gentle brush of power she began their changes, first enlarging and shaping their bodies to be sleek and swift and strong. Next she began to change their bones, their teeth, their blood, and their organs to allow them to breathe and eat as her children did. Next she worked on their eyes and ears, once again enhancing them for survival. Then she commenced her last step, pushing her power into them creating a queue and neural net that made all of her children hers. Gifting them with the knowledge of her children and their language.

She left many of the gifts that Magic had given them, but changed the form of the animal they shifted into. The were cub would also no longer be forced to shift, instead he could choose to do so. He would run as a palulukan when he so chose. The other would also run as a palulukan as it was most fitting for the two men were meant to be mates. The last child though was not one meant to be grounded, his was a soul of water and sky thus She gave him the form of those he saw with love as well as another form. A form with which to fly. An Ikran. He would be able to run with his family and still fly with Her other children. Eywa was pleased with the results of forming Her newest children. She could not wait for them to wake. She placed them in a small clearing in her forest and watched. Waiting for them to awake.