Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would have gotten a job.

Warning: Risk of several spelling errors, it is self beta'ed and includes mild bashings.

Notes: Talk - Normal/Chatting on phone

TALK - Shouting/Yelling

Talk - Spells

'Talk' - quotes from another person or book

Laugh - Flashback or remembrance

Talk - thought

CHAPTER ONE: THE FIFTH CHAMPION

"Aang please wait!" Katara's voice resounded through the room and into the corridor of the palace. She pleaded for Aang to come back but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the distraught avatar flew out of the house, landing softly before opening up his glider and soaring through the sky following the vast ocean. A chattering Momo following rapidly.

How could they do this to him?

Why?

Questions whirled through his mind, clouding his senses as emotions threatened to escape. He shut his eyes tight as tears fell freely. He almost ran into the island if it wasn't for Momo's frantic chatter. With a quick swerve to the left he managed to escape the island's tree but he unfortunately landed in the sea.

With a gulp of air, he descended downward in the water. Using his air bending to propel himself in the sea. He encircle the island which from the looks of it seems to be moving. He moves to a secluded place but turns around when he noticed a flicker behind him. He turns around and sees an eye staring back at him.

A hand came out seemingly out from nowhere and raised him up.

"A lion-turtle," he bows in greeting. "maybe you can help me. Everyone, even my own past lives, are expecting me to end someone's life. But I don't know if I can do that."

"The true mind can weather all the lies and illusions without being lost. The true heart can tough the poison of hatred without being harmed. Since beginning less time, darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light," It touches Aang's chest and forehead with it's claws, causing a green light to emit from them; the lion turtle seemingly makes Aang disappear "Be steadfast in your morals, wait for him, he will come and you shall prevail."

XXXXX

"Harry Potter."

Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly.

There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat.

Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear towards her, frowning slightly.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, open mouthed.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly. "You know I didn't."

Both of them stared just as blankly back.

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push.

Harry got to his feet but before he could start walking, the fire in the goblet has gone up again but this time it was green. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat, and read out --

"Aang Pippinpaddleopsicopolis."

The hall was bathed in a green hue as a figure appeared in the hall. As the light faded, Harry recognized the figure as a boy. A thin, bald, young boy that clutched a staff and one hand and held on to a type of animal on the other.

"Wait! This isn't Ember Island."

They stared at him.

He stared back.

And everything descended into chaos. Chairs were upturned as the professors got their wands trained at the boy named Aang. Harry watched as the boy scratched his head. He raised both hands up in a hopefully non-threatening way.

"Um. . . .Are you Fire nation?" he asked. Harry was at a loss. Where did this kid come from? Who was he? Is he from another magical community or is he one of Voldemort's lackey? He couldn't be Voldemort's lackey as the snake-face got won't stop that low. "Have you ever heard of a lion turtle?" He wasn't a genius like 'mione but he didn't need logic for him to know this kid lost it.

Dumbledore raises a hand up and immediately they lowered their wands albeit grudgingly. The wizened old man cleared his throat and spoke, addressing the kid in an authoritative but oddly grandfatherly voice,

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The bald boy shifted somewhat apprehensively before coming to a conclusion.

"I am Aang. I don't really know as I am still confused. One moment I was talking to a giant lion turtle then I am here."

"Moody?"

"Kid isn't lying," the gruff voice of professor 'Mad-eye Moody' spoke up. "but he isn't telling us the full truth either." He added.

Dumbledore sighed looking more like his age. "You have to participate or else you lose your magic."

"Magic?"

Crap.

Notes: Just an idea I wanted to try out. Hope its ok. Any spelling error, please inform me

Notes: Please review or favorite or follow. Just do them