Just a random little thing I thought up with no rhyme or reason. Enjoy!

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Where the Heroes Meet

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Ron glared at the foam cup in front of him. "Hermione, I've told you before, I don't like cappuccinos!"

"Oh, shut up, Ron." She grumbled irritably. Harry sighed. Did they always have to bicker over the littlest things?

"Watch where you going!" A boy snapped from over by the door.

"Well, I would, but I happen to be blind, Sokka!" A tough-looking girl said shortly.

"Guys, come on, don't fight!" A bald kid with blue arrows on his head pleaded. When no one paid him any attention, he grumbled a little and went to sit at a table by himself. Harry, having an idea of what the kid was feeling, went and sat next to him.

"My friends always fight, too." He said, dropping into the seat across from Blue-Arrow-Dude.

"Annoying, isn't it?" Blue-Arrow-Dude sighed. "I'm Aang."

"Harry Potter."

They shook hands briefly. "Your friends aren't trying to help you save the world, though." Harry half-laughed.

"Actually, yes. We're trying to take down the Fire Nation. You?"

"We're trying to destroy the most evil wizard in years, Lord Voldemort."

"And let me guess: it's actually all down to you to put a stop to everything?" Aang said wryly.

"To a T. Same?"

"Unfourtunatly. Everyone expects me to kill Fire Lord Ozai."

"What I want to know," said a sandy haired teenager who dropped suddenly into the chair between Harry and Aang, "is why the bad guys always go for the 'Lord' title. I mean, you've got Lord Voldemort, you've got Fire Lord Ozai, and I've got the Dark Lord Sidious. Anakin Skywalker, by the way."

They introduced themselves and began talking about their predicaments.

"I'm the Avatar, so I can bend all four elements, and everyone just expects great things from me." Aang explained with a sigh.

"I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, and everyone is waiting for me to kill Voldemort just because he killed my parents then tried to kill me and failed." Harry grumbled.

"The Jedi call me their 'Chosen One'," Anakin complained, "and expect me to rid the galaxy of all evil. Should only take an afternoon, right?" They chuckled weakly.

"At least none of you are forced to take a deadly journey right through the heart of your enemies territories with only one other person and a disgusting little creature who'd turn you in to them in a heartbeat, just to destroy some jewelry." Said a grumpy little man who was shorter then even Aang. "Frodo Baggins, at your service."

"Harry Potter."

"Anakin Skywalker."

"Aang. Hey, why do you guys all have two names?"

"Don't you?" Anakin asked.

"No."

"Weird." The future-Darth-Vader shrugged.

"I don't have two names." Another sandy haired boy who looked a little like Anakin said, drawing up another chair to their table. "I'm Eragon."

"Hey!" Anakin suddenly yelped. "Get out of my head!" he was glaring at the newcomer, who raised an eyebrow.

"You must be a powerful magician to sense when I'm reading your thoughts."

"Magician? No, no, I'm a Jedi. Well, a Padawan, at least."

"I'm a wizard." Harry offered.

"I'm the Avatar." Aang chimed in.

"Uh…I'm a Hobbit?" Frodo gave a smile as if to say 'what do you think of that?'

"Well, I'm a Dragon Rider," Eragon began, but Harry cut him off.

"No way. Dragons are totally unpredictable; I've almost been killed by three!"

Eragon's eyes lit up. "Three? Really? Where? And who were they?"

"Well, in England, two at school and one at a bank, and one was a Norwegian Ridgeback, one was a Hungarian Horntail, and I'm not really sure what the last one was."

There was a pause, then;

"How did you almost get killed by two dragons at school?"

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