I OWN NOTHING

As Harry fell into the Black Lake, he thought back on all of his mistakes in the last few minutes. First of all, he had provoked a waterbender into fighting next to such a massive body of water. Then, of course, there was the realization that this was both night and a full moon, the worst time for a firebender to be outside, even one of his power. Still, this isn't as dangerous as it would have been had the war still been going on, when e would have been drowned without a second thought.

Lastly, there was the slight grudge between him and his attacker, Draco Malfoy. Back in he war, he had constantly outclassed the other teen, and had often insulted the Water Tribe's honor, unknowingly of course, by offering a hand of friendship after a particularly rough fight. Now, it seemed the boy had learned something about what he liked to call "home field advantage," something he didn't have.

You see, while Draco was here at Hogwarts, getting an education, training, and memorizing the land, Harry was out in the world, finding new places, meeting new people, and generally making a nuisance of himself. This meant that his opponent was quite familiar with the waters in and around the school, while he was tripping over every root and falling into every hole that the little ferret was goading him into in has attempt to attack, as was his firebending ways.

Now, as he sank ever deeper into the Great Lake that was pulling him down, Harry realized that the other person in this equation was after blood. Apparently, it was his destiny to drown all alone in a lake nearest to the one place he ever called home.

It really was too bad that Harry Potter liked nothing more than to fuck destiny up, down, and sideways.

As he fell into the unforgiving abyss, the firebender felt something else pulling on him that felt way too much like Spirits, but by now, anything was better than drowning, so he reached out for the feeling, and hoped like hell that this was going to work before everything went black.

-Don't Mind Me, I'm A Scene Break-

Apparently, hoping worked well, as he awoke again, not at King's Cross, but in a cold wasteland. No, not cold. He had felt cold. This was freezing. It was almost as cold as the poles had been when he had the brilliant idea to be the first firebender to be stuck in the only place he couldn't summon fire in, and then stay there for a month.

Back to the present, he realized that he was not alone, and it seemed he was not the only one that liked lower temperatures, taking account of his-or maybe her?-shivering. Normally, he'd light a fire and warm them both up, but the lack of wood and ice all around him that he'd rather not melt stopped him in his tracks. It seemed that brute force would have to do.

Pounding on the ice that had to have to have been formed by a waterbender, because no iceberg was perfectly spherical in nature, he saw the reflection of a third something sharing their cozy little abode. It looked like a smaller version of the sky bison that carried the students to and from the castle after first year. Turning around to confirm his suspicions, he gaped for a couple of seconds at the arrow atop the flying bison's head. The ones at Hogwarts all had pure white fur everywhere, and having an arrow was a rarity that was considered highly valuable outside of the closed off Air Temples. Then. he noticed the arrow emblazoned on the other child's head and almost fainted. The air nomads found it a capital crime to kidnap one of their own, and while their ways barred them from any real punishment, being banished and disgraced would have one hell of a public backlash.

So no matter what, he was screwed, because let's face it, this boy would probably die if left here too long, and what Hermione often called his "saving people thing" was kicking into overdrive.

That's when he noticed that the other person their eyes closed, and was in a meditative pose. They were definitely male, on closer inspection. His face, while soft with youth, was still too masculine for it to be a young girl. That observation complete Harry decided that there may be some merit to this boy's idea to clear his mind. Ungracefully falling into his accustomed lotus pose, he prepared for what could have been a long wait for a rescue. At least there was more than enough food in here with him, hesitant as he was about ending this graceful creature's life, especially with it's master (probably) so near to it.

-Ooo! A New Scene!-

As Sokka focused completely on the fish before him, and ignored his sister Katara's shenanigans, he noticed that there was something off about the water today. Normally, the ocean was calm, allowing any in the Water Tribe easy passage, and that was something they always relied on, but today… Whatever was happening, it couldn't be good, but he still was responsible for feeding the village, so all he could do was fish and hope.

A giant splash stole his attention, and then his nerves caught up as he felt freezing water get dumped on his head. Normally, he would have let it slide, keeping his grumbling to himself whenever Katara got a little too "water happy" as he liked to call it, but today was his breaking point. Dad had left him in charge of the village and he couldn't very well take care of his people-even if they weren't his once Dad came back-if his sister was constantly scaring the fish away, so he whisper-yelled, "Why is it that every time you play with 'magic water' I get soaked?"

She did exactly as he expected, though, and instead of apologizing for near freezing him, she just started going all spoiled little princess on him, talking about how it was waterbending, not magic, and he had heard that speech one too many times for it to go uninterrupted, as he cut her off with, "Yeah, yeah, you have special powers that make you better than the rest of us, but let me tell you, even though waterbending is a big, even though dying, part of our culture, it doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want!"

"Sokka," she was trying to stop him, and maybe it was a good idea, but he was set off, and there wasn't much that could stop him now.

"No, I've kept my mouth shut long enough. You keep acting like we are perfectly fine, that there's nothing wrong with the world, but let me tell you-"

"Sokka," there was more urgency in her voice, a small voice in his clouded head noted, but he forged on.

"This world is broken, the Avatar is either hiding or isn't going to come back, and there's nothing we can do about that. Even if we could, we still need should-"

"Sokka!" That grabbed his attention. If this was just her getting mad and wanting to shut him up, there would have been a lot more anger than fear in her voice, so this must have been serious. Turning around to see what she was pointing at, he saw why exactly she was afraid. There was a gigantic iceberg ahead, and a current was just beginning to pull on them, dragging the two children towards an imminent death.

Before doing anything else, he said to his sister, "Can you do anything about this with your bending?" When all she did in response was look down with red coloring her cheeks, Sokka grabbed for the oar, desperately rowing in an attempt to get them out of this. He knew it was futile, but at the very least he could keep them out of danger long enough to jump overboard, even if it had them stranded.

Using all of the skills he had picked up both from Dad and personal experience, he kept them away from many near-collisions, and slowed the boat just enough to grab his sister, jumping to the oddly spherical chunk of ice, barely getting his own feet on solid enough ground before throwing Katara as far as he could in the safest direction he could. The Water Tribe boy only teetered for a few seconds before falling forward onto the 'berg.

His sister, hyper as she was, was already up and inspecting the new wall nearest her, not giving him a moment's rest before banging on it and wittering on about someone being inside of there.

Wait. "Katara, don't! This could be a Fire Nation trap!" But she wasn't listening like she would have to their dad. She just ignored him, grabbed Boomerang from where it had landed a few feet away, and started banging away at the ice.

Sokka was horrified, grabbing his favorite weapon from her and preparing to scold her, when he noticed the crack in the ice that definitely hadn't been there before, and that crack was just getting bigger by the second. Pushing Katara behind him, Sokka thought about how if this really was a trap, they'd soon find out.

A/U: New story! Sorry if you read Gohan Effect and liked it, but for now, I just don't have any interest in continuing it, as I rediscovered Avatar, and then played Mass Effect 3 to try to hype myself again. It did not work. This time, I will make a solemn promise not to give up on this. There's also the fact that summer is coming up, so there will be no more school to constantly depress me! Woo! Otherwise, this chapter is more of a pilot than anything else and I have already written considerably longer chapters.

Updates should be weekly until summer work is done so I don't get ahead of myself.

~LoboTheWolf