Crossover

By: polka-dotted-penguin-one

A/N: I don't own Avatar or Harry Potter. Okay this will take place during the seventh year. (I think)

The fire nation prince was lying on his back after sleeping. His eyes were closed, and he didn't want to open them. It had been long and hard since his fight with Azula. His uncle and he had been on the run for a week since. His uncle Ihro was of coarse looking on the bright side. For Zuko there was no bright side. There was no little light for the bright side. It was all one side, and it was just dark. Dark nothingness. On some days Zuko just wanted to fall down and die, but his uncle had this thing about no suicide.

In the background Zuko could hear the noises of the forest at day break. The squirrels were scampering around collecting berries and other food for their little squirrelly families. One made the mistake of scampering onto Zuko's no longer bald head. Zuko's hand came up with lighting speed and smacked the little bugger. The squirrel scampered off. Thinking his family could live without food for a few hours.

The squirrel had disrupted Zuko's concentration on not getting up. So he decided it would be best if he got up.

Sitting up Zuko's vision had black rings blurring his vision, from getting up too fast. Zuko stayed put and let his body adjust. When he felt that he could stand up without falling over Zuko stood. His uncle was still asleep next to him. I'll let him sleep for a bit more. Zuko thought walking over to the stream that was close to them. Zuko kneeled by the stream. He looked down into his reflection. He was disgusted. He was once a highly respected prince who could do anything he wanted. Then in a matter of seconds he lost it all. And now thanks to a certain evil sister of his, he probably could never go home. Unless it was in shackles. Zuko raised his hand and slapped the water as hard as he could, splashing water in his face. The cool water felt good on his bare skin. Sighing Zuko washed his face in the stream on water.

After that, Zuko stood walking over to his uncle and sat down. Silently hopping someone was going through something like he was going through.

!7 year old Harry Potter wasn't happy. He was on the train back to Hogwarts. The young wizard wasn't planning on going to school this year and just looking for the horrcuxs all year, but his best friends Ron and Hermione had convinced him they could look for the horrcuxs at Hogwarts. He had reluctantly agreed.

Now Harry wasn't so sure. He was staring out the window watching the scenery pass by the windows. The young man was trying to figure out a plan to retrieve the next horrcux. He had already found out where it was, but he still had to get it. It was the bow of Ravenclaw. (It seemed to fit. And if that's already been found, sorry.)

Hermione and Ron were in the perfects car. Doing that perfects kind of stuff. Of course there were a lot less kids for them to have to boss around. Due to the little incident that happened last year. Some people thought letting their children go to a school that had a Death Eater for a teacher and a student was a bad idea. So this year there was about a third of what was there last year.

Ginny walked into the compartment, and sat next to Harry. Harry was glad for her company, and put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on her head. He had tried telling her that she would be in danger from Voldemort if she stayed with him. But she just wouldn't let go. After awhile Harry just stopped trying, and let Ginny win. They were still Boyfriend/Girlfriend.

Her hair was put in a pony tail in the middle of her head. Her bright eyes were complemented with some light eye shadow. And Harry could smell a light fragrance of peach mango coming from her. It was her favorite perfume.

"You look nice," Harry said to his girlfriend.

"Thank-you," Ginny answered. Kissing his lips. At that moment Hermione and Ron walked in.

"AAWWW! Kissy Kissy!" Ron teased. Putting his two index fingers together to signify kissing.

"You have really bad timing Ron," Harry answered looking up.

The young Avatar and his companions were walking in the woods. And as always, they were lost. Sokka's head was wrapped up in cloth. He had gotten an injury in Omashu. The fire nation had against all odds taken over the once great city of Omashu.

Flashback

The three children were in shock as they saw the great earth nation city in ruins. Upon entering they found out that the fire nation had attacked soon after they had left. Aang was defecated. Instead of being welcomed into the city, the children had to sneak around, finding very few survivors.

When they got to the castle Aang had to see the horror of his childhood friend lying dead in the throne room. Decay had taken place and there were maggots starting to go into the flesh. Aang completely broke down. Sokka was filled with an anger for the fire nation he could only remember feeling one other time. When they had killed his mother. Katara couldn't believe that the city could be destroyed. When the three were still mourning some fire nation troops barged in.

Sokka charged at them with no regard to his own life. Slugging one of the soldiers in the head, knocking him out. Katara bended the water in her water sling. Keeping the water over one of the soldier's mouth and nose until he was knocked out from lack of breath. Aang was still on the ground crying. One of the soldiers got Sokka on the head with a fire ball, making him fall to the ground in pain. This got Aang over the edge. His eye started glowing bright blue. With his tattoos doing the same. Aang bended the earth from under the soldiers, trapping them in the rock. He moved out of the room out into the city. Aang bended the earth to destroy all of the fire nation soldiers. The fire nation was drove from the city, with out much fight. They were put to watch the city. The real battle was over weeks ago.

Aang calmed down, and ran over to Sokka and Katara. Katara was healing Sokka's wound. She did the best she could, but she couldn't heal the burn entirely. She got some cloth from their sack and wrapped it around her brother's head.

After the battle the newly released city of Omashu had a proper burial for the dead who gave their lives fighting for the city. King Bumi's funeral was the most emotional. Aang couldn't control his tears. Katara wrapped her arms around his arms, comforting him. Aang gracefully accepted her comfort. Katara slightly kissed Aang's head in comfort. Aang slightly tingled at the sensation, happy that it was Katara who was comforting him.

END Flashback

That was over a week ago. Now the three were walking through the dense woods looking for an earth nation village with a master to teach Aang.

Walking through the woods, Katara heard a splashing coming from a stream. The sound was crying out for help with out even saying a thing. She turned her head toward the noise. And followed to where it came from. But it wasn't the noise that was drawing her to the stream. It was something else. One might say it was something magical.

The young master walked into a clearing that should have had a stream. But upon walking in, Katara saw a small pond. It was raised slightly out of the water, like a sauna tub. She walked over to it. In the water she saw her refection. But it was different than her usual refection. She couldn't put her finger on it, but this pond was special. It had some thing mysterious about it.

After walking, Aang noticed Katara wasn't with them anymore. His heart sped up a bit. He turned to Sokka who hadn't notice.

"Sokka, Katara isn't here anymore," Aang stammered. Sokka spun around.

"What! She was right behind us!"

"I know, but she's not here anymore,"

"KATARA!" Sokka yelled, putting his hands around his mouth.

"KATARA!" Aang followed Sokka's lead.

Katara's head whipped around. She had forgotten she'd left the boys.

"I'm over here!" Katara called.

"WHERE?" Sokka called.

"Over here!" Katara answered. The boys followed her voice to find her sitting by the small pond. They walked over to her.

"What are you doing Katara?" Aang asked sitting next to her.

"I think the correct question is, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Sokka exclaimed.

"Okay, I'll admit it, not the smartest idea to go off by my self, but something drawled me here. This water is special I can feel it." Katara said pulling out here water sling to fill it with some water from the pond.

Zuko had heard yelling not far away. It sort of sounded like the water peasants and the Avatar. Not that Zuko really cared. It really didn't matter anymore, but something pulled him up to see what was going on. His uncle was still asleep, but Zuko thought he could get back before he woke up.

He got up and walked to where the noise was originating. It didn't sound far off, but the woods seemed to go on forever. It was like walking in green pudding. (I've never had any green pudding but if you have, cool! Let me know!) After what seemed like forever, Zuko saw a break in the trees. He crept up to the clearing and looked in.

The water tribe boy was yelling at his sister for walking off alone. Saying that it was dangerous for a girl to be out in the forest alone. That got him a water whip to the face. The Avatar was more or less sitting down and watching the show, knowing the two wouldn't be done for a while.

Zuko's foot accidentally stepped on a twig. The Avatar looked up and saw him. He quickly got into fighting mode. Katara and Sokka turned around to see the banished prince watching them through the trees. At first they didn't recognize him. Seeing him with hair that wasn't half bald wasn't how they were used to seeing him. And he wasn't wearing any fire nation armor, but the scar that covered his left eye and beyond was still there.

Sokka instinctively pulled out his boomerang. Katara stopped filling her sling and got into a water bending stance. Aang got in a water bending stance as well. Zuko jumped out of the trees into a fire bending stance. He wasn't really planning to capture the Avatar, but he wasn't backing down from a fight.

Zuko threw the first attack. A simple fire ball at Sokka. The water tribe boy annoyed him the most. Sokka dodged it. Katara started to bend the water in the pond. Only it got out of her control and started flailing around as if it had arms.

"What did you do you peasant?" Zuko yelled. Attempting the escape the rage of the water.

"I didn't do anything," Katara screamed back. She barley had time to say that, because after she said it the water grabbed she around the waist pulling her into the pond and under.

"KATARA!" Aang and Sokka yelled. The water did the same thing to the water peasant and the Avatar. Zuko wasn't planning on getting killed by a pond with some attitude. He tried to run back into the woods but he felt the water slip its slimy wet fingers around his waist. Zuko tried to fight, but seeing as it was water, it didn't really work. The last thing Zuko saw was the dense forest surrounding the pond. Then he was pulled under.

Zuko couldn't feel anything. Water was rushing around him every which way. Pulling him apart then squishing him together. Air rushed from his lungs surrounding him with little air bubbles going nowhere. Water ran into his lungs through his nose. He couldn't breath. The darkness was moving in on him. I'm going to die. He thought. And just like that it was over.

He was on solid ground. Gasping for air, Zuko looked around him. The water tribe peasants were there along with the Avatar. Still shaken up by the little pond incident Zuko stood up. His legs were still shaky. He walked over to a parting in the trees, nearly tripping over Sokka's boomerang. After kicking it, Zuko got back on his mission. Zuko parted the trees with his hands. Looking out of the forest, Zuko could have just passed out.

A/N: DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN! That was interesting to write. I was listening to Disney music the entire time writing this. I think my brother got annoyed. But o-well. That's his problem. Reviews make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!