Author: Just to clarify…. YES THIS IS A DRACO/HARRY FIC or HARRY/DRACO FIC. Don't like the sexiness, then don't read. Why are you reading Harry/Draco romance stuff in the first place if not for the man love? Just kidding. Hope you enjoy reading my fic. I have a lot of plans for it.

Oh, and I hope you don't mind the cross over…tell me what you think!

Chapter 2: And it begins…

Draco didn't realize that he had closed his eyes until there was a loud bird screech behind him, and he nearly blinded himself with the explosion of greens and the bright sun. He blinked rapidly as he took the scene in. A forest?

More importantly, a forest that looked nothing like the Forbidden Forest. It was too…colorful to be such a dark place. His stomach bottomed out in nervous acceptance. They were not anywhere near Hogwarts. Hell, they were no where he recognized, and he had been a lot of places. His hand clenched in growing trepidation…only to feel the brown leather of his fingerless gloves.

His first thought was 'gloves…?' and then he looked at his hand and thought, 'SHIT!'

"Shh!" Whoops, he must have said that last part out loud, really loud. Not that he cared at the moment.

"I'll fucking curse if I want to, Potter," Draco seethed when he heard the other mutter, 'I'll bet you do…'

"And apparently, so does Dumbledore. The chain is gone. We're trapped, wherever we are. You planned this with him, didn't you? Thought you could get your rocks off messing with me, huh?"

"Oh yeah, I'm so fucking brilliant that I trapped myself here with you. That bastard! Sometimes, I think I could murder him." Harry's teeth were clenched tightly, and he surveyed the scene and their change into Quidditch robes with passionate hatred.

"Really? I think that's the darkest thing that I've ever heard you say." Draco found amusement in Harry's distraught behavior. It took away from the unsure fear in his gut. Before Harry could retaliate, he asked, "What's that?"

Draco pointed to the satchel hung across Harry's right shoulder. Harry looked down in surprise and immediately rifled through it. The bag held several shrunken books, a shrunken cauldron, potion bottles and vials, two cloaks, Harry's invisibility cloak, a Tent-In-A-Box, a weird blue blanket/cloth, two shrunken wardrobes, two shrunken brooms, two silver disks, and the sorting hat. All the items lay on the ground in front of them, and they shared another scorching glare.

"How long are we going to be here?" Harry asked, incredulous.

"I think that I'm not going to like the answer," Draco shook his head, suddenly as weary as a two-hundred year old.

A ringing sound interrupted their reverie, and Harry saw that one of the silver disks was shimmering like a disco ball. He snatched it up and looked into the mirror-like thing.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice called out before her image swirled into view.

"Hermione! What's going on here?" Harry demanded.

"Well…You're in another world," She said, as calmly as possible.

"WHAT!" Harry and Draco raged.

"Shut up and listen before you say anything," she said, firmly, and their mouths clamped closed, "The world does not have a name, only four nations. I believe you will have a map of the place in the sorting hat."

"I don't want a map 'Mione. I want to get the hell out of here," Harry groaned.

"I'm sorry Harry, but that's not going to happen anytime soon. You're stuck there until the chain appears again." She answered.

"Well, how do we get the bloody thing to appear again?" Draco snarled.

Hermione sighed, staring back at their intense gazes with sad eyes. "You have to complete the mission. All we know about the world you are in is that there is a war going on. The four nations, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air are imbalanced, and that is not good. The Fire Nation is trying to take over the other three. You have to help, somehow." Hermione's brows furrowed, "We're not exactly sure what you have to do, but help with the resistance anyway you can to bring peace."

"That's just bloody fuck-tastic. As if I don't have enough to worry about in our world. Why are we here? Why did Dumbledore do this?" Harry deflated, and Hermione heard the unsaid question, 'Why does Dumbledore always do this to me?'

"I'm sorry, to the both of you," she said, and looked pointedly at Draco as well, "I think Dumbledore wants you to become stronger, and in that world, they practice wandless magic everywhere in its most basic form: the elements." Hermione seemed to be referencing a book on the subject, "It's a rare opportunity. Try to make the best of it…OH! And that blue cloth in the bag, did you see it?" She asked suddenly.

"Yeah… what's it for?" Harry looked suspiciously at the thing on the ground, as if it would jump up and attack them at any given moment.

"It's like one of the ones on the Great Hall tables. Lay it out when you want to eat and say, Bon Appetite, and food and drink will appear." She explained.

"And you almost forgot to tell us about this?" Draco raised a condescending brow, "Intent on letting us both die out here, Granger?"

"Oh, don't get all bitchy on me, Malfoy," She huffed, and Harry's jaw slackened with her name-calling. "You can communicate with us anytime you wish on these mirrors, like the floo. Keep one on both of you at all times, and you can communicate with each other as well, in case you get separated." She paused, looking a little lost, "Well, that's about all, good luck. Call me if you need anything," And she was gone before they could protest any further.

"So this is a back-ass-ward training method for you? I knew Dumbledore was not exactly right in the head, but… I'm glad I'm no teacher's pet." Draco shook his head.

"No, you're Snape's pet instead. I wouldn't call that snarky arsehole a teacher, either." Harry grumbled with his head in his hands.

Draco smirked, "You are just made that you couldn't brew even a wolfs bane to save your life."

Harry stiffened at the mention of his surrogate father, "I know I'm not good at potions, but I can still out duel you any day."

"I swear, one official duel, when we were twelve I might add, and you think you're a better spell caster than me. Typical," Draco rolled his eyes. "If you're such a great magic user, then get us out of here, snake-tongue."

Harry hissed and spat at him in the same unintelligible way he had in second year. It sent a shiver down his spine.

"Just because I'm in Slytherin does not mean I can understand that," He smiled almost ruefully.

"I said, 'I'd like to see you try to get us out of here. Don't you ever have anything useful to say?'" Harry snapped back.

Draco sighed, feeling like there was no reason to fight in this moment, for the first time ever, "I think that we should find some people who live here. Walk till we find a town or something. There, useful enough?" He couldn't help but add in the end.

Harry nodded while glaring at Draco, then stuffed the bag full again. It was obviously magicked, as the bag was no heavier than the cloth itself, and he could feel the water repellent and unbreakable charms on it. He scanned through the trees to see if he could spot anything in the distance. He saw a lean pillar of smoke to the north…or what he thought was the north. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at a tree while mumbling a spell before replacing it in its wrist holster.

"What was that?" Draco asked, following him as he started toward the smoke.

"A focal point." Harry explained, "Just in case we need to escape, if we apparate, we will end up here if we have no other place in mind,"

"Not a bad idea…" Draco admitted. "What are we doing now?"

"Doing what you suggested. It seems like someone is building a fire for a campsite or something. We can ask them and find out everything we can; the faster we work, the faster we get out of here." Harry sighed just as doggedly, if not more, than Draco had. "Look, we're the only people we know, and that means the only people we can trust here. We need to help each other out, or we won't be able to do anything productive to escape."

"So…a truce?" Draco asked, unsure.

"For as long as we are trapped, at least," Harry nodded.

"Agreed." Draco assented, thinking cynically while analyzing the situation, 'Oh, how the mighty have fallen…'

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The fire had not been really apart of a campsite, per se, because there were no tents or food over the flames. Only one lone man sitting on a log like a bench who stared at them intently with narrow navy eyes, dressed in white and silver robes, not too much different from a formal wizard's grab. His white hair and beard were long and impeccably clean. Although he seemed at peace with the forest around him, he looked out of place. Like an emerald amongst jade.

They both stopped a few feet from the fire, unknowing of what to say or do. It was uncomfortable under his quiet gaze. It felt like he was assessing them for their power, their worth.

"I see that they have sent a difficult challenge for me," the man in white commented, to them or to himself, they did not know.

"They?" Harry looked a little disturbed by the reverence in the man's tone.

"The fates," He smiled softly, "Those above us. I do not question who sends you, I am sure that it is not important in the least. Why you are here is the matter at hand."

"I was told that it was for training," Harry stated, uncertain now.

"Yes, that is part of the reason," He nodded sagely.

"Then, why am I here?" Draco ground his teeth, "As great as this opportunity may be to learn something new, I am not on his side. But we were both sent here."

"And that is the problem that you will both understand in time. It is apart of your test, but I can not tell you, it goes against the grain and would do more harm than good." His smile saddened.

"Who are you?" Draco asked, frustrated.

"My name is Roku, and I am to give you a push to start your quest off right," Roku said.

"What do we have to do?" Harry intervened before Draco could make a sarcastically smarmy comment.

"From here, you will both travel separately." Roku began, "Draco will meet with a group led by a boy named Aang, who is an Air-bender. Do whatever you need to to assist him and his group."

"Is it really the best thing to part us?" Harry inquired.

"What, you can't survive without the rest of the Golden Trio by yourself?" Draco smirked.

"I would like to see you get along without your flunkies dragging your arse around." Harry spat indignantly.

The sigh that Roku emitted distracted them out of their little insult session. Harry looked apologetically at the old man for interrupting him, and Draco just snorted.

"Yes, Harry, it is the best thing for you to part ways here," Roku looked between the two for a moment, "And you, Harry, will be traveling with the Fire Nation's Prince Zuko, who is a Fire-bender. Both of you will be taught by them, and after you learn what they can teach you, I will instruct you further. It is as you said, Draco, this is a grand chance, don't waste it." He held their eyes until they both nodded in reluctant agreement.

"Now, I will tell you what is happening in this world. The Fire Nation, almost a hundred years ago, attacked all three of the other nations. They almost completely obliterated the Air Nation, all except for one boy: Aang." He began in a light tone.

"Aang preserved himself for all that time until, about a year ago, he was awoken by the two who travel with him now. The Fire Nation is after him because they want to make sure he cannot interfere with their plans for domination."

"But why would they worry over a kid? I mean, they destroyed the res of his people…" Harry pondered.

"You are only one, and evil seeks you," Roku attempted to explain.

"Yes, but that is mostly out of spitefulness. You make it sound like Aang could prevent their plans himself."

"Because he most likely can, he is the Avatar." Roku said, "Master of all four elements, or he is learning to be."

"Sounds pretty fantastical. Can everyone learn how to manipulate all four?" Draco asked, suddenly the interested, 'good' little school boy.

"No, most are born with one ability or none, even when there are births between Nations." Roku said. At Draco's depressed look, he added, "You two, however, will be able to work with them all, your magic from the other world is broad enough to allow it."

"Hell yes!" Draco could barely contain himself. First, wandless elemental magic, and later to use the other types as well? He was in wizarding heaven, cloud 509.

Harry was not fairing much better with the excitement factor, but managed to sober himself. "But if the Fire Nation is so destructive, why send me, to their Prince no less, instead of with Draco?"

"Because the Prince had been exiled by this father, Lord Ozai. He is unsure of himself, but he needs to make a life-changing decision soon. I think you could learn the most from him and he from you." Roku said mysteriously.

Draco nodded emphatically, "So when do we leave and where do we go?"

"Down boy," Harry snickered. Draco cold hardly spare him a glare.'

"Harry will travel straight behind me and will meet up with Zuko and his guardian by the river a few miles away." He ignored Harry's comment, "Draco will go to the right of me and meet up with Aang in a town about a mile from here. There might be a bit of a commotion, but help the group as much as you can. I wish you the best of luck," And then he faded out like a candle flicker.

"Wait! What do they look-" Draco shouted out, annoyed. "Like…Bugger."

"Yeah. Why the hell can't anyone give us a straight answer without fucking disappearing?"

"Hmmm…You'd think because they want our help so much, they might want to get to know us better."

"Go figure. We could be pyromaniacs or just insane." Harry sighed. "Magic people confuse me…"

"Yeah, me too," Draco knew what he meant.

"Potter."

"Yeah?"

"What's a 'pyromanic'?" Draco's brows were furrowed.

Harry laughed, "Don't worry about it, its not really important."

Draco shook his head. "So, I guess we just jump on it, then?"

"I think that's what they've been telling us to do." Harry agreed. "Make a copy of this bag, we'll divide our stuff." Draco looked at Harry with exasperation, wondering why the other wizard did not make a copy himself, but held his tongue.