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Harry Potter/Avatar (Avatar): Fae

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Love means the same in any language.

Harry hadn't been prepared for the wondrous foliage that had encompassed the entire planet, moon or whatever the place was exactly. The humans called it Pandora, but for Harry, he called it home. It was a relatively new home, but one all the same, and for the Fae, as long as his home had flora, Harry was more than happy. Because for the first time in his very long life, Harry felt content. Of course there had been moments of contentment. Hogwarts had been one, but he had always considered that a substitute home, because even though it was away from suburbia, it was still made of stone. Dead. Nothing lived there, and what did, was only a small fraction of the Castle. And after he had left the school, he had discovered that the world was shrinking, there was less and less happiness and most of all, and the Earth was running out of trees. Which bothered the Fae terribly and over time, they had nothing left, nothing for him to talk to, and most of all, nothing for Harry James Potter to feel all that content about.

So he left his home behind, and went to another one. It was now his, and despite the fact that he had to make sure that no one could ever see him, Harry was never lonely. He had something to keep him company, some sentient force that he hadn't exactly decoded yet. Because, for some reason, Harry couldn't understand a single word she had said to him. Nothing.

But when she pushed her emotions through when they spoke, Harry could understand just about everything. Which is why Harry hadn't gone crazy with his solitary life, but every once in a while, he would glimpse someone. Whether it was someone he remembered from Earth, or those tall blue people, so similar in mentality to himself. And for an outsider, both races were splendorous. Humans with their curiosity and the Blue Ones for their ties with the home they lived on. But there were some that Harry deemed bad examples for their species, both the natives and the humans had their fair share of evilness spread throughout their people. And really, what species had no bad eggs?

Then came those who Harry discovered were not who they seemed. They walked in skin that wasn't theirs and the only thing that Harry could think of was a wolf in sheep's clothing. But when he asked the omniscient presence in his mind, the only thing that ever responded was a pleasant hum. And for a reason that Harry had no idea, he simply agreed with her, he let them parade around in their fake skin.

Harry had been minding his own business when he came across Norm Spellman. A few days later when he learned the tall fake skin walkers name, he thought that the man had been a wizard like himself, but he never asked, as the clumsy man never gave him reason to. But the first time that Harry stumbled upon the man, he was talking to a tree.

Harry wasn't talking to the tree, no; it was the average, everyday human who was doing the talking and judging by the pleasant vibrations from the spirit, Harry figured that he wasn't too much of a threat, so he decided to venture closer.

"You are absolutely astounding! The electromagnetic currents just flowing through one of your leaves is amazing…" The Human in the skin walker said in English. Honest to god English. Harry's eyes softened as he saw the blue hand tenderly stroke the leafy appendage of the tree.

'He quite odd isn't he?' he asked to the voice in his head. He received a rumble of a laugh in return. Harry took a step backward and a single twig snapped. A pleasant laugh broke out in Harry's head, and he stiffened. The man whipped around and stared directly at Harry, his eyes widening as he noticed just who was watching him.

"Pesu nga?" The man asked and Harry frowned, shaking his head, but keeping a defensive stance.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, his arms crossed and glaring at the other man.

"What are you doing here? You…breathing! You're not dead," the guy said, getting up from the ground he was previously kneeling on.

"This is my home," Harry answered. "And you're not dead either if I'm not mistaken…"

The presence in his mind gave a particularly hard shove, and a negative feeling welled forth, but it wasn't directed at the other man, no it was toward Harry.

'Yawne…' The being said, and for the first time Harry could feel no emotion coming from the spirits voice.

And so then, Harry felt his constant presence leaving, just keeping him alone with the man. But Harry was okay with that, in fact he was a little excited by that prospect. A new being, someone to talk to and from what Harry had seen, he was excited by the prospect of nature.

It was five months later when he remembered the word that the presence, Eywa he had learned from Norm, had told him. He smiled from his spot on the side of Norm, the slightly taller mans arm wrapped around Harry's waist.

"Norm?"

"Yeah Harry?" He responded, looking down at the Fae. (Which Norm still couldn't really believe, as there was no real scientific evidence.)

"Nga yawne lu oer." Harry said, his eyes smiling.

"I love you too Harry."

Yes, Harry supposed that he was more than Content on Pandora with the plants. And his mad scientist boyfriend of course, that was defiantly a bonus.

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TRANSLATIONS:

Pesu nga – Who are you?

Yawne - Love

Nga yawne lu oer – I love you.

So what did you think?

Next up: Kyouya/Harry

Harry didn't know what to think when he found a box of instant coffee on his desk. But from the flash of a smile on Ootori's face, Harry was sure whatever it was, it wasn't good.