Harry Potter and the Mystical Elemental Orb

Harry Potter and the Mystical Elemental Orb

by Merlin's soul

Chapter 3: A new life

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Avatar, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Nickelodeon and I simply writing this for the pleasure of my brother and Myself.

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"You shall lay your hands away from my family, you shall not touch any one that I love or care about again, and be sure to stay as far away from me as possible, Is that clear?. He nodded his head fearfully and he felt his mask being ripped from his face and the boy studying him carefully committing him to memory after this observation was done he was flung into a nearby building with a crunch hurting his shoulder and his legs he also felt a concussion building, before he apparated away though he saw the boy-who-lived take hold of the muggles and disappear while the building was destroyed and burned to the ground.

He felt the members of the stupid Order apparate in to where the house was, he quickly disapparated.

Lucius Malfoy was not one to be easily cowed by anyone not the least some 6 year old hero of the wizarding world, but from that moment onwards he would fear the name "Harry Potter"

Harry was magically transported to an area long forgotten by the world, there seemed to be an icy wind building and he seemed to be floating on large ice-bergs.

Wait a minute ice-bergs? Harry thought opening his eyes. He quickly sat up, groaning as he did so, his head seemed to be on fire.

I can't remember anything from what happened in our house after that scary man did something with that wierd stick of his, although I can remember the pain from what he was doing and then wanting to hurt him back to protect Diana, Mione and Danny.

Wait Diana, Mione and Danny? he jerked awake were are they? he thought.

He quickly stood up after hearing a shout of HARRY!! but was surprised to find a heavy weight collide into him and promptly return him back to the floor from which he came from, he could now hear the sobbing of someone in relief and looked up at the person who had fallen onto him and was now laying on him in surprise before realising it was Mione.

She was sobbing and saying how she was really glad that he was okay and how she were really thankful that he wasn't hurt by those big, bad and scary men and also how he was so brave to stand up to them, while he was busy telling her that he was okay and there was no need to cry over him.

AHEM! They heard a cough behind them, they turned around to see Diana holding Danny while being surrounded by a group of what could only be regarded as monks, they had bald heads, were dressed in long orange robes that covered half their bodies, and had strange lines and markings on those uncovered parts of their bodies, they were all quite old.

"If you two are finished...ehm...re-acquainting yourselves with each other we would like to leave and get to the village before the storm begins". Diana said with a smirk on her face.

This caused a number of reactions from the two children on the floor, they both quickly jumped up from the floor and landed a few metres apart, while quickly blushing when they realised the position they had been found in.

Harry quickly covered his blush by stating that girls were "icky" and that they had "cooties". Hermione recovered too and stated that boys' cooties were worse than the ones girls had and that she was never going to hug any boy apart from Danny in her life again.

This caused the monks to smile gently at the two children. Harry then turned to them and asked them who they were and what they wanted.

The most elderly of them all, stepped forward, gave a small bow and said "I am Chief Air bender Anuka, descendant of the great Air-bender, Avatar Aang and his warrior Water-bending queen Katara. Come let us walk back to the village while I explain more to you".

As they walked Chief Anuka continued his story "Our village or rather town Kazutosoa was founded by the 5 warriors of the last battle of the Fire nation, they were Avatar Aang, his wife Katara, her brother Sokka and their friends the great earth-bender Toph and the great Fire-bender Zuko. Our town is situated around the temple where Monk Gyatso trained Avatar Aang around 700 years ago. The temple has since been restored to its original glory and now not just air-benders master their element here but also earth-benders, water-benders and fire benders. This Temple re-named the Gyatso temple by Avatar Aang in honour of his teacher and father-figure is the biggest in the world and has different sections in it dedicated to the "Five".

As they talked, Harry looked up at the sky to find that it was night time and that the storm was building up terribly, they finally managed to get into the town centre as the storm picked up, they crossed the town's market square in a brisk walk, as they found traders gathering their goods in a hurry, preparing to leave while their customers dashed away running, hoping to make it home before the storm's fury was unleashed. In a few minutes the town's market was almost empty and the rain began to pour, this was supposedly the cue for the elders, as they quickly made balls out of air, big enough to contain two. Harry and his family were carried onto six of these balls (Diana carrying Danny was on one with their designated rider elder), while Chief Anuka rode on a long stick which opened itself up and turned into a glider. As they rode Chief Anuka explained that the balls they were riding on were called "Air scotters" and that they were invented by Avatar Aang to get aroung quickly.

They arrived at the Gyatso temple soaking wet. Harry and his family were too tired to even look around, so Chief Anuka showed them to their rooms situated in the east wing of the temple, gave them a small, shiny, golden bell and bid them good night while saying that if they needed anything, all they simply had to do was ring the bell and the servant girl would be ready to serve them. They thanked him and bid him good night. They found their different rooms and were dead to the world as soon as their heads touched their pillows.

Albus Dumbledore, Head Master's Office,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

October 25th, 1986

Albus POV

Albus Dumbledore was not having a good year, period. He had thought that, to protect the one-year-old saviour of the wizarding world from the clutches of the disorganised but vengeful deatheaters, (whose master Voldemort had just been banished by the aforementioned boy) that the only safe place for the boy to go was to his relatives; Lily's sister Petunia &her family, afterall they were the only family Harry had, so it logically made sense that Harry should go there, at least that's what he told the Wizengamot.

"Well why did you neglect to tell them that Harry's relatives were the worst muggles anyone could probably come across and that they hated magic with a passion that was never before seen". A thought in his head sprung up.

"Well I wanted him to grow up in a place without magic, where he wouldn't have heard of his fame and popularity within the wizarding world so he wouldn't be so big-headed and obssessed with himself when it came time to tell him about his destiny". He dismissed. "And also the only place where Lily's blood protection can be put to the ultimate use is at Petunia's house". He added.

"Well I'm sure that had nothing to do with you controlling the boy, when he comes to Hogwarts, he will see you as a saviour (rather ironic, since you are saving him from yourself) because, you saved him from the hands of his relatives, and he would be ready to do anything for you, including fighting the most powerful Dark Lord since Slytherin to death, thereby giving you a willing pawn to make and to discard with when the time is right." The thought countered back.

"I really must be getting a bit mad if I argue mentally with myself". Dumbledore said, sighing to himself loudly.

He looked at the room which contained lots of instruments spinning and whrring loudly; these were the instruments that he had been using to monitor young Harry, whom he thought would be protected in his aunt's house, yet seemed to have disappeared right under his long and crooked nose. He agin thought back to the event 3 months ago that had caused him so much fear.

FLASHBACK

HEADMASTER!! HEADMASTER!!

Albus heard himself being called from his happy reverie from a position at the far corner of his office; the fireplace which was now flared green, had the face of one of his order members; Kingsley Shacklebolt. He immediately gave Kingsley his famous smile with the twinkle in his eyes at full blast. He noticed Kingsley become quite agitated and anxious at this but pretended not to notice.

"Lemon drop, Kingsley" He offered producing a bag full of lemon drops.

Kingsley had to take a deep breath not to say anything disgustingly rude to his one time headmaster and proceeded to count to ten before declining politely.

"Sorry Headmaster not today, I'm afraid, but thanks anyway". He paused, looking directly at Hogwarts Headmaster, waiting for the signal to say whatever had got him excited.

Dumbledore simply nodded his head; a silent signal, which Kingsley took and proceeded to spit everything out in a big rush.

"Headmaster, Arabella Figg has just informed us that the wards surrounding Privet Drive has been destroyed".

Dumbledore immediately, jumped out of his seat and in one powerful stride he was across the room, to the table filled with different instruments, he picked up one of these and proceeded to turn it around and whisper a spell at it, which caused the instrument to go a deep red. Dumbledore paled.

"Kingsley gather the rest of the order members and tell them all to apparate as quickly as they can to Privet Drive, we have an emergency".

Kingsley quickly withdrew his head from the fireplace.

Dumbledore pinched some floo powder from the draws in his table, threw it into the fire and quickly stepped into it when it turned green.

"Number 8 Privet Drive, Arabella Figg" was all that was heard before in a rush of wind, he was gone.

He arrived at Number 8 Privet Drive, breifly taking the time to brush the soot off of his brightly-coloured robes, he immiediately smelt sulphur in the air and turned around to find Arabella Figg watching him. He raised his eyebrows in question which she promptly dismissed.

"Headmaster, I think you should take a look for yourself". She said.

He simply nodded and followed her out of the room as she led the way out of the house.

Stepping out on the road that led to Number 4 and he nearly let his jaw drop, there was so much destruction that it was unthinkable, there was chaos everywhere, the muggle police & fire fighters were now involved and everyone was running around franticly trying to help out. Albus muttered a spell underneath his breath and then walked into the devastation, nothing could have prepared him for the level of destruction he would find, there was smoke everywhere, nearly blinding him as he walked, he promptly cast a spell that would allow him to breath in fresh air, rather than the sulphur infected one which the smoke was producing. He kept walking until he came to the epicentre of the blast, number 4 Privet Drive was no more, instead there was just a crumble of walls, wood & beams strewn about everywhere, with small streams of magma running out from the earth.

He shook his head in disappointment, the protection that he had placed for Harry was gone, all gone with the destruction and there was no way to reverse it.

He heard screaming coming from somewhere and immediately began to walk in that direction, he saw the muggle emergency car and behind it lay Vernon Dursley, unconcious and nearly in a coma because of a blow to the head, while the paramedics performed CPR on him; Petunia and Dudley sat looking on worriedly at their husband and father respectively.

He walked up to them quietly and spoke softly "Petunia can I have a word please". She quickly jumped back in fear and shock, she turned to look at him and seemed to freeze in place, she looked around miserably obviously weighing the advantages of speaking to Dumbledore or staying with her husband, in the end she gave up and simply sighed, handing Dudley a sweet and instructing him to stay with daddy ok, before proceeding to follow the strange man (whom the paramedics strangely enough did not notice come in and then leave) out of the back door of the ambulance.

They walked for a good 2 minutes before she decided she'd had enough, Do you know what happened to my husband and our house, Mr Dumbledore? she inquired, trying hard to be polite.

Dumbledore grimly shook his head, Where were you this morning ma'am? Dumbledore asked.

"Well I woke up early in the morning and I remembered that Dudley had asked for some kind of new toy racing car that he had seen advertised on tv and so decided to take him shopping with me to go and try and buy it." She replied.

And your husband, was he at home? Dumbledore asked.

"Yes Vernon was at home and has been for the past week, since he lost his job at Grunnings" she replied bitterly

What are his injuries?

"The paramedics say that he has sustained a blow to the head, that has left him unconcious and that he is sli-slip-slipping into a c-c-co-om-a which he might not recover f-r-o-m", her words interrupted by her sobs.

And your nephew?

"I haven't seen Harry since I got back and the fire-fighters say that there was no one left in the building thank-fully when it collapsed".

He nodded his head, thanked her for her time, re-assured her about her husband and then sent her back to the ambulance with a modified memory.

He turned around and walked back, he couldn't fathom how or what had caused this level of destruction, it was just beyond imagination, he tried to think if Voldemort was in anyway connected but quickly scrapped the idea, he reasoned that the amount of magic needed to have been able to cause this would have been to much for the barely-above spirit level Tom, he also eradicated the possibility of any of Tom's followers, the most powerful of them were in prison (Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers & Sirius) and Malfoy would be too scared to do anything that would jeopardise his freedom if his master wasn't alive. This left two possibilities; One that there was an incredibly powerful person out there, who had broken into the house, kidnapped Harry, destroyed the house before disappearing with the boy, or Harry had caused the destruction; which was unthinkable because he had taken steps to block the boy's magic when he was little and then had planned to release it all in one big blast against Tom, that would not only destroy Tom but Harry as well, this was his plan to get rid of the Dark Lord and also Harry, because he still enjoyed the power that he had over the wizarding world and he knew Harry was the only one capable enough of destroying Voldmort and then replacing him as the leader of the wizarding world, just as the prophecy had stated.

If he still wanted his control over the boy's life he was going to have to call an order meeting to discuss ways of looking for Harry disceetly, without alerting the Death eaters.

He brought out an amulet under his robes, with the shape of a phoenix embroidered on it, he tapped it twice with his wand causing it to glow a bright red before dulling a minute later.

He sighed, some order members were not going to be very happy with him, he took in a deep breath and as the wind blew and the leaves rustled, the man known as Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, departed from number 4 Privet Drive for the last time in a little crack of wind.

Albus Dumbledore, The Burrow

Weasley Home

Order of the Phoenix Meeting

October 28th 1986

Albus sighed, he had just finished telling the order what he had discovered at Number 4 Privet Drive and it seems the order was not responding well to his report.

He took in a large breath, let a small fraction of his aura show and shouted "EVERYONE PLEASE BE QUIET", this seemed to work because, everyone immidiately stopped talking, some shrinking away in fright, because they had never seen his aura and reaslising why he was the greatest wizard alive. The only ones who seemed to be unfazed were Mad-eye Moody, Professor Snape, and Remus Lupin (the latter who since he had been told of Harry's disappearance had seemed to be lost in his own thoughts).

Albus calmed down, "I know you are all concerned about Harry's disappearance, but rest assured Harry is still alive..."

"But where is the poor dear" Molly Weasley interjected.

"Yes Harry is still alive but it seems that the tracking devices I have been trying to use, cannot seem to place him, they seem to be saying that Harry is alive but just unlocatable at the moment". Albus finished

So does this mean we'll ever be able to find him? Arthur Weasley asked

"Yes of course we'll be able to find him, right at this moment I have Kingsley here, using ministry radar that monitors the magic of children when they are born, working on finding Harry's magical imprint, when his found it, Severus here will brew us a tracking potion that when combined with the "signature imprint of magical children radar" (SIMCR) will help us locate Harry and bring him to safety before the Death eaters get wind of his disappearence" Albus replied

So what should be done now? A young auror, called Devon asked

I just want you all right now to keep your eyes and ears open, we are not going to go public with this so that the Death eaters do not smell a rat, but I also need you to search discreetly whenever possible, monitor your conversations and be vigilant. Albus answered.

Anymore questions? Albus asked looking around the room,

"Okay well, if there isn't that's all for today, anymore news and you will be alerted, until then goodnight and may Merlin be with you, order of the phoenix meeting #210 is drawn to a close and dismissed". Albus closed

In a hurry to get home, no one noticed a small beetle with strange markings around its eyes fly off in glee. Sirius Black, High Security Convict

High Security Block, High Security Cell,

Azkaban Prison

November 5th, 1986

Sirius POV

The room was dark, dank and disgusting. The wall looked like it had seen better days, it was so old and dirty, that you couldn't even tell what colour of paint, had been used to paint it in the first place. There were also some carved insriptions of mames of long-forgotten dead people, dates and to an inexperienced eye, insignificant numbers which only meant something to the carver themself, some of these inscriptions had been done by fingernails while others seemed to have been carved using small rocks, which lay scattered all over the wet surface of the cell. There were no windows and only one gate-like door which led from the small cell to the large corridor outside it. There was no sunlight and the air was stale and smelt of human deposits mixed with sweat.

Hunched against the wall, was the broken form of a man, sat leaning against the wall, his clothes which were overly large for him, hung loosely off his emanciated frame, his hands were clutched together tightly and wrapped around his knee protectively, as if he was having a really bad dream, his head was bowed, his eyes were shut and his face scruched up as if in pain, leaving his limp and dirty hair to hang loosely covering half of his face like a curtain, his lips moved continuously in silent whispers pleading with the dream world to set him free.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, while his face which seemed to be in pain a second ago regained its composure and relaxed. His head snapped to attention, as he suddenly seemed to notice a sound.

DRIP DROP!! DRIP DROP!!

He relaxed instantly it was only the sound of the water from the ceiling.

"It must have rained last night, although I don't even know if its morning or night, or if it is today or yesterday at all", he sighed to himself.

"If I ever leave this God-forsaken place, I'd kill to know how they make it seem like the roof is leaky when it is so solid" he thought amusedly. "I suppose its one of the perks of azkaban" he thought grinning

Any outsider looking in, would have thought that this man was completely insane, smiling to himself and whatnot, however far from it, this man was very mentally capable, however spending 5 years in complete solitude with memory-sucking prison guards for company, is not the best way to develop any other type of humor apart from a slightly sadistic one.

He lifted his head to rest on the wall behind him, when something grabbed his attention; a torn of and thrown away piece of newspaper (probably the Daily prophet).

"hmm maybe I can use this to tell me approximately how long I've spent in this hell-hole", he thought,

"Although how exactly do I get it when its all the way along the corridor outide my cell and I haven't got my wand is any one's guess" he questioned himself detachedly

"Well no time like the present, to test that wandless magic that I've practising for quite a while now", he mused.

He stretched out his right hand and cleared his mind, he dived into his magical core which was shaped like a tennis ball around the heart, he reached in and began to will a strand of it into his right arm and then down his hands, he had to do this delicately and he couldn't afford to lose concentration or the whole thing would unravel, he pushed the strand into his hand andd then in his mind's eye connected it with the newspaper, he then began to pull the paper towards him; this was tiring simply because he had never tested it out on a distance this long before and because he wasn't physically prepared, he manged to will the paper into his hands before sagging against the wall and losing conciousness.

HPMEOHPMEOHPMEOHPMEHPMEOHPMEOHPMEO

He awoke to the sounds of his mother screaming about him being a blood traitor; he looked around and noticed the Dementors in his cell, he was feeling strangely replenished and quickly changed into his animagus to stop the influx of continuing bad memories. He looked around the room and seeing the newspaper resting under his paw, suddenly remembered why he had blacked out

"Oh man never try that again, Sirius", he scolded himself, "This headache is almost as bad as the time when you had a drinking competition with James the night after Harry was born", his eyes moistened in unshed tears.

"Lily was so angry, and though James eventually calmed her down, he had to sleep on the couch for 2 nights straight" he reminisced somewhat amusedly and sadly,

"What I wouldn't give for them to be alive today" he sighed "But peter is gonna pay for what he did I promise you James and Lily, he will pay dearly". He swore.

He took his paw of the newspaper and looked at the headline which read in bold "PRIVET DRIVE DESTROYED; HARRY POTTER MISSING" he gasped in shock "Harry? missing? this can't be right", his eyes jumped to the date printed "30th October 1986"

"Five years, I can't say I'm surprised, but I need to find Harry", he thought, he scanned through the rest of the paper only stopping to note it was written by a woman called Rita Skeeter, he chanced a glance upwards, the dementors were still trying to feed from him, suddenly his eyes were drawn to the door, which was slightly ajar, this was his opportunity, he darted out of the room leaving the dementors behind, (he was still in his animagus form) he continued sprinting finally coming to stop in the office of the auror in charge of the security of azkaban; the guy obviously thought he wasn't going to have any problems today, because he was asleep on his chair.

Sirius transformed immidiately into human form and simply eased the keys of the wand vault of the man while he slept. He then sprinted to the wand vault with the keys with him, he unlocked the vault making as little noise as possible. In the vault were stacks of boxes of criminals wands with the names of their owners written on them. Sirius moved quickly to the "B section" and immidiately located his wand, he pulled the box down snatched his wand out and ran out, only remembering to lock the vault before sprinting back to the office of the "security guy"

He arrived back at the office and looked in, the man was still fast asleep, so Sirius placed the key back down on his table and looked around, there was a window that led directly, into Lake Di'amont (named after Lord Di'amont who built azkaban) he opened the window widly, climbed on and jumped, transforming into his animagus form mid-air. He landed in the water and began to swim furiously, only one thought in his mind finding Harry Potter.

Meanwhile the guard in charge of security awoke to the cold air whipping in from the open window open, he looked around and noticed the keys to the wand vault laying innocently in front of him on the table, he raised an eyebrow, crossed over to shut the window, walked back to his desk while placing the keys back into his pocket, crossed his foot on top of his desk and returned to dream land.

Therefore the disappearance of Sirius Black was not noticed for a nearly two weeks.

Hey peoples,

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, it was because I hit some kind of writer's block, coupled with sports and college assignments and exams, it was almost a struggle to get through life. But here's another chapter to feast your eyes upon, unfortunately, this will be my last update for probably a month or so because I'm going on Holiday, but I will be composing the next chapter during holiday so that i'll only need to just write it on the computer.

Read and Review and I hope you all have a great Summer.

Barbados here I come. God bless you all.

Peace.