Summary: When Minerva reads out an unexpected name and the impossible happens when Fawkes flashes into the hall with a raven haired boy. Who is this boy and how did Fawkes know where he was?

Chapter 1

Lily Potter watched as the Great Hall was filled students that had attended the school year previously. She was asked to fill the spot of 'History of Magic' after the School Board dismissed Binns, the ghosts from his position. The doors opened and the first years were introduced into the Hall. Lily smiled as she saw the many awe looks they had and she couldn't help but remember when she had been introduced to the Wizarding World and her own expressions.

It was like a fairytale land and even now, she was sometimes in amazement of the world she lived in. Her eyes landed on her son, Charlus Potter, the 'Boy-Who-Lived' as he was dubbed and her eyes softened as he grinned at her when their eyes met. Her son was arrogant in a way and spoiled yes, but she still loved him. Spoiled, not because of the fame, but because she and James were afraid of losing him, just as they lost...

She shook her head, trying to hold back the tears. She hated Halloween, hated it with a passion. The day she use to look forward every year as a young girl, became her most haunted day. She and James had decided to go out for a bit and left her children, yes children, with Peter Pettigrew, one of her husband's best friends, but when they returned, they felt a dark presence. Together with Sirius Black another friend and Albus Dumbledore, they had charged into the house, only to find Voldemort of all people pointing his wand at her young child, Harry Potter, the younger twin and before they could do anything, the killing curse was already shoot out of the wand and heading directly to the youngest.

However a miraculous feat occurred. Harry had somehow created a barrier, protecting both himself and his brother and the curse rebounded, hitting the mad man. All four covered themselves from the shockwave, but when they opened their eyes, there was only one child in the crib, not two. Harry was gone and presumably dead. Dead from the backlash. Dying protecting his brother.

She had never cried so much that night and many nights to come. Even now, she and James would enter the room they had created for him when they were going to move into Potter Manor and look at the pictures of when he was a child, before his demise. The newspaper, for some unknown reason, called Charlus the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and praised him for the Dark Lord's end. But they had told him the truth, the fact that it was his brother and that he should pay his respects to his dead younger twin.

Charlus had broken down, sad and angry that his brother wasn't there with him. Apparently, he had told his parents that he always felt something was missing, like a part of him was gone. She cried even harder. But there was something Lily Potter never told anyone, not even James and they told each other everything. Lily didn't think for a second her son was dead. She felt it in her heart that he was alive, that he was well...or she hoped so.

That was who she was waiting for. Harry had magic, even more than his older twin, which made both parents happy and a bit worried. They were worried that Dumbledore might try to turn him into a weapon or something for the prophecy they were told. He kept trying to interfere with their lives, with Nathan's life, trying to train him and everything. They had minimized their contact with him over the years.

They hardly left the Manor and if they did, they simply flooed to another property owned by the Potters, which was a lot, in another country and do their shopping and what-not. They were hardly seen if at all for the past ten years. So Charlus, although arrogant, something she believed was genetic from James, was still well manner but a bit spoiled since they paid all their attention on him, having no other child to take care of.

As she scanned the new students, she wondered how Harry would have looked, if he was even coming or alive. He had her eyes, while Nathan had James' brown ones but she remembered he had his hair, while Nathan had her red hair with James nest-head. Would he like studying like her? Nathan didn't even though he still studied, which she was disappointed in, but he didn't like flying either, which disappointed James.

No, not disappointed, she chuckled, horrified him. She remembered the incident that installed his fear of heights and really couldn't blame him. He did like Quidditch, but that was all. She slightly slumped in her seat when she couldn't see anyone with that description. She shook her head, trying to hold back the tears. She should have known. She should have never put her hopes up. She listened to the Sorting Hat sing his song, like it did every year and then the students were sorted.

"Charlus Potter!"

Lily sat tall and smiled as her son strolled with confidence to get sorted. Their eyes met and he grinned at her, which was contagious. The hat was placed on his head and after a couple moments,

"GRYFINDOR!"

The entire Gryffindor table erupted in cheers and she clearly heard the Weasley Twins singing 'We got Potter!'. She gave out a small chuckle as her son gave her one more grin and made his way to his house. She was proud that he was in her house and she knew James would be too. But there wasn't any doubt. Charlus was a Gryffindor through and through.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she realized that Professor McGonagall went quite. There were murmurs and when she looked the elderly woman's face, all colour had left her face. The other Professors were wondering what was happening as well, since no one had eve seen her look like that before.

"Minerva? Is there something the matter?" she heard Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of the school ask the Transfiguration Mistress. She opened her mouth several times, but nothing came out, which gained a couple of snickers.

"Minerva, just read the next name." he said a bit more forcefully and she seemed to snap out of whatever it was she was in. Lily had met her eyes-her apologetic eyes-and knew something was going to happen.

"Harry Potter!"

The entire hall went deathly silent. All colour had left Lily's face as she stared at the aged Professor. No wonder she was shocked! Alice Longbottom might have been Charlus's godmother, but Harry's godmother was Minerva McGonagall. No wonder she felt drained. But then...the list only showed the names of those who were alive. Was it really possible? Could her son really be alive?

Just as the commotion was escalating, Fawkes, a phoenix had burst into the hall in and sat on Minerva's shoulder. Looking into the scroll, he seemed to have nodded and then left in another burst of fire. Murmurs had a raised, wondering what Dumbledore's familiar was doing. A couple minutes had passed and then it had appeared again, but this time there was another person that was with it.

Her questions were answered when a beautiful child with messy jet black hair that reached a bit below his shoulders had sat up, glaring at the phoenix. His eyes, so vibrant just like her own, but it held power, and oddly similar to the Aveda Kaderva curse. He wore green robes that had sliver armor, with matching wristbands, which reminded her of Slytherin colors, but it didn't matter.

Out of everyone to have brought her child back to her, she would have never thought it to be Fawkes. But Harry was dead, remember? She kept repeating to herself, trying to hold back her tears, but there was no denying the fact that he looked so similar to James, with her eyes. The only difference was his hair was a bit longer, but it was still the horrible bed nest hair all Potters seemed to have.

Could she really let herself hope, hope that her child was still alive? They had never found a body and now that she thought about it, even though they had distanced themselves from Dumbledore after he had shown his true colors. Having the audacity to actually bring her children to Petunia and lie about Sirius being their secret keeper. She was glad that she and James were alive, lest their children would have been with that manipulative old goat.

Lily brought herself out of her thoughts as she looked at the boy, who had finally stopped glaring at Fawkes. He seemed to be looking around, dusting himself from the ground, just as every one was staring at him. Lily, if she was drinking or eating food, would have sit it out when she heard the boy call Fawkes the very same name James had called him years ago,

"Where the hell did you bring me you stupid flaming-chicken!?"

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Albus Dumbledore was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardy and Witchcraft. He was the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. He prided himself in gaining these positions and the self-imposed Leader of Light. He came off as a king grandfatherly figure, but underneath was a manipulation 'For the Greater Good' man.

When he heard the prophecy about a child defeating the Dark Lord, he was sure it would be he Potter's child-yes child, he didn't know they were going to be twins-and had already plotted for ways to gain control of him. He was shocked when Lily gave birth to twin, but he had sensed the younger one being much more magically powerful, so deduced that he was the prophecy child.

But oddly enough, the next time he had met the Potter, the boy was lower in magical power than the elder twin. He was a bit confused at the time-heck he believed James and Lily had done something but shook his head since they did everything he told them-and so he deduced that they were both just born, so their magical cores needed to settle. He thought he was wrong when he witness the younger twin deflect the killing curse, but then brushed it aside when he died in the backlash.

Albus would never admit it, but he was glad the younger twin was gone back then. It would provide a way for the Potter parents to focus all their attention on the Chosen One. He had actually wanted the Potters to have died in the attack and even now he still stood by that wish. They had ceased all contact with him after that night, having never left their manor. He heard a couple times that they were in other countries, he believed they had properties, but even with his statuses, he wasn't able to prevent hem from leaving Britian. 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' and his parents had much more politic clout then he did.

When Charlus was approaching his eleventh birthday, he had almost jumped in joy. Now he could get contact with the boy and influence him, maybe use a bit of charms along the way, with the interference of his parents. He was informed last minute that Binns was being replaced with Lily Potter. Apparently, the 'Boy-Who-Lived' couldn't study in an environment with a ghost as a teacher. He destroyed his office in a fit of rage.

He had brought out of his plotting when he couldn't hear any more names after Charlus Potter-who was thankfully in Gryffindor. He looked at Minerva and was slightly taken a back at her pale and shaking form.

"Minerva? Is there something the matter?" he asked in curiosity, but she didn't answer him and it was getting annoying when she tried several times, but never once did her eyes leave the paper. He honestly wondered who had shaken her up so.

"Minerva just read the next name." he said a bit forcefully, his frustration accidently leaking out. That seemed to have worked, but his world came crumpling down when he heard the name.

"Harry Potter!"

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Minerva McGonagall prided herself as a Transfiguration Mistress and as Deputy Headmistress. Each year she would go to the homes of Muggle-born child and introduce them to the magical world. She loved to see the excitements and sparkle of interests in their eyes. It never got old to her. She had to manually input in which of them were coming and those that weren't. Those who weren't muggle-born were automatically written down, their names magically there. It was an enhancement Rowena Ravenclaw created and was still used.

When she saw escorted the first years, she gave them a soft smile as they looked at the magical castle in awe. She remembered her first time she had came to Hogwarts. Granted she knew of the magically world, she was still amazed to see the castle in real life. Her eyes drifted and she spotted Charlus Potter, the son of her favorite Transfiguration student and former apprentice, James Potter and Lily Potter.

She wasn't close to Lily as she was with James, but she had been touched when they had named her godmother of their youngest twin, Harry. She had fell in love with the cute child and it had broken her when she was told of his death. She felt that she had failed as a godmother, that she should have protected him. She had still kept in touch, being invited to parties and such, but it just didn't feel the same and she could see it in their-the Potter's eyes, that although they wanted to stay strong for their remaining child, it still hurt.

Minerva had stood beside the Sorting Hat as he sung is song. It was pretty much the same like every year, though the Hat like to change it up a bit. It never got old really. Once he was finished, she began reading out names of each first year student, starting with Hannah Abbot who was sorted to Hufflepuff. She kept reading until she reached Charlus Potter. She gave him a small smiled when he was sorted in her house and shook her head at the Weasley Twins antics. She looked back at the paper in hand and was going to read the next name, when she froze.

That wasn't possible...

His name wasn't suppose to be there...

What sort of sick joke was this!?

But then she remembered, remembered that the list would always have the names of students that accepted their letters. So if they accepted, then it really meant...?

She vaguely heard Albus tell her to continue with the Sorting and making her decision, she looked at Lily, who was giving her a worried look. She gave the young female an apologetic look and said the name she never believed she would say within these walls.

"Harry Potter!"

She heard the Great Hall going deathly silent and she couldn't blame them. She didn't know what to think of any of this either. She saw all the color drain from Lily's face from the corner of her eye, and as she scanned the crowd, she noticed Charlus was looking at her in shock.

She was going to move on, when Fawkes had appear, starling her a bit. He had looked at the paper and she could have sworn she saw him nod and then flashed had a raised, wondering what Dumbledore's familiar was doing. A couple minutes had passed and then it had appeared again, but this time there was another person that was with it.

Her questions were answered when a beautiful child with messy jet black hair that reached a bit below his shoulders had sat up, glaring at the phoenix. His eyes, so vibrant just like her own, but it held power, and oddly similar to the Aveda Kaderva curse. He wore green robes that had sliver armor, with matching wristbands, which reminded her of Slytherin colors, but it didn't matter.

Harry was dead, remember? She kept repeating to herself, trying to hold back her tears, but there was no denying the fact that he looked so similar to James, with her eyes. The only difference was his hair was a bit longer, but it was still the horrible bed nest hair all Potters seemed to have.

Fawkes, must have known where the child was, she kept telling herself, trying to get hope that her godson was alive and in front of her. Phoenixes could find anyone they had met and she was sure he had met the Potter twins when they were babies.

"Where the hell did you bring me you stupid flaming-chicken!?"

Yeah, she thought dryly as she stared at him, he was definately James Potter's son alright

So, this is a crossover fanfic with Avatar: Legend of Korra. The boy-which is obvious Harry-is wearing clothes that people in the Metal Clan wear. Hope you enjoy!