Chapter 10

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A/N: I am sorry for the very long wait. I had exams to pass (I've finished my first year at University, only four to go!). And then there were a small case of writer's block, where I did not feel satisfied by what I wrote. I rewrote this chapter several times as a result.

But I'll also thank those who favourited/followed the story. Also thanks to those who reviewed (Gregory Hanssen and Victoria I could not reply, but thank you so much!).

But now I'll stop rambling and continue with the story for you. Hope you enjoy!

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As Harry felt himself returning to the waking world, he did not immediately open his eyes. He wanted to savour the dream he had had. He had somehow managed to transport himself to another planet called Pandora, transformed into a blue alien and gotten a flying pet he named Theron. It was such a beautiful place, with clean air and glowing plants, and animals beyond his wildest imagination. Though, it might not be so strange that he would fantasize about such a place, considering how the Earth was faring at the moment. The air was polluted, the population was growing out of control and the wonderful plants and wildlife that used to thrive was all but gone.

The most depressing thing was, that included the magical creatures. There were no longer any of the magical creatures to be found in the wild anymore, the only ones were the lucky ones in the care of dedicated wizards and witches. Though there were some creatures that had become instinct nonetheless. The first of those, were the phoenixes. Fawkes had been one of the last remaining phoenixes.

Sighing, and trying to distract himself from those depressing thoughts, Harry opened his eyes to start his day. Only to be met with the sight of Theron's wing draped over him. He blinked in surprise, then a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn't a dream at all! He really was on Pandora, had really had a companion in the flying ikran and …

His smile slid slowly off his face as a clenching hand grabbed a hold of his stomach. Hermione, the last of his friends who could bare to spend time with him without flinching or running away. She had become old and wrinkled, aging over the years. He had, over the years, lost those close to him. Some had succumbed to sickness and old age, but others he had simply fallen out with, and never managed to reconnect with them. It had been too painful to see the people he cared for age while he himself was frozen it the age he was when he unwittingly collected all the Hallows and became the Master of Death. And one of the drawbacks of becoming the Master of Death, was a certain aura he seemed to radiate, affecting almost everybody around him. The only ones who seemed to not bother, or at least showed it at a later date, was those he had been close to before the Incident, as he had begun calling it.

Some, like Ginny, started noticing the aura not long after. He and Ginny split up a few months after the Battle of Hogwarts, that incident seemed to spark the old jealousy in Ron again. He became cold and distant towards Harry. After a few months of this, with both Ginny and Ron acting so cold towards him whenever they were in the same room, Harry stopped going to dinners at the Burrow (though Mrs. Weasley tried her best to convince Harry to come by at least every other day).

Though it hurt, Harry did not show it. Over the years he had become something of a master of hiding his true emotions and when he actually as hurting. One of the skills he acquired while living with the 'loving' Dursley's. There is a reason why not even Ron or Hermione managed to find out much about how he had it with them. Sure, they knew some of it, but Harry had never really managed to share it all with them. There was only one person who managed to find out eventually. Luna Lovegood. Though Harry had always liked the strange girl with the sharp mind, after the war they had become even closer than he had been to anybody else. She had a gift of just knowing things by just looking at you that was slightly unnerving, though Harry appreciated it.

She eventually married a guy named Rolf Scamander (who of course was related to the magi-zoologist Newt Scamander) and had two twin sons; Lorcan and Lysander. Though his aura seemed not to bother Luna in the slightest, both her husband and sons reacted to Harry's presence like most others. Unfortunately, Luna died six months before Hermione, and just three months after her husband. Harry remembered that period well, when Luna was bedridden just weeks after her beloved husband was laid to rest. He attended both ceremonies, though he stayed in the shadows, away from the others attending.

After that, only Hermione remained, and she was rapidly declining in health. In the end, she could not recall who he was when he visited. However, though it hurt to see his oldest friend in such a state, Harry tried to visit as often as he managed. He stayed several hours every time, showing pictures and talking of the old days, reminding her of her own life and the people who she loved. Though that last week, he had caught a cold, and knowing that she had a poor immune system, refrained from visiting during that time, so as not to give it to her. Only to discover that she passed away during that week. And buried before he had a chance of attending the ceremony. He hit a low spot after that. He walked aimlessly for several days afterwards, thinking of his old friends, who he still cared for, even after all this time. Hermione and Ron, his first friends. Luna, who always seemed to be brimming with life and being surprisingly sharp as well as coming off as slightly crazy (one of the reasons he liked her). Ginny, his first love. She died in a freak accident during one of her matches, she truly was a superb chaser. Hagrid, his father-figure. It took a long time before Harry realized that the closest thing he had had to a father, was Hagrid, not Sirius. Though he loved Sirius, his Godfather only seemed to see James's son, and not Harry. Hagrid always saw Harry for Harry. The first time they met, he had baked him a cake for his birthday and even bought him a birthday-present. And he continued to look after Harry, before dying at the impressive age of 126.

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A sudden sound jerked him out of his own bittersweet memories of lost ones. There was someone there in the cave with himself and Theron. He stiffened, listening for more sounds. He had not experienced another animal entering the cave as long as he had stayed there, though he had not stayed at Pandora long enough to know of all the possible dangers that lurked around. For all he knew there could be some other creature around that would enter caves in search for easy prey. But then his senses caught up with him. If there truly was any danger in the vicinity, then Theron would react. His senses were, after all, more acute than Harry's, and Theron was still laying relaxed beside Harry.

Shoving the big wing and wiggling out from below it, Harry managed to see the rest of the cave. And there he found the source for the sound; Jake and Neytiri were sitting just inside the entrance and conversing silently with each other. As he was sitting up, they stopped talking and turned their attention towards him. An uncomfortable silence followed. Jake finally broke the silence;

"Well, that's not something you see every day. Care to explain what, exactly, happened?" Harry smiled, though the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Well, I would if I could. But I am not entirely sure myself. But I will try my best to answer what questions I can," (and is willing to, he added in his mind). Neytiri nodded, as did Jake. They did not come any closer, but Harry supposed that was probably best. Theron was a rather big and intimidating ikran, and he seemed to be rather protective of Harry of late. Harry settled himself more comfortably against the stone wall. As he did so, he noticed how heavy and slow his body moved. 'Magical exhaustion. Used rather much magic to re-enter my body again it appears,' he thought to himself. He would worry about that later, not he turned his attention towards his two guests.

"Well, what do you want to know first?" he asked. He saw Jake and Neytiri exchange glances, before Jake answered his question.

"To start with, your name is not Na'vi and you only speak English. But you clearly have a Na'vi body. How come?"

"That is an excellent question, Jake. And I will take a little time to explain." He paused there, thinking just how much he was going to share with them, and just how much he could trust them. Deciding that he would keep most of his past, including magic, hidden, he went with an abbreviated version of the events.

"Well, the reason I speak English is easy enough to answer, I am English." So, he started explaining, telling them that he had lost all his family at a young age, and when the last of his friends left him, he could not see the reason to stay behind. Both Neytiri and Jake seemed shocked by his revelation that he had actually tried to kill himself and ended up here on Pandora instead.

"How I managed to get here, I have no idea. But Eywa gave me this body and said that she would give me a new life here, because there was nothing left back on Earth for me. She also guided me towards Theron here," he patted the ikran's side as he spoke, "and I've been here a few months." He paused, looking at his two listeners.

After a few uncomfortable seconds of silence, Neytiri broke the silence. "There is something you're not telling us," she said. Harry felt his stomach clench. But before he could say anything, she continued; "We will not pressure you. I am sure you will tell us in your own time. But at the moment I'm more concerned about we will do about you." Harry stared at her, confused.

"What do you mean, do about me?" he felt like a block of ice had slid its way into his stomach. He eyed them both apprehensively. He wished for his wand, or anything to possibly defend himself. But as he tried to stand, in an attempt to get more control over the situation, he felt like the floor was swaying like the deck of a ship during a storm. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. After a few minutes, the floors and walls stopped moving, and he could focus again. He looked towards his guests, both Jake and Neytiri had jumped to their feet, evidently ready to hurry over to him if it hadn't been for Theron. He had placed himself in front of Harry, in a protective stance, ready to attack anybody who neared his master. Only now did Harry realize just how much the wound had weakened him. His legs felt weak and ready to buckle under him at any moment, and he felt slightly lightheaded. He also supposed it might have something to do with the amount of magic he used to make his … soul? Spirit? Whatever it was, back into his body. Taking inventory of himself, he realized it was just general weakness and magical exhaustion. A day or two with rest and relaxation would fix him up quick.

"Note to self," he murmured to himself, "do not get poisoned by another spear. Too much trouble." A sudden growling sound made him blush (though he was not sure how that looked) as he realized it was his stomach. Looking back towards his two guests, he noticed they still looked slightly concerned. Smiling at them, he shrugged. "Just stood up too fast." He told them. They just looked at him. "Well, what would you do if you had just been poisoned by a spear thrown at your ikran and not really remember the last time you ate? And I might also add the banged-up head before that," he said, noticing how his voice sounded slightly accusing. He knew it wasn't their fault, but at the moment he didn't really care. He just wanted something to eat and drink, and then lay back down to sleep.

Neytiri smiled slightly at him at that. "Well then, I will make us some food. And we can continue this another time." She said, and quietly made herself busy with examining his stores of food and assembling and preparing for a quick meal.

"And as to what to 'do' about you," Jake said, as Neytiri was busy. "We simply meant that you look to be no older than 15, though I think you might be a little older than you look." Harry supressed a snort at that. "But it does not sit right with us for a teen to live alone on the mountains, especially in your weakened state. But I think we'll discuss this at another time. Now we eat!" he finished, as Neytiri handed both Harry and Jake some fruits. Theron just lay back down, and curled up beside Harry in a position where he would e able to spring up at short notice and still keep Harry safe.

Deciding to let it slide for now, Harry took the food and started to eat. For now, he'd just focus on returning his strength. Later he'd think more of what to do with the Na'vi, now that they had found him. Finishing his meal quickly, Harry told the two Na'vi that they could stay the night if they wished. They both agreed, and found themselves a corner where they could get comfortable. Harry absently noted that he would have to go out and gather supplies again soon as he laid down again, and was soon fast asleep.

Well, there it is. Again, I am sorry it took this long for me to update. I hope you liked, and please review!