Avatar: The Boy-Who-Lived: A Harry Potter/Avatar: The Last Airbender Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender/ATLA, Avatar: The Legend of Korra/ATLK or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko; I do not own any other crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff. Slytherin. Long ago, the Boy-Who-Lived disappeared. No-one knew where he'd gone until, thirteen years later, a contest between three nations brought him home: however, the Boy-Who-Returned was not what they expected.
Author's Note: So, admittedly, this is my first proper attempt at a crossover between these two fandoms and, while the premise is kind of cliché, I hope that doesn't stop anyone enjoying it and enjoying the adventure that is to come.
And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Recommended Reads: Emerald Dragon and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, Shouri no Hikarino Tabi and I Want It All and More by Winged Seer Wolf, Harry Potter Bending Force by gadman85, The Firebenders by whitetigerwolf, Consuming Shadows by Child-OTKW, Who Dares Wins by OlegGunnarsson, Brave New World by Sunal and The Necromancer by MaeglinYedi
Key Pairing: Harry/Zuko
Other Pairings: To be determined
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BOOK ONE: FIRE
Chapter 1: The Boy in the Fire
Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw.
Slytherin.
Hufflepuff
Long ago, four great and mighty witches and wizards created a school of magic where it was hoped that all whom were born with the gift of Magic would be able to live in peace and harmony. But, everything changed when one of their number decided that the world only belonged to the pure and the righteous, while anyone and everyone else who didn't follow this creed deserved certain death, if not worse.
From this belief, Dark Lords and terrible forces rose, laying waste to the world, only to be stopped by groups of friends and allies, whom worked towards the good of all who practiced magic – and, in some cases, those who didn't practice magic, but still deserved life.
One of the worst of these Dark Lords was the one they called Voldemort.
Whole families, clans as old as time and beyond, and lives that could have been lived to their fullest, were all wiped out by the Dark Lord and his followers, whom dubbed themselves the Death Eaters, all of whom worked towards the goal of pureblood supremacy and wizarding superiority in the Magical World.
However, one fated night, the Dark Lord Voldemort's attempts for ultimate power and dominion over the magical world were stopped by the most-unlikely of Saviours.
A baby.
An innocent, now-orphaned child whom would have been destined to a life of fame he never asked for, and adulation that denied the truth of what he had lost.
If not for the timely intervention of Fate.
On that fated night, the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry James Potter, vanished from the world.
Where he had gone?
No-one knew and, for a long time, some even began to speculate that his fame was lost and that the rumours of his celebrity status were just lies to further humiliate and laugh at the Dark Practitioners of the world.
But there were some whom believed that, one day, the Boy-Who-Lived would return and save the world all over again.
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They were only half-right!
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Excitement.
Anticipation.
Curiosity.
Hope.
In a manner of speaking, it felt like the eyes of the entire world were on the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as the entire student body, as well as the staff, gathered in the aforementioned hall, on Halloween Night, to bear witness to the selection of the Three Champions required to serve in the Triwizard Tournament.
As well as Hogwarts' staff and students, there were also the parties featuring the representatives from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and the Durmstrang Institute, as well as the Ministry of Magic, the media and a few honoured guests whom were just there for the festivities. At the centre of the gathering, a large, stone podium had been erected, atop which, there stood the ancient, powerful Goblet of Fire, which was alight with its blue flames, bathing the hall in its glow and heightening the emotional states of so many people present.
Among them, Headmaster – among all other titles he had – Albus Dumbledore approached the Goblet, his twinkling blue eyes filled with all the same emotions as his peers and charges, as well as a glimmer of hope that burned in his wizened heart for a whole other reason.
One he had to fight very hard to keep to himself as he faced the combined number of students as he exclaimed, "And now, ladies and gentlemen: the moment we have all been waiting for! The Champions' Selection! To decide whom among you will have the honour and privilege of representing your noble schools and your peers in the Triwizard Tournament! So, without further ado…"
With that, Dumbledore drew a long, thin wand from his robe, before he tapped the Goblet once; as soon as he did so, a collective hush settled over the Great Hall as the blue flames suddenly turned red, seemingly pulling all the light in the room into its crimson glow as the Goblet's flames reared up, spitting out the first name.
As the parchment in question was retrieved by Dumbledore, the silence became so thick that even a pin dropping would have sounded more like an earth-shattering crash as the students, and staff, waited on the announcement of the first Champion.
They weren't left waiting long. "The Durmstrang Champion is…VIKTOR KRUM!"
Cheers, celebration and no small amount of encouragement all rose up from one side of the hall as a tall, muscled youth with a stern, powerful air about him strode towards the front of the hall, where he shook hands with Dumbledore before being guided towards a room at the back of the hall.
As the cheers quietened down again, Dumbledore wasn't the only one who held his breath as the Goblet's flames turned red for a second time, once again, causing a level of silence that any teacher, librarian or strict parent would have sold their soul to possess to fill the hall as, seconds later, the second parchment was spat out of the Goblet.
"The Champion for Beauxbatons," announced Dumbledore, lifting his voice for emphasis as he looked to his students, "Is…FLEUR DELACOUR!"
This time, the cheers were accompanied by a series of high-pitched squeals and girlish excitement, mostly from the Beauxbatons Academy members, as a young female, whom could have been described as sex on legs followed Krum's path, disappearing through the same door he'd been steered through, before the hush returned as the Goblet's flames once again turned red, ready to reveal the third name.
Seconds later, it was known. "The Hogwarts Champion…CEDRIC DIGGORY!"
The roar that filled the hall was, quite possibly, the loudest cry of celebration, respect and well-wishing emotion that any of the others could have heard that night, mostly because of the fact that the tall, handsome brunette who followed his now-rivals into the back room was easily recognised as the hometown hero in Hogwarts, and the fan favourite to represent their school.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Dumbledore, the cry of his voice silencing many of the students – though there were one or two whom whispered among themselves, some even complaining how they should have been chosen – as he addressed the hall once more, "We now have our three Champions, but, by Tournament's end, these three shall become one, as we discover who among them is truly worthy to call themselves the one, true…Tri…wizard…Cham…pi…on?"
The way that Dumbledore seemed to draw out the last word, his tone becoming more and more distant with each word, wasn't the only mystery in the hall, nor was it in poor taste as, just as he'd finished explaining things to his students, Albus Dumbledore witnessed the same thing everyone else did in that moment.
Namely, the sight of the Goblet of Fire's flames turning a deeper, more-potent shade of blood red than ever before, accompanied by a loud, shrill whistling sound that seemed to tear out of the goblet itself. At the same time, a series of weird-looking runes engraved along the edge of the Goblet suddenly lit up like a Christmas Tree whilst, as everyone in the hall stared in abject curiosity, one or two of them also had to duck suddenly as a stream of this same red fire erupted from the top of the Goblet, where it proceeded to fly through the air, seemingly creating a giant, five-pointed star shape, which burned brightly, fiercely and with such an iridescent crimson glow, it was almost as though the very fire itself was angry!
At the heart of the star, those nearest to the Goblet gasped in alarm, if not disbelief, when another burst of fire rose up, before it split into two pieces, one of which floated down to Dumbledore's hand, revealing itself as a parchment in the process.
As for the other piece of fire, however, this one seemed to grow much larger as it neared the floor before, to the alarm of the students, and several of the adults there, the flames hit the ground with an audible crash, kicking up a smoke-and-dust-storm that left many of their number blinded for several long, agonising seconds.
As several of the adults cast Ventus Charms and other air-clearing spells to lift the veil of smoke, however, nobody in Hogwarts, Durmstrang or Beauxbatons were prepared for what they saw standing between the student bodies and the disbelievingly-faced Dumbledore, whom had his eyes more on the parchment in his hand than the figures that now stood in the room.
There were three of them, all of whom were dressed in what looked like suits of red-and-black-coloured clothing, while two of them also wore armoured plates on their shoulders, chests and down their legs. The third, meanwhile, wore a thick-looking coat over his clothing and also seemed to be the eldest of the group, judging by his cloudy-grey hair and experienced visage, lined with wrinkles and wisdom beyond his years.
To the shock of many of the students, and a couple of staff members, one of the other two also had a painful-looking bandage over his left eye, as well as slick, dark hair, which seemed to be tied up behind his head in a topknot, while his right eye burned with golden-coloured fury that made him look like someone you did not want to cross, as was also evident by the twin swords he carried on his right-hand side.
As for the other figure, he had two bright, but cold-looking emerald-green eyes, and a head of wild-styled hair that made him look as though he had a crown of lightning bolts on his head. He also had a brand that was visible on his neckline, which was shaped like a crown of red flames, but it didn't seem to faze said young man. The green-eyed youth also carried what looked like a longbow, which he now held tightly in his hands, the bowstring loaded with an arrow, which he rose in a defensive threat as he noticed the new people surrounding him and his quarry.
"Who are you?" demanded the green-eyed youth, his voice edged by fire and fury as he snarled, "How did you manage to kidnap us? Tell me now and I might just spare you from having to die at my Prince's hands!"
"Who the hell are you?" asked Severus Snape, earning a cold look from the green-eyed youth as the Potions Master snarled, "You dare to question us when you are trespassing here, you…AAHHHH!"
Suddenly, even Snape's colleagues were left speechless – while three-quarters of Hogwarts silently cheered and applauded – when the Potions Master fell to the ground, a black arrow now embedded in his left shoulder, causing him to ooze blood all over his bat-like-wing-robes.
"Watch your tongue, peasant bat!" spat the green-eyed boy, his voice tinged with raw hatred as he growled, "I don't know who you are and, already, I want to roast you where you stand, but if I do, I might accidentally blow up this strange place thanks to all that oil in your hair! Now, can someone else explain where the fuck…"
"Harry Potter?"
Suddenly, the emerald-eyed youth spun around to face Dumbledore, who was looking at him in abject disbelief, as were the students, all of whom seemed fixed on Dumbledore, even as the green-eyed boy answered him.
"How in the name of the Spirits do you know my old name, old man?"
"Raiko?" asked the old man with the boy now identified as the seemingly long-lost hero of the Magical World, though the name he used to identify said lost saviour made almost everyone else feel confused by what he said, while the golden-eyed boy looked to his companion with suspicion and curiosity, as the old man asked, "Do you know this man?"
"No, General," said Harry, or Raiko, as the old man named him, holding up his bow once more, another arrow ready to fire as he hissed, "I've never seen him before in my life; I don't even know where we are or how we got here! One minute, we were in the Western Air Temple and then…where are we? How is it you've brought us to this strange place? Are you enemies of the Fire Nation? Assassins of Ozai? Are you, in any way related to the Avatar?"
"I don't think they even know what an Avatar is, Raiko," drawled the golden-eyed boy, earning a shocked look from Harry/Raiko, while the other boy scoffed as he explained, "Wherever we are, it's not anywhere I've heard of and we've been taught everything about the geography of the Four Elemental Nations. No…somehow, this is somewhere new; so, lower your bow and come stand by my side as you always have done. We will get our answers soon enough."
"Yes, my Prince," replied Raiko, earning a shocked look from many of the students, while the staff, including a now-seemingly-healed Snape, were looking at the newcomers in alarm, disbelief and curiosity.
In fact, if anyone managed to look calm enough to try and make heads or tails of this situation, it was the old man whom Harry/Raiko had identified as a General, whom was standing with the two boys, though only momentarily.
Seconds later, he stepped forwards before he bowed respectfully as he addressed a still-speechless Albus Dumbledore.
"Apologies for alarming and confusing you, sir, but, as you can see, my nephew and his bodyguard are quite headstrong, but I hope you forgive them. They are teenagers, after all; perhaps you might offer us an explanation as to exactly who you are and where it is we have found ourselves? Perhaps over some calming ginseng tea, or a nice game of pai-sho?"
For a long moment, Dumbledore seemed caught between answering the General's questions and just going ahead and questioning the emerald-eyed youth whom now stood close by the seemingly-injured boy in their midst. However, as he looked around the room, taking in the curious, disbelieving, alarmed, confused, lost and even amazed expressions on the faces of his peers, colleagues, charges and their guests, Dumbledore also felt a little confused himself, if only because of what he was seeing unfold before him.
Namely the supposed return of the Boy-Who-Lived, whom now called himself, and recognised himself, by another name – Raiko, which, if Albus' memory was correct, loosely-translated to the Oriental term for Lightning, similar to the deity's name, Raiden – and had a mean, aggressive streak that was definitely not the action of a hero.
He'd attacked Severus – whom was now looking at the boy with abject hatred and fury, both of which did not serve Dumbledore's plans any better or worse than the fact that the Boy-Who-Lived had finally returned – and openly challenged Dumbledore, not to mention he was so headstrong, defiant and trigger-happy.
In a bid to try and calm the situation, if not deal with the fact that he needed to get this boy alone, if only to have him explain himself, Dumbledore cleared his throat as he explained, "Everyone…the Selection is over; could all Prefects kindly lead their Houses back to the dorms?"
"But Headmaster…"
"That can't be the Boy-Who-Lived!"
"Where's he been?"
"Why is he dressed so funny?"
"What's with that other guy?"
"Why is his eye bandaged?"
"What's going to happen to them?"
"DON'T ARGUE!" Thundered Severus, earning a few alarmed looks from the staff as he snarled, "Back to your dorms now! If any student, save this intruder and his…companions are still in the hall by the count of five, they'll be cleaning the whole dungeons for a month without magic…with me supervising, just to make sure you do a competent job! One…"
Before he'd even finished saying one, the four Houses' student bodies, as well as the delegates from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, were already out the door, many of the Hogwarts students knowing anything was better than having to spend a month in Snape's company.
"Impressive," drawled the golden-eyed boy, earning a sneer from Severus.
"Speak when you're…"
"I wouldn't…"
Before the old man identified as a General could finish warning Severus about speaking out, however, Harry/Raiko struck out, namely by thrusting his hands out in a powerful commanding gesture, which seemed to be the cue for lightning to fly from his hands, which struck Severus hard and fast, sending him flying back into the wall at the far end of the hall.
"Merlin's beard!" exclaimed Minerva McGonagall.
"He…he just…he just threw lightning?" asked Filius Flitwick.
"No, I bent lightning, you ignorant fools," growled Raiko, scowling darkly at the downed Snape as he hissed, "As for you, peasant, watch your tongue when you speak to Prince Zuko, Son of Ursa and the Mad King, Fire Lord Ozai; Crown Prince of the Fire Nation and Heir to the Throne."
While more confusion and disbelief rose up amongst the adults in the room, the boy named Raiko seemed to flex his fingers, before he flashed his hands, summoning two balls of what could only be described as green fire to his hands while his green eyes bore deep into Snape's alarmed, disbelieving and enraged expression. "Speak out against him again and I promise you; I will burn your useless corpse off the face of the planet!"
"Raiko."
Out of everyone in the room, Dumbledore was left the most-surprised when he saw Harry/Raiko turn to the golden-eyed youth, who'd now moved to take the furious-eyed boy's flaming hand in his own.
To Dumbledore's shock, as well as his peers, neither the boy identified as Zuko, or Raiko himself, were harmed by the flames as, instead, the touch alone seemed to calm Raiko, before Zuko addressed him. "Let go. We have more important things to deal with than this peasant; we need to find a way back to the Air Temple so that we can resume our search for the Avatar. And we can't do that if your not there to see me take my throne and rule by my side; come on, little one…let it all go…deep breaths…he's not worth it…"
"He is right, Raiko," agreed the General, holding his own hand out to Raiko, which, to the disbelief of the adults present, was the cue for Raiko's flames to move from the boy's hands into the General's, who then clenched his fists, extinguishing the fire with ease, before he continued, "Save your wrath for my brother and his supporters. You and Zuko need to figure out a way back from…wherever this place is, and we cannot do that if you are so wrathful, you forget yourself."
"As you wish, Uncle Iroh," said Raiko, sniffing once before, looking from the man now identified as Iroh, to the golden-coloured eye of Zuko, Raiko gulped as he whispered, "I just…I forgot myself there, Prince; please…forgive me."
"Haven't I always?" asked Zuko, stroking a lock of Raiko's hair away from his green eyes before he nodded once.
As Raiko returned the nod, Zuko released the other boy's hand from his grip before, turning back to the grownups, he seemed to grow stern, fierce and as cold as his companion once more as he addressed the staff.
"Now, would someone mind telling us just what we're doing here? And, for the sake of your charges and this strange palace of yours, I suggest you talk quickly; lest you risk tickling the sleeping dragon again!"
If only Zuko knew how appropriate a statement that was…
Wow, talk about fiery introductions: Harry Potter has returned, but he's no longer Harry Potter: even so, where has he been and who are these strangers with him?
Also, what sort of magic/power could he have to not only take down the grease-pit – hands up if you feel sorry for Snivellus – but openly challenge the so-called Higher Power of Hogwarts without fear?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: How Harry became Raiko; plus, the new and returned hero of the magical world gets some unwelcome news, which really throws a wrench into his plans;
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AN: Portrayals
(AN: If you'd rather use the cartoon voices/portrayals, fine, but this is my idea/who I see in my mind whilst writing this story, just like I would do for any other portrayals I use)
Zuko: Dane DeHaan
Iroh: Willem Dafoe