The municipal council had coughed up some cash to rebuild Father Aang's church.

So, inside the confessional, it was business as usual.

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Aang watched as the man from the Earth Kingdom shuffled into the booth. Aang gulped guiltily as he recognized the twice-defiled Cabbage man.

"Bless me Father for I have sinned."

"Er…Tell me your sins my good man."

The cabbage man sniffed in shame. "I have been unfaithful."

Aang did not want to hear any exclusive 'under the sheets' info, nevertheless tried his best to comfort the guy.

"Now now…get it off your chest…er…sleep it off…nothing seems so bad in the morning."

"How can I Sleep Father? I have nightmares of my betrayal. I wake up sweaty and screaming every night. My infidelity shall give me no rest. No punishment is good for my treachery. I should burn in hell." Aang felt sorry as the cabbage man dissolved in tears.

"Come on Mr. Cabbage man; It was just a one night stand right?"

"Yes just once! Never again!"

"What exactly happened?"

"Last Tuesday…sniff…in Ba Sing Sei…sob…I had too much to drink and I wandered into a cheap motel."

"And?" Aang gently prompted.

"I couldn't help my self. We were in the same room together. I lost my senses and I did it."

"Did what?"

"I…I ate it Father I ate the carrots all night long. WHAAAAAA. I betrayed my lovely cabbages WHAAAAAAAAAA"

A sound of a head banging on the wall reverberated around the church… from the priest's side of the confessional.

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Aang waited as the raggedy man with the badly done afro walked into the confessional.

"Forgive me father but I've sinned."

"Common occurrence. Take two tablets three times a day."

"I'm having suicidal thoughts. Repeatedly and frequently."

"Uh huh…" Aang tapped the counter. "These suicidal thoughts? Who do you have them about?"

Jeong-Jeong's head snapped up in anger. "Is this some kind of a joke?"

Aang shook his head. "No! No my son. Tell me why you're feeling suicidal?"

The great Fire-bender sighed. "Everything I create turns around and kicks me where it hurts!"

Aang perked up. "You mean the nose?"

Jeong Jeong snorted. "I seriously doubt your masculinity Father but that's beside the point…Look, I trained a young man in the art of fire AND WHAT HAPPENED?…he grew up to be an ass."

"Is that even genetically possible?"

Jeong was unstoppable, he launched in to his narrative. "I served the fire lord to the best of my ability, I gave up drinking, knitting and gambling for my nation BUT WHEN I TAKE INDEFINETE LEAVE…they turn around and label me a "DESERTER!"

Aang yawned. "Ooh how sad."

"Then the Avatar meets me. That's fine. But instead of a tall, elegant MAN it was a short slobbering brat who needed a hair transplant."

Aang touched his head. "Hey watch it!"

"Then I got married right? Now it's…" Jeong put on a high-pitched girly voice. "… Clean the lavatory Jeong! Blow dry your hair Jeong! Lose the beard Jeong! She's on me 24/7."

"On public holidays too? Even I get those off."

"Do you see why I want to kill my self?"

Before Aang could reply his ten-ton flying bison, crashed in through the roof and landed in front of the confessional. Jeong leaped back and created a wall of fire.

"ARRRHHAA… please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!"

"Don't worry my son, this is Appa… he means no harm."

Jeong wiped away the drool Appa was generously depositing on him. "Can you ask him to have my wife for dinner?"

The priest giggled. "Nope! His powers can only be used for the good."

The fire bender scowled. "Believe me, Appa will be doing a favor for the Avatar himself if he eats her! Less scum to get off the world."

Aang tried to get the story back on track. "So can you describe yourself as happy-go-lucky?"

Jeong rinsed the saliva off his hair. "No, no, no, I'm NOT happy, I'm NOT lucky, and I don't GO. If anything, I'm sad-stop-unlucky."

Aang stuck out his tongue and muttered. "You suck too"

Jeong blinked. "Excuse me father I didn't quite catch that."

The priest erupted into a loud hasty coughing fit. "COUGH cough What else?"

Jeong leaned forward, "I have nightmares Father and when I do, I barbeque my bed."

Aang puffed out his cheeks"And what exactly do you want me to do about it?"

Jeong shrugged. "Buy me a mattress for starters." "And while you're at it a five course meal would be nice."

"Ok Ok…" Aang cried. "When is your midlife crisis going to end, because it's really starting to tick me off!"

Jeong sniffed. "Why are you screaming at me? Don't you feel sorry at all? 90 of time, I'm depressed. The other 30 I'm drunk."

"Boy you aren't that smart, are you?"

"Sniff sniff."

Aang sighed."Ok I'm going to give you some ancient wisdom passed down by centuries of creative lying. After I'm done, will you promise to leave?"

"You mean: will you promise to learn?"

"No leave."

Jeong scowled. "Fine!"

"Three golden rules….." Aang intoned.

"One: Sleep with your eyes open.

Two: Yawn with your mouth closed.

Three: Listen to your heart and not the voices in your head. GOOD BYE!"

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After the unstable pyromaniac left, Aang was feeling bored and listless. That was when the weird teenager arrived at the confessional. Aang watched round eyed, as the tall boy with messy hair slumped on to the bench. Aang wondered about his origin because no nation wore black.

Just in case this was a crazed ninja, sent to assassinate bad-mouthing priests, Aang did his best to sound intimidating.

"Who dares intrude on my solitude?"

The boy looked up. "Er…Sorry…I just…yeah."

Aang wondered if the boy spoke in code and then decided that the teenager was just drunk.

Still putting up a show of courage, Aang sneered. "You look like shit. Is that the style now?"

The boy did not seem to hear the insult; instead, he tried unsuccessfully to peer through the partition. "Wow Father you sound young. (Here I was thinking MY voice is squeaky). How old are you?"

"I'm twelve, give or take a century. How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen. Forgive my rudeness I haven't even introduced myself."

Aang nodded, extremely curious. "Go on."

"I'm Porry. Porry Hatter…….No WAIT. I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Aang shook his head. Mental, this one. Out loud he voiced. "I'm …Just Aang."

"Father Justaang I need advice and guidance."

"I'm not so good with the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?"

Harry Potter sighed. "No Thank you. Listen Justaang, I'm going to be totally honest with you. The truth is I'm sick of my shitty life."

Aang reached through the bars and patted the teenager's hand. "Now…now…"

Harry shook his head. "No really. Look at my life since July 16th. I've been stuck in limbo, while JK breast feeds her latest child. I got sick of it and decided to use her extensive powers of imagination to travel across dimensions. Now I need your advice goddamit!"

Aang furrowed his brow. "You're not from around here?"

"Of course not. My horrible accent, wonky clothing and the fact that I have hair is solid proof of it."

"Ok Harry Tell me your troubles."

Harry, formally know as Porry took a deep breath. "Ok here goes…I'm just waiting for the 7th book to be written so that this miserable tale can end. But I got sick of Miss Rowling playing 'Eeni meeni mini mo' 'Should Harry Stay or Should He Go?'

Aang's eyes boggled. "Whaaat?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah! Crappy way to decide if I was gonna live or die right? Anyway mate, That I can handle, but it was the fact that she finally gave me a girl friend and then snatched her away before I even got to second base! I mean the hero's got to have a girl, who vows to follow him to the deepest recesses of hell, who declares their eternal love to the hero…But Miss JK 'just kidding' Rowling decides that I'm too noble and selfless to drag my true love on a suicide mission. Now I'm going to die a……." Harry stopped monologuing long enough to come to his senses and finished lamely, "Well… single."

Aang remained silent, trying in vain to digest the angsty tale of teenage-angst.

Harry looked around the church. "So… how screwed up is this world?"

It's Aang's turn to monologue.

"I'm Aang Blah, Last Air Bender Blah.

Avatar: master of all elements Blah.

Fire Nation Blah, Trying to kill me Blah

Katara Blah True love Blah

Prince Zuko Blah; Blah Blah Blah

Summer, Comet, Ozai, I'm scared Blah."

Harry nodded understandingly. "You too huh? Typical overdone plot line." He began to tick off his fingers. "Young hero, All alone, Tragic past, Impossible Odds, Larger than life Adversary, Grueling quest. The only thing you're missing is a sick, mind boggling Prophesy."

Aang's eyes widened. "You had to go through this too?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm going through it right now. See my haunted expression, the way I keep looking over my shoulder, the way I keep oscillating between righteous anger and dark depression … I'm going through it alright!"

Aang smiled. Miserly loves company

Harry suddenly looked shrewed, and is emerald eyes glinted. "You know this Prince Zuko? Watch out for him."

"Why?"

"Because he's going to nick your girl."

Aang's mouth dropped open.

Harry smiled grimly, "I know kid; authors rarely show mercy. You may kill this Ozai guy. That fits with the GOOD PREVAILS theory, but you turn around and behold behold… the Prince is snogging your water bender."

Aang shook his head vehemently, "No No No, Katara hates Zuko…"

Harry sneered. "My mother hated my father too."

"They're total opposites."

"So is Ron and Hermione."

"I don't think nations inter breed."

"Wizards did marry muggles…"

Aang covered his ears and bellowed. "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!

Harry shrugged, "Suit yourself kiddo, But let me tell you, in my second year JK tried to seduce Ginny, (MY girl) with a handsome version of the bad guy. Didn't work though, I got there just in time. So all I'm saying is …Watch out for the hot, bad boy royal Prince with the sexy scar, the sculpted body and the golden eyes."

Aang banged the counter. "WHY does EVERY one KEEP describing ZUKO? I'm boy friend material too."

Harry squinted, "Er…No. One look and I'd say you're a walking ribcage."

Aang's tattoos began to glow. Harry realized his mistake and hurriedly backpedaled. "Sorry mate, we're on the same side remember? The fed-up heroes against the evil authors…"

The Avatar spirit neither heard nor cared, Aang started levitating.

Harry took out his wand and yelled out "Impedimenta"

The winds died down and the blue glow faded. Aang opened his eyes. "wha…What happened?"

Harry thought fast. "Er we were playing a game. 'Who's got the worst deal'? It is my turn. Here goes…" Harry eyed the priest warily. "They killed my mother, my father, my God father and my Headmaster. Beat that!"

Aang stuck out his tongue. "They…the fire nation exterminated my entire race! Ha!"

Harry bit his lip. "I have a SCAR. The remnant of a tragic past."

Aang rolled his eyes. "That's soooo Zuko. I've got a FULL BODY TATOO. (Which may or may have not been put there against my will.)?"

Harry grimaced. "Ouch! But wait… I have a deranged lunatic after me."

Aang grinned. "Cool. So do I."

Harry grinned back. "Y'know kid, I feel like we're best friends. So how about we high tail it to the nearest pub and drown our sorrows together?"

Aang pouted. "I'd LOVE to. But I'm underage."

Harry snickered. "But you're 12, Give or take a hundred right? So as of now you're twelve give hundred and therefore hundred and twelve. LET'S GO."

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I don't own Avatar or Harry Potter.

Likey? Sorry JK, but I'm getting OLD…while waiting for the next book. LOL.

There were mixed reviews on whether to bring sweet Aang back. Therefore, he has a split personality in this chapter.

Actually I wanted to make fun of Yue (NOT you.) in this section but the season finale melted my hardened heart. So no Yue. (Unless you guys want to laugh at a poor selfless princess who sacrificed her self?)

Next up, Jet, Sokka and Katara or I don't know… surprise characters maybe?

Review and tell me whose secrets you wanna hear next!

Btw, Read my Zutara drabble (Death by Your Element) too. It's my first time writing romance and the result is 1 percent fluff and 99 percent other stuff. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

- La Femme.