As always, I don't own the Avatar nor do I own Harry potter. I wish I did.

So here, it is chapter two. Hope you enjoy it. More time spent on our little Prince Zuko. Hope you like the chapter. Draco rules.

CHAPTER 2: THE PRINCE AND THE DEATH EATER.

Draco was escorted to a room, which contained a large board with little painted tiles. The old man who called himself Iroh, sat on the opposite end of the board, Draco getting his drift sat down watching the man's face eagerly.

"Would you like some tea?" Iroh asked.

"Sure why not?" Draco answered with a sneer. It was best to get into this person's good books, from what Draco had seen before, only this Iroh person could override the prince.

"Do you know how to play Pai Sho?" Iroh asked cheerfully.

"Yes, I know how to play this game" Draco replied as his competitiveness kicked in. He had heard about it when his father had talked about old games from the Orient and forced Draco to play this game with him.

"Here goes" Iroh stated and made his first move.

Zuko watched all this from the corridor, the shadow bender could not be trusted, but with his expert skills, Zuko may have a fighting chance of capturing the Avatar. He saw Draco (as the bender had called himself) occasionally distract Iroh with a comment and look directly into Iroh's eyes. Zuko observed carefully to make sure he wasn't going to do something to hurt Zuko's Uncle, but when he broke eye contact, Iroh had not changed a bit.

Draco looked up and said, "Do you have golden eyes?"

Iroh looked up, "Er…yes. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, it looks good" Draco looked away having used leglimency to get what he wanted.

Maybe he's a little out of his mind Iroh thought. However, when Draco made his next move, completely blocking Iroh's whole strategy all thoughts of madness disappeared.

Half an hour later Iroh barged into Zuko's room shouting, "He beat me, he's the first. I have never seen anyone better".

Zuko immediately left the room before Iroh started to describe the game in detail.

Zuko was walking aimlessly around the boat when he came upon the room of the shadow bender.

"Damn this ship is hot," Draco said as he took of his robes. He suddenly turned around when he heard a sharp intake of breath. He saw Zuko staring at his Dark Mark.

"Nice tattoo heh?" Draco said flexing his muscles.

"Who did that to you?" Zuko said unconsciously touching his own scar.

"My master" Draco replied with a cheerful smile.

"Your father?" Zuko asked curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"No, it was Lord Voldemort"

"Why…" Zuko began to ask.

"Long story" was all Draco said.

Zuko walked away realizing for the first time that he was not alone and maybe some others had shared his fate.

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Draco walked around the ship thoroughly bored to death. When he found that everyone else was busy, he went to his room and started to make a potion. He always carried his portable potions kit with him.

When he was almost done with the potion, Zuko walked in looking interested.

"What's that?" Zuko asked.

"It's a Strength Potion," Draco said adding the final ingredient, which made the potion turn a very luminous yellow.

"What does it do?" Zuko asked peering at the yellow liquid.

"It increases your strength and your responses. I'll show you" with that, Draco conjured a vial and dipped it in the potion. Raising his vial in a mock salute at the gaping Prince, Draco took the potion.

Zuko watched as Draco glowed green for a moment but it vanished as quickly as it had come.

"Do you want some?" Draco asked.

"Show me what it does" Zuko replied uncertainly.

Draco got up and punched a hole in the metal wall, he saw to his satisfaction the Prince's jaw hit the ground. Draco immediately repaired it and looked Zuko in the eye.

"Hit me"

"What?"

"Hit me!"

Zuko suddenly lunged forward and tried to punch Draco in the face but he sidestepped so fast that Zuko almost fell down. He punched again and this time a ball of fire escaped his hand.

Draco screamed as his silk shirt caught fire, he immediately put it out with some water from his wand.

"Why'd you do that?" Draco shouted in Zuko's face.

"Speak properly to a Prince, peasant" Zuko retaliated, heat radiating from his body.

Draco was going to curse Zuko to next week, when Iroh stepped into the room.

"I heard shouting, is everything all right?"

"Nothings wrong Uncle, your guest was scared by a little flame" Zuko said and started to walk out the door. Draco finally coming to his senses said, "Want to see some magic?"

"Sure, come Prince Zuko" Iroh said cheerfully and dragged Zuko to the middle of the ship.

"Who do you like the least in this ship?" Draco asked.

"The Helmsmen" Zuko replied bored.

"Call him"

When the helmsmen came down Draco said, "Watch and learn"

He pointed his wand at the helmsmen and said "Imperio!"

Immediately the helmsmen squatted like a duck and started to walk around the ship squawking. Draco and Iroh were immediately on the ground laughing their heads off, even Zuko had to control himself in order to not to laugh. Still he had to smirk when Lieutenant Ji came running to see the commotion and was bitten by the 'duck' helmsmen.

"What's this?" Ji asked rubbing his foot.

"This is called magic," Draco said with a little bow.

"Take it off him" Ji said threateningly.

"Ok" Draco waved his wand muttering Finite. The helmsmen got up again and looked around to see everyone staring at him as if he had just grown three heads.

Draco liked this place. There were no boundaries in this world, no unforgivable curses, no ministry, no Voldemort, no restriction at all. As he thought of all the possibilities, he could have in this world, he thought of what the other three were doing on that flying buffalo.

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That night everything went wrong. First Draco didn't like the plate he got his food on, all these years he had eaten from a clean silver plate. Now he had to eat from a dull metal plate. He had eaten with spoons and forks now he was forced to eat with chopsticks. (Not that he hadn't had any practice; his father had always forced other cultures down his throat.)

Ha had, had a huge fight with Zuko. When Draco had said that a Prince would get better ways of life and a better ship, Zuko had challenged him to something, which had sounded like Agni Kai.

When he went to his room that night, he saw to his horror that his bed was not a grand four-poster but a single hard mattress. He hadn't noticed it before. He cursed Zuko under his breath and thought up plans to bring him down in that challenge of his. He thought of killing the Prince but decided against it.

Therefore, he transfigured his mattress into a comfortable bed and drifted off to sleep still thinking up plans to humiliate Zuko. Forgetting, that the bed would have changed back by morning.

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Harry and the gang had landed on a very small island to rest; they had been flying for hours on end. Katara edged up to him and said, "Can you show us some magic?"

"Sure" he gave a small smile at Hermione and pointed his wand at Ron.

A moment later, Ron was hanging upside down from his ankle. When Harry put him back down Ron said, "Come on Harry, let's show them a wizarding duel"

"Now boys don't show off," Hermione said smiling. When the others weren't looking she sat next to Aang and started to show him some of her talent.

The duel began with Harry giving Ron jelly legs, Ron threw an Impedimenta jinx at Harry but he ducked. Then battle grew fiercer, the boys started using more complicated and more dangerous curses.

The battle ended with Ron's leg locker curse hitting Katara and Harry's trip jinx hitting Sokka. Harry ran to Katara looking worried. Hermione stopped playing with Aang and shook her head at Ron who was trying to put Sokka back on to his feet. Harry quickly took out the leg locker curse and extended a hand for Katara to take. When she caught his hand, she immediately blushed.

Harry interpreting it wrongly said, "I'm sorry for what happened, it kind of got out of hand"

"No, it's ok. I liked the way you fight. Can anyone else do it?"

"No, only wizards" Harry replied looking at her eyes, she blushed again.

Harry nodded and walked towards Hermione.

"Hermione, why is that girl always blushing when she sees me?"

"Oh, Harry. Haven't you still got the way girls act?"

"No, never will"

"It's so obvious Harry; she has a crush on you"

Harry turned a deep red. "But…but she…she looks like fourteen!"

"She is fourteen Harry"

"What should I do?"

"Play along, she'll forget it soon enough"

"Ahh…why does it always, happen to me?"

"Try not to be so handsome next time"

Harry walked away cursing under his breath and saw Aang sitting on Appa.

"What are you going to do? How are you going to defeat the Fire Lord?"

"I don't know how to defeat the fire lord, but I know that I have to master water bending. To do that, I have to go to the North Pole."

"You know, I didn't learn I was a wizard until I was eleven, but after I found out that I had killed the Dark Lord when I was only a child, I felt special. After I went to school, I found out that other people thought so too. Then I fought the Dark Lord again five times and now I have to do it one last time and this time I have to kill him for good."

"Why do you have to kill him?" Aang asked curious.

"He killed my parents, my god father, and my headmaster. There was a prophecy, it said that I have to kill him or die by his hand. Ever since he attacked my school, I have hunted for his souls and destroyed them. I was going to destroy another one when we suddenly ended in this world."

"I have to go back to my world, without me, they cannot win the war. It would seem that I have deserted them. I have thought about this and I have come to a decision, I will kill Voldemort not for the world but for myself. It would seem selfish but after what the world did to me I don't care what happens to it."

Aang only stared, his mouth hanging open.

Harry looked at Aang and said, "What happened to you?"

"The fire nation killed all my people, my whole race. I ran away from them when they needed me most" Aang hung his head in shame.

"Don't worry, it happens. I mean you are in a worse position than me. You have to defeat this guy by this summer and you have to learn all the bending. I can kill Voldemort whenever I want unless he over rides the ministry. I have some people to fight for me, you don't. I can totally understand if you want to run away, you are only twelve you don't understand many things that happen in any world."

Aang only nodded but suddenly he said, "Do you want to see a trick?"

"Ok"

Aang proceeded to do the air scooter around Harry, from the look on his face Harry was relieved to see someone having fun and was enjoying what Aang was doing. Aang as usual loved the attention.

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Meanwhile Sokka and Ron were making jokes at the girls.

"I mean how can anyone hold so much in their head?" Ron was saying.

"Yeah, I always say girls are good for knitting only" Sokka said.

"Hermione is such a know it all. It's always: Ron you're doing it wrong, Ron you suck at this…

"Sokka you moron, you suck and so do your instincts…" Sokka took up Ron's lament smoothly. "Yeah I know EXACTLY what you mean. I'm glad I met you. It's about time I got to meet some boys. It really stinks to travel with a bossy girl and a crazy kid y'know?

"Ha Ha ha" laughed Ron. "I guess you have it bad" he shrugged. "Hermione may be bossy but it's kinda hard to describe Harry as crazy but mental would do."

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Hermione hung out with Katara.

"You like Harry don't you?"

"Er…yes" Katara said blushing madly.

"He may seem distant to you, ignore that. His girlfriend died in front of his eyes before we came here. He seems to have grown more evil after that. Don't worry though, you'll get him. Just keep trying."

"Thanks. I didn't know he had suffered so much"

"No prob. Harry's suffered much more than that, his parents, godfather and our headmaster was killed by Voldemort. Don't worry about that, he doesn't like to talk about it. How's the brother of yours?"

"A pain. He's a typical boy, thinking that girls can't fight that they are only good for cooking and girly stuff"

"Then he's not so different from Ron, he's the same. If I wasn't so good he'd probably taunt me about it"

Katara laughed, she liked this girl. "It's good to have a girl around, I've been traveling for weeks with only a delusional brother and a hyperactive kid. All I've had to do is comfort and encourage Aang and try to control my brother"

Hermione laughed. "How's the Aang kid? I think he's really cute."

"He's ok, he's just… I don't know…he's only a kid." Katara said looking at Aang. "We should get some sleep, we leave in the morning"

I hope you liked the chapter. Please review. Also, read my other Harry Potter fan fic. The name of the fic is The Meeting.

Chapter 3 will be up on Monday GMT +13.