Hello! A regular "not mine" about rights to the original stories, blablabla.

I don't know why but I feel like it's taking forever with the introduction part of the story, but I also feel like it needs to be done but give the basis for why my Harry is like he is. I had a general idea, but other than that I kinda just make it up as I go along…

This chapter has been hard for me to write because I want to write it right, also because I wanted to tie it up in the last chapter but it just felt like such a natural ending for the chapter.

BUT! I'm planning to end this chapter with the meetup with Aang and gang… hopefully…

So without further ado, we're Rockin', Rockin' and Rollin' (Down to the beach, I'm strollin'!)


Chapter 4

He don't know how long he was standing there, he don't know how long one of the smaller young bat-lemurs had been poking at him with its tail, or climbing up to sit on his shoulder. He only reacted when it started tugging lightly at his ear.

He turned his head to look at it. "I'm in another world, aren't I?"

The little lemur tilted its head to the side and chittered at him.

He looked at the apple in his hand and sighed. He didn't really feel hungry anymore. He lifted it up to the lemur, who took it and started nibbling away, without leaving his shoulder and tail around his neck so it wouldn't fall.

He looked over the scenery, trying to take in what happened when both him and the lemur jumped by the grunt of the big bison-y thing. They both turned their heads to look at it lumbering over to them and over to the edge. It looked at Harry and rumbleded at him.

It was only now in the light of the sun he realized that it looked old, like very old. Its fur was not pure white, but had a big grayish tint to it. Its brown markings were faded and the horns were worn and weathered, but it was its eyes that told a story. It seemed like it had lived a lifetime and seen even more.

It bellowed, catching his attention again. He was really spacing out a lot today. "Just to satisfy my own curiosity… Do you understand me?" He felt a bit foolish talking to animals but back home there were kneazles who some said were smart enough to understand people so why not.

Surprisingly he got a nod and a grunt in return. "Okay, great, so far so good. Now, are you planning to eat me?" This time he got a snort and a disgusted shake in return plus an unimpressed stare that could rival Snape. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit confused… I don't know where I am even though I have a good idea how I got here… Sod it all, am I on earth in the solar system? Is there a country named England, Scotland or even Europe?" He knew the answer before he even got it. The 6 legged bison looked sadly at him and shook its big head. The chances that it didn't know the names of places could be big but it didn't seem confused and something told him that it was foolish to hope.

He slumped down onto the ground getting a squeak from the lemur on his shoulder.

Then adding another squeak and an angry tug on his hair from jumping to his feet. He was checking through his shirt and his pants, oh yeah, he didn't wear any.

He spun around getting an angry chitter from shoulder as he ran into the room again checking through his clothes and the ground around it, the lemur now on the top of his head holding on to his hair, rather than his bouncing shoulders.

There he finds both the elder wand and Dracos that he used since he took it at Malfoy Manor. He slowly bent down to pick them up, reaching out for Dracos hawthorn wand and… nothing.

He then picked up the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny! and nothing. No sparks, no feeling, no nothing. He tried some simple charms, some elementary spells, but nothing other than a small tiny simmer that seemed to come more from him than the pieces of wood he was holding.

"So no magic I guess…" He didn't know what to feel… Somehow he felt empty. "No magic, I guess." Actually it felt kinda freeing in a way. Magic had been such a big part of his life the last 7 years, but that has only been half his life and most of it had been lifethreatningly dangerous. From the 1st year where he learned that there was a massmurdering terrorist after him to the last year killing the terrorist himself! "No magic. I guess!" He couldn't describe it. His dream of always being Just Harry had seemed impossible but now he could! It was like a weight being lifted off of his shoulders!

Harry had started laughing and dancing around with a little creature holding on for dear life on his head. He was getting some weird looks from both the other lemurs and the beaverish bison but he didn't care.

He grabbed the little lemur, earning a squeak, holding it out and looking at it with a big smile!

"No. Magic! I! G~uess…" His voice faded at the end. The little lemur was looking at him, with its big brown eyes, reminding him of Hermione and it all came rushing back. All his friends, everyone at the battle, the teachers, the students, the order, the elves, centaurs, Grawp!

Again he stood still as transfixed, at least from the animals side. The lemurs were chatting away until a grunt from the bison quieted them, conveying the message that he needed space. It felt the confusion and sadness within him, the burdens he carried and the turmoil within him.

Nomatter the creature, you don't survive long by being stupid, and his bison had lived a long life within the southern airtemples mountainous terrain.

Harry's mind was a whirlpool of emotions and thoughts. He always thought best on his feet and now it went into overdrive. Time-sand brought him here. It was a magical item. Wands were magical and even broken wands reacted to a person's magic. Even the pixies that Flopheart let loose to use a wand. The wands didn't react, which most likely meant no magic. No magic meant no way back, since the time-sand brought him here and it probably was impossible to find it again, and even if he did the chances that it would work was incredibly low since the wands didn't work because of the probability of the no magic part. This meant that he wouldn't see anyone again, which in turn meant that he was alone.

The lemur in his hands who had been part of this emotional rollercoaster suddenly felt both warm and wet. It was pulled into a close hug while Harry cried for the first time in a long time. Now, lemurs can be very intelligent, even though they don't have the ability to speak, but as a wise man once said: "The ability to speak does not make you intelligent."

They are very empathetic creatures and this little lemur could feel the pain this weird looking lemur with no tail and small ears was going through and tried to hug him like its own mother used to do when it had gotten hurt on its adventures around the temple.

This small action made Harry cry harder as he let go of his hold on his emotions. He dropped to his knees and sat on the floor. He was both free and trapped. Free from the worries of the world left behind. Trapped in the world he arrived in. Free from the bonds and burdens of being the chosen one. Free from people's judgment and free from living up to people's expectations of a hero. Trapped in a world not his own, away from all and everyone he knew.

He felt warm. In his turmoil the other lemurs had joined in the hug. The bison joined too and Harry felt a calm settling and slowly he fell asleep with the little lemur in his arms.

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A week has passed and wasn't it a week! He finally felt like he got into a rhythm of sorts. Every morning he would wake up in a pile of arms, legs and wings. It quickly became a custom since they found out it helped him with his nightmares.

They had all kinda adopted him, he think, which feels nice, even if they're not human. They care about him, make sure he eats otherwise he gets Minnie on his case. Minnie is what he calls his pseudo-mom, since she somehow reminds him of Professor McGonagall. Strick but kind. One time she put a paw and held him down softly when he tried to go somewhere without breakfast. That only happened once. She's heavy. But even then she's a skybison, at least that's what he thinks she is, a big bisony creature that can fly. FLY! And wasn't that a surprise when he first saw.

It was after he woke up the second time, getting one of the best sleps he ever had.

He slowly extracted himself from the sleeping pile and went barefoot out to the balcony-terrace again to find something to eat. Crying takes a lot out of you, but now he feels a bit lighter. Yesterday, before he fell asleep he realized that he never really thought he'd survive the final conflict but as long as his life was given to save others he'd be happy.

The skybison who would later be known as Minnie had left earlier and he didn't see her on the terrace. He would later learn that this was a part of the temple where they would grow food, but now, with a bit of help from the lemurs and other animals, they were naturally fertilized and resown.

He grabbed some of the fruits he thought he recognized and started eating. While enjoying his simple breakfast he heard a bellow and looked out over the view.

He nearly dropped his food from what he saw! It was the bison-later-to-be-known-as-Minnie flying through the sky! This giant heavy creature could fly, without wings or anything! But didn't he figure out that magic didn't work?! He grabbed the wands he had stuck in his sweater, still nothing. But how did she do that?!

She landed elegantly and nearly without a sound next to him, looking at him as she was trying to convey something. Then she opened her paw, in it was something that looked like clothes.

"For me?" he asked. It grunted and he took a closer look. It was yellow and red and looked like some kinda uniform or something. As he tried it on it was a bit too big, but much better than the shirt he just wore.

Then it hit him. "Are there people here?!" He looked up but got a shake. But these clothes… "Were there people here once? People who built this and wore these clothes?" and he got a nod.

Okay, now that was out of the way and he could ask a more important question.

"Can you teach me to fly?"

The single week that followed seemed both like yesterday and forever ago. He still had his bouts of depression but the little lemur had become his faithful companion. He wanted to give it a name but it was hard for him to come up with one since naming the little one gave him painful pangs of Hedwig. But naming it he did.

He went through his morning routine, extracting himsel, heading to the balcony, doing some breathing exercises, feeling his breath and feeling the wind. He began moving around with his eyes closed, trying to feel the change in the direction and pressure of the wind. He could feel something but he wasn't sure what, until a leaf hit him in the face. Everyday he'd gotten "lessons" from his pseudo-mom. He guess she tried to teach him like skybison normally teach their young. He knew he had to be careful and take time since just yesterday he nearly fell out over the edge. That's when she got the name Minnie. She had been so stern, even without a single word that he had flashbacks to his old professor.

After finishing his exercises he gathered some of the fruits and berries, went over to the edge and began eating. He heard annoyed chattering behind him, a tugging on his pants, up the side and a familiar weight settling on his shoulder.

"Morning Momo" he said as he gave a bit of the fruit he was eating. He didn't know how the name came about but it felt right. Momo made a purring sound and something that sounded like "Rari" in a light rumbling tone. He had tried to teach the lemurs to say his name since he found out that they could mimik some sounds, but so far he was stuck with something similar to Rari. Meh, close enough for now.

Momo was his best friend. Momo was still too small to fly and cub this season. They had been exploring the surrounding area, but because the stairs had collapsed ages ago they were trapped until they learned to get around on their own. Momo had started to be able to glide, lucky little guy.

He still fell into an emotional hole once in a while, but even in this short time it had gotten better. His new weird furry family didn't say much, but they were there. He didn't know how much they understood but they did understand when he was in pain and seemed to try to hug it out of him. Also sleeping in a pile was nice, even if itchy sometimes. There was a peace in this place that he couldn't describe and even if he couldn't go far, he didn't feel trapped.

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Hari was going through some patterns and movements he saw drawn in a scroll he found at the main parts of the temple.

Time sure flies. It has been a couple of months now and it wasn't long ago he finally used wind! It wasn't much but still, he was able to push wind outwards so it was still something.

His hair was getting longer. He liked it, it was different and easier to maintain, especially with the lemurs helping with cleaning it. Not that he suffered from lice, if they existed here. Just in case he remembered to shower often. But the lemurs still tried, looking through his hair and keeping it neat in the process.

It seemed that Minnie had taken it as he was maturing because she had finally let him go to the main parts of the temple, riding on her back. It was massive, massive place, but it was very different from where he spent most of his time. Where he lived with everyone there was life, both in flora and fauna but this part seemed more heavy, felt more abandoned, especially after he saw the bodies… Yeah… he was suddenly glad that Minnie waited until he grew a bit and learned to use wind.

Looking around the place it was obvious there had been fighting. He had a few heavy flashbacks and a very uneasy sleep but it helped him grow a bit more and come to terms with what happened to him. Things happened all over. His story was one of many, he wasn't alone in living in war. He had some good talks with Minnie, she was an amazing listener and he felt that she understood and helped him with no judgment heal bit by bit.

One of the rooms he had entered felt different. It felt serene compared to the rest of the temple. In there he found a scroll. He didn't understand anything that was written but there were drawings of people doing what looked like taichi but in the drawing they were manipulating wind. Now this is something he could use.

Minnie bellowed in the distance and he knew it was time to go back. Before he left the room he looked at it again. Something inside him knew that he was coming back here. It felt right.

Better get home and try some of the new recipes. After all the heavy food at Hogwarts it was interesting to go vegetarian, since there wasn't any meat around and he didn't feel like eating his extended family. Also it was a challenge to figure out what fitted with what.

Tonight was soup. He really hoped it worked well. Last soup he made, made Minnie blast it over the edge and into the unknown. Maybe it was for the best. Even the lemurs had left halfway through cooking. "This time will be a success!" he vowed.

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It's been years now. Hari had learned a lot in those years. The single scroll was still the only thing he had found but with it he had understood something. It had helped him learn faster and take to Minnie's lessons quicker than before. He could manipulate the wind more at ease now. Push and pull, breath in and breathe out. He had gained an understanding of the wind that he could feel changes, even though he didn't always have the reaction speed to match, but he was getting better.

Did he sometimes miss other people to talk to? Yeah… Did he think he was going crazy only talking to animals? Surprisingly no. He had everyone around him. Even if they didn't speak the same language he always felt understood, most of all by Minnie.

Minnie didn't fly as far anymore and it seemed her eyesight wasn't the best either. He didn't know what to do. Other than Mrs. Weasley hadn't had a mother figure care about him like Minnie had. Even if they couldn't talk he felt loved and loved her in return. He knew it was part of life, part of how the world works but he didn't know how it would make him feel. The connection he felt was different to how he felt with the lemurs. The lemurs were friends, and even Momo who he saw as his best friend, he didn't feel the same connection to as he did with Minnie, there was a deeper connection.

"Gotta get back to practice…" Overthinking never did any good. Training helped him focus and he nearly made a small tornado once and he really wanted to get the hang of it.

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Minnie had passed away. It had been coming for some time. She had taken care of him for, if he was to guess, around 8 years. He had learned a lot from her. Learned to be free, learned to live, learned peace. He had been sad close to the end but just before she passed she beconned him over and they did their old greeting. He went up on her nose and they gently placed their foreheads together.

As they sat there they slowly breathed in and out. The lemurs had left to give them space. As her breathing slowed he whispered "I love you mum…", then she exhaled and didn't breathe in again.

He wanted to cry, but he knew that it was her time. She had lived a long life and he had been part of the end. She didn't want him to be sad, she wanted him to live, to remember, otherwise she might sit on him. That thought made him cuckle. He breathed in and looked inside himself. He found that his sadness was born of loss and fear. Loss is understandable and it takes the time it takes but the fear. The fear was born of being afraid of being alone, never having such a connection again.

He breathed in again and let go. Let go of the need of having others, the selfish feeling of wanting others to stay with him. He understood that letting go does not mean not caring. He still cared but he let go of his attachments and remembered the love and kindness he felt and he received. Being able to stay with her in her last moments.

He felt lighter and as he opened his eyes he saw that he was floating just above her. It seemed that Minnie had one last gift for him, one last lesson. He let himself drift down to the ground in front of her. He knew that he couldn't stay there anymore. This was her resting place, a past to be remembered fondly. As he went out he turned around and said a last goodbye, but before he left Momo had flown out to meet him followed by the others.

"Hi buddy, hi everyone. I'm going to look for a new room to stay at in the temple. I promise I'll visit. I kinda have to since you guys live where the food is" he said with a soft smile.

The other lemurs seemed to nod, except for Momo who seemed opposed to the idea that he was going on his own.

"You wanna come with me?" He received a sharp nod. "Okay then let's go!" And then he started to float.

Momo nearly fell over out of shock but quickly joined him in the air.

"See you later everyone!" He said before he flew into the sky followed by Momo and a chorus of "RARI! RARI!".

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It's been around a year since he moved out with Momo.

After he left he went back to that specific room and set up camp. There was just something about the place that gave comfort in a different way that Minnie did, but somehow still similar.

He hadn't changed that much, because he felt that he needed to respect the previous owner of the room. It was obvious the person living there must have been a good person to leave this kind of feeling behind.

Today he was out flying again, again again. He had a hard time getting enough. He remembered to keep up with training, it wouldn't be good to become lazy just because he could fly.

He had been out among the mountains that surrounded the temple. He was somehow getting restless. He wanted to see more! From some of the tops he could see the ocean and on good days he could skimt land in the far horisont.

He headed back and went to the green terrace saying hello to everyone and gathering ingredients for his favorite soup.

He had left Momo behind since he liked to sleep, the lazy little loony lemur. He chuckled from his pun.

He felt the hairs stand on his neck. He turned and ran to the terrace edge only to get hit by a flying projectile in the form of Momo.

He managed to keep himself upright by floating and looked at his friend who began chattering away.

"What is it?" he asked. Momo quieted down and started to pull him over to the edge before jumping up and flying ahead.

Hari went after him and they ended up at the square.

Something was different. Well duh! There was a big crater, like a bomb had gotten off and some walls and collums seemed to have been thrown about.

Momo landed on his shoulder and turned his head in the direction of the big doors that never opened. Correction, that somehow was opened. It was then he noticed voices carried from within and he went to investigate.

As he got closer, the voices got clearer.

"How is Roku supposed to help me if I can't talk to him?" someone said. Sounded like a young boy

"Maybe you'll find a way." Now that sounded like a girl.

"Well, I'm ready to go, I'm still starving..." another boy answered.

Yep, three kids were standing in front of a lot of statues. They turned as one when they heard him approach, looking surprised when they saw him.

He wanted to chuckle from their expression but decided words would be a better action.

"I had no idea what he wanted to show me but bloody hell, was it you three making that ruckus earlier, nearly blowing half the mountain away?"