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- Six Years Later -

A young boy and girl stood about ten feet apart and faced one another in a field. The boy stood about five feet tall, had shoulder length black hair, and tan skin. He wore a set of slightly baggy green pants and had matching bandanna tied around his face where his eyes should have been. The girl stood at about four feet and nine inches tall, had long black hair that was tied into some form of bun. Her eyes were a cloudy bluish-gray, and she wore a green tunic with yellow trim. Both of them where bare foot, just like they were both blind.

Suddenly, the boy balled his hands into fists and thrust them forward, opening them once his arms were at full extension, sending a wall of stone about six feet high at the girl. The girl, sensing the stone speeding her way, jumped up and over it, landing hard enough on the other side to create a small crater while she kicked up spikes of stone towards the boy. Back and forth the two went looking as though they were out for each others blood. The sound of boulders and other such stone objects, varying in shape and size, flying and crashing down, filled the air.

"Hey, Toph," started the boy, "why don't we take a break. We've been going at this for hours."

"Fine Harry," humphed Toph, "we'll take a break." Taking one last shot at the now named Harry.

Walking to the nearby hill that they had dropped their stuff down at, they sat and opened their sack. Handing over some beef jerky and some water to Toph, Harry took some berries for himself and ate them before laying back and drifting down memory lane/la la land.

~Flash Back~

One of the first things Harry noticed was that he was on a bed, a soft comfortable bed, and not his tiny cot in his cupboard. The next was that he couldn't see. It took him a minute, but he then remembered what his uncle did to him. Then the pain set in. Most of the left side of his face was numb, mainly because third degree burns destroyed most of the nerve cells. The right side was a mild throb while his right shoulder was a moderate throbbing that kept time with his heart. While not the worst pain he has ever had, it was still bad.

Hearing footsteps, Harry tensed up, fearing what was to come. A soft gasp followed by the sound of something breaking as it hit the floor reached his ears. Because of his upbringing at the hands of the Dursley's, Harry jumped out of the bed ignoring the pain that flared up angrily, bowed down, and started mumbling apologies and begging for forgiveness.

Upon hearing the apologies of the young boy, the servant snapped out of her shock and sent for the master of the house. While waiting for Mr. Bei Fong the servant went to calm down the injured youth. After what felt like forever for the poor servant, she was finally able to calm the boy down enough so that he rested back on the bed.

"Ah... I see that you have awakened, young one," said Mr. Bei Fong as he stepped into the room. "In truth I must say that I'm shocked that you woke up this quickly. Your injuries are quite extensive. Our healers said you had a lot of healing fractures in your bones, that you lost a lot of blood, and that irreparable damage has been done to your eyes. I must ask you child, who did this to you?" Mr. Bei Fong said all of this while grabbing a chair and sitting at the boy's bedside.

"Ma..ma..may I have a gl..glass of w...wa...water p..please?" Harry asked his throat dry from lack of water, and cracking from lack of use.

"Of course," was all Harry got from the head of the household. Taking the glass off the nightstand, Mr. Bei Fong pressed it into the small boy's hand. Mr. Bei Fong contented himself to twiddling his thumbs while thinking. 'I have a daughter about the same age as him, if all goes well she could have someone to keep her company, maybe even take over the estates if all goes well' Happy with that thought he decided to do whatever it took to keep the boy at his estate. After waiting a sufficient amount of time he again asked his earlier question.

"My uncle did sir," came the soft voice of the child. "Please don't send me back there. I'll do anything you want, just please don't send me back."

The boy's frantic plea sparked his paternal instinct to protect the child. Even if outwardly he was calm there was no way he was letting a boy with as much potential go back to someone who would beat him. So he asked the boy, " What is your name?"

"My name is Harry, sir; I do not know my last name." His tone sounded a bit dejected at that.

"Well that won't do, not at all," Mr. Bei Fong muttered more to himself than anything. He appeared to be in deep thought until he suddenly stated, "I got it, from now on your name will be Hadrian Bei Fong. Harry for short so you can still have something your parents gave to you." With that said Mr. Bei Fong stood to leave. "I shall return in a few hours time, until then try to rest some more."

With that he left. True to his word he came back a few hours later. This time he brought someone with him. Getting this person steered into a nearby chair, he turned to speak with Harry.

"Hadrian, this is my daughter, Toph. Toph, this is Harry. He will be staying with us from now on."

End Flash Back

From then on they were inseparable. They did everything they could together, be it their lessons or goofing off in the gardens, to running off into the mountain caves nearby...

"Bonzai!" shrieked Toph as she landed on him.

"Uff... Toph why'd you jump on me?" asked the slightly winded Harry.

"Well it was either me or a boulder. Thought I'd be nice today." was her cheeky reply, to which they both laughed.

- Meanwhile -

Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was not having a good day let alone week. For you see it had been about a week sense term started, but a student was missing, not that any students on campus had vanished. No, it was that Harry Potter hadn't shown up at all.

At first Albus was inclined to believe that the boy had thought the whole thing was a joke, so he sent Professor McGonagall to retrieve him. She came back four hours later highly distraught at finding no sign of him or the fact that he ever lived at the Dursley's except for his tattered baby blanket that she found in a cupboard that had a padlock on it. Needless to say, Dumbledore felt like he was royally fucked.

That was until he remembered a ritual that would summon anyone, no matter how far away they were, so long as that person was alive. The only draw backs this ritual had were, one, it was dark magic, two, it took five people and a potion to do this ritual, and three, anyone within two meters of the person being summoned would be pulled along for the ride with no way back. But it was a risk that he was going to take. They would perform the ritual as soon as Severus finished the potion.

Time Skip

As Dumbledore finished up drawing the pentagram on the floor in his office Professor Snape dipped the end of his wand into the potion and drew the runes on the other heads of house and on him. Once Dumbledore finished, Snape walked over to him and drew a set of runes on him as well.

The last set was applied to the floor surrounding the summoning area.

When this was complete each head of house took a predesignated point of the star, while the headmaster, being the primary caster, took the top point. Stretching out their arms, as one would when they pretend that they have wings, they started chanting in unison. Slowly but surely their magic pooled into the center, making a light build up. Once enough magic had been sacrificed, the light flashed so bright that it temporarily blinded the group.

Scene Split

Harry and Toph were once again doing what they do, goofing off in the gardens behind the main house. Mostly running through the hedge maze, their earth bending giving them an unfair advantage, sensing the vibrations from the ground, they could see the layout of the whole maze. Reaching their tree in the center, they collapsed against it, laughing.

After awhile they calmed down and just sat in the peace offered by the surrounding area, unbeknownst to them that there was a faint glow around both of them. And in a flash that neither could see they were gone from their spot.

Back at Hogwarts

When the light faded the five professors were exhausted, completely drained mentally, and partly drained magically. So it was with a slight hope that they looked to see if they had been successful. They were stunned to see two children in the center standing back to back in fighting stances ready to defend themselves and each other if need be.