Chapter 3

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Aang groaned. He was in some sort of bed. At least he thought he was. Frankly Aang thought the bed was far more comfortable than it had any business being. He was trying to remember what happened. He remembered that they had run away from man eating spiders. Then they fought something. Was it a tree? That didn't make any sense but it was what Aang was remembering. Aang strained his 12 year old memory to the brink remembering what happened. They had been fighting the tree. Katara had fallen. On of the tree's branches hit Katara. Aang had run to help her but he'd gotten hit himself. Then Aang remembered the pain. It felt like thousands of forks were being shoved into him at once. He remembered hearing his ribs cracking before shattering. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

Aang noticed something. He didn't feel like there were thousands of forks in his body. In fact other than unnaturally tired, he felt fine. He opened his eyes. He wasn't outside or near the evil tree. That he was thankful for. Groaning he sat up. He was in a bed with white sheets. The room was unlike any he'd ever been in. There were other beds against the walls. In the bed on his left there was Sokka, sleeping. By the look on his face Aang guessed he was dreaming about food. Aang looked over to his right, Katara was asleep. Her frail body which Aang thought would be in horrible condition didn't look like she'd been in any kind of fight. Aang slightly blushed at seeing her in a very light robe.

As Aang was thinking of this he noticed that he was also in some sort of light robe. That meant that someone would have had to change him. He wasn't really sure he liked the idea of someone changing him. While he was pondering this, he saw Zuko standing next to a window. He was looking out of the window. His eyes showed that he didn't like what was going on.

Aang was just about to say something when some people walked in. Two of them were women. They were both pretty old. One of them looked like a doctor or something along the lines. The other had a look of power about her, and a hard gaze. The other person with them was a man. His face made him look rather tired, and his eyes made him look old. Even though Aang would guess he was about 40. The power lady looked upon them with suspicious eyes. Aang was just about to ask her some thing when she spoke.

"You have a lot of explaining to do young man. Who are you? Where did you come from? How did you get here?" Aang was trying to process the information while everyone in the room was staring at him. Minus Zuko of course.

"Um…" The Man spoke up.

"Minerva, I don't think they're working for You-Know-Who. The boy looks like he doesn't even know where he is,"

"That's because I don't," Aang intruded.

"And he is way too young,"

"Well, so was Draco and look where that got us!" The old woman had tears building up in her eyes. Now Aang was even more confused. The other woman rushed up to Zuko.

"Get back in bed! After what you just went thru it's a miracle you aren't in a coma," Zuko replied to this with a growl. Steam started coming out of his ears. At this the other two adults in the room whipped out sticks and were pointing them at the banished prince.

"Oh the horror, a stick," Zuko replied sarcastically. For some reason Aang didn't think this was a good idea and he was proven right when the woman said some thing and Zuko was lifted from the ground onto the bed.

The going in the air thing shock Zuko. He didn't have any control of his body. It was like his body was trapped in an invisible layer of ice. Only it wasn't cold. While in the air Zuko started yelling things like: put me down! What the heck is this! And some other inappropriate language.

Due to Zuko's little tiff, Katara woke up. She didn't remember anything except having a horrible pain in her chest before she blacked out. She remembered it feeling like there was a mad fire bender in her chest shooting fire balls of evil every which way. It wasn't the most pleasant experience of her young life.

Sitting up, Katara saw three people who she didn't know, one was holding a stick. Aang was in the bed next to her, and Sokka was still sleeping in the bed next to him. Zuko was here. This caused a grimace to form on Katara's face. He was in the bed next to Sokka shouting some inappropriate langue.

After Zuko's little tantrum, Aang noticed that Katara was awake.

"KATRA, you're awake! Are you feeling okay?" Aang asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Katara answered. "Where are we?"

"I don't know. Hey where are we?" Aang asked the two adults. They whispered amongst themselves for a few seconds. Finally the old woman sighed and turned to the four confused teens.

"You, young ones are at Hogwart's school of Witch craft and Wizardry. I am the headmistress, and I would like to know how you got here," She answered.

The three exchanged glances. Witch craft? Wizardry? Where the heck were they?

"You probably wouldn't believe us if we told you," Katara told them.

"Try us," The other person said grabbing a chair and sitting down, leaning his chest on the back of the chair. Aang sighed. This was going to be a long story.

After Aang had tried the best he could to try to explain what happened the two people left. The nurse like person still stayed. She waved around a stick and some soup appeared in front of the conscience three. The three, while fighting for their lives, had forgotten about how hungry they were. So Katara and Aang started eating. Zuko waited. He was a little suspicious about what was going on, but his growling stomach forced him to give in.

Shortly after finishing the soup, the two reentered. There was also a rather overweight man with them. He was holding a little vile filled with some kind of liquid. That vile put a sinking feeling in Aang's stomach.

"What's that for?" Aang asked shakily. The three turned to him. The fat man spoke up.

"This, my boy, is a truth potion. You see we need to do this to make sure you're not working with you-know-who."

"Who?" Katara asked.

"We do not speak his name," The headmistress answered. This confused the ones that were conscience. Sokka was still snoozing. Man, Zuko thought, how do they get anywhere with him sleeping like that?

"Why?" asked Aang.

"Because, he is a very dark and evil wizard," The man who wasn't fat said.

"So you're going to drug us to make sure we aren't evil?" Zuko asked. The four nodded. Zuko raised his hands. "No way. Uh uh. Good bye," Zuko said trying to stand up. Before he could the headmistress used the said the same thing she'd said before and Zuko was stuck in his bed again. The old fatty walked over to Zuko and poured some of the potion down his throat. He was greeted by being bitten on the fingers and having the potion spit back into his face. This wasn't going to be easy.

Katara and Aang were muffling laughter as the three were trying, and failing to get Zuko to drink the potion. After three or four attempts, they finally got it down his throat. And what they heard wasn't what they were expecting.

A/N: Okay this wasn't one of my better chapters. And I know it was short, but the next one will be better. In that one Aang will go on a rant on how he likes Katara and thinks she's hot in front of everyone. And Sokka's even going to hear. He he he. And Zuko's past is going to be reveled to the people! It should be good. At least I'm hoping. And I'm sssssssssssooooooooooo sorry it took this long for me to get out this short of a chapter but, track coaches wear us out and my brother is always on the computer. Well anyways, reviews would be great!