A/N: Yes Polka-Dotted-Penguin 1 is not dead. She had just been dealing with a crap load of crapieness the past few months, and now I'm going to try to write the next chapter:

Stay awake. Stay awake Stay awake.

Zuko was trying to listen to his history of magic teacher but Mr. Snoreles, as he had come to call him, was being even more tiresome than usual, and the fact that he really didn't sleep last night didn't help. After the little spider incident, the fireball head was more or less worshiping the Avatar. Then of course they couldn't get into the castle the same way they came in, little miss smart frizzy haired, had regretted to mention that there was no realistic way to get back into the freaking castle. So they had a little slumber party outside in the field. Now lying in a pool of metaphorical drool, Zuko rather resented going out last night.

"Mr………..Zuko?" Snoreles said obviously still not getting the fact that Zuko had no last name. "I know it's the second hour of the day, but paying attention would be rather appreciated, especially when I'm passing through you."

Zuko looked up, staring fiery daggers at the ghostly teacher.

"That won't work on me son, I'm already dead." Zuko continued to glare. "Alright class so as I was saying……."

Harry wasn't having his best morning either. He had meant to talk to Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Lupin about Sirius, but he partly forgot, and partly wouldn't know where to start. What was he supposed to do, come up to his best friends who were already worried about his sanity and say, 'Hey my dead godfather is speaking to me through the shadows, and how his rules of shadowism sound like something from a cheesy novel.?' He thought not. Ginny was obviously not happy about not being told about what was going on and she was showing it. He couldn't exactly blame her, but it still annoyed his teenage boy mind.

Finally Ginny and Hermione did something Harry should have seen coming. It was one of those coulda shoulda woulda things. He was actually shocked that they didn't do it sooner.

Harry was innocently walking down the hall, just minding his own business. The stomach/hunger issue was approaching critical, and Harry was looking forward to a nice deep-fried something. He didn't know what, he also didn't particularly care. Harry just wanted something deep-fried and terribly bad for him. It was one of those days were Harry just kind of wanted to eat like an American.

Suddenly Harry was thrown out of his deep fried fantasies and thrown into a wall. And the sad part was he wasn't thrown by magic. Harry was thrown against the hallway wall by two hormonally unstable, ticked off teenage girls. And no, Harry was not acting in a body spray commercial.

"Sorry mate, it was their idea." Harry heard off from somewhere. Before he knew it, Harry had a sack thrown over his head, and was being carried off by his arms and legs. This was not part of his lunch plan.

"Hey Aang, it's a nice day, why don't we get some lunch and eat outside?" Katara asked the young Avatar as they were walking down the hall. The young Avatar, partly blushed, but of course jumped at the idea. Then a thought hit him and drove the small amount of testosterone he had out of his body.

"What about Sokka….and Zuko?" He asked looking at the shining profile of the beautiful girl he loved. The young watermaster thought of this for a moment.

"They'll be fine; hopefully, they can get some of that male bonding thing," Katara answered smiling at the fact that the two teenage boys would probably try to kill each other before ten minuets was over.

This response was good enough for Aang, and he readily agreed.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON? LET ME GO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? OOF! Ouch." Harry groaned getting up from the floor. Pulling the bag off his head Harry faced his captures. Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Lupin surrounded him, staring at the boy who lived with extreme intensity. He didn't particularly like this.

"Harry," Ginny hissed in her evil little girl way that for some reason slightly turned Harry on. Focus idiot!! Harry yelled at himself. "I think it's time you told us what was going on for once!" Ginny's face was a bright crimson and her eyes were screaming 'tell the truth or I'll claw your eyes out with my painted nails of doom,' and Harry didn't want his eyes clawed out by painted nails of doom.

"Okay so where do you want me to start?" Harry sighed.

The warm afternoon sun shone down on the two benders as they talked and enjoyed their lunch. It was one of those days that seemed like nothing could go wrong. The grass was a beautiful everglade green, and was tender on the young teen's skin. Sequined mirrors shone from the lake as the warm sun's rays hit it.

The young Avatar sat slightly awkwardly next to his waterbending teacher, admiring her every feature. The way sunlight made her hair shine like polished gold. How her clothes fell over each wonderful curve of her body, and how her eyes where glistening glaciers on smooth perfectly even water. Katara was perfection personified.

"Aang?" Katara asked a little awkwardly, noticing that Aang was staring at her. This snapped Aang out of his little daze.

"Uh, oh yeah Katara?" Aang asked.

"So what do you think of it here?"

"Um, I don't know, it's nice, but I think we need to get home soon. We're running out of time before the comet."

"Yeah, I wish I knew how we could get home faster, but unfortunately it seems like we are stuck here for awhile." Katara sighed. "Hey Aang, did you really mean all that stuff you said when we first got here? About you liking me and everything?" It was obvious Katara was trying to not turn cherry red, but it wasn't totally working.

Come on chicken it's now or never. Sokka' s not here to kill you, but then again if Katara didn't like it, I could be frozen in another iceberg. Come on, it's now or never sink or swim.

"Well Katara you see the thing about that is…..

Harry was yet again getting some weird looks that he should have by now gotten used to, but unfortunately not.

"So did Sirius tell you when he might talk to you next?" Lupin asked.

"No," Harry said frankly.

"To be honest mate it sounds like something from a cheesy novel." Ron answered.

"That's what I thought."

"Well despite what it sounds like," Ginny cut in, "It is true, I saw him, it whatever."

"Right now, I think we're just going to put this in the back seat until we recover and destroy the Bow and Arrow of Ravenclaw." The werewolf professor suggested. "So we will leave for Scotland Saturday evening. Harry since I'm a teacher, I will tell you not to use the invisible cloak that you do not have, to not meet me in the grand hall, where I will not be able to get us out of the castle. Which we are not leaving."

"Alright professor, now may I please not go to the grand hall to not have my lunch?" Harry asked with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes," Lupin answered chuckling. "Bye the way, the bag over the head thing. It was Ronald's idea."

How could something that was so wrong be so right? The first time it was partly to save their lives. This time it was pure sin. And sinfully magical at that. Katara's tiny waist sat comfortably under his hand, while her luscious, candy lips fit perfectly between his own, and for a moment there was no war, no evil wizards, and no firenation. Everything was perfect. That is until their little interruption.

"HEY WINDY! HOW'D YOU SWING A SEXY BABE LIKE THAT?" That was a bit of a moment wreck. Aang recognized that evil, rancid voice. Monty.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" Aang roared turning toward him with fury fiery in his eyes.

"Hey don't freak out dude, just making an observation." The one of many loud mouth Slytherins retorted.

Aang could handle a lot of things and this wasn't one of them, and Katara could see it. She was still partly on cloud 9 from the kiss and wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with a loud mouth, especially not a short one. The young Avatar stomped angrily up to the Slytherin.

"YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT KATARA LIKE THAT!!" Aang yelled getting more ticked off by the second.

"YO chill dude all I was asking was how'd ya swing that hot babe." The obviously stupid along with loud mouthed Monty retorted. This put Aang over the edge. Before Monty could get to his wand, Aang had him bended into the air, along with a water whip courtesy of the lake, into the lake. The boy landed with a nice splash. Coming up from the water, the young boy screamed back "I'm writing my mother about you!"

All of this time our favorite Care for Magical Creatures teachers was being entertained by the Slyerin's humiliation. Looking up, his saw the young couple standing by the lake together giggling. I didn't see a thing.

A/N: Hi peoples! I would go on about how sorry I am about not updating for like ever, but some how I don't think a lot of my faithful readers will care because most people probably thought I gave up on the story. But I haven't. So Um I'll try to continue. Reviews would be cool, but I understand if I don't get em.