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The Avatar and the Wizarding World

Chapter two

Imprisonment and Diagon Alley

Azula jerked her wrists around in her cuffs. Hanging her in a cage had been unexpected and a little cruel, but chaining her arms apart so she couldn't bend was unbearable. But that was her people. All this talk of peace and harmony from her brother was such crap. Fire destroyed, it couldn't be loving and gentle, and neither should the nation named after it. Just look at her living conditions. She residing in a cool, damp cave, caged above a lake. Glowing stones littered the walls, so there was no need for candles, lanterns, or anything use she could possibly bend. Most of the time her mouth was covered with and iron mask, since fire benders were known to be able to breathe fire. They thought of every possible way to trap up the fire burning with in her. Sadistic bastards. Proof that her people were cruel hearted.

She gave her another tug at her shackles, the chains rattled. Cage shook, swinging slowly, dropping towards the lake. Azula narrowed her eyes, she wasn't so naïve that she believed struggling with her prison had set her free, and she knew it wasn't time for a meal. No, as she splashed into the lake, she realized somebody wanted something from her. Water filled her cage, seeping into her clothing, past her knees, up to her waist, finally reaching her neck. Instantly the water froze around her body. One of her prison guards, a water bender that once inhabited the prison she frequented, stepped on to the frozen surface.

He, and the other water benders guarding her, must enjoy their job. How could they not? Back when she was the heiress to the nation, she used to love torturing them. She'd run her blazing hands up and down their body, watching the blisters form. Now the tables were turned, her guards now got to leave her in the biting cold, frost biting at her entire body. The water bender unlocked the top of her cage. She glared daggers at him as he removed her iron face mask.

"You have visitors." he said.

"Hmm," Azula replied, "Interesting."

"I swear, these school books get more and more expensive every year." Molly Weasley held a list of required text books her children and Harry would need for their final year Hogwarts.

"Mum," Ron said, annoyed, "We make more money now."

"Yes, dear, I know. But I would like to keep that money." She sighed, tucking the list into her seemingly bottomless purse as they walked along Diagon Alley. "Can you believe it? My kids are all grown, and soon they won't even need me any more!" She reached out, pulling Ron, Ginny, and Harry into a tender hug, "Its enough to break my heart."

"MUM!" Ron cried, "What if someone sees us!"

"Ronald! There is no shame in hugging your mother! Harry lets me hug him, he is like a seventh son to me!" Harry straightened his glasses not wanting to say anything. Of course he'd let Mrs. Weasley hug him. She was letting him live in her house. But that didn't mean he didn't find her motherly affection awkward, especially since he was dating the daughter of the woman who considered him a son. Incest. Gross.

"Look!" Ginny stopped walking and pointed up to a bored up shop. "I can't believe it's closed!" The others stopped and stared up with her. Peopled passed by them in the busy streets, and no one seemed to notice (Though people did occasionally did stop to shout "Why it's Harry Potter") The store use to be so crowed with people, it was hard to believe that it was now empty. No one gave it a second thought. It was if Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had never existed in the first place.

"George will open it back up soon." Molly said, "He just needs time. I am sure before you know it, all the kids at school will be smuggling in those God awful Skiving Snackboxes."

Harry nodded, peering up at the building, "Yeah… I'm sure they will be. No need to worry Ginny." He gave her hand a squeeze, almost believing what he said and together they headed for Flourish and Blotts.

Teenagers-presumably Hogwarts students-and their parents crowded around shelves stocked with books. Both Harry and Ron shifted uncomfortably, feeling they were slightly too old to be book shopping, despite the fact it was common for eighteen year olds to be seventh years at the famous wizarding School.

Molly opened her bags, searching for her book list, "Blasted thing, where is it? You go on kids, pick out what you need, I will be there in a minute."

Harry headed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts section of the store. If he was going to be an Auror as planned, he'd need the proper books. He held several text books in preparation for the N.E.W.T .'s when there was a soft "Hello Harry."

Harry looked over his shoulder. A girl with hair the color of moon light stood behind him, holding several books on divination. She wore a cap with butterbeer corks pinned to it. In one ear she wore what looked like the hands of a clock, still ticking, while in the other was a monocle.

"Hello Luna, how are you?" Harry weakly smiled at the girl. Her pale, almost silver eyes glittered with something more then her usual eccentricities.

"Oh, I'm well Harry." She said tilted her head to the side. Luna didn't look at him as she spoke. Instead, her eyes swooped around the bookshelves behind Harry. "This last year at Hogwarts is certainly going to interesting."

"You think so?"

"I know so, Harry." The strange girl brushed her pale yellow hair behind her ear, "A snortle haired butterslip told me so."

"Er… A butterslip?" Harry raided an eyebrow, almost afraid to ask, "Did the Quibbler have an article on them?"

"Oh no, not yet. But if your curious about them they will be in next month's issues. For now all you need to know about them is that they are very intuitive." She grabbed a book off the shelf and added it to the stack she was holding. "Goodbye Harry." She paused for a second, before adding, "And oh, I'm sorry about your scar hurting."

Harry touched the bolt on his forehead instinctively, "It doesn't hurt."

"But it will Harry. It will." And just as she turned and headed to another section the lightening bolt began to throb as if someone were tracing its shape with a lit match.

"I-I suddenly don't feel like doing this." Ty Lee gripped the extra fabric on her best friends billowing sleeve. She tailed Mai, as Mai, Aang, and Zuko made their way through the prison. Though the path they were on was narrow and poorly lit, Ty Lee wanted comfort from Mai, not balance.

Mai just said, "You don't have to go, you know." Ty Lee released Mai's sleeve, her brown eyes wide in surprise. Mai sighed, "I didn't mean it like that. It's just…" She looked up at the dark cave ceiling that was peppered in glow stones and sighed again. "It used to be the three of us. Me, you, and Azula."

"What am I?" Zuko said from behind them, "What about me? I grew up with you three as well."

"Yes," Mai replied, "But at the time you were just Azula's big brother. And Ty Lee and I, we… We were her friends. But it was more then that. It was like she warped our minds, molding them to how ever she wanted them. It was because of her we got into the most prestigious school, because of her we learned to fight, because of her we are who we are. She made us."

"And we turned around and betrayed her." Ty Lee whispered.

"You did what was right!" Zuko insisted.

"It is hard to do what is right," Aang finally spoke up, "Buts harder to do it when someone you love is against it."

"I'm still scared to see her." Ty Lee whimpered.

"I'm not." Mai spat. "What can she do to us now? Our side won the war. She's now rotting in a prison. What can she possibly do to us?" Her raspy voice contained confidence, Zuko noted, but the girl's hand shook slightly when he held it.

The narrow cave hallway finally emptied out into a big room. The air was damp, but held an icy chill that threatened frost bite. The group of four stood side by side peering into the back of the cave. One water bender greeted them politely leading them to his co-worker, another water bender standing on top of a thick piece of ice, a cage at his feet. Through the thick cage bars a pair of amber eyes, though they looked more gold in the glow stone light, stared at them. The eyes shifted, narrowing in the direction of Aang. They swept past him to Ty Lee, then too Zuko, finally resting upon Mai.

Azula's mind waved red flags. Betrayal her mind whispered to her. Before her were those who betrayed her. Her brother. Her best friends. Those who abandoned her, imprisoned her, who left her decompose slowly in a God forsaken cell! Her body twitched, or at least it tried to, hard to do when she was up to her neck in ice. She cursed her imprisonment. Every cell in her body was urging her attack the scum that stood before her. Kill them. Burn them. Watch their ashes fall! How delicious it would be!

But no! She mustn't give into her emotions. And not just because she was trapped in ice and couldn't. Giving into them is what let to her down fall. She had to be cold, calculating, and above all else, she must be calm.

"Visitors," She purred, "How nice."

Zuko faultered, he still expected her to be off, just like when the last time they met. But as he stared into her eyes, he saw feral-animal instincts were restrained behind her smooth, manipulative nature. She was back to normal.

Fire Lord swallowed, "Azula."

"Yes, Zuzu?" He flinched at the nickname. She was already trying to win the upper hand.

"Where is my mother?" Zuko snapped, trying to ignore the creepy tension that had entered the room. It was almost palpable. It was as if invisible tendrils snaked up and down his limbs, wrapping tightly around his waist and neck, trying to suffocate him. This was Azula's true power. She had the ability make others feel she was in control. Even now, up to her neck in an icy prison, she some how created an uneasy atmosphere.

"She was my mother too." Azula tilted her head back, removing her jaggedly cut bangs out of her face. "And she wasn't a very good one."

"Take that back!" Zuko shouted, his voice echoing about the cave. "You didn't love her like I did! I don't even think you know how to love, you bitch!" He lunged for her, but both Ty Lee and Mai grabbed his arm. He struggled against their weight, dragging them forward, but with a few nimble movements from Ty Lee, Zuko's arms and legs were out of commission.

"Always such a hot head, Zuzu." His sister snickered, "That's going to be your downfall."

"As I recall it was your downfall, Azula." Mai snapped, enjoying the feeling of having power over the girl who was once her best friend. Ty Lee ducked behind Mai, afraid of the Azula's wrath. The prisoner's eyes narrowed as she swallowed her anger. The tension in the air shifted, filling with hate and despise. Azula's blood boiled. Mai never spoke like that to her before!

Zuko sank to the floor, his limbs were noodles. He looked to Aang. "I need to know, and she's to much for me….. Talk to her for me please."

The monk stepped forward, on to the ice, "Azula, you and your father are the only two who know where your mother is."

"Your point?" Azula said, growing bored with their presence. "I get nothing from telling you. Besides, you're the Avatar, the bridge between worlds; shouldn't you be able to tell me where my mother dearest is?"

Aang took a breath in, thinking, "Azula. You've lost your brother and your friends. Perhaps telling them might be the start of getting them back and earning your release from here."

She arched an eyebrow the red flags started to wave again. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, her mind whispered to her, begging her to given into her emotions and return to her insanity. "If you want to know so badly, I suppose I could tell you. My lovely mother is no longer of this world."

Zuko's eyes widened, "She's dead?"

Ty Lee stole a glance at Azula. She had that glint in her eye. Mischievous, freighting, pure evil…The acrobat girl swallowed and restored Zuko's limbs, "Let's get out of here…."

"Fine." Mai said, helping her boyfriend up, "Let's leave her here to decay and die."

"He won't be with you forever Mai!" Azula shouted after them, "He already left you once, what's to stop you from doing it again. Trust me on this one!" Her laugh rippled around them as the fire nation girl slipped out of her sanity.

"Now she's really stretching," Ty Lee smiled, feeling refreshed now that they were leaving Azula behind, "You and Zuko are totally in love."

"Yeah," Mai said, glancing over her shoulder. "We are..."

The smell of Mrs. Weasley's cooking carried through the house. Harry could smell it as he lay on his stomach on his bed in his room. It was strange; he had spent a good portion of his life believing that Hogwarts was his home. And now that he had a new home with the Weasleys, he didn't want to go back to Hogwarts. He knew eventually he'd have to leave the Weasley household and live in12 Grimmauld Place, when it was fixed up and they removed that wretched picture of Mrs. Black. But Burrow would always be home. It would be where he would spend Christmas and have family dinners, and maybe even where he would marry Ginny if their relationship came to that point.

And yet in three weeks he'd be back at Hogwarts with Ron and Ginny, and if rumor was true, most of the boys in his year would be back too. Hermione would be tracking down her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would be living a more comfortable life. There would be no more magic wars, or hunting down non-pure blood wizards or witches. Life would be simple. Relaxing. Good.

His new owl cooed from the rafters. Ridgel was a gift from Hagrid.

"I know it might be too soon to get a new owl," Hagrid handed the cage containing a larger sized owl in with dark gray and light brown feathers, and a white oval face. Two feathers tuffs sat on the top of her head, and her orange eyes stared up at Harry. "She's a Verreaux's Eagle-owl; also know as a Giant eagle owl or a milky owl. I didn't want to get you another snow owl, they wouldn't be able to replace poor Hedwig. But an owl is a necessity. Her name is Ridgel." Hagrid beamed handing her to Harry. "Raised her from an egg myself after Fang found her nest abandoned in the forbidden forest. A bloodsucking bugbear must have gotten her mother."

Harry thanked Hagrid and accepted the rather larger bird. For the most part, he and the owl co-existed nicely, but that was about the extent of their relationship. The bird would watch him from time to time, but Harry wasn't sure if it was out of curiosity or something a bit more unsociable. Perhaps she disliked him. Harry couldn't find fault with that, he called her Hedwig more then a few times, and was always comparing the two.

"Hungry?" He called up to the bird of prey. Harry opened a jar on his desk containing owl treats from Eeylops Owl Emporium. One of the treats, an enchanted biscuit in the shape of a mouse, scurried out of the jar and up the wall, heading for Ridgel. Ginny had picked them up when they headed out to Diagon Alley.

"Guaranteed to give your owl healthy, shiny feathers," Ginny read on the box, "Harry these could help you bond with Ridgel!"

Watching the biscuit circle around the talons of the bird, Harry concluded it hadn't worked.

"Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang through out the house. Harry shut the door to his room, only to hear a wail.

Teddy was awake.

The son of Tonks and Lupin fussed, letting the whole house know he was up from his nap. Ginny was already in the baby's room, scooping him out of his crib. It was nice having the little one around, she had always been the baby of the house, and now, there was an actual baby. She rested him against her hip, rocking him slowly. The baby sniffled, focusing on her. He loved Ginny.

"That's right," she whispered to him, "You're safe with me. No need for tears." She pecked him softly on the cheek, and Teddy rested his head against her shoulder. Like Harry, the little boy didn't really know his parents. But unlike Harry, Teddy had many people bending backwards to make sure he was cared for and well loved. The baby reached out for a strand of Ginny's hair, gumming on it in-between bouts of baby babble.

"Honestly Ginny," Molly said waving a tomato sauce covered spoon, "Don't let him chew on your hair."

"It doesn't bother me, and it makes him happy," Ginny said, but she removed the strand of hair from the Teddy's mouth anyway. The baby gave a cry of disapproval, his hair flashing to a bright, fire color.

"What for dinner, Mum?" George took a seat at the table. He sniffed the air, "Oh spaghetti." Ginny placed Teddy into a high chair, and sat next to her brother. "So how is my nephew?" George propped his elbows on the table, leaning his head on his hands.

Ginny's cheeks reddened. "That's not funny George. Teddy is a member of our family, but he isn't my son."

"But Harry is his godfather, which makes you his god-mummy!" This was a reoccurring joke with George, pretending Harry and Ginny were married with a baby already. No one else found it amusing, but George enjoyed the discomfort it caused his sister and her boyfriend. Teddy babbled, making raspberry noises and giggling. When George wasn't looking, Ginny smiled lovingly at the baby, someday, he would be her son.

Azula eyelids dropped slowly, then they fluttered back up. She wanted to sleep, but it was hard to get comfortable when she was chained up against the wall of a cage floating in the air. She closed her eyes and dropped her head forward. Her body told her to roll over, crawl on to the floor, to do anything to make a more relaxing sleep situation.

She sighed, staring up towards the ceiling where she was chained. There was a flicker, a shadow briefly covering the glow stones. Then her cage was suddenly plummeted towards the lake.

There was a splash, Azula managed to gulp down some air just before she was completely submerged in water. The chain that normally held her cage to the cave ceiling swayed as it sank to the bottom of the lake. Azula's hands glowed, willing the shackles on her wrist to melt away. The water around them boiled and her skin bubbled, forming blisters. She jerked wildly as the cuffs turned red, hoping to break through them and swim to the surface, but she just ended up sinking deeper and deeper.

What was this it? Did they finally decide to kill her? Did they decide hat she was too dangerous to be allowed to live? There was another jerk, and she was yanked back up to the cave floor. She coughed, spitting up water. Her wrists ached, searing with pain, but she weakened the shackles enough to break through them. She removed the mask on her face and busted out of the cage. Someone had aided her escape. Someone wanted something from her. She smiled.

"Hello Mai."

N/A: Yay another chapter down. I try to write them for you peoples as soon as possible but, sometimes writer's block or the sentences don't flow right. I might be out of a commission for a while, I am having surgery on June 28th, so I don't know how well I will be able to write. Side's I might be a little loopy and the chapters I write might go something like this "And Harry and Sokka danced around the magic unicorn as it sparkled with magic sparkle dust that was sparkly!" Scary. But who knows, I might be so bored when I am bed ridden that I will right like eight chapters a day….. Or one really really really long one…. Okay I am rambling now…. So….

Fair winds!

~+~ Tygersprite