Chapter seven

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A/N: I am sorry for the wait. I have been unusually busy and will (unfortunately) continue to be so for a couple of weeks. I am attending University, and will have some weeks where I hardly have time to sleep. However, I will continue to work on this story even if it will be a little slower than usual. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

As Harry came to himself, the first thing he noticed, were voices. They were talking softly, not far from where he lay, but not in a language Harry knew. It seemed to be the same language as the people he had seen riding on the black, six-legged horses.

The thought of the horses and the three strangers suddenly jumpstarted his memories. The flight, him being unable to get to Theron and the fall. He inwardly cringed at as he remembered how he had managed to fall on a tree-root and knock himself out cold. He unconsciously made a face as he continued to dwell on the incident. This drew the attention of the people speaking.

They suddenly stopped talking, and made their way towards him. He could hear their soft footsteps coming towards him. Quickly going into defence-mode, Harry snapped his eyes open and sprang up and into a crouch. This, however, seemed to be a mistake. He felt all his blood drain from his head, and the edges of his vision became black and blurry. He stumbled and would have fallen had he not been caught by one of the other rushing forward. The person said something that Harry could not understand, as she, for it was definitely a woman, guided him down on the ground once again.

When he had managed to sit down, with little of his dignity intact, he looked around on the people surrounding him. There were four people, tree male and one female. All of them were tall, slender and blue. They looked just like Harry did with his new body. And as he looked at the others, who were staring at him with apprehension and curiosity written all over their faces, Harry remembered something Eywa had said. She had said that he was made in the image of her children, the Na'vi she called them. Harry supposed that these people were Na'vi. Harry mentally kicked himself for forgetting about the Goddess' words to him, though he had been a little more occupied with the ikran he was supposed to find and catch to think much about what at the time seemed like a minor threat.

These people wore strange clothes, only covering the essentials of their body, and showing off a lot of skin. The men seemed to be basically bare-chested, apart from some kind of strap across the chest. This seemed to hold weapons, as Harry would see them all carrying knives. The female, however, seemed to be carrying some kind of necklace that covered just enough for it not to be considered nudity. This surprised Harry slightly, though his head was currently too foggy for him to show it much, or to make any attempts at fleeing.

Suddenly, the man that seemed to be in charge spoke.

"Who are you?" The man said this in the language of the natives, which Harry did not understand one word of. He just stared at the man, not understanding the question.

"What?" was all he managed to answer, cursing his muddled and foggy thoughts that made thinking hard. Harry was pretty sure that the man had asked something along the lines of 'Who are you?' or something similar. But he was not about to risk his life on that theory.

As the simple word left Harry's mouth, he watched as the four of them changed their expression form curios to surprised. He also saw them exchanging looks with each other, as thought they were having some kind of silent communication. And for all Harry knew, that might just as well be the case.

"English?" the woman asked, with a clear accent that told Harry that she did not normally speak the language. But the fact that she spoke the English word shocked Harry. He was on another planet/world with strange aliens (even though he himself had the same appearance as them) and they knew English?

They must have seen the utter confusion on his face, because the woman sat down across from him her eyes softening into something Harry hadn't seen in several years. It took him a second for him to understand the look in her eyes; compassion.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice soft and welcoming. She continued to look at him, as if studying his face. Or more like his eyes. Deciding it could not hurt to answer her questions, he shrugged. He regretted the motion a second later as a shooting pain shot up his neck and up into his skull. He did not let it show, however.

"My name is Harry." He simply said, no need for them to know his whole name, even if it didn't mean anything for them here. Harry let his eyes drift from the woman, to the tree men standing close by. As he looked closer, he could see that the leader seemed to be slightly different from the rest of them, even if he could not define what it was. Harry also noticed that the other two were familiar. Before he could contemplate it more, however, the woman started talking again.

"Hello 'arry" Harry flinched slightly at the way she pronounced his name. It reminded a little too much a certain French woman he had known. She continued as if she hadn't noticed; "My name is Neytiri, the other in this room is Entu," she pointed at the oldest-looking of the group, one of the ones that seemed familiar to Harry. "Akwey," as she said his name, she pointed at the man that seemed the youngest and also seemed familiar to Harry. This seemed strange to Harry, as the only Na'vi he had seen were the ones on the horses. Just as he thought it, he knew that this must be two of the three that had chased him. He had an air of mischief in the look of his face. He turned his attention at the last man as Neytiri pointed at him. "and this is Jake, our leader." The name caused Harry to start slightly. That did not seem like a normal name for a Na'vi. It was more like the name of a human. And as Harry continued to examine the man, he realized what made him different from the rest. He was more human-looking than the rest of them.

'Hmm, strange.' Harry thought. His mind was still scrambled and foggy, so he could not really come up with a possible reason for this. So he just said the first thing that came to mind.

"Well, isn't that a strange name, considering the circumstances." He blurted out, completely forgetting that his own name strange to the Na'vi. This comment seemed to amuse Jake, perhaps he too came to that conclusion about Harry's name?

"I could say the same for you, Harry." he said, with perfect English, as if he had spoken it his whole life, unlike Neytiri. Had Harry's mind worked properly, he would probably have noticed this. However, the knock on his head seemed to have resulted in a concussion. He was no stranger to the injury, having been hit in the head more than enought times when living with his aunt and uncle.

And if that wasn't bad enough, he felt himself becoming more and more unfocused and tired. He didn't even catch the words Jake directed at him. Neytiri had to gently shake in for him to exit his own mind.

"What?" he said, raising his head, looking confused. Jake's eyes looked at him with concern. He furrowed his brow, and said something in the Na'vi language. Neytiri nodded to his question, turning slightly to look at him again, and told him something in return. Harry found that his thoughts did not seem to want to gather to his wishes. As his mind turned backwards in time, he forgot about the conversation that the blue people were having with each other. His mind went back in time.

***FLASHBACK***

Harry was walking down the street of Diagon Alley. He had covered himself in a cloak with a big hood that covered his face so that nobody would be able to recognise him. It had been six months since the battle at Hogwarts, and Harry had noticed that as soon as he had walking on to a room, people would go completely silent and stare at him. It was for this reason that he had stopped going out in public. He had never really liked being in the spotlight, and this had only become worse in the following months. The reporters had stationed themselves outside his house for several months, in an attempt to get an interview with him. He had desperately tried to avoid them, and had then come to the conclusion that a disguise would come in handy for that. He had also kept the habit of carrying the invisibility cloak with him wherever he went and could easily slip it on to avoid people he really didn't want to talk to.

As Harry was walking down the street, he could still see the damage left by the war and the Death Eaters. Many stores were still closed, and even more showed signs of damage and even vandalism. In contrast to this, you could see happy families enjoying this surprisingly warm November-day. Harry stopped in the shadow of the shop owned by Ollivander, now opened after his incarceration and his subsequent recovery. There had been a rush to by wands after he had reopened, and not just for the children about to start Hogwarts, but also the muggle-born witches and wizards whose wands had been 'confiscated' by the Ministry. The poor man had worked himself halfway to his grave, refusing help from anybody but Luna. Harry smiled slightly at the thought of Luna with a distant smile talking about Nargles and Crumple-Horned Snorkacks to a group of both eleven-year-olds and adult witches and wizards.

At this moment, it seemed that the store was empty, since it was in the middle of the semester and the children would be at school and the parents usually did not need new wands that often. So Harry could stand there without worrying if somebody would come too close and see his face, or his scar. He had also noticed that the few people that caught sight of him winced and looked away, as if he intimidated them. They also seemed to take a better hold of their children, positioning themselves so that Harry could not see them. This both surprised him and hurt him. Did they expect him to attack them? As his mind continued to ponder these events, he noticed someone he recognised.

He could see the red-headed woman walking with somebody Harry did not recognise immediately. As they got closer, he realized that it was Dean Thomas. As they steadily got closer, he could hear some of their conversation. And what he heard would have crushed his heart all over again, if it had not been for the fact that it had never really mended after the battle.

"I thought you and Potter were dating?" asked Dean. Harry noticed how he used 'Potter' instead of 'Harry' when referring to him. Ginny shook her head, looking a little sullen or possibly irritated.

"No, Dean. We split up again after a few months." She sighted and continued: "We could never really work it out, and something in him has changed, and not for the better. He radiates something I cannot really define. It I didn't know better, I would say that he had some aura of death hanging about himself. It eventually became too much, and we broke up." Dean looked a little taken aback at this news. He looked at her for a few minutes, before continuing.

"So, it is true? He really does that? He had heard some rumours, but …" Harry could not make out anymore of the conversation, as they had moved past him, and they were soon out of sight, entering Madam Malkins. Harry continued to stand there, thinking of what Ginny had said and Dean's response. He had of course been told that he somehow seemed to radiate fear or something similar, both by Ginny and Hermione and Ron. But he did not know that anybody else knew about it. Was it just Dean and a few others? Or was it common knowledge? He decided that it did not matter, he would to care what people thought of him. In fact, he thought darkly, the fact that people were scared of him would perhaps keep people away from him. He continued this train of thought, as he made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron and out into Muggle-London and back to his own place.

***END FLASKBACK***

As Harry slowly kame to his senses, he noticed that someone was shaking him. Hard.

"Hey! Hey, wake up kid!" the voice was male, and familiar. As Harry opened his eyes blurrily, he saw Jake above him, shaking him violently. Harry then realized what he had said. Kid? Him? He was 108 years old for crying out loud. Who was he to call Harry a child?

"Who do you call a kid?" he hissed out, wincing as Jake had a rather strong grip on him. Seeing that Harry was awake and speaking, Jake released his grip and stopped shaking him with a sigh. And he answered: "I call you a kid because you are one. How old are you? By looking at you I would say that you cannot be any older that 15, maximum" he told the youth on the floor, sitting down beside him. He could see the confusion on the boy, and wondered why? Did he perhaps not know how old he was? Or had he hit his head so hard that he had forgotten?

"What?" said Harry, not knowing what to respond to that statement. He knew that he would not look 108, but 15? He let his eyes wander around the room, looking at the other Na'vi. His thoughts were racing. He did not understand, and his throbbing head stopped him from gathering his thoughts. He shook his head lightly to try and clear his head, and regretting it immediately as a sharp pain shot through it. "15? Really?" was all he said, not knowing how they would react if he told them he really was over a hundred years old. They would either think he had hit his head too hard or that he was totally crazy. Harry decided that he would play the victim of a head-injury, pretending not to be sure, at least for now. He would first find out more about these people and their potential revelation of him being a human/wizard. But for now, he would really like to just relax and let them take care of his wounds. He told himself that it was simply because he could not really move, considering how he had collapsed when trying to stand, and that when staying he would get information that he would not get otherwise. It was definitely NOT because he really liked when somebody took care of him and showed that they cared for him and was interested in him. It really wasn't.

Well this was it for this time. I hope you liked it. It is currently the longest chapter so far, I will try to keep the chapters a little longer than the previous chapters.

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