Chapter 9

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A/N: I'm sorry for the slow update. I've been quite busy with University. Exams are approaching, and we have had a lot of papers to hand in over the last few weeks.

In addition, this chapter was a bit hard to write for some reason. I've rewritten it several times. But I'll stop talking now and let you read the new chapter:

As Harry closed his eyes, he felt a strange sensation rush through his body, a wave of something cold and tingling starting on top of his head and ending by his toes. It was an extremely strange sensation, though not unpleasant exactly. As the feeling passed, another took its place. This one was a little more concerning, as he felt like he was floating, and he felt weightless. Opening his eyes suddenly, he saw the reason for it. He was floating. He was perhaps half a meter above Theron, and what he supposed was his body. He was frozen. He registered in the back of his mind that he could feel two of the Na'vi approaching the cave, and a little later that they were both standing just outside and looking in.

Harry turned around to look at them, perhaps they could tell his what was happening? Perhaps the spear had some kind of hallucinogenic substance on it, causing the injured to have weird hallucinations. But they just looked at the two shapes on the floor, even if the smaller was just visible under the protective wing of Theron and didn't seem to notice Harry floating just above the heap. Though Harry could have sworn that he could see Neytiri's eyes sweep over the place where he was as though she saw something, but then dismissed it again as they both retreated from the entrance of the cave.

Looking back down on his body, Harry examined the blue face intently. A slight panic emerged before he could see a faint movement in the small hairs in front of his face. He was breathing, thank God! He thought. 'At least I'm not dead' he said softly and was surprised when his voice came out in a faint whisper in the cave. Theron shifted slightly at the noise but did not react more than that.

Harry was pondering on what could have happened, when he heard Jake and Neytiri talking outside the cave entrance. He drifted over to them, perhaps they had some information he could use? The moment his thoughts formed the desire to exit the cave, he floated towards the entrance and suddenly found himself outside in the sunlight. He could see the couple sitting just to the left of the entrance and was talking to each other. However, Harry felt his heart sink when he realized that he could not understand a single word they were saying. He felt like kicking something. He did too, but the branch he aimed at didn't move, his foot simply passed through. I was not until that moment he realized that he did actually have some kind of body, though it was transparent, and he could see trough himself. He could see human hands when examining them, and across the back of the right one he could see faint letters, barely discernible. 'Well, I'll be damned …' he exclaimed, not noticing how his voice carried on the wind to the two Na'vi just meters away. He had, in some inexplicable way, managed to exit his new body and transformed into his human one. Or is it wizard body?

As Harry let his mind wander over the use of words and correct names, he did not notice how the two Na'vi were suddenly looking around for something, or someone. He did however, hear a gasp from behind him. Turning around to face the sound, he could see Neytiri staring at him with wide, yellow eyes. She could see him?! Neytiri nodded, it seemed he had accidentally said that out loud. Which meant that she could hear him, too. These revelations were quite extraordinary.

'Neytiri, what are you looking at?' asked Jake. He had heard a strange whisper on the wind, as if words were being spoken, but he could not see the source of the sound. But Neytiri had gasped and locked her eyes on something just to the right of them, right outside the entrance. All he could see over there, was a branch.

Neytiri seemed not to hear him, so he asked again. This time laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. This gave him a response, with her jumping slightly and turning her wide-eyed gaze at him instead.

'What is it, dear?' he asked, in a gentle tone. She shook her head slightly, as if to clear it.

'A boy' Was all she said. And returned her gaze to whatever she saw that he didn't. Just as the words left, he could hear the strange voice in the wind again but was not able to catch the words. Neytiri seemed to understand though, as she suddenly started talking back, in English!

"I am sorry, we did not intend to be rude. But, who are you?" she asked. Jake felt more lost now than ever before. Why was she suddenly talking in English, of all things? Unless. No, that can't be! Can it? His gaze snapped to the cave then to Neytiri and then back to the spot where the branch was laying on the ground. When he looked a little closer at the ground, he could see a slight shadow on the ground that should not be there. And when looking closer, eyes squinting, he could just make out the outline of a young man with raven hair and glowing emerald eyes. His eyes widened when he heard the sound come again, speaking only three words; "I am Harry". The sound was still distant to Jake's ears, but he felt that he could hear the voice better now than he could earlier. But, evidently, he could not hear him as good as Neytiri. He wondered why.

In the meantime, Harry was feeling slightly annoyed that they had started speaking in the native tongue so that he could not understand them. And, reacting on those emotions, he snapped at the woman who seemed to be able to see him; "It's rude to talk in another language when the third person can't understand you, you know!" She started somewhat, and as she apologised and asked him who he was, the male was looking in his general direction. As Harry contemplated if he should answer, and what he should answer, he watched as Jake finally seemed to make out where he was.

Deciding not to be too rude, even if he was a spirit (or similar) for the moment and he felt he had the right to be a little cranky, he shrugged at Neytiri, and simply said that "I am Harry". The stunned silence following this sentence, lasted for a whole minute as both Neytiri and Jake let their eyes drift from him and to the cave and back again several times.

"But …" Jake started, clearly at a loss for words. Or possibly just confused. Or both? "But, you're human!" he said, surprise and curiosity in his face and voice. Harry couldn't help himself, he snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Well spotted, Jake." He said, though not unfriendly. He supposed it wasn't strange that they would be surprised, he would be surprised too. Shaking himself slightly before he let his thoughts wander too far, he locked his eyes on Neytiri. He could sense he power. It was not magical, not entirely. But she seemed to have a stronger connection to the earth and the lives on it. How he knew, he could not tell. He just knew. And her next words just confirmed his thoughts.

"You are chosen by Eywa, are you not?" He could see Jake turn his head sharply to glance at her before returning his eyes to Harry, his brow furrowed. Harry considered her words; it was true that Eywa herself had made him a body and then given him occasional tips on how to survive in this place. He had never really thought much about it, just accepted it. Which, when he looked back on it, was extremely odd for him. He never really just accepted things as they presented themselves to him over the last years., there was usually something happening behind the scenes that he did not know about, which he had experienced first-hand over the years.

He had for instance just accepted that Snape was the one trying to steal the Philosopher's stone, Draco was the Heir of Slytherin, Sirius was a murderer and traitor, and so on. Every year at Hogwarts could have turned out so different if only he learned to look closer on the situation. This was another reason he had distanced himself from the magical society; people would approach him and try and become his 'friend' just because he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived and the saviour of the wizarding world. But those situations stopped occurring after a few months, as his aura seemed to repel almost everybody from his immediate surroundings. And soon only a handful of people were able to talk to him without flinching.

But life on Pandora just seemed so right, more so than anything Harry had felt before. Here he was just a person (or was that Na'vi?), he was no hero, and nobody relied on him for their safety. He was only responsible for himself and Theron. And he would like to continue like that, he was not, and would not be, the Chosen One on Pandora. He only wanted to start over and live an ordinary life. And now it seemed to be impossible, unless he could figure out a way to get back to his own body.

All these thoughts passed trough Harry's mind so fast that it seemed like no time at all, when he focused his eyes back on Neytiri.

"What happened? What is wrong with my body?" He deliberately avoided answering her question, not really knowing what to answer himself. He could see the two Na'vi exchange looks at his question. As if they were unsure of what to say or how much he could handle. After a little pause, Neytiri nodded softly, and Jake returned his gaze to Harry.

"The spear was poisoned" he simply said. 'Oh, great!' Harry thought. His first meeting with the natives caused him to be severely injured, possibly even fatally. Well, it would explain why he wasn't in his own body, he was probably in a coma where his mind could leave his body. Looking back at the entrance of his cave, he could just make out Theron, knowing that his body lay underneath him.

"Deadly?" he asked, still keeping his eyes on the cave. He didn't see the other two exchanging looks.

"Not always" came Neytiri's reply. Though she sounded unsure, as if not believing her own words.

"I have heard that a few of the People have managed to survive the poison, though I have never met one who has." She continued. Well, that's comforting. At least there is a small chance, and let's face it, he told himself, it's not the first time I've been poisoned by a deadly poison. Fawkes might not be here this time, but he would make sure that he survived this time too.

"Alright, let's see if I can do something about this then!" Harry said, startling them by his sudden change in demeanour. His voice was filled with confidence, and his eyes were burning with an emerald fire. They were suddenly surrounded by a wild and powerful wind, where there had been no wind just seconds before. They were unable to speak as they watched, awed, as Harry made his way bock into the cave. They found that their feet moved, as though on their own accord, towards the cave behind Harry. The sight that met them left them speechless. They saw Theron moving slightly away, so that they could see the Na'vi body laying still on the floor. The gash in his shoulder was clearly visible, and they could see that he was unnaturally pale, for a Na'vi. Then their eyes fell on the human spirit standing over himself. He started to glow slightly, as did the body beneath him. The light increased in brightness, and son it was too bright to look at. Both Jake and Neytiri had to shield their eyes from the light.

A minute later, they felt the light dimming, and returned their gaze into the cave. The spirit was gone, only Theron and the young Na'vi was left. Nobody moved, nobody made a sound. They all just stood there, stunned. How long they stood like that, Jake wasn't sure, but suddenly there was movement. Harry was stirring. He was soon sitting up and muttering to himself.

"Well, I'm not doing that again!" he said angrily, rubbing his shoulder where his wound was. Or where he wound had been. Now it was only a small scar, looking months old.

"How …?" Jake said before he could stop himself. Harry turned his attention on Jake and Neytiri still standing in the entrance. He gave them a small smile, his emerald eyes, so unlike the other Na'vi, shining up at them. He looked exhausted and ready to pass out at any moment.

"Magic" he said simply, before his eyes closed and he passed out. Luckily, he was leaning again the wall, so he did not knock his head. But they both hurried forward as he fell unconscious and threatened to fall to his side. They laid hem down again, right next to the Ikran, who seemed to be allowing them to be there for the moment. He sniffed them both, before turning to his master, and curled up around him again, laying one wing over his body, to keep him warm. Jake walked back a few paces and sat down a meter or so away, leaning to the cave wall. Neytiri joined him moments later.

They both just sat there and looked towards the ikran and the boy who had just done the impossible, too shocked to speak for several moments. After what seemed like hours of silence and watching, Jake broke the silence.

"Well, that's not something wee see everyday now. Is it?" he said, looking at his mate. She smiled back at him.

"No, it is not. But he is not normal. He had been chosen by Eywa, and had powers few, if any, have seen before." She said, turning her attention back at Harry. As the light faded outside, they both decided to stay the night and care for the boy. Laying down on the floor, they fell asleep. Jake was filled with wonder and amazement over what he had seen that day. Neytiri felt a connection to the boy they knew only as Harry, but as she felt would become more. She knew that the boy had an even stronger connection to the Goddess that even she had and was intrigued by this. As she fell asleep, she had dreams she could not make sense of. They concerned a young, human boy who faced several dangers during his life and who only wanted a normal life and a family, and never got it.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. Hopefully it will not take as long to finish the next one.

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