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Happy hump day folks, here's a new chapter.

Speaking of chapters, I'm going to very slightly change chapter 1, because I'm planning to do this fanfic in 3 parts which will be known as books. Calling them books is yet mor homage to the Avatar series of shows, and I think it's fitting.

If you don't know the Avatar series, check out Wikipedia if you're lazy. Why you wouldn't want to watch the show and read this fic confuses me, but whatever floats your boat.

Chapter 02, The Spirit Falls

Raava loved this point in an avatar's life. The very young minds were always so open and malleable, and innocent. Since they were always so focused on sleeping at this age, she was able to take care and shape anything that might hurt the avatar bond.

Raava was impressed with Harry's young mind. she learned very quickly how people of this world were able to be so formidable with energybending. They had very strong mental connections to their cores, but was saddened to see that many didn't work on expanding and strengthening it. Most of these humans used a focus in fact to help tap in to their energy, when a bit of time and meditation would have rid them of this handicap.

Meanwhile in the physical world, Harry ate, slept, dirtied his diaper, and was loved by many people. His parents were quite well known, and it was expected that little Harry Potter would outstrip them both.

Lilly Potter was a Charms prodigy, and was in fact apprenticing with her old charms professor. This was put slightly on hold in order for her to take care of her son, yet she was able to still develop one of the most powerful protective charms, the fidelius or secret keeper charm, something that she cast on her family's little cottage.

James Potter on the other hand chose to aid the war effort in a different way by becoming an auror trainee at the ministry of magic. He was a top student in transfiguration, and often transfigured items and people in battle to either make them more useful or put them out of a fight. He wasn't half bad at defensive magic either, but preferred falling back on transfiguration to do his work.

A Year passed, and little Harry Potter grew. He took after both of his parents by performing many bouts of accidental magic. One such incident occurred when Lilli woke to find him sitting in his crib, gurgling happily and sucking contentedly on an already warm bottle.

On a rather chilly night in September, the Potters were disturbed from their family time on the couch by a frantic knocking at the door.

"I wonder who could be hear this late at night?" questioned Lilli.

"I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances," said James, pulling out his wand.

He went towards the door, opened it, and shoved the tip of his wand at the cloaked individual who attempted to enter the cottage.

"Password!" he snapped.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," said Albous Dumbeldoor. "What is my favorite flavor of Jam?"

"Raspberry," said James. "Sorry Headmaster, but you can't be too careful these days."

"You are right of course my dear boy, you can't. I may be getting old, but I swear I remember telling you to call me Albous," Said the smiling old wizard.

"You did," said James, "But it's out of a great respect for you sir that I call you Headmaster."

Dumbeldoor blushed as he followed James in to their living room.

"Headmaster, what brings you here at this time of night? Are you well? Is there a problem at the school?" questioned Lilli.

"Everything is well at Hogwarts, but there is something that you should be aware of that has recently come to my attention," replied Albous.

"Oh?" said Lilly.

"What I am about to tell you must be kept as secret as it can be. Only one other family know what I am about to tell you, as it may concern them as well. Do I have your promise?"

"You do," said Lilly and James together.

"Very good. There has been ... a prophecy," said Albous gravely. "I know Lilly how much store you put in them, but this one may involve your son. It tells of a boy who would be born at the end of July, who would have the power to vanquish the dark lord for good. I won't tell you the prophecy itself, as the dark lord also knows of it, but also not it's direct wording."

"Who was the seer?" asked James.

"Our new Divination professor. She doesn't admittedly have a good track record for these things, but this was a true foretelling," replied Dumbeldoor.

"Who is the other family?" asked Lilly.

"The Longbottom's. Their son Neville, your godson as you know was born a day before little Harry here," said Albous who's finger was currently being chewed on quite contentedly.

"Thank you for bringing this to our attention Albas," said James. "However, we'll still put our faith in the protection of my wife's fidelius charm."

"I figured you would, but I will say again that Hogwarts is always open to you," said Albous.

Dumbeldoor stayed for another hour, updating his former students on happening at the school. The time came however when he hugged the Potter parents, and kissed Harry on the tip of his nose. He wished the Potters a good evening, and with a very slight crack was gone.

Perhaps they should have taken the headmaster up on his offer of sanctuary at Hogwarts though. Late on Halloween, the Potter's quiet time in their living room was shattered by the front of their cottage exploding.

"Lilly, take Harry and go, I'll hold him off," said James pulling his want out of his wrist holster.

"I can't leave you, maybe we can at least drive him off," said Lilly, also unsheathing her own wand.

"Someone has to get our son out," said James. "You're the only one who can. Please my love, I beg you. Get him out."

"How touching," sneered Voldemort, entering their front room.

With a twirl of a wand, James attacked Voldemort, and Lilly ran. She tried the fire places, but they had been disconnected from the flue network. Cursing silently, she tried the portkey the headmaster had left, but it was blocked too. The dark lord had thought of everything as she could also sense that apparition wouldn't work either. Dumping her son in his crib, she quickly double checked a book that she pulled out from under the crib. Sinking deep in to her mind, she thought only of protecting her son with her own lifeforce.

Ten minutes later, she heard the thump of her husband's body hitting the floor below. As powerful and gifted as he was, he was no match for the dark lord Voldemort. Quickly refocusing on her task, she waited for the dark lord's appearance.

"I thought I'd find you here," said Voldemort's cold voice. "Did you really think you could escape me?"

"I did actually, but it's no matter. You will not have my son!"

"How touching," he said again. "What made you think you had a choice?"

"Life is filled with choices Tom," she said. "Right, and wrong. Good or evil. Defiance, or Surrender. These are all choices Tom, and I choose to defend my son."

"That name no longer means anything to me girl," said the dark lord.

"Really?" she questioned. "If it didn't, then why bring it up?"

"I tire of your games girl. Step aside, and let me kill the boy. You are still young and can have more brats if you wish it."

"No Tom," she said.

"Severus was a fool, he thought ... well, no matter. Avada Kedavra!"

With a quick flash of green light, Lilly fell to the floor, and Harry Potter began to whimper.

Vaatu shimmered in to existence at Voldemort's side. "Is it done then my lord?"

"Almost. There's just this boy to deal with, and both our goals will be complete," said the dark lord.

The dark lord stared at the now crying infant. He always hated the little brats at the orphanage, all the littlest ones did was cry and smell, and this one was no exception. How could this little runt defeat him? The dark lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard the world had ever seen, even more powerful that that fool Dumbeldoor.

Avada Kedavra!" he said for the final time this night.

Everything slowed down for the child in the crib. Harry saw a green light come at him, and then, something took hold of his mind, and he began to glow a brilliant white.

Raava sensed the connection the child had made and was fearful. No avatar ever had entered the avatar state this young, but no avatar this young had ever been in such danger.

Voldemort was struck dumb. The boy's body shimmered and began glowing. A hand lifted from the blankets and pushed gently at the green beam of energy, and his world exploded. The last thing he heard was what sounded like many voices crying "Nooooooooooo!"

Harry's body stopped shimmering and became normal.

Raava however was fighting to hold the connection to the boy. The deflection of that green light had cost her, and him. She had an unexpected bit of help though, the sacrificial magic had come to her aid, and together, they deflected the killing curse. Now however, the avatar connection was in danger. Raava quickly came to a solution, but it was one she didn't like. She shut down, only leaving the tiniest amount of herself connected to the boy. She knew that it would take a similar curse hitting the boy to reestablish their bond. Blocking the killing energy, the way she did had its consequences, she could see that now. As soon as she surrendered, the damage halted, leaving Raava alone and uncertain. She was alone now, and she hoped the boy she still hoped to be connected to would manage on his own.

Harry was soon in the arms of Hagrid who was on his way to Hogwarts to report to Dumbeldoor. He had to deal with an emotional Sirius Black on the way, but he had done so.

Ere's little Arry Eadmaster. E seems ter be fine, accept for is ead sir. E's got a mark there, looks like a lightnin bolt."

"Yes Hagrid. That must be where the curse hit. Was there any sign of the dark lord that you saw?"

The headmaster would have gone himself, but the magic around the cottage was corrupted, and there was no telling what a wizard as powerful as himself could do just by entering. Hagrid wasn't a week half giant wizard by any means, but he was much more magic resistant that the old headmaster.

"No sir, there was nothin. No wand, no robes. Frightnin it was. Do you think E's gone sir?" asked Hagrid.

"I don't' know what to think my friend. I'd like to say yes, but something still feels ... ... strange. I think it would be good if the order stood down, but kept our senses pealed. I'd hate to find out that Tom did survive and we weren't ready for his return."

Hagrid nodded. "That'd be wise sir."

"I'll take the boy now Hagrid, the ministry has made the decision of where the boy will live. He'll be going to live with his Aunt and Uncle in the muggle world," said the headmaster, gently lifting the sleeping boy.

Hagrid began to sob. "Is that the only place sir? I've eard stories from Lilly about er sister. She's bad news from what she says."

"Unfortunately, I have no more say," said the kind old wizard. "However, I'll be installing a good old friend of the Potters to keep an eye on the boy."

"Oo will that be sir?" asked Hagrid taking his massive hands away from his face.

"Remus has offered. He will be living a couple of blocks away, but I've given him James's old invisibility cloak to help him keep out of sight. He almost begged me for the job, so I very gratefully accepted. He's got a little flat, and I'll be keeping it well stocked with everything he'll need, especially, his special potion."

"Tha's great news sir," said a now smiling Hagrid.

"I'll be off then Hagrid, try and have a good night," said Dumbeldoor bundling up the still sleeping boy.

Once he had apparated to Private Drive and finding the Dursley's address, he knocked at the door know oh to well the reception he would get.

The dark lord Voldemort was much worse off though. He was in great pain, but could deal with it slightly after his spirit was pulled back to the world by Vaatu who wasted no time bonding them together. Now, they were of one mind, and quickly fled to Romania, where the dark lord had spent much time preparing for a possible out of body experience. He would bide his time, and work on getting back to a body. The avatar must be destroyed.

A N 2: I love Hagrid, I really do, but ugh, his grammar is atrocious! Lol.