An ominous crack registered in his ears accompanied by a thud as he felt to the ground. He grunted in slight pain, sprawled on this surface, everything quiet, no sound for him to register. His mind was quiet, the word was quiet. Harry took it with a blissful sigh of relief. Who knew silence was as good as this? Was that why he was always told to shut up at the Dursleys? Of course, that was when it shattered. His ears registered a loud ringing, urging him to hide under a blanket and never see the light of day again. Thinking that this was a wonderful idea, he turned over to hide himself in the mattress, but was only met with grass. He frowned, patting the texture next to his head, nope still grass. After a few moments, his brain came back online, and his heart raced as he opened his eyes only to immediately close them at the assault on his senses. Where was he that there was so much spiritual energy around?

Last he remembered, he was on the drill, trying to take it down… The drill! He sat up, and opened his eyes a slimmer, before it hurt again. But that slimmer still allowed him to see that he was not on the drill. He didn't look to be anywhere near the Earth Kingdom actually. The colours are otherworldly and don't look like anything made by nature. With another heartfelt curse, he closes his eyes and waits for them to adjust. He's back in the spirit world. Of course, he is.

He sits there for a few minutes, his fists clenched in frustration. Tears were welling up, but he refused to let them fall. He really wanted to punch something right now. He waits for a few seconds, contemplating his existence. Having superpower eyes is awesome, most of the time. Not here, though. When he finally feels like he won't go blind by simply looking at the world, he stands up and cautiously fully opens his eyes. He can still see the spiritual energy, but his eyes have accepted it as part of the background now. Like when you're walking outside on a misty day.

A soft glow catches his attention, and he looks down in surprise at his scale necklace. It's lighting is surroundings with white, white that reminds him of the moon. Of peaceful days at Hogwarts looking at the sky, of magic and spirit. He feels a bit comforted by its presence. Like the spirit of the moon is somehow looking out for him. And the longer he looks at it, the less the amount of spiritual energy in his vision bothers him.

"AANG? KATARA? SOKKA? TOPH?" he screams out, slowly walking around in a circle. It wouldn't do any good to wander too far and miss them. But as he calls them, he somehow knows that they're not here with him. He came here all on his own, somehow. He still calls, though, silently hoping his instincts are wrong. And so, he calls, and calls until his voice goes hoarse and he's catching his breath.

He can't despair yet! He has to find a way back to his friends. They're probably stuck under the drill, because he didn't stop to think for one second, even though he really should've. Who thought blowing off a gigantic pillar on top of very alive humans was a good idea? Him, apparently. He can sense the panic mounting, at being in this place again. His most likely idea is to try and get Aang to come get him, but how exactly he'll do that is something he hasn't figured out yet.

There's nothing much to do but to walk and look around. He's standing in a lush forest, trees vibrant with life and something … other. The leaves are glowing a vibrant green, and if he looks long enough, he's pretty sure he can see the water coursing through those leaves the care and the fun they have playing with the wind and how spirits come here to see and something familiar that he can't quite put his finger on but feels so close and as if that's a part of him as well and—

He gasps, forcing himself to look away from the hypnotizing leaves. Wow, never thought I'd say that after Trelawney. Still he forces himself to move on. The grass itself is glowing a lush green, less radiant than the leaves, but still taken care of. Actually, it feels like somebody's garden, all the love that he can feel pouring out to those plants. As he realizes that he is perhaps embarking on dangerous territory, an otherworldly chuckle sounds from behind him.

It's feminine in nature, but that doesn't mean anything regarding spirits. With slight apprehension, he turns around, breath catching in his throat. The spirit looks like a middle-aged woman, long green hair floating around her like a halo. Her skin is white, patterns decorating it with black dots and swirls. She's wearing a brown dress that only augments her hair, long and simple, yet beautiful. She looks at him with kind eyes and a smile that makes him want to relax, but he doesn't.

"Who are you?" he asks, fingers tightening on his wand. She smiles at him before gesturing at a few plants that grow and form a small chair for him to sit on. "Sit with me, blessed child." Wary, but knowing that he can't really refuse a spirit, he sits down. "Do you know where I am? I need to get back to my friends." She continues to smile, sitting down in mid-air as another more elegant chair forms for her. She continues to stare at him, as if he's the most interesting thing that she's seen. Which he highly doubts. His hand unconsciously comes to fiddle with his necklace, comforted by the safe feelings it emits.

"I did not expect to have anyone in my abode, in fact, I do not think you were invited…" Harry gulps silently, but her smile never drops. "I do not mind your visit, little one, there is no need to worry." She tilts her head to the side, and plants bring forward a plate of ordinary looking biscuits on the table between them. He eyes the biscuits but doesn't dare take one. It feels like there's a rule out there not to take biscuits from suspicious spirits. No matter how kind they look.

She doesn't try to make him eat the biscuits, but she does take one for herself, staring at him intensely as she eats it. "What brings you here, child?" "I don't know, I was in the—" here he hesitated, "the human world with my friends, I don't know how I came to be here." The woman frowned a bit in thought, before sipping a cup of tea that Harry hadn't even realized was there.

"I do not know how you could have ended here." She stated, confident in her statement, "most of the spirit gates have been closed longer than you have lived. Your presence is an anomaly." Isn't that reassuring, he thought wryly. "Do you know how to get me home?" he asked hopefully, but they were immediately dashed when the spirit gently shook her head. She was still looking at him intensely, and sometimes seemed to be looking at the necklace adorning his neck.

"If you did not come here through a spirit gate, the only way for you to have come to our realm is by your own power." She leaned forward, her eyes piercing him, "But you are not the avatar, and even it would have been difficult for him to come here." She suddenly leaned back, as if she had all the answers in the world. Harry for sure didn't. "So … you know how I can go home?" She only smiled, again. Never thought I'd get tired of a smile apart from Lockhart's, but here we are.

"Entering the spirit world is a feat that not many can accomplish. It is logical to conclude that you would be able to do so again, blessed child." The wizard waited for more, but nothing came. He clenched his teeth in frustration at the nonsense sentence, ignoring the smoke that escaped. He took a deep breath, and reminded himself what happened last time he lost his temper around a spirit.

"What do you think I did? Because the last thing I remember is looking up to falling debris, and then I was here. It's not like I wanted to be in the spirit world of all places." He crossed his arms, "No offence." She continued to stare, before abruptly standing up, chairs disappearing in her wake along with the food and the table, leaving Harry to let out a very manly yelp as he fell on his butt.

"Walk with me." Glowering to himself, he follows the spirit, whom he still does not know the name. Almost as if she read his mind, she smiles, "You can call me Hou Tu, young one." She walked into her garden, that seemed almost never-ending. They really were extremely beautiful. Harry felt like the only reason he wasn't going crazy was because he was protected by Hou Tu.

The garden wasn't only populated with plants, but flowers that he didn't even know existed were all around him. Neville would be having a field day right now. Nothing came close to what he was used to seeing in Herbology class, and certainly nothing in this world. Although he could see a few flowers that he saw on his trip amongst them.

"I sense a unique energy coming from you, close to what we spirits will, and yet not bending." She continued to look at her garden, never once looking at him. "I'm from another world, spirit madam, I'm a wizard. A spirit called Lily brought me here." The air feels cold, and the light of the sun thingy is gone. He shivers, looking at the spirit in slight horror. She's still beautiful, but it seems a colder beauty. Her hair has started moving erratically, her dress floating in a nonexistent wind. Vines grow around her feet, extremely sharp spikes adorning them. Harry can feel his consciousness floating away, surrounded by mad and not her how dare she intervenes in mortal affairs where she's not welcomed to be how dare she works with them to further her goals doesn't she know when to stop she should kill her for her insolence does she not know what it is li—

Harry takes in a deep breath, the foreign thoughts leaving him in a rush, he struggles to stay standing, swaying from side to side. Vines that he hadn't even noticed where imprisoning his legs swiftly depart. The sun returns, colour flooding the world once again. Hou Tu does not look at him nor apologizes, and the fire-benders don't believe she feels the need to. His legs are not bleeding, but it's a close thing, wincing at the scratches. She waves a hand, urging him to continue what he was saying.

"I-I wield magic, which is a for-form of … energy different than bending." He stutters slightly, still trying to calm his heart. She only hums in thought, caressing a plant that curls its vines on her pinky as they walk slowly. As she stops and does not address him, he doesn't dare make her mad and instead turns his attention to the flowers near him. Gripping his necklace to comfort him, his eyes land on a blue flower. Its petals are a soft blue, blue like a gentle day with no clouds in the sky. In the middle are yellow strands that are most likely used for its pollination. Around it, are bigger and darker blue petals. The flowers alone seem like a contradiction.

A hand interrupts his musings, gently plucking the flower that he was looking at. Hou Tu simply smiles, tucking the flower behind his ear, next to his glasses. He feels soft vines wrapping around his ears, and he fights not to shudder. The vines are smooth, but it's still not the most pleasant feeling. The spirit's hand shifts down from his ear to cup his cheek. She's looking at him with something akin to pride in her eyes, but it must be his imagination.

"Well, then, why don't you use that energy to get home? Your arrival in the spirit world wasn't exactly … subtle." He can feel pale a little bit, thinking of all the malicious spirit that could come after him. What if, he realizes with dread, Lily heard, and she's coming? She could think I'm not doing my job well enough. Swiftly panicked now, he abruptly stood up, panic clear in his eyes. "But I don't know how to use magic to go back! I can't teleport! The only form of teleportation we have is Floo Powder!" he exclaimed in panic.

"I cannot help you with this, blessed child. You must figure it out for yourself." She says, extremely unhelpfully. Before he can say anything else in his defence, an explosion of colour high in the sky makes him stare in disbelief. Different types of spirit energy explode all around, never once touching the garden, but still close to him. Harry could feel his panic increase, as his vision quickly became overwhelmed. "What are they doing here?!" he shouted, frantically looking around. The damn spirit only smiled.

"You are unique, with a unique energy." She paused before sneering slightly, "and Lily brought you to this world. It is no wonder these spirits wants to kill you." "KILL ME?!" Oh, there goes both his fists in flames. And his wand is sparkling magic, would you look at that? "I CAN'T FIGHT DOZENS OF SPIRITS!" Wow, he's actually as scared as when he was with Voldemort last year. Now that's a record. Not sure if it tops the basilisk … then again, he's not scared his mate's little sister will die… Ah, he jinxed it, didn't he. Dang it. Wow, is this what shock feels like?

… Was he really never in shock when Voldemort was here? He had felt terrified before. That's for sure. Heck, he'd felt terrified almost every day of his life. Every year, there was someone or something coming after him, and he always had to fight. In first year, he killed Quirrelmort on accident, in self-defence. He had meant to confront Snape, not kill his defence teacher! Then in second year, he had only thought of rescuing Ginny. It's not like he would have gone after a basilisk if there was no reason for it!

Sure, the adults probably wouldn't have done anything, and maybe he'd gone, but he would have at least hesitated a lot more! (he's really not proving his point here). The basilisk had been a different kind of fear. Sure, both years he'd been scared for his life, but second year had just been a monster controlled by Voldemort. Tom didn't have his own power, not like when he was with Quirrel. So he'd been scared, but he had magic back then, and Fawkes and the sorting hat. He had things he could rely on.

Third year was slightly different as it didn't even involve the creepy man that decided to be his enemy one day (seriously, what is up with that?) It was just a bunch of confusion and misunderstandings mixed on the night of a full moon with a werewolf. It'd been scary and disappointing, but in an emotional way that he hadn't felt before. He'd been so mad at Sirius, especially when he'd thought that he was the one to cause the death of his parents. It felt so much more personal, even with Voldemort. And though he hadn't gotten to be with Sirius, he knew he had someone now.

Fourth year … fourth year was when it started to go badly. The whole school had shunned him, shunned him because they believed he wanted more fame than he already had. Even Ron, his best friend, hadn't believed in him. He did forgive him, but Harry couldn't lie and say that he fully trusted him. The betrayal had left his mark. And then, because of him, Cedric had died a useless death. Just because he'd been in the way, because Harry had offered him the chance to win as well. He'd been kind, and had caused his death. This is when the war started, even if no one else thought it had. If he'd thought fourth year was bad? This year had been the worst.

He'd just been so angry all the time. With Umbridge, the school, Voldemort's visions… Not even talking about Sirius. It really feels the universe is against him most of the time. He couldn't even save Sirius. Even if he loathes to admit it, he would be dead if Lily hadn't saved him. For her own agenda, but still. If she hadn't pulled him out, he would have died with Sirius, leaving his friends all alone to fight the war. And Aang, Sokka, Toph and Katara would be alone. Maybe they didn't need his help, but he felt better knowing that he was at least helping.

Voldemort was scary, he's the one that caused everything bad in Harry's life. He's powerful, but he's no spirit. Harry can resist his Imperius curse. Here, if the spirits bow their will strongly enough, he wouldn't be able to think anymore. Because … they weren't human. Voldemort didn't seem human most of the time, but that was just it, appearance. He was a very powerful psycho of a wizard, but he was just that. The only one who could have a chance of beating spirits was probably Aang. Not Harry, especially as he was so affected by them.

He wished that knowing Voldemort was weaker than spirits would help him, but it didn't. His friends wouldn't survive without him, and if they could, Harry wouldn't leave them alone. He's going to help his friends here, and his friends from his world, whatever it takes. It's what he has to do. If there's any reason he survived that killing curse, it's that.

So with no other idea of what to do, he looks down at his necklace. It was still pulsating a white comforting light. It shimmered, almost as if it knew he was paying attention to it. He gently enclosed his hand around the scale, a sense of safety filling him. It was calming, like stargazing at night, with a gentle breeze and the moon keeping them safe. It almost felt like being in Tui's presence. He pursued his lips, flinching at another boom resonating outside. Hou Tu looks as calm as ever, not bothered, relaxing him slightly. He closes his eyes, concentrating on his magic, and reached out.

Moon Spirit? Could you help me? I don't know how I came here, but I think you helped me to escape death. So many spirits are after me, would you be able to help again? He thinks, praying that his words can somehow reach Tui. A cooling sensation fills his head, and something akin to a smile rush through his head. A gasp, and he's somewhere else.

He's watching himself, casting Depulso on the big column. He sees the panic on his face, as he pushes his friends out of the way, their horrified face as the ceiling caves on him. He sees himself look up, eyes widen, a white glow comes from his neck, and he disappears with an almighty crack.

He jolts back to the present, staring down at the scale. "You helped me teleport out of there." He whispers in amazement. His mind flashes back to that time when he was escaping Dudley and had ended up on the room. He had actually teleported with his magic.

A big crash breaks him out of his thoughts, flinching as spirits hit the barrier. His host looks as composed as if she's just drinking tea with family members. "How are you not disturbed by this?" he blurted out. She only looked at him, her usual smile now seemed cold on her face. "They are young and weak spirits, they in no way interest me. They chose to attack my abode, they will face the consequences." Harry shivered at her cool tone. He was lucky she didn't consider him her enemy, he thought.

" … will me leaving get rid of them?" he couldn't help but ask. She might seem a bit cruel, but she was a spirit, and they were literally trying to break into her house to kill her guest. So, he couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty about the trouble he'd caused her. She smiled, one that seemed more real and a bit fond. "Possibly, they might be foolish enough to try and confront me, but that will be their mistake." Harry shifted uncomfortably and she walked closer to him. "Go, little one. With my blessing." With a soft touch to his cheek, she walks away slowly, towards the booming noises.

He touches his cheek, feels it tingling slightly. "Okayyyy, well that was that.—he looks down at the scale—I'm ready to go back to them." And so, the wizard closes his eyes, trying to remember what he was feeling before he'd teleported. He'd just wanted to go away, to run, but he didn't get the chance. Without Tui's help, maybe his magic would have put him somewhere he couldn't get out or it wouldn't have had the time to react. So, this time, he concentrated on his magic, on the comforting presence.

I just want to go away, I want to get out of the spirit world and go back to my friends here, to this world that I'm actually starting to like. I don't want to be killed or eaten by power hungry spirits, I want to go home. I want to go back to these new people that know me as just Harry. No strings attached. They like me for me, and I want to go BACK TO THEM!

He feels his magic surging, enveloping his body surging, more than eager to abide his wishes. It goes up, and feels it trying to get him away from the spirit world, but something is blocking it. There's nowhere for it to go, it reaches out, but there's no door, or window or a crack. His magic searches fruitlessly for a way out. Harry gasps, as he feels the spell (for what else is it when it has a purpose?) start to backfire, with no way to go. Until a gentle presence invades his mind and he can feel it gently nudging his magic, creating a way that wasn't there before. Using his magic to create a way. Neither could have done it without the other, but together, together they swept him away with a loud crack, almost like thunder.

"Good luck blessed one."

XxX

Harry comes back to the world with a gasp, his arms spasming in their confinement. He's bound to a chair, the ropes digging into his chest. His hands are aching, and they seemed to be encased in something solid. Just trying to move them hurts and so he quickly gives up. There's another rope hanging from his neck, but he's not sure what that one does. He can thankfully still feel his wand in his pocket, whoever took him doesn't know the importance of a stick. His necklace is still there as well.

"H-Hello?" he cries out, his voice rough from disuse. How long was I out? He tries to dislodge himself, but there's not much he can do. He tries to reach for his magic, but it responds sluggishly. Looks like initiating that teleportation took a lot out of him. He could go by and do regular spells, but wandless? Not sure. He tries to reach for his fire, but somehow, it seems hard, like there's nothing to power it. Are you kidding me? Why are they both out, for that matter, why am I tied up? His first instinct is to think that firebenders would have captured him. But they wouldn't have captured him with simple rope, no? Seems too easy for a fire-benders. He struggles fruitlessly, the ropes bound tight.

"Hello there." His head snaps up to an older man wearing green clothing. He is smirking, holding a lantern in one hand. He looks so smug, and he enters the small room, followed by two attendants who are bowing to him. "You are Harry, yes?" The wizard doesn't answer, just glaring at the man. He doesn't seem bothered, his expression remaining the same as he clucks his tongue. "No need to be so rude. After all we're just beginning our mutual acquaintance." Harry can't help the shiver of fear.

"We were so surprised! Appearing out of nowhere, near the Avatar's house no less! Such things are unheard of in these parts, if you must know." He approaches a bit more, making Harry flinch away. The man's smile gets wider. "Oh, my apologies, you don't know my name. I am called Long Feng. I dearly hope you will enjoy your time with us. Now tell me, who you are and what you are."

XxX: Who can tell I've been playing Zelda lol. This chapter absolutely did not go the way I expected. Harry apparating to the spirit world was always my goal, but the after was just a random idea that thought could be appealing. Of course, Harry doesn't know what apparating is, which is why it will be referred to as teleporting. If he's apparated close to anybody else, he would likely have fallen in debris or be captured, because that wandless AND wordless apparition can't be easy. So Tui helped him along. Does it make sense for Harry to go to the spirit world? I think so. Apparating kind of puts a tear in the space time continuum. Without a spirit's help, he would not have made it. But with Tui making a destination, it makes sense to me. I hope you guys like this chapter, even if it's a bit short. We're soon getting to the moment I've been waiting for, and I can't wait for you guys to see it! Also, someone on FF pointed out to me that Toph shouldn't know about his scar, and they're so right. I forgot she was blind for a second somehow lol. So I added a conversation that talks about in chapter 12, to make it make sense.

Also, my family is now reading this as well so, Salut! J'espère vraiment que vous aimer l'histoire! Je le fais de temps en temps, mais le fait que vous le lisez m'a motiver! Donc merci tellement beaucoup pour le support et tout les mots gentils! Je vous aimes full!

Yes, I'm French Canadian. Anyways, I hope you guys liked it, and I'll see you soon (hopefully) with the next part!