Long ago, the wizarding world lived in harmony across every continent of the world as magic flowed freely throughout the world.
But that all changed when the Dark Lord Ozai seeking to become the most powerful magic user to ever live, created a magical ritual that bound magic all around the world thousands of years ago.
However, because Magic was free, it was not able to be contained completely and Ozai's ritual left the magical world vastly different than he expected.
Where in the past everyone could cast every type of magic, now you could only cast specific types of magic.
Large amounts of kinetic, time, and space magic were lost to time and most magic started to get filtered into one of four elements: Water, Earth, Fire, and Air. The affinity with a witch or wizard's element is said to be able to grow so strong, they can cast elemental magic without a wand.
However as the average witch and wizard is born with the ability to cast magic of that one kind of magic and that kind alone, except for a single special being known as the Avatar. A witch or wizard who is reincarnated time and time again to protect the wizarding world and was able to provide the world with the knowledge of the old.
Only the Avatar is capable of using all branches of magic, even those lost to time. That was until the last Avatar: Albus Dumbledore opened up his very own magical school: Hogwarts along with 4 of the most powerful elemental wizards and witches in the world.
There are 4 houses at Hogwarts, each one based on one of the four elements: Gryffindor was fire, Slytherin was water, Hufflepuff was Earth, and Ravenclaw was Wind. Students of those 4 elemental abilities are sorted into their respective houses based on ability from all over the world where they attend the sole magical school of the ancient arts where they learn things like potions, transfiguration, charms, and more…
Albus Dumbledore is known as the greatest Avatar of all time due to his defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort, who had begun stealing the magic of others in a jealous rage as he believed that he should be the Avatar, at the cost of his own life in the fall of 1979. The Dark Lord Voldemort swore to return and get what he wanted as he died, but nobody has seen or heard of him in 14 long years. The world is at peace for the time being.
Now, the next Avatar was born at the close of July in 1980 as foretold in a prophecy, we just don't know who yet:
Harry Potter yawned as the boring overly repeated opening class speech that Professor Binns always told in class for the last 13-ish years. Hermione sent a sharp blast of heated air into his ribs when their ghostly professor turned around. Harry didn't turn to look at her as he gave her the finger or at least the finger to her and everyone else in that direction.
However, he had received the message and did not yawn for the rest of the lengthy history class, instead choosing to pretend to take notes by doodling all over the parchment that he had designated for the overly boring class.
Harry like most of the students around his age knew that the Avatar was important, but he also didn't really care all that much. If the Avatar was so mighty and powerful, where was he or she?
Thankfully the bell rang, and Harry was quick to shove the doodled parchment into his bag and join his friends as they filed out of the class taught by the miserable ghost.
"You need to learn to pay more attention in class Harry" tsk'd Hermione, her strong brown eyes piercing his emerald green ones
"Oh come off it Hermione," said Rom, sticking up for his best mate, "That's the same bloody speech that he's given us every year that we've been here"
Hermione glared at him, "Language Ronald"
Ron rolled his eyes and blew her a playful kiss that resulted in her flicking her wand and spanking him with a whip of fire.
Rom rubbed his behind in pain as the bushy-haired girl pushed past both of them and left with a huff.
"I tell ya mate, she needs a good and proper snogging to get rid of that attitude" muttered Ron to Harry
"And pray tell, who for merlin's sake is going to give it to her?" asked Harry with a raised eyebrow, "Certainly not me and from the way she talks about you, the giant squid-crab in the lake has a better chance than you"
Ron turned bright red in the face, steam flowing from his ears as he turned away from Harry in either anger or embarrassment.
They made their way outside when Harry felt something shift along the ground around his feet and he sent a sizeable blast of flames out, evaporating the thin ring of water that had been starting to wrap around his feet.
"Draco, Draco, Draco" tsk'd Harry, a confident smile on his face as the blond haired Water Bender approached him and Ron.
"Potter, Potter, Potter" retorted Draco. "Still hanging out with the slumming red stepchild of Hogwarts, I see"
"I would rather hang out with him than racist little shite like you" spat Harry, his temper roaring to life like a burning inferno as he felt the need to defend his friend.
"Watch your mouth" warned Draco
"Or what?" challenged Harry, "You going to run off and tell daddy about the other school children being mean to you"
Draco grit his teeth at those mocking words and water exploded from the fountain in the courtyard, racing towards Harry's turned back.
But that wasn't even a concern for the raven haired boy as he whirled around, taking in a deep breath of air before unlocking a powerful blast of fire from his mouth, his wand gripped firmly in his right hand as he overpowered the wave of water, sending a thick steam into the air.
By the time it dispersed, Draco was gone to the surprise of nobody. Ron glanced at Harry who gave a small nod, they would get the blond ferret-eel later.
Professor McGonagall was the sole living student of the late great Albus Dumbledore and thus she was both the headmistress of the school and the teacher of the most important class, wandless bending of their elements.
As a former student of the Avatar, she had been able to study all four of the different elements being used by arguably the most powerful wizard of all time.
Professor McGonagall was a slender and tall pale woman. She had a glare that was most severe looking and could freeze lava in place (Ron swore his brothers said it happened once). As Harry and Ron arrived at her classroom, she like always had her dark hair tied up in a bun as her robes were as perfect as always.
The bell rang and McGonagall gave the class a trio of heartbeats before she flicked her wand and the door to her large room slammed shut.
"Good morning class" said McGonagall as her eyes washed over the combined Hufflepuff and Gryffindor class, the ideal combination in her opinion.
She paused as the class greeted her with a chorus of 'Good Morning!' back to her and she allowed the slightest hint of a smile to tug at the end of her lips.
"Today is the first day of your third year here at Hogwarts" started McGonagall as she jabbed her wand at the board and the words she said appeared on the board.
"What that means is that it is time for things such as wands to no longer being used for your elemental ability" continued McGonagall as she put her wand away and opened her right hand as a ball of flames appeared inside of her palm.
"There are powerful benders all over the world who have never even held a wand. A wand is mainly for the use of the lost spells" explained McGonagall as she fueled the flames and allowed it to expand out of her palm and float to the top of the room where it formed a spinning ring, high above all of the students.
"You see, each of the elements come from a different source than one might think" continued McGonagall, "Take fire for example, where do you think that the fuel for firebending comes from?"
Nobody's hand moved to the air to answer the question, except for Hermione's hand of course.
"Go ahead Ms. Granger" said McGonagall
"Anger" answered Hermione from the desk in front of Harry and Ron
"No, not exactly" said McGonagall with a shake of her head, "Any other guesses?"
A bald young teenage boy, maybe even younger stood wrapped in the weirdest yellow and orange robes that Harry had ever seen; "Maybe your firebending comes from rage and you just don't have enough anger to fuel it the way you used to"
A older teenaged boy with a burn mark over his left side of his face, over his eye. He was dressed in some kind of ancient red robes as well "Uncle always said Firebending came from the belly, from the food of life, not anger"
The bald kid made a face, "The Air monks always said that the food of life was passion"
"I guess catching –"
The scene faded and Harry found himself raising his hand to answer the question much to the surprise of Ron and Hermione.
"Mr. Potter, a pleasure surprise" noted McGonagall, "Well go on, what do you think is the source of firebending"
Harry swallowed hard, unsure of whether or not that daydreaming would actually provide him the answer to the question.
"Passion?" said Harry, half asking and half answering
"Ah, someone has read some of the more ancient scrolls on firebending over the summer" beamed McGonagall, "Take 20 points for Gryffindor"
Harry smirked as Ron elbowed while shooting him a look of 'what the hell was that?' and Hermione looked at him with an impressed look on her face.
"As Mr. Potter stated, Firebending does not come from anger, rage, or anything like that. Fire is essential to life, it dances with passion as it travels throughout the world. The sun is the ultimate source of fire, giving warmth and life to the entire planet" stated McGonagall as the ring of spinning ring condensed into a tight bulging ball before exploding into a rainfall of twinkling harmless sparks.
"You can hurt with fire, but fire always can be used to protect. People use fire to clear out rotting forests. People use fire to provide warmth, people use fire to cook food. Fire is more than burning" finished McGonagall.
Harry was so absorbed in the vision that he had witnessed, that he mentally spaced out on the rest of the lesson as he tried to think of what it could mean. He never had any visions like that in the past, at least none that he could think of.
"Remember, you have 20-inch essay on the strengths and weaknesses on one of the opposing bending options due by the end of next week, no ifs, ands, or buts" said McGonagall as the class filed out of her classroom.
They weren't even 15 feet from the room when Ron bumped him with his shoulder and asked "What was that about mate? You never answer questions in class before"
Hermione nodded in agreement, "It was rather strange Harry"
Harry rolled his eyes, "I knew the answer and gave it, not the end of the world"
"Nah, I reckon that it is, you've gone book nerd on me like Hermione" joked Ron
Harry internally shook his head as his red-haired friend received another painful smack from a fire, this time hitting him right across the shoulder blades before she walked off in a huff.
"You have got to have the absolute worst instincts when it comes to women ever" noted Harry as he looked at the watery eyed Ron glared at him.
"Why didn't you stop her" whined Ron as he rubbed as much of the top of his back as he could.
"And get the same treatment from her as you?" asked Harry with a bewildered look on his face, "Are you on secretly on the sauce? You literally do this to yourself at least once per week mate. Maybe don't piss her off so much that she hurts you"
Ron pouted "Where would be the fun in that?"
"I think in this instance, the fun would be not getting attacked" said Harry as Ron climbed back to his feet, assisted by Harry pulling up him.
"Chicks dig a dangerous man" boasted Ron, his check sticking out with over confidence
"I think Hermione is going to dig your grave first and bury you alive" countered Harry, causing Ron to scoff
"She digs the Ron-man" said Ron
"If by 'she', you mean Hermione, then no 'she' doesn't" said Harry, "As for you aka the 'Ron-man', you are half of that. You might be Ron, but you're not exactly a man"
Ron huffed, "Man with friends like you, who needs enemies"
Harry rolled his eyes as Ron led them outside
"Where are we going?" asked Harry
"Down to the lake to enjoy the weather while we can" answered Ron, all fake anger and annoyance at one another gone in the blink of an eye.
They walked by other students, mostly the older ones who had less classes, as they made their way down to the lakeshore. It seems that they had not been the only ones to think of this exact plan for the first day of school.
"You know for a firebender, you sure do like water" noted Harry as they finally found a stop and plopped down onto the ground, the limited sun doing it's best to give them warmth in September.
"Maybe it is a sign that I'm the Avatar" joked Ron
"Then wouldn't you be a little more capable at elemental magic rather than all the old magic that we learn?" questioned Harry
Ron frowned before smirking, "That's why I'm so good at all the old magic, it was around when I was born the first time and thus I am naturally in tune with it"
They both laughed, because they much like every other 13 year old boy in the world, wanted to be the Avatar more than anything else in the world.
The most powerful being in the world, master of all 4 elements and every branch of magic. It was surreal to think about and yet, according to the legend, someone in their year was the Avatar. Although there was no reason that the Avatar had to be inside of Hogwarts as not every Avatar was known to be from the UK, it was random.
"Can you lot imagine that? The Avatar born to parents so poor, they can't afford to stop having children" crackled Draco's voice from behind them.
By the time either of them managed to turn around, Draco already had his wand out and Harry could feel the humming of magic leaving the wand. Draco plus wand plus magic plus lake equaled massive wave.
Harry turned around and his mouth opened as he gripped his wand and used the Dragon's Breath technique that Remus had taught him over the summer. His flames crashed into the wave and there was a brief struggled before his flames wilted and the water continued onwards to crash into him and Ron.
But apparently this time was different from all the other times that Draco had decided to mess with them as the water washed over them, it didn't die down. No, instead it started wrapping itself around their bodies and made the mistake of gasping as the ball of water closed around him.
A quick glance to his side showed that Ron was suffering a similar fate as him and Harry could feel that the gasp had cost him valuable moments of air in his lungs. Water filled his mouth and slowly trickled down his throat and into his lungs.
Harry started to struggle against the crushing force of the water as he tried to channel any level of flame to burn through the water. Thrashing about, Harry's vision was slowly starting to fade to black, his eyes starting to grow heavier. Right as they closed, he saw Ron's red face and closed eyes.
Harry Potter, I've been waiting for you
The world around him was completely black, so Harry could not see who was talking to him, but whoever they were, they seemed to know who he was.
"Who are you?" asked Harry
The dark world slowly started to bright up and Harry found himself sitting in a bright yellow cloud filled landscape. His eyes actually hurt behind his glasses as the brightness overwhelmed. He looked around for a source of the voice and found an elderly man standing there before him.
The man before him was tall and thin. His pale white skin was nearly matched by his silver hair and beard, his beard being so long that he could be tucked into his belt. He had a very long and crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken at least twice. Resting upon that crooked nose was half-moon spectacles that matched his colorful array of robes that were midnight blue and covered in a splatter of stars. His eyes behind the spectacles were a brilliant, soul-piercing eyes that were shade of blue, and usually twinkled with kindness and mischief. He held the most bizarre wand that Harry have ever seen as it had numerous notches and was made some kind of wood that Harry had never seen any other wand made out of.
"I had thought that I would be remembered fondly after my death, but it seems not" replied the elderly man
Harry frowned "Does this mean that I'm dead?"
"I would surely hope not, you seem much too young to be the guide to the next Avatar and I do not wish to double up with my responsibilities in the afterlife" replied the elderly man
"The Avatar?" asked Harry before his eyes widen in surprise
"Ah the light bulb has gone off in your head it seems" chuckled the elderly man
"You're Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Avatar and Wizard to ever exist" gasped Harry
"You speak of me so highly that you make this old man blush" joked Albus, "Or at least I would if we were not the dame person at our core"
"What do you mean?" asked Harry
"You are as I am to Cewa Ert as Cewa was to Hyere" replied Albus, "Although I doubt any of us were this slow at gerting the message"
"I am so lost" admitted Harry
"I see that my dear child" said Albus with a soft shake of his head, "Harry Potter, you are like me who came before you, You are the new Avatar and must bring balance to the world"
A/N: I know this seems like a random crossover but one of my older favorite discontinued stories was a crossover like this. I doubt this one will be anywhere close to as good, but I hope to make a good story.
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