Ron stalked into Gryffindor Tower, saddled with two strangers from a supposed world where they could make rocks smack you in the face. Needless to say, he was a little overwhelmed from the night.

"Nice place you got here." Sokka said in an effort to be nice. It would seem Hermione's words had an impact on him somewhat. Sokka examined the boy in front of him. He had to be at least 80 feet tall, with red hair... Had he ever seen a red headed person before? And what was up with the freckles, so many freckles.

"Thanks…" Ron replied. "Although its not just mine. It's a dorm." Ron rolled his eyes, as the silence of his two guests were obviously a silence of confusion. "This is a SCHOOL. Kids come here to learn magic, and live here during the school year. A dorm is where the we live…sleep."

"But…what about your home, chores. Don't your parents need you to help take care of your village?" Sokka asked. In the water tribe, kids worked as much as they played. There were things to do, food that needed to be caught, bathrooms that needed to be…well you know. "Don't you have to go hunting? Help feed the village, fend off intruders?"

Ron sighed. "Just….no."

Toph chuckled. "Sokka not everyone lives in the sticks, you know. They probably have servants to do that stuff."

"House elves." Ron muttered.

"What now?" Toph queried.

"House elves do the chores here. For proper pay of course." Ron started to climb the staircase when he realized that no one was behind him. "Well come on then, keep up. We need to get you out of the open before someone sees you!"

Quickly the trio reached the outside of Ron's dorm room when Ron stopped dead in his tracks. Neville. Neville had come back to Hogwarts to finish his studies and was currently Ron's roommate. Why hadn't he thought of Neville?

"This your…dorm?" Sokka whispered, confused at the sudden stop.

Ron would just have to let Neville in on what's going on…partially. Neville was a decent bloke, and had proven himself to be a hero and, quite frankly, a bad ass. At this point there was no other choice. He sighed. Ron slowly opened the door and the three walked into the room.

Toph was interested. From what she could feel, there seemed to be five beds, a couple windows, and a door that led off into another room…a bathroom. Then she quirked up…there was a person in one of these beds! Oh God, maybe Sokka was right…for the first time in the history of ever. Maybe this was a trap! "Sokka! There's someone else in here!" She yelled, causing the person in the bed to stir, shooting up from his position.

"Ron? S'that you?" The sleepy voice mumbled.

"I knew it!" Sokka yelled whipping out his newly made second space Earth sword. "It's a trap!" But before he could say anything else, a pudgy boy in a dress stumbled out of a…bed?

"What's happening?" The boy exclaimed! Clearly alarmed.

"Oi! That's just my roommate!" Ron yelled, wand in hand. "He lives here too!" He watched as Sokka lowered his sword slowly. An undiscerning expression on his face.

Toph laughed. "I should have known. When has Sokka ever been right? The thought is just ridiculous…"

Sokka ignored her. "Er…sorry about that." He mumbled, trying to think of something cordial to say. "So what's with the dress?" A quick thought of the Kyoshi warriors and Sokka's own experiences with dresses flashed through his mind.

"Dress? What's going on?" Neville said. He examined the two people with Ron through the dim light of the fireplace. A tallish boy and a short girl…with no shoes on. Suddenly, Neville remembered he was in his dressing gown and quickly tried to maneuver his way to his trunk. Unfortunately, with the darkness and Neville's classic stress induced clumsiness, he just ended tripping himself over it.

Ron rushed over to help Neville up. "Sorry mate, I reckon I'll have to explain this to you fully at some point, but as of right now, we have two guests that you CANNOT tell anyone about until we can let you in on the whole thing tomorrow."

"But…" Neville started, "She's a…she! She cant stay in here, McGonagall will kill us, not to mention people are going to eventually notice there is a girl in here!"

Ron looked Pensive as he helped Neville into an upright position. He was right. They would have to figure something out. But Ron wasn't usually the one who came up with the plans…he wished Hermione was here, she was so smart. Ron's neck grew hot…the thought of Hermione being in his room in the middle of the night stirred up some other feelings as well…

"Don't worry about it!" Toph replied. "If I can lead a secret double life as an Earthbending Champion fighter…I can figure out a way to keep people in the dark about my stay here…" Toph smirked, expecting them to be impressed with her accomplishments. Instead she got silence.

Neville turned to Ron and threw his arms up in the air in an exasperated manner, as if to say 'REALLY? IM TOO TIRED FOR THIS!'

Ron just shrugged in response. "Please Neville, I promise you all of this will make a lot more sense tomorrow." Ron then turned and eyed Toph with confusion before deciding to just keep it moving. "Right, well, you two can have these two beds over here… I've got some extra pajamas around here somewhere…some towels for the loo." Ron mumbled to himself, opening his trunk and rooting around.

Upon locating the items, he threw a pair of pajamas and a towel to Sokka, who caught them with ease. He then proceeded to do the same to Toph. However, the towels and Chudley cannons shirt he threw at her hit her square in the face, causing her to fall backwards into the door.

"Oh Merlin, Im so sorry! I thought you were ready!" Ron apologized profusely, running over to help her.

Toph pulled the clothes off her face, blowing the hair out of her eyes. "I suppose I'll never be ready when people throw things at me…Im blind." Her statement caused Ron to shoot up quickly and step back. "Well, it's not contagious." She stated, rolling her eyes as she lifted herself up off the floor.

If it weren't so dark, the new comers would have got a glimpse of the famous Weasley blush. Was she joking? She was walking around just fine. She didn't seem to need any help getting anywhere… "Are you serious?" Ron questioned.

"Ah, right…you don't know, do you?" Toph said. "Im an earthbender, I see with my feet, that's one of the reasons why I dont wear shoes, I like to be connected to the Earth…I can feel the vibrations around me and that helps me to see. Like I know where your standing, that there is a bathroom on the other side of the room, that your friend was in here and wearing a dress… the whole shabang. But don't worry about me, I can see just fine for the most part."

Neville quirked his eyebrow and sighed in exasperation. "You hear that Ron? She can see with her feet! No problem! Goodnight!" And with that Neville crawled back into bed and threw on a silencing charm. He had been through way stranger things than this associating with the golden trio, he supposed.

Toph laughed as the boy went back in his bed. "Sorry about that." She said to Neville with a raised voice.

"Oh, he cant hear you." Ron said in an after thought, still in shock. See with your feet? What? WHAT?

"How could he not, he's like three feet away from me." Toph replied.

"Silencing charm." Ron said, coming back to his senses. "We have a charm that can shut out noises…good for when you want to get some sleep in a dorm room with four other blokes I suppose…"

Toph was quiet for a moment before responding. "Can we do one on Sokka's mouth?"

"Dammit Toph!" Sokka replied, to which she snickered. "Sorry about waking up your roommate and all. I guess the war has made me a little paranoid. You'd be surprised how many people have tried to kill us…" Sokka looked thoughtful, sad.

"Yea, tell me about it." Ron replied quickly, more to himself than to Sokka.

Sokka grew angry at his response. Did he think that was a joke? Who would joke about death? "Excuse me?" Sokka replied.

Ron stood up and looked at the stranger, was he mad? "I said, yea, tell me about it."

"You think that's funny? My friends and I…we've been through a lot of crap. Our world was at war for a hundred years!…lost a lot of people. I lost my mother. Aang lost his entire people! It's not a joke!" Sokka's blood was boiling at the thought of his mother being carried out of the village, being buried.

"I don't think it's a joke!" Ron said defensively. "I'm just saying I know how you feel!"

"How? How can you possibly know how this feels?" You live in a dorm, go to school, and float chairs all day!" Sokka shot back.

Ron was livid. "Dammit! I FOUGHT in a war! Lost my BROTHER in a war, lost HALF MY FRIENDS in a war. Camped out for a year and listened to the love of my life get TORTURED because of a war! I KNOW HOW THIS FEELS!" Ron then rolled up the sleeves and revealed the scars on his arms he received at the Ministry of Magic. "EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY BRAINS?" Ron knew it wasn't a pissing contest and knew that last sentence would probably be lost on them. He just needed them to see the some proof. If anyone knew how Sokka felt…it was Ron.

"Im sorry…" Sokka said quietly. What had this guy been through? He had been skeptical that he wasn't in his world anymore…couldn't really believe it. But maybe…just maybe…

"It's ok. You didn't know. And Besides, Im just the sidekick anyway. Harry's the one whose really been through it all and back." Ron replied quietly. Just the sidekick.

"…What happened?" Toph said in a whisper, it was so unlike her to be so…timid.

Ron was quiet for a moment. Grief is powerful thing. It can make you open up to pain or completely shut down because of it. Ron wondered what path he was going to choose. He collapsed on his truck and put his face in his hands. And so the story began again.

"I'd say about thirty years or so ago, a wizard started coming to power. Evil guy, murderously evil… started to gather a following of like-minded people. See, they believed that magic made you…better than most people…especially people who couldn't do magic…"

"Muggles." Sokka mumbled, sitting on the floor next to the door.

"Right… well as it turns out, this wizard had a really messed up childhood, his mother died, his muggle father didn't want her and didn't want him, he ditched them I guess. It kind of gave him a really screwed up outlook on life and muggles. Made him hate muggles…and witches or wizards born to muggles. Long story short, it became his goal to take over the wizarding world and eradicate the muggles and muggle borns."

"Muggle-borns?" Toph queried.

"Witches and wizards born to muggle families, no magical blood...Hermione's a muggle-born." Ron replied. "Anyway, he believed the only people who should be allowed to walk the earth, were pure bloods-people from all magical families, no muggle blood- which was bloody ridiculous seeing as he was half- blood to begin with… half muggle, half-wizard. But anyway, he set up this organization, 'the Deatheaters,' and set about the work of trying to take over the wizarding world so that he could start purging our world of muggles, muggle borns, and probably eventually the half-bloods as well."

"So he hated anyone that wasn't a witch or wizard?" Sokka clarified.

"I guess you could say that…he hated them, hated anyone who sympathized with them…and killed them." Ron continued. "So about 17 years ago, he went after this wizarding family…The Potters. He had heard in some prophecy that a boy would be born who could stop him…he decided that boy was Harry."

"The kid with the glasses? No way!" Toph said, somewhat inappropriately.

Ron smirked. "Yea, Harry. See, he went to their house one night, killed Harry's parents, and then tried to kill Harry." Ron was pensive for a moment. "Harry was just a baby. The wizard shot him with a killing curse."

"Magic can…kill people?" Sokka interjected.

"There's good magic and then there is dark magic…The wizard was a big fan of the dark magic, killing maiming, torturing…" Ron stopped for a moment. A lump rising in his throat as the desperate screams of Hermione filled his ears. He continued…he needed to, "Hell, just…just ask Neville here, the Deatheaters tortured his parents into insanity."

Sokka and Toph were silent. In shock. This world, these people, the horror. The sheer horror.

"So anyway, the wizard shot Harry with a killing curse. But he didn't die. No one had ever survived a killing curse before, and what's more, the curse rebounded and hit the wizard. Causing him to lose his body and his powers…but not his life. The wizard disappeared for 11 years and Harry was sent to live with these awful muggles, the Dursley's. Treated him like crap." Ron continued.

"Wow, kind of like the evil wizard and his father I guess." Toph replied, thinking about how her own family had basically shut her off from the world for 12 years.

"Yea, Harry ended up finding out he was a wizard at 11, had no idea that magic existed until 7 years ago. So he ended up at Hogwarts. He had an upbringing a lot like the evil wizard but Harry had something in him to help him see the good in the world, to see the light instead of the dark." Ron fell quiet again in introspection.

"So what happened to the wizard?" Sokka asked quietly.

"Well, he was gone for the first 11 years of Harry's life, but when Harry got to Hogwarts, the Wizard resurfaced." Ron continued. "Kept trying to kill him in one form or another. Eventually, when Harry was 14, the wizard got his full form back, body and all, and re-gathered his followers. Took over the magical government and then the war began."

"So where do you come in all this?" Sokka queried.

"Well, I met Harry when I was 11, he's my best mate…er, best friend. Everything that has happened to him in the last seven years, me and Hermione have been there. We helped him fight off Deatheaters, Trolls, Werewolves…we were with him in hiding from the evil wizard and we were with him at the final battle. We're his friends…" Ron awnsered.

Sokka was thoughtful, him and Ron had a lot more in common than he thought. Then another thought hit him...trolls? Werewolves? This world was...crazy.

"Anyway, eventually Harry and the Wizard faced off again…in the Battle of Hogwarts. The carnage was…unbearable. Deatheaters, Hogwarts fighters, Order of the Phoenix…"

"Order of the Phoenix?" Toph queried.

"Oh, it's like the anti-Death Eaters. The good guys. Fighting for what's right. Harry's parents were in it, my parents are in it, and now Harry, Hermione and I are in it." Ron replied.

Sokka looked down at his sword and immediately thought of Master Tian-dou and the Order of the White Lotus. Fighting for truth, philosophy, beauty.

"Right." Ron continued. "So in the end, Harry ended up defeating Voldemort in this one on one battle. And our world has been rebuilding ever since." Ron finished.

"Voldemort? The evil wizard's name was Voldemort?" Toph questioned again.

"Yea…well really his name was Tom Riddle. But I guess he thought Voldemort was scarier or something. Ron awnsered, looking down towards the floor.

"So...how come Harry didn't die when he got hit by that...curse?" Toph asked.

"Oh...Love. Harry's mother had died to save him. It's old magic, Love kept him alive. Probably kept him alive in all the years that followed as well." Ron replied

Sokka could relate. This could possibly be the one person he has ever met outside team Avatar that he could relate to. Their best friends were destined to save their worlds, and because they were their friends, they were honor bound to help them in their journey. Every good hero needs people to help them pick up the slack. To support them in bad times, and celebrate with them in the good times. To be there for them when all is bleakest, and illuminate the way through the impossible, to love them.

"We're not just sidekicks, Ron." Sokka said, using Ron's name for the first time. "We're friends."

Ron looked up at Sokka, looked at the warm smile on his face. One day…he hoped he could fully believe that.

Author's note. Hey guys. Im the fastest updater in the world. Sorry about the grammar and any spelling mistakes, I am without a beta right now. So! We have the Legend of Harry Potter. What'd you think? Anything pertinent I left out? Would be helpful if you reviewed, but dont feel obligated to do so. I have just gotten back the revisions to my thesis from my mentor today, so I might be out for a day or two. But who knows...Im bored alot. Poor Ron, you can save the world but the insecurity never goes away does it? Any snoozles hope you enjoyed. Special shoutouts to ShadowsBloodPain for being my first review EVER! And Darkmousey-15 for being my first favorite. I hope this was to your liking. Next up, we take a look at Zuko's first night with Draco, see if anything interesting pops up out of that. See ya!