Harry opened his eyes, enjoying that time in the morning when the sun gently kisses you awake through the window and OH MY GOD THERE'S A MYSTERIOUS BOY WITH FREAK MUTANT POWERS SLEEPING IN THE COMMON ROOM! Harry shot up in his bed, recalling the events of last night. Quickly, he jumped out of bed and opened the door. Looking down over the balcony of the second floor. He saw Aang, sitting straight up on the couch, mouth agape.
"So it really did happen?" Harry yelled down to Aang.
Aang looked up, eyes wide with surprise. "I think it did!" he replied.
Soon Hermione's door swung open on the other side of the second floor. "HARRY!" She yelled.
"I KNOW!" Harry yelled back.
"Why is everyone yelling?" Katara grumbled, as she stirred awake. Slowly looking around to see what all the racket was about. Where was she? …Oh! "OH!" She gasped out in surprise.
Quickly, Harry and Hermione stumbled down the stairs. Standing in front of their "houseguests." Harry composed himself, of course this was real. He had to get himself together. He spun around looking at the grandfather clock situated next to the fireplace. 7:00 AM.
"Excuse me a second." He said to Aang, as he walked over to the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder.
"Harry?" Hermione exclaimed weakly.
Harry ignored her, throwing the floo powder into the fireplace, he quickly shoved his head in. "Ron? RON? ROOOONNNNNNNN!"
Ron shot up in his bed. As a voice came booming out of his fireplace. The Seventh year dorms contained not only a private loo, but a fireplace as well, kind of a senior perk. As he looked out of his curtains and saw Sokka's face, contorted in horror, looking into his fireplace. Harry's head was floating there, looking desperate.
"RON!" Harry's head exclaimed.
"What is it, mate?" Ron asked, trying to ignore the flabbergasted look on Sokka's face.
"What's going on?" The sleepy voice of Toph mumbled. Neville popped his head out of his curtains, the silencing charm apparently wearing off. He wanted to see what was going on but also wanted to shield himself from the…girl, sleeping in his room. He had been told that she was, ALLEGEDLY, blind but Neville wasn't sure if he believed it.
"Ron! I need you to come to the head suite, NOW! You know the password." Harry's head replied, quickly disappearing soon afterward. Of course, he knew the password. When Harry and Hermione first learned that they would be head boy and girl, and thus, would get their own suite, Harry immediately promised Ron that he was welcome anytime, day or night, no knocking or advanced notice required. Still, it felt weird for Ron not to be sharing a room with Harry anymore, not sharing a dorm with Hermione. Soon, he became a bit jealous of the whole thing. He had helped saved the world too! The thought of Harry sharing what could basically be construed as an apartment with Hermione, HIS Hermione, also made Ron feel uncomfortable. They shared a bathroom for Merlin's sake! What if Harry walked in on her in the shower or something. The thought made Ron's blood boil. And who did Harry think he was anyway? Just barking orders at him like that…Ron was broken out of his bitterness by a person yelling.
"There was a head! IN FIRE! Just floating around! Talking to us!" Sokka was beyond confused, beyond horrified. He tried to get out of bed but got caught up in the curtains, falling towards the ground. Toph immediately laughed.
"Calm down Sokka." Toph said through laughter, watching Sokka pull himself up off the ground. "Im sure it wasn't what it looked like!"
Ron turned towards her, trying not look directly at her. She might have been a bit tom-boyish from what little Ron had seen of her, but that didn't change the fact that she was a girl…sleeping in his shirt. Ron blushed profusely at the thought. "Er, no he's got it right. Harry was on the floo network…kind of like a fellytone." When Sokka just continued to look horrified, and Toph just raised her eyebrows, he continued. "It's just…magic. Another way we can communicate with each other. Floo network, owls…"
Now the Owl thing Sokka could wrap his head around, conjuring up fond memories of Hawkey, his messenger falcon. But flaming talking heads? Sokka flopped down on his bed and dragged his hands down his face in exasperation. "Oh dear SPIRITS, what IS this place?" He said slowly.
Ron smirked, amused by Sokka's confusion. He reminded him of Harry, before he became the savior of the Universe. Ron shook his head, in an attempt to shake off the bitterness. Harry was his best mate, why did he feel all this…jealousy towards him all of a sudden? There was no question that Ron would die for him, do anything for him. He needed to get himself together. "All right well, let's head over to Harry's then." He said lightly.
Neville threw his curtains open. "Im coming too!" He exclaimed, curiosity and down right audacity spurring him on. "If Im going to have to share my room with a girl…" He looked over to Toph somewhat apologetically, "I deserve to know what's going on."
Toph laughed. This guy was adorable! She blushed at the thought. "Fine, but can me and Sokka get dressed first? Don't really want to walk down a drafty castle in a shirt."
Sokka, Neville, and Ron immediately looked down at the floor. "Yes…" They all mumbled quietly.
After Toph, Sokka, Ron and Neville all got dressed, they made their way down to the Head's suite. It wasn't far and no one would be awake at 7 am on a Saturday…Ron walked in silence, making ambiguous noises whenever one of the others said something to him. At the moment he was thinking, pondering what was in store for him today.
Zuko opened his eyes and groggily looked around. Beds, too many beds. Oh right. He thought as he realized where he was. Slowly, he sat up, once again leaning against the headboard, and crossed his arm. He looked over at the window, trying to get a look at the sun to gauge what time it was, when he quickly remembered the fish and the…fish woman. He snapped his head away from the window, trying to settle his eye line in a less dangerous place when he noticed…a head in the fireplace. Zuko raised his eyebrows…apparently there was no safe place to look in this room. He stifled his scream this time. Resolving to keep his composure from now on.
"Oi! Malfoy!" The head yelled, Draco's curtains flew open. Apparently, he hadn't been asleep either.
"What do you want Potter?" Draco said, looking over at his clock…7:05am? "The sun is barely bloody warm yet." Draco started to close his curtains. He thought he had locked his floo network…bloody house elves.
"Malfoy! Meet us at the head suite! Now! We need to plan our…plan." Harry's head finished lamely.
"Maybe later Potter…" Draco said through his curtains. He was in no mood to see Potter this early in the morning. The combination of incessant nightmares, combined with a strange bloke sleeping feet away from him had kept him up half the night into the morning.
"Dammit Malfoy! If you don't get up here, the deal is off! You can find somebody else to sit with. Although we both know THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!" Harry's head said, raising his voice at the end for emphasis.
Draco's eye's flew open at this. Quickly, becoming slits. "Fine!" He hissed. When he first laid this plan into motion, he never thought Potter would figure out a way to extort him as much as Draco was trying to extort Potter. He sighed, slowly smiling. There were other ways to get Potter to do what he needed. He would keep his options open though, play along for now…
When Draco stepped out of his bed, he was alarmed to see Zuko, standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, already dressed.
"Right." Draco said shortly. "Just give me a minute. I like to SHOWER you know."
"Oh that's fine, waste EVERYONE'S time." Zuko shot back, quickly sniffing himself as Draco walked out of the room. He wasn't ripe, not yet… Zuko stood around, not quite sure what to do with himself. He walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. He wondered what he would be doing today in…THIS world. He was in a school, no? Maybe he would be going to classes? Zuko scoffed. Why was he thinking about this? He SHOULD be thinking about how in the world he got here. How he would get back. The last thing Zuko could remember before he got to this place was walking through the Lion turtle forest, calling for Aang, and sneaking looks at Katara's backside- sure he was a man in a happy, COMMITTED relationship, but he was still a man none the less- when all of a sudden a light appeared. Zuko had no idea what the light was, where it came from, or how it had the power to transport them to…another world… if that was, really and truly, what this place was…and let's face it, fishwomen? Floating, talking, fire heads? This definitely wasn't the world he was used to. Still the question remained, how did this happen? Zuko was so lost in thought that he lost track of time, of where he was. Soon the door swung open, knocking Zuko out of his own head, and a freshly dressed Draco walked out. Had he brung clothes in there with him?
Draco pushed his white blond hair out of his steel grey eyes and arched an eyebrow at the staring Zuko. "Like what you see?" He asked, smirking.
Zuko frowned at him before getting out of his seat. "I see your done making yourself pretty, so let's just get this over with." Zuko shot back, turning and walking towards the door before Draco could respond. Zuko didn't feel like wasting anymore time. So, it would seem that the vulnerable, feelings-sharing night of reflection they shared was over for the both of them. Now, it was about business.
They walked through the corridors in silence, keeping a look out for any signs of life within the castle. Draco and Zuko briefly had to duck into a corner upon witnessing a ghost lazily floating down a hallway. Zuko looked at Draco in confusion, but not necessarily shock. Spirits existed in Zuko's world as well, after all. "Bloody Baron." Draco whispered, slowly walking out of the corner when he felt it was safe. Eventually, they came up on the painting that covered the head's suite. Draco knew it when he saw it, having been in the Suite before when Montague was head boy. The painting was that of a wolf, resting on a cliff-side overlooking a forest of some kind. That was when Draco realized it. He had no idea how to get into the room. He was sure there was a password, but Potter-the genius, had neglected to give it to him. Suddenly, he heard footsteps... Bullocks! He thought. He was caught! How would he ever be able to explain what he was doing, outside HARRY POTTER'S room, with a scarred, menacing looking stranger. Draco was lost in his panic when he felt someone grab him, yank him backwards. He whirled around to see Zuko pulling him behind a suit of armor, putting his finger over his mouth to communicate 'shut up.' They peered out from behind the suit of armor, looking to see who the intruders were when they saw a red headed boy towering above a group of others.
"Doxy Venom." He said to the painting, which swung open.
"Hey!" Zuko yelled, recognizing the stranger, Ron?
Ron was taken by surprise. He whirled around, tripping over his own long legs in an effort to see who had caught him. As he fell to the ground, he caught a quick glimpse of a scarred face.
"Um..Sorry about that." Zuko said, still not that good at apologizing. He reached out a hand to help Ron up.
Sokka laughed. "We all sure do fall down a lot." He exclaimed shortly.
"S'ok." Ron replied, glaring at Sokka. "Let's just get inside."
Quickly, they all made their way into the Head's suite, Ron looked around. Katara sat up on the couch, elbows on her knees, face n her hands. Aang sat on the opposite couch, head resting on the back of it. Harry stood, shirtless in his pajamas bottoms, apparently lost in thought. And Hermione stood on the other side of Harry in her dressing gown. DRESSING GOWN? Ron quickly rushed over to stand in front of her as the others walked in and settled onto the various chairs and couches. "Hermione, may I speak to you a minute, alone?" He grumbled agitatedly.
Hermione was lost in thought and a bit of shock. Barely hearing what Ron was saying. "Hmm?" She replied simply. Ron grabbed her hand, dragging her up the staircase and into her room. Once he closed the door he stalked over to her closet, randomly throwing out shirts, jeans, skirts…
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. Realizing what was going on. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She quickly ran around the room, picking up the discarded clothing, before making her way to Ron. She grabbed his elbow, forcing him to turn around. His face was red.
"So is this how you walk around when your in here?" Ron yelled. "Your not even decent! Just standing around with no clothes on!" Ron was livid. She was barely dressed just…letting it all hang out! And HARRY, just standing around shirtless? In front of HIS girlfriend!
Hermione was confused. What was he talking about? Apparently, the muggle world and the wizarding world had very different ideas of what was 'decent'. Wait a tick. Hermione thought. "Ron, you've seen me in my dressing gown a hundred times! Why are you acting so daft!" She was right, Christmas mornings, mornings where she stayed at the Weasley's. She must have eaten breakfast in her pajamas a thousand times, everyone did.
"I…well…Hermione, your sharing a room with Potter now! You cant just be walking around in your…UNDERTHINGS!" Ron stuttered out, since when did he call Harry, 'Potter'? Determined to knock some sense in her, he continued. "Your acting like a…a…SCARLET WOMAN!" Ron wished he could shove the words back into his mouth as soon as he said them.
Hermione's face contorted with rage. White, hot, rage. A tear ran down her cheek, not from sadness, but from murderous anger. She started out quietly, "You listen to me Ronald Weasley. I am not, nor have I ever been a scarlet woman. And you would do well to watch your words with me! I AM A GROWN WOMAN, AND I WILL DRESS ANYWAY I PLEASE, AND IF YOU EVER TRY TO PULL THIS SHIT ON ME AGAIN, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT THE ONLY WAY YOU WILL BE ABLE TO EAT AGAIN IS THROUGH YOUR JEALOUS, DRAMATIC ARSE! NOW GET OUT!"
Ron sputtered... Hermione cursed. "I…I..Hermione! Im sorry! I was just…a little taken back is all. You gotta understand how it makes a bloke feel seeing his girl in her knickers! In front of everyone! Harry strutting around half dressed…" He tried to grab her hand but she shot back from him immediately.
"I was NOT in my knickers Ronald Weasley. And who CARES what Harry was wearing. I don't recall you being so upset by Harry's choice in bed wear before! What is WRONG with you! I cant even LOOK at you Ronald Weasley, I cant stand the SIGHT of you right now. HOW DARE you insinuate that I am anything less than….less than…APPROPRIATE!" Tears were streaming down her face now. Frustration evident.
"Hermione, please don't cry." Ron said softly, again trying to take her hand in his, and again being shot down.
"I am NOT crying! I am FURIOUS. I cant believe you are acting like this when we have a bloody emergency on our hands! It's just LIKE you Ronald, you never think, just react! Just get out before I really lose my temper…" She finished, turning away from him.
Just react? "Are you calling me STUPID?" Ron said, raising his voice. He KNEW it. He KNEW she thought that.
Hermione turned around. Her eyes in slits. "Well, if your going to ACT stupid, then I guess the logical conclusion would be that you ARE stupid."
Ron was red, furious. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to find something REALLY spiteful to say…unfortunately all he could come up with was, "Fine! FINE! FIIINNNEEEE!" And with that, he turned and walked out of the room. He stood for a moment…How did this happen? He closed his eyes, taking a deep breathe before making his way downstairs.
The gang sat downstairs, listening to what was, apparently, the beginning of a FANTASTIC row. Zuko coughed, his discomfort was apparent to everyone. The Avatar gang looked around at each other, all of whom looked uncomfortable. When Sokka looked up he saw that Harry, Neville, and even Draco, didn't look as surprised. Sokka locked eyes with Harry in confusion.
Harry figured he should probably give an explanation. "Oh…they do this all the time." Harry finished shortly.
Draco laughed. "Yes, at this point Im starting to think it's foreplay for them…"
Katara blushed at Draco's insinuation. Zuko just looked at Draco, What an asshole. He thought, smirking.
Suddenly, Harry's head popped up. Listening to the yelling above. Did Hermione say 'shit'? No, that's crazy talk…
Finally, the door opened, and a dejected, red-faced Ron made his way down the stairs. The room was silent. Uncomfortable. Silently, Ron just collapsed on the couch. And closed his eyes.
Draco, never one to miss an opportunity to mess with Ron, spoke first. "So Potter, You and Granger got this big suite all to yourself, huh? Nobody around. Nice and quiet. It's sort of intimate really. You could stay up nights…talking…maybe have a butterbeer or three. Nice roaring fire, beautiful night sky." Draco smirked. "Oh, Weasley, are you back? How are things with the Missus?"
Zuko wanted to laugh. He would be lying if he said the Draco kid wasn't clever, even if he was kind of a jerk. But as Zuko noticed the Weasley kid's face getting even redder, he decided maybe he should change the subject. "Uh…so, what's on the agenda for the day?" He said quickly.
Harry turned his attention from glaring at Draco to Zuko's inquiry. Good question. "Well, I suppose we should get you lot something to wear. You can't walk around like that. Then, we can head down to breakfast, from there we'll figure out the school schedules. If your going to be students here we should probably figure out what classes you'll be in….it's obvious that you'll all have to be with one of us at all times. Seeing as how your not magical, we'll have to pick up the slack for you…" Harry closed his eyes at the thought. This was Newt year, he would have enough to deal with…but he supposed the extra practice it would take to pass off another person as a wizard would be good preparations for his exams. "I'll go upstairs, see if I can find some extra clothes and robes, Hermione can do the necessary tailoring work, I suppose. Make em fit…"
Ron glared at Harry, "Yea, and maybe put on a bloody shirt while your at it." He said shortly, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling.
Harry sighed. Ever since He and Hermione had to share this bloody suite, Ron had been acting like an arse. Harry had to walk on eggshells just to keep from upsetting him. Harry didn't know what the big deal was. He thought they had settled this problem in the Forest of Dean. Harry had no interest in Hermione, and was dating Ron's bloody sister for God's sake. On top of that, Ron was in here all the time! Harry didn't have a problem with it of course, but honestly, how could Harry steal Hermione from him when Ron was always here? The only time he wasn't here was when it was after hours. Jesus.
"Wait a sec!" Neville interrupted Harry's train of thought. "Can someone please tell me what's going on? Who are these people? What do you mean their not magical? How did they get here?" Neville shot off one question after another.
Right. Harry turned, exhausted, and began to tell Neville the entire story. The Room of Requirement, the flashing light, the bending.
"Bending? What is that?" Neville said, in shock. Aang raised his hand in a bored manner and quickly blew a blast air in Neville's face. Apparently, even he was tired of telling this story.
Neville sat, stock still. Horrified. As if to solidify Aang's point, Toph stomped her heel into the stone floor and popped a rock up, floating in mid-air. Looking Neville directly in the eye, she smirked and cocked her head to the side, causing the stone to fly across the room.
"But….but…" Neville started. "No wands? They can just…DO that?"
"Yes!" Ron replied in an irritated manner. "So you can see we're in a bit of a pickle here!" Ron's stomach grumbled at the word pickle. "Can we please go to breakfast now!"
Katara was pensive. Hermione still hadn't come back downstairs yet. From what Harry had told them last night, Hermione was Ron and Harry's best friend. She was with them all the time. Katara knew what it was like to not really have any other girls to talk to. Toph wasn't really the feminine type, although puberty had finally hit her…hard. "Im just going to check on Hermione, we can meet you guys down there!" She said warmly, "Come on Toph."
"Come on what?" Toph said. Causing Draco to snicker.
Katara thought this would be a good lesson for Toph, some girl time would probably do her some good. "I think Hermione could use some…girl talk." She finished, eyeing Draco in a confused manner.
"Oi!" Ron interjected. "Why?" Ron knew exactly what girl talk was, it was how girls planned out how to make blokes lives miserable. The last thing he needed was three girls conspiring against him.
Katara just arched an eyebrow and tapped Toph on the shoulder.
"Why are you even bothering?" Sokka interjected. "Toph is barely a girl!" He finished grinning, happy that he could finally get Toph, for once.
Toph glared at Sokka, before putting on a calm face. Slowly, she got out of her chair and turned to follow Katara up the staircase. Subtlety, She flicked her chin in the air. Suddenly, a rock shot out of the ground under Sokka's chair causing Sokka to fall backwards to the floor. Toph never looked back, of course. It was cooler that way.
When the girls were safely locked in Hermione's room, Sokka picked himself up off the ground, and dusted himself off. "So! Women troubles huh?" He said to Ron, his voice oddly raised.
"Let's just go to breakfast." Ron groaned. After Harry had returned with some clothes and did the proper lengthening and shortening charms (as Hermione had refused to come out of her room until Ron was gone) they all headed towards breakfast. The school was alive again. Students going from here to there, eyeing Harry with awe and then confusion when they saw who he was walking with. Harry could hear the whispers.
"Was that Draco Malfoy walking with Harry Potter?"
"What happened to that kid's face?"
"Whose the hot tan guy?"
Sokka smirked at that last comment. He still had it. Eventually, they walked into the Great Hall. The room fell somewhat silent as Harry and his "gang" took a seat. This did not surprise Harry, after the war, rooms often got quiet when he entered them. This did, however, surprise the Avatar gang.
"I think they're on to us…" Zuko whispered, becoming alarmed.
"No, that's just Potter. I told you he would bring a lot of attention." Draco finished, looking nervously around the room. When he came up with this Potter plan, he didn't realize how uncomfortable it would be. Glares and confused gazes shot at him from around the hall. Zacharias Smith strolled up to them. "Hello Harry!" He exclaimed.
Harry just looked at him. Zacharias Smith was a git extraordinaire, Harry last saw him pushing over first years to escape the castle at the Battle of Hogwarts. "Hello." Harry said shortly.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Zacharias questioned accusingly, as if he had the right.
Even Ron couldn't stand his presence, actually coming to Malfoy's rescue. "What are YOU doing here, Smith?" Zacharias quickly turned and walked off at this. Ronald Weasley's word was law, apparently. "That kid is such a wart…"
Soon the Hall was buzzing again with the usual morning conversation. Eventually, Hermione appeared, Katara and Toph in tow in...normal looking clothing. Katara got several looks as she passed, mostly from interested boys. This did not go unnoticed by Aang who quickly motioned her to sit beside him. Ron looked hopefully at Hermione, making sure to leave a space beside him, already forgetting about the "stupid" insinuation. Hermione, however, was not so forgetful. Opting to sit next to Zuko and across from Harry instead.
Sokka was thoughtful, looking around at this giant hall, immediately he started wondering where breakfast was. No sooner than he thought it, than it appeared in front of him. Sokka was taken aback. "I don't think I can take anymore of this 'stuff appearing out of nowhere'…" he trailed off. Soon they were all off to eating. Sokka, apparently getting over his earlier shock, was shoving food in his face with as much enthusiasm as Ron. And so the morning greetings began…
Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and Hannah Abbott were the first to arrive. "Hi Harry!" Terry Boot exclaimed as he stopped by to say hello.
"Hello there Terry, alright?" He asked cheerfully. Terry Boot was a decent bloke, and a lifelong member of the D.A.
Terry nodded cheerfully to Harry before looking around the table, eyes wide when he noticed none other than Draco Malfoy sitting at the table with them. His eyes became slits and Terry looked like he was about to say something when Ron quickly changed the subject, "So Terry, what classes you got this year?"
Terry was shook out of his anger, "Oh…well you know, the usual, Potions, Defense against the dark arts, charms, transfiguration…" Terry trailed off, noticing several students that he had definitely never seen before. "Who are your friends?" Terry asked, confused.
"Oh…"Harry started but was cut off by Sokka.
"How ya doin! The name's Wang…Wang Fire!" Sokka shot out of his chair to shake hands with a clearly alarmed Boot. The Avatar gang took their lead from Sokka.
Katara stood up, "Sapphire Fire…Wang's sister. Nice to meet you." She exclaimed warmly.
"Er…Im…Lee?" Zuko trailed off, quickly averting his eyes his eyes from Terry's gaze.
"Kuzon." Aang continued smiling at the three students.
Toph was stumped as the gaze fell on her. "Im…Im…I AM MELONLORD!" She blurted out.
"Sorry?" Susan Bones queried.
Katara noticing Toph's nervousness interjected. "Well, actually it's pronounced Mel-lone Lor-Daye." She said, her smile almost becoming manic.
"Yes!" Hermione continued, "It's French!"
Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and Hannah Abbott stood for a moment, Aang couldn't tell whether it was skepticism or discomfort on their faces. "Well, it's nice to meet you all." Hannah Abbott said, diplomatically. "What year are you?" She continued.
Crap. Harry hadn't thought of that. "Um…Seventh years!" He said desperately.
Terry raised an eyebrow. "Well…how come I haven't seen you in any of our classes?"
"Exchange program!" Hermione blurted out, reminded of the muggle school practice. "Yes! They actually go to another school, but are spending some time here at Hogwarts! That's it! We're just showing them around! Ha ha!" She finished nervously.
"Yes!" Sokka added. "We are from the other school…you know… of magical…learning." He finished lamely.
The three students looked at each other. "McGonagall didn't mention anything at the feast…" Terry continued.
Damn this kid! Ron thought. "Well, maybe it slipped her mind Boot, McGonagall has a lot of things to sort out right now. Anyway, why would we lie? You calling us liars?" He finished shortly.
"No! Of Course not!" Terry exclaimed nervously. "Im just surprised is all….Well, I hope you all enjoy your stay at Hogwarts!" Terry finished quickly before walking off to the Ravenclaw table.
"You'll love it here, Im sure of it!" Hannah Abbot concluded warmly, smiling at the newcomers while glaring a bit at Ron. "Take it down a notch Ron, he was just asking." She said. Neville smiled thoughtfully at her boldness.
"It was nice to meet you!" Katara waved as Susan and Hannah walked away. "Jeez, Ron, a little testy aren't we?" She said quietly.
"Well, Im bloody sorry, but the kid wouldn't shut up with the questions. I had to do something….I'll apologize to him later." He conceded under a scornful gaze from Hermione.
Harry rolled his eyes. "WHY did you give them fake names?"
Sokka was thoughtful. "Well, every other time we had to go into somewhere undercover we had to use fake names…" He answered.
Harry look exasperated. "Sokka! No one knows who you are here! You don't HAVE to use fake names!" Harry finished, resting his face in his hands.
Sokka hadn't realized that. "Right…force of habit I guess."
Harry stared at Sokka unbelievably. "…And Wang Fire? That's the best name you could some up with? WANG FIRE!"
Sokka picked up a sausage, "Hey, worked before." He said nonchalantly before popping the sausage in his mouth. "Ets betta then MELON LORD." He continued with a full mouth, smirking at Toph, who shot a glare at him in return.
And so breakfast continued, and rumors of the new Hogwarts "exchange program" floated through the great hall. Harry groaned, knowing this idea would come back to bite him in the arse soon enough. Suddenly, Sokka quirked up, eyeing something in the distance, "Who is that?" He exclaimed.
A blond girl came floating down the great hall towards the Golden trio and the Avatar gang. She had…radishes hanging from her ears. A look of eternal surprise on her face. "Hello Harry." She said in a dreamy voice.
"Morning Luna. Glad to see you came back." Harry said smiling at his friend. "Have you seen Ginny?"
"Not yet, but she'll be down soon enough. Wrackspurts usually attack in the morning, when your guard is down, you know." She finished mysteriously. Draco rolled his eyes, she was still crazy as ever, it would seem. "Oh, hello Draco. How are you?" She said.
It was the nicest he had ever heard anyone talk to him since he returned. "Um…Im fine." He finished shortly…uncomfortably.
"How lovely." She said. "And who are these strangers?"
Sokka began to talk when Hermione cut him off. "They're exchange students!" She said, glaring at Sokka to shut up.
Luna looked around at the newcomers, and then looked at Hermione. She was quiet for a moment. "…No they're not." She finished casually, as if she was making a statement of fact.
"Yes, they are." Hermione retorted, alarmed.
"No…I don't think so." Luna said. A smile gracing her features. "Well, it was nice to meet you all. I'll see you at lunch!" And with that she floated off just as mysteriously as she floated in.
"What?" Sokka said, highly confused.
Harry looked up. "Oh, that's just Luna. You either got to accept it, or your going to be confused a lot mate."
"Well, she seems to know that we're not EXCHANGE STUDENTS." Zuko said, glaring at Hermione.
"Yea, that would seem to be the case." Harry finished shortly, taking a bite of his kippers.
Zuko was astounded. "So…SO…WHAT IF SHE BLOWS OUR COVER!" Zuko whispered feverishly, so much for keeping his composure.
"She wont." Ron stated matter of factly. He looked up at Zuko, who looked as if he was going to explode. "You've just got to accept it." Ron repeated.
Suddenly, there was screeching. Owls everywhere. Owls holding letters, packages, etc. THIS was the first time the Avatar gang was not surprised. They were obviously messenger birds. A letter dropped down in Harry's hands. A Daily Prophet in Hermione's. A package in Ron's. And an even bigger package in Draco's.
Harry opened his letter.
Hiya Harry,
Hope all is goin tah yer likin, now that yer back. If it's not too much trouble, I was hopin you, Ron, and, Hermione could drop by the house tomorrow. I've got something you might want tah see.
Cheers,
Hagrid.
"What is it Harry?" Ron said, preparing to stuff the cookies his mother sent him into his mouth.
"Hagrid wants to see us tomorrow…" Harry trailed off, thoughtful as to what Hagrid wanted them to see. "Said he's got something he thinks we should see."
Ron looked alarmed. "Well, if it's another bloody monster, he can suck my left, bloody, nu…"
He was interrupted by Hermione. "Fine Harry, but what about Aang and his friends?"
"Well…I guess they are coming with." Harry replied.
"Im sorry…monsters?" Sokka said, choking on his orange juice. Oh God.
Author's Note. So THIS was a fun chapter to write! Wang Fire makes his debut once again! I tried to put lines in to split the scenes when necessary but Im not sure if they will come up when I publish this. If someone could tell me how to do that, I would appreciate it. So! What'd ya think? Being an R/HR shipper, I had to put a little bit of the lovely couple in there and there's more where that came from. Not to mention all the hormonal craziness that's flying around. Plus, if you noticed, SOME PEOPLE have little crushes going on. Oh la la! I just want to state tho that there will be no slash or alternate pairings in this story, although Im a fan of Zutara, after finishing HP I have become quite canon compliant. But that doesn't mean there wont be some...complicated feeling floating around ha ha! Any snoozles, next up there is going to be some man time and girl talk as the gangs discuss what it's like to lead normal lives in complicated worlds. Then we shall visit Hagrid, where I will have a surprise for you. Excited? Shoutouts to Peridot15 for the review and Hooahrtr as always. I always appreciate reviews! Good or Bad (as long as its constructive). Sorry about grammar or spelling mistakes! Mama has no beta! If you have any questions hit me. And I just want to say to my European readers, Im sorry if this story is coming off Americanized. If you have any tips I would appreciate it!