A pairing that I love and haven't found enough fics of is Tsu'tey/Harry. I just can't get enough and I love Tsu'tey's character, how he loved his people. So, of course, since I couldn't find a fic to read, I decided to write my own. I know, I have plenty of other fics to focus on, but my muse is like this. So if it gets a good welcome amongst my readers, I will consider continuing this small snippet. If not, well, I tried. Enjoy!

Gaia knew her end was near.

She knew it and she didn't mourn it. No, she had brought this on herself. Her children, the ones she had created, nurtured and loved, were the reason. And as a mother she couldn't regret it.

But that didn't mean she would allow them to do the same to any other entity.

So with the last of her strength she gathered the brightest of her souls, the most promising whose life had been cut far too short, and sent it to her sister.

Eywa was older, much older than her, and although she had children too, she had been much more careful in the gifts she gave them. She had known unlike Gaia, that balance was needed.

Eywa's children were curious and bright too, but they understood their mother.

Gaia understood her own now, too. Too little, too late, though.

But her child, her brilliant favorite, didn't have to suffer any longer for her mistakes.

Eywa would take him, mold him, let him grow.

And Gaia would live on through him.

And her other children, well, hopefully they would stop being the blight they had become. Someday.

With Mother Earth's best wishes and the tender force of Eywa cradling him, Harry Potter's new journey began.

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It was with great surprise and confusion that Mo'at went to the sacred place of the Omaticaya, Vitraya Ramunong, the Tree of Voices.

She had had a dream from Eywa and, as the Tsa'hik, it was her duty to listen to her mother's voice. Especially when it was so loud.

In the beginning, she saw nothing. But then something wriggling on the floor close to the tree's roots caught her attention.

It was a baby.

She'd never seen anything like it.

It was a Na'vi, clearly, but it had five fingers and toes and was enveloped in a strange pink fluid, like a cocoon.

But the strangest thing was it was attached to the many roots of the tree by its umbilical cord.

Carefully, she used her knife to cut the cocoon open and cradled the still wet babe to her bosom.

It opened its eyes, big and slitted like her own, but a bright green colour unlike any she'd ever seen in her people's yellow ones.

"Oh, you poor thing," she whispered, remembering the disjointed images Eywa had showed her. "worry not, you are with the People now."

Cradling it tightly, Mo'at smiled.

Eywa had gifted them a new life.