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Chapter 10: An Unexpected Meeting

Harry Potter sat on the edge of his bedroll, trying to block out the commotion from the others as he ran a hand through his unruly black hair. Breakfast was underway, and, as usual, chaos reigned supreme.

"You like him, admit it!" Sokka teased, pointing his chopsticks at Katara, his face splitting into a mischievous grin. "You were blushing when Haru said goodbye. I saw it!"

Katara slammed her bowl of rice down with a loud clink, cheeks flushing crimson. "I was not! Stop saying that! You're so—so childish!"

Aang, sitting across from them, glanced at Katara out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep his expression neutral but failing miserably. His grip on his bowl tightened, and he let out a small, forced laugh. "Yeah, childish," he muttered, but his voice lacked its usual carefree tone.

"Oh, come on," Sokka continued, relentless. "The way you looked at him—'Oh, Haru, your earthbending was so brave!'" He clasped his hands together dramatically, batting his eyelashes.

Katara groaned, her frustration palpable as she pointed accusingly at him. "Sokka, if you don't stop, I swear—"

Harry cleared his throat loudly, cutting through the noise. "So," he said, in an attempt to distract from their ongoing bickering. "What do you three know about firebenders?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, immediately silencing the arguement. Sokka paused mid-bite, his eyes narrowing at Harry. Katara set her chopsticks down, frowning in confusion.

"Why are you asking that?" Sokka asked, his tone suspicious. His gaze shifted slightly toward Aang, as if wondering if the Avatar had put Harry up to this.

Harry hesitated, realizing too late that this question while obviously serving its purpose to distract the two from fighting might not have been the question he wanted to ask. He shrugged, trying to sound casual. "I just … haven't thought about it much before. But it seems a little … I don't know. Surely not every firebender is bad?"

Sokka's reaction was immediate. He slammed his bowl onto the ground, rice spilling everywhere. "What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief. "Are you serious right now? Not every firebender is bad? They've been at war with the rest of the world for a hundred years, Harry! That's not what the good guys do."

Katara's face darkened as she crossed her arms, nodding in agreement. "They're the ones who basically destroyed the Southern Water Tribe, who—who took my …" Her voice cracked slightly as she trailed off, but she quickly straightened, her eyes fierce. "They're ruthless."

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Sokka cut him off, his words spilling out in a passionate tirade. "They've wiped out entire villages, Harry. Before we bumped into Aang, we were pretty sure that they exterminated the Air Nomads. You think we're being unfair? They don't give us that courtesy! They don't care about peace or fairness. They care about power."

"Sokka," Aang interjected softly, his voice calm but firm. "That's… not true."

Sokka froze, turning to face him. "What?"

Aang set his bowl down gently, his gray eyes clouded with memory. "I don't think every firebender is bad," he said quietly. "Before … well … before everything happened, I had firebender friends."

"Before you got trapped in the ice and missed the start of the war, including the genocide of the Air Nomads?" Sokka shot back, his tone biting.

Aang flinched as though he'd been physically struck, his face falling. His hands tightened into fists, his head dropping slightly as he stood and walked to the edge of the campsite.

Katara gasped, turning on Sokka with a glare that could melt steel. "Sokka!" she snapped, smacking him on the arm. "Yes, obviously that's what he was talking about when he said 'before.' Maybe try not saying every thought that pops into your tiny brain for once!"

Sokka rubbed his arm where she'd hit him, scowling. "What? I'm just saying—"

"You're not helping!" Katara cut him off, her voice sharp as a whip. She stood and walked over to Aang, her expression softening as she reached out to touch his shoulder. "Aang, we're sorry. He didn't mean it like that."

Aang gave her a small, tight smile, though his shoulders remained tense. "It's okay," he said, his voice barely audible. "I know that it's been a while and I know what they have done but they didn't always used to be like that and I can't believe that they are all still like that."

Harry felt his chest tighten as he watched the scene unfold. He hadn't meant to dredge up such painful memories.

"I didn't mean to upset anyone," Harry said finally, his voice earnest. "I just … I've been thinking about firebenders."

That got their attention. Sokka frowned, his suspicion returning in full force. "Firebenders? Why are you thinking about them?"

Harry took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Well they were the ones who found me and for the most part they treated me well," he admitted. "Before I joined you that was. And just trying to come to terms with the people who are chasing Aang."

Katara's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but Sokka's expression only grew darker. "Yeah, well, one good deed doesn't forgive everything else they did," he said bitterly. "And maybe they were just trying to gain your confidence or had some super-secret firebending plan in mind."

Remembering Iroh's demeanor Harry wanted to discount this immediately but in order to prolong the argument with Sokka he shrugged. "I'm just wondering if maybe it's not as black and white as you think."

Sokka looked like he was about to explode, but before he could say anything, Aang spoke again. "I think Harry's right."

Everyone turned to stare at him.

"I mean it," Aang said, meeting their eyes one by one. "Not everyone in the Fire Nation can be bad. There are probably people who don't agree with the war. People who want peace."

Katara hesitated, her expression torn. "Even if that's true," she said slowly, "it doesn't change what they've done. What they're still doing."

"No, it doesn't," Aang agreed. "But it means there's hope. And I think that's worth holding onto."

The group fell into an uneasy silence, the air heavy with tension. Harry glanced around at their faces—Sokka's defiance, Katara's uncertainty, Aang's quiet determination—and felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't wanted to cause division, but he couldn't bring himself to regret speaking up.

Finally, Sokka broke the silence with a frustrated groan. "Fine … despite what I and every other nation has seen over the last 100 years, maybe not everyone from the Fire Nation is bad," he muttered, throwing his hands up in the air. "But don't come crying to me when Zuko or some other firebender tries to burn us alive."

Katara rolled her eyes. "You're being so dramatic."

"I'm realistic," Sokka shot back.

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The morning sun warmed the air as the group soared over rolling hills on Appa's back, the sky stretching endlessly before them. Aang sat at the reins, his face serene as he guided the bison through the sky. Sokka reclined against the saddle's edge, chewing a strip of dried meat, while Katara organized their supplies in neat rows, casting occasional glances toward the others. Harry, for his part, leaned against the side of the saddle, staring out at the horizon with a hand pressed to his temple.

They'd been flying for less than two and a half hours when Harry began to notice a dull ache behind his eyes. At first, he dismissed it as nothing—he still wasn't used to flying on a giant bison, after all—but the pain slowly intensified, spreading through his skull like wildfire. By the time the next hour rolled around, his headache was a full-blown throb, and it was taking everything to simply remain upright and to try and keep his discomfort from showing.

Unfortunately, Katara was observant. She glanced up from her organizing and immediately noticed the tightness around Harry's eyes and the way he was gripping the saddle rail. "Harry?" she called, her voice tinged with concern. "Are you okay?"

Harry turned to her, forcing a weak smile. "I'm fine," he said, though his voice sounded strained even to his own ears.

Katara wasn't convinced. She climbed over the edge of the saddle, her movements nimble as she knelt beside him. "You don't look fine," she said, brushing his messy black hair back to get a better look at his face. "You look like you're in pain."

Before he could protest, she pressed a hand to his forehead. The moment her skin met his, she yanked it back, eyes wide as she stared at the back of her hand. "It's like your skin is on fire. You're burning up!" she exclaimed.

"What?" Sokka sat up, his curiosity piqued. "What's going on?"

"Harry's running a fever," Katara explained, frowning as she studied him. "We need to land."

Harry shook his head quickly, though the movement made his headache worse. "I'm fine," he insisted. "Really, I don't need to—"

"You don't need to take a break?" Sokka cut in. "Sounds like a great idea to me. Let's keep going." He waved his hand dismissively. "I mean, if Harry doesn't want to stop, we shouldn't stop. Right?"

Katara shot him a glare. "Sokka, he's clearly not fine. We're landing, and that's final."

Aang glanced back at them from the reins, looking concerned. "We could take a break," he offered. "Looks like there is a village in the distance. We could land on the ridgeline that overlooks it. It looks like it should be far enough away that no one will come to us but close enough to the village we could always go into it, in case we need anything."

Harry sighed, slumping back against the saddle. "Really, I'm feeling alright," he tried again, but his voice lacked conviction.

Katara crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. "If you're feeling so good, why do you look like you're about to pass out?"

Harry opened his mouth to argue but quickly realized he wasn't going to win this one. Instead, he muttered, "Fine," and rested his head back against the saddle as Appa began to descend.

The ridgeline was peaceful, a grassy plateau dotted with wildflowers and shaded by a few sparse trees. Below, the village bustled quietly, its residents going about their daily routines. A small river snaked its way through the center, glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

As soon as Appa landed, Katara climbed down and immediately turned to Harry. "Let me take a closer look," she said, gesturing for him to come down.

Harry hesitated but eventually followed, his legs wobbling slightly as he hit the ground. Sokka watched him with a skeptical expression before shrugging. "Well, since we're stopping, we might as well grab supplies from town."

Katara turned to him, exasperated. "Sokka, we just stocked up on supplies yesterday before we left Haru's village. We have enough for seven days."

Sokka grinned, his tone turning teasing. "Oh, it's Haru's village now, is it?"

Katara's cheeks flushed as she glared at him. "Shut it, Sokka."

"I'm just saying," Sokka said with a shrug, his grin widening. "But what if we don't find another village for eight days? Then what?"

Katara rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should spend more time thinking with your head and less with your stomach."

Sokka held his hands up defensively. "Hey, I'm just being practical!"

Katara sighed, shaking her head. "Fine. If it'll make you stop whining, you can see if the village has anything useful and I'll stay here with Harry."

"Ha! Victory!" Sokka declared, punching the air.

Aang, who had been quietly listening, chuckled. "I'll go with you, Sokka. I could use a little walk anyway."

"Great!" Sokka said, already heading toward the path leading down to the village. "Let's see if we can find something good!"

As the boys headed off, Katara turned back to Harry, her expression softening. "Come on," she said, leading him to a shaded spot beneath a tree. "Sit down and let me see if I can help."

Harry obeyed, lowering himself to the ground with a wince. Katara knelt beside him, pulling her water pouch from her belt. She uncorked it, and the water floated gracefully into her hands, glowing faintly as she bent it toward his forehead. The cool sensation was immediate, and Harry let out a small sigh of relief as the pounding in his head began to subside.

"Better?" she asked, watching him closely.

He nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

Katara smiled faintly but didn't look entirely reassured. "You should've said something earlier," she said, her tone gently chiding. "Pushing through pain doesn't make you stronger, you know."

Harry gave her a sheepish look. "I didn't want to slow everyone down."

"You're part of the team now," she said firmly. "We look out for each other."

Her words warmed him more than he expected, and he gave her a small smile. "I'll try to remember that."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the soft rustle of the wind through the trees filling the air. Harry leaned back against the tree trunk, his body finally beginning to relax.

Harry laid there relaxing for about 30 minutes before he stretched his arms over his head, rolling his neck as he stood up from beneath the tree where Katara had been tending to him. "I think I'm feeling better since we landed," he said, giving Katara a reassuring smile. "I might have just needed to get off Appa for a bit."

Katara eyed him suspiciously, arms crossed. "Are you sure? You still look a little pale."

"I'm sure," Harry replied, his voice steady. "In fact, I think a walk would do me some good. We could catch up with Aang and Sokka and explore the village together."

Katara hesitated, clearly debating whether to trust him. Finally, she sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. "Fine," she relented, "but if you start feeling worse, you need to tell me right away. Deal?"

"Deal," Harry said, smiling at her.

The two of them descended the hill together, their pace leisurely as they followed the path down to the village. From their vantage point, they had seen Sokka and Aang enter the village heading towards the central square where they seemed to have started walking through the bustling market, stopping frequently to examine the various booths.

Meanwhile, Sokka and Aang were chatting idly as they strolled through the cobblestone streets. The village was quaint, with small houses made of wood and stone, their roofs thatched with straw. Vendors lined the streets, selling everything from fresh produce to handmade trinkets.

Sokka's eyes lit up as they passed a food stand. "Ooh, look at that!" he said, pointing to a stack of meat skewers sizzling on a grill. "I could go for one of those right about now."

Aang laughed. "You're always hungry."

"Hey, a warrior needs his strength!" Sokka replied, puffing out his chest.

As the two of them laughed, they looked back down the street the way they had come and Aang's face lit up at the sight of Katara and Harry approaching them. "Hey! Feeling better, Harry?"

"Much better," Harry replied.

"Great!" Aang said, bouncing on his toes with excitement. "You know, I wouldn't mind spending a little of the money Bumi gave us. This village looks bigger than the last one, so they might have some interesting things."

Harry chuckled at the way Aang had avoided saying Haru's name when describing the village unlike Sokka who was grinning knowingly at his sister. Katara, however, was ignoring her brother and looking at Aang with a disappointed expression on her face.

"You mean waste the money," she said, shaking her head at Aang and Sokka. "We should be saving it for actual supplies that we will need, not spending it on snacks or toys."

Sokka rolled his eyes. "Relax, Katara. We've got plenty of supplies and even more money, and what's wrong with enjoying ourselves? You know, having fun? It's a long trip. Ahead of us."

"Fun isn't going to help us survive," Katara countered, though her tone lacked its usual sharpness.

Harry watched the exchange with a small smile, despite the almost continuous bickering between Sokka and Katara, there was an undeniable warmth in their interactions.

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The market was alive with activity, a vibrant array of sights, sounds, and smells that made it impossible not to be swept up in the energy. Villagers bustled from booth to booth, haggling with vendors or chatting animatedly with one another. The air was thick with the scents of grilled meat, sweet pastries, and fragrant spices, all of which made Harry's stomach rumble despite the snacks they'd already packed for their journey.

They moved as a group, Sokka leading the way with the enthusiasm of someone who had already decided to ignore Katara's warnings about unnecessary spending. Aang followed close behind, practically bouncing on his toes as he took in the lively scene, his eyes darting from one booth to the next. Harry stayed near the back with Katara, who was shooting disapproving looks at her brother but hadn't yet worked up the energy to start lecturing him again.

Walking through the rows of booths, they stopping occasionally to examine something that caught their eye. Aang was immediately drawn to a table covered in carved wooden figurines of various animals, from turtle ducks to saber-tooth moose lions. He picked up a small bison, that even Harry had to admit was a pretty good carving of a flying bison, his face lighting up with a grin.

"This is amazing!" he said, holding it up for the others to see.

"It's cute," Katara admitted with a small smile, though she quickly added, "but we don't need it."

"But Katara," Aang said, holding the necklace up again. "It reminds me of Appa and … well, after everything we've been through together … isn't that worth something?"

Harry smirked at Aang's attempt to justify the purchase. He could see Katara wavering, though she eventually sighed and waved him off. "Fine. But that's the only thing you're buying today."

"Deal!" Aang said with a grin, quickly handing over the coins before Katara could change her mind.

Sokka, meanwhile, had wandered over to a food stand selling skewers of roasted meat coated in a sweet glaze. "Now this is what I'm talking about," he said, handing over a coin before biting into one of the skewers with a satisfied groan. "So good."

Katara shot him a disapproving look. "We're supposed to be budgeting, Sokka."

"I'm budgeting," Sokka said through a mouthful of food. "I only bought one."

"You've only bought one so far," Katara muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he followed them through the market. He tried some of the snacks being offered, including a warm, flaky pastry filled with a sweet bean paste that practically melted in his mouth. It was a far cry from the food he was used to back in England, but he found himself enjoying the new flavors.

Their next stop was a stand selling vibrant fabrics and clothing. The merchant, a middle-aged man with a wide smile, gestured enthusiastically to his wares as they approached. "You've got a good eye!" he said, addressing Katara, who had stopped to examine a bolt of shimmering blue fabric. "This material comes from the finest weavers in the region. Strong, soft, and perfect for making new garments …" he paused and glanced over to Sokka before looking back to Katara, " … or mending."

Katara ran her fingers over the fabric, her expression thoughtful. "It is beautiful," she admitted.

Sokka groaned, clearly uninterested in anything that wasn't food. "Katara, we don't need fabric. It's a waste of our coins."

"You're one to talk," Katara shot back, raising an eyebrow. "We've already stopped at three booths to spend money on snacks."

"Snacks are a necessity," Sokka replied, his tone defensive. "Fabric isn't."

"Fabric is absolutely a necessity," Katara said, holding up the bolt. "What happens when your shirt tears, or your pants? Do you want to run around half-dressed?"

Sokka opened his mouth to argue but quickly closed it, deciding that she might have a point. "Fine," he muttered.

Katara smirked, clearly satisfied with her victory. She negotiated the price with the merchant, before she ended up walking away looking pleased with herself.

As they continued through the market, Sokka's attention was caught by a booth selling what the vendor called "water tribe delicacies." Curious, he stopped to inspect the wares, which included dried seaweed snacks, fish jerky, and a strange jelly-like substance in small wooden containers.

"This," the vendor said, holding up a container of the jelly, "is iceberry jam. Made from berries that only grow in the coldest regions. A taste of the south, perhaps?"

Sokka hesitated, clearly tempted. "How much?"

"For you, young warrior, just three coins."

Katara shook her head. "Sokka, no. We don't need jam."

"Speak for yourself," Sokka said, handing over the coins. He opened the container and scooped out a small bit with his finger, popping it into his mouth. His eyes widened. "Okay, this is amazing, tastes just like Gram-Gram's."

Katara sighed in exasperation but didn't argue further, especially when Sokka offered her a taste. Even Harry ended up trying a small spoonful and had to admit it was delicious—sweet, tart, and unlike anything he'd ever had before.

They spent a little over a couple hours exploring, taking in the vibrant atmosphere of the market. Aang and Sokka both found small trinkets they couldn't resist buying, despite Katara's protests, and even Katara eventually relented and bought a small book.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, they decided it was time to head back to Appa. They were walking toward the edge of the village when Harry noticed two boys walking just behind them, their excited voices carrying easily over the noise of the market.

"Did you hear the rumors?" one of the boys asked, his voice brimming with excitement. "The Avatar is supposed to be in the village today!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Aang, whose expression immediately tensed.

"No way," the second boy replied, his tone skeptical. "That can't be true."

"It is!" the first boy insisted. "My older brother saw him just a little while ago. He was heading into town with a group of people. They even had a flying bison!"

The second boy's eyes widened, and he practically vibrated with excitement. "We should go find him!" he said, grabbing his friend's arm. "Come on! Let's get everyone—we can search the whole village!"

The two boys took off running, their shouts fading as they disappeared into the crowd.

The four of them stood frozen for a moment, exchanging anxious glances. Aang's shoulders slumped slightly, and he sighed. "Guess we've overstayed our welcome."

"We need to leave," Katara said immediately, her voice firm. "If people start looking for Aang, it's only a matter of time before the Fire Nation hears about it."

Sokka groaned, rubbing his temples. "Not another Kyoshi Island situation."

"Exactly," Katara said, giving him a sharp look. "We can't let that happen again."

Harry glanced over his shoulder, his stomach sinking as he noticed a few villagers giving them curious looks. "We should go now," he said quietly. "Before anyone connects the dots."

Aang nodded, already turning back the way they'd come. "Let's move."

They quickened their pace, weaving through the crowd as inconspicuously as possible. Aang kept his head down, his hat pulled low to hide his arrow, while the others formed a loose circle around him.

The group hurried towards the outskirts of the bustling village, their boots crunching against the path. Aang was leading the way, his staff held tightly in one hand while his eyes darted around nervously. Katara followed close behind, her expression tense as she glanced over her shoulder. Harry and Sokka brought up the rear, both trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, which in Sokka's case made him seem even more conspicuous.

"We need to fly out of here and make it look like we're heading toward Ba Sing Se," Aang said, his voice just loud enough for the others to hear. "That way, if the Fire Nation shows up, they won't bother the village."

"Smart," Katara said, though her tone was clipped. "Let's just make it out of here without drawing any more attention."

Sokka rolled his eyes. "Yeah, great plan. Just one problem: everything we do seems to draw attention. I told you guys this village was a bad idea."

"Not the time, Sokka," Katara snapped, her grip tightening on her water skin.

Harry remained quiet, focusing on the path ahead. The market stalls were thinning out now, the edge of the village square just within sight. Relief began to wash over him—they were almost out. But just as they reached the edge of the square, a loud voice boomed from behind them.

"Oh my rocks! There he is! Everyone, look—it's the Avatar!"

The four of them froze in their tracks. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the sound of Aang audibly groaning.

"Fantastic," Aang muttered under his breath, his shoulders slumping.

On Harry's other side, Sokka was grumbling as well. "I told you. I told you this was a bad idea."

Before they could react further, Aang turned around, plastering a sheepish smile on his face as he raised a hand in greeting. "Uh, hey everyone—"

But Aang's words trailed off, and his hand dropped back to his side as he noticed something strange. The villagers weren't looking at him. In fact, they weren't looking anywhere near him. All eyes were fixed on the other side of the square.

The four of them exchanged confused glances before cautiously making their way toward the crowd that had gathered. Weaving their way back through the throng of people, they finally spotted the source of the commotion: an older man standing on a makeshift platform.

He was dressed in what appeared to be Air Nomad robes, though they were faded and worn, and he had a long beard that gave him a striking resemblance to an older version of Aang. He stood proudly, his arms crossed, a small torch flickering at his feet. Despite his age, his voice was strong and commanding as he addressed the crowd.

"My name is Renga, and I am the Avatar!" he declared, his voice ringing out across the square.

A collective gasp rose from the crowd, followed by murmurs of awe and excitement. The torch in front of Renga suddenly flared up, the flame leaping high into the air. At the same time, a pile of rocks nearby began to levitate and spin around him in a slow circle.

Harry's smile faltered, noticing that Sokka's jaw drop in surprise. Before he could say anything, a fountain of water erupted from a container the man was holding, and then a gust of wind rushed past them, sending a few loose sheets of parchment flying.

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Story Note 1 – Hopefully Harry's 'fever' isn't concerning! But glad he started to feel better and was able to join the GAang as they explored the new village. Which of course seems to follow ATLA logic dropping them right into a situation where something dramatic is happening at precisely that moment!

Story Note 2 – Congrats to anyone who had predicted that they were going to run into the Avatar within this village. I know I sure didn't see that happening. Obviously, the GAang will make an effort to talk to him. I wonder what the story is and what it means going forward … what could this mean!

Story Note 3 – Also it looks like I must apologize looks like quite the place to end the chapter! Happy cliff-hanger everyone!

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Thunder Dragon - I love the comments! And really happy you are enjoying the chapter! As for the challenge that seems fun! But will have to do a lot of homework! So may take some time. I have to admit Zuko is such a well written character and I had the most difficulty trying to write a character that stood up to the one from the show really happy to get comments like this one. And haha ya Harry and Aang were a lot of fun to write!

Admiral Ackbar - That is a good catch I guess it was more just the type of flying that Appa was capable of compared to the hippogriff. So not so much that an animal was capable of flying but rather the manner in how it was able to do so.

StabbingFate - Well is magic not allowed ... I guess we will find out ... ooo animagus ...

Jostanos - Hmmm another Avatar ...

bob19h - Ugh technology ... but really happy you are enjoying the story!

Monkey D. Conan - I imagine it will come out quite quickly as things happen to around the GAang.