Harry flew from rooftop to rooftop, peering down at the varied citizens of the Earth Kingdom from above. All of them stared up at him, if they saw him, with wide eyes. Some of them even pointed at him and yelled that he was the Avatar. He passed them by as he flew, ignoring them for the moment as he searched, gliding on the slight breeze with his glider.

He started in the outer circle of the city, noticing the vivid difference in class. It seemed that the city of Ba Sing Se was separated by the rings. The poor lived in the outer circle and as one traveled to the inner circle, the wealth was obvious.

It was a cloudless day and beautiful and still there was a hint of that smell, of smoke and heat on the wind. Harry didn't know if it was because he was an airbender or not but he could smell it vividly in the wind. And he knew it wasn't from the battle at the drill a few days ago. Katara had told him of the various threats they faced, the last of which was the prince and princess of the Fire Nation. Zuko and Azula. Though Azula more than Zuko for the most part.

Princess Azula traveled with two other young women, neither of which were benders, but they were deadly on their own. Mai and Ty Lee. He had been told to stay away from Ty Lee if he ever encountered her and Katara had reinforced that notion. She had told him of how it had felt to get her bending frozen by the girl, to be rendered helpless like that.

Harry shrugged at his thoughts and moved on, into the middle circle, and landed in the middle of a square, closing down his glider. Everyone gawked at him, pointing and yelling excitedly about the Avatar. He winced at the shouts, knowing that before he had come along, Aang had been the very last Air Bender or Air Nomad.

And he had come along but they were still only two and Harry roughly knew of the traditions of the old Air nomads but he didn't know how to practice those beliefs or traditions. He didn't know anything of what a daily Air nomad's life looked like before the Fire Nation committed genocide a hundred years ago.

He had taken to wearing similar clothing to what Aang wore, a beige sash over his shoulder and a yellow-red tunic underneath it.

"I'm not the Avatar," Harry said, raising his voice a little and putting just a hint of old magic under it. His glider glowed subtly before going quiet and the people around him blinked, not knowing what to make of him. "I am an air bender though."

People started to trail out of the tea shop across the street to look at him and Harry froze for a second before shrugging.

"We thought there were no other air benders left."

"It's just the two of us," Harry remarked, looking for the person who had spoken. They all looked a little fearful as they stood in the crowd, as people began to ask more and more questions.

"How do you fly? Do you know the Avatar? Are you-"

"Be quiet, idiot. The Dai Li will hear us," one of the older women said, gesturing to the alleyways and corners of the streets. "We can't talk about the war."

Harry tilted his head in confusion, starting to connect the dots and not liking what he was seeing. "The Dai Li don't want people talking about the war?"

"They didn't want the king knowing there was a war."

"So Long Feng had a puppet king then. That's why he wanted to keep the king in the dark," Harry muttered, holding onto his glider tighter. "So you all know there's a war going on. You just won't talk about it for fear of the Dai Li."

Everyone nodded.

Harry grimaced and turned around, taking in the streets around him. Borrowed memories flashed through his mind, the remembered smell of burning flesh from the Air temple.

"Long Feng has been imprisoned," Harry finally remarked, extending his glider and leaping up into the air, bending the currents around him. "The Dai Li are no longer in charge."

He flew up into the sky, above the homes and tea shops, and flew over the middle circle to the inner circle. Harry glanced over to the palace and sighed, not wanting to engage in politics right now at least. The generals were still arguing over their plan to invade the Fire Nation on the Day of the Black sun and Katara hadn't been able to get in a word otherwise, even though she was a master water bender. He landed a few blocks away from the palace and right in front of the newest tea shop, suddenly feeling his dry throat.

The Jasmine Dragon.

Harry blinked up at the signage for the tea shop, taking in the green dragon that wove itself between the letters. He followed the throngs of people heading into the shop and took a seat idly, glancing down at the menu on the table in front of him. There were lots of different kinds of tea on the menu and only one drew his attention.

People chatted around him excitedly and he heard snippets of conversation, varying from people's daily schedules to wondering if this tea shop would stay. Apparently this shop was new, or at least new to the inner circle. He heard one person mention that the owner of the shop was from the middle circle, having taken a business offer to start his own business here.

"What can I get you?"

Harry startled at the low voice and inhaled smoke and heat and flame. He looked up at the other young man who had spoken, seeing a scar on the left side of his face and golden eyes. Harry blinked even as his heart began to race within his chest, as sweat dripped down his back. Warmth radiated from the teenager who looked to be the same age as himself, around 17 or 18 years old.

And very much omega if Harry was right. The teenager blinked, his eyes going wide as all the blood left his face in seconds.

"How… You're an…"

Harry was up and out of his chair, arms already out to catch the young man as his knees buckled. The teenager's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, going limp in Harry's arms. People yelped around them and he heard someone yell over, an older man who was clearly the owner, a kettle in his hands. A kettle that had just been taken off the stove. A kettle that should have been boiling hot and yet the man wasn't wearing gloves on his hands.

"You're his uncle?"

"Iroh. And what would your name be?"

Harry took in the sight in front of him, still cradling the other boy in his arms. He peered down at the boy, taking in the scar that covered his left eye in a circle. It had obviously been a bad burn, one that had left a scar to this day, and he wondered where it had come from. Obviously his uncle was a firebender but was the boy a firebender?

"Haran. You can call me Harry."

He followed where Iroh gestured, heading to the kitchen that lay behind a closed door. The teenager in his arms groaned and curled into him even in unconsciousness. Harry held him tighter, one arm under his knees and one around his shoulder.

"He's warm," Harry whispered as Iroh followed him back into the kitchen.

"You wear the clothing of an air bender," Iroh commented, as they stepped through the swinging door and into the kitchen and privacy. "And yet you are not the Avatar."

Harry looked around the kitchen, the wide open space appealing in its open air walls. There was a small cot in the back and he looked over to Iroh, who nodded. "What's his name? Now that I know yours."

Harry lowered the teenager down to the cot slowly, feeling the urge to stay with him. He could feel Iroh's gaze on them both and he turned back to the older man, raising an eyebrow.

Iroh studied him, his hands free. Harry stared back and then raised his hands, twirling his hands around and around. A small tornado grew on his palm, as he sucked up air from around the room. He kept it on his palm, small enough to easily control, and watched as Iroh's eyes widened and then narrowed.

He dropped the air after a minute, not wanting to draw all of the air out of the room. Dust fell back to the floor and a whimper from the other teenager drew his attention again.

"His name is Zuko. He's my nephew. How is this possible? Avatar Aang is the only air bender left."

Harry paused as visible sweat formed on… Zuko's forehead and he twirled his hands again, wiggling his fingers to gather a small amount of air. He waved his hands over Zuko and watched as the sweat dried off, as a soft breeze wove through the omega's black hair.

"We don't know how it happened either," Harry finally answered, turning around to look at Iroh. "You are Iroh of the Fire Nation, aren't you? Aang and Toph think highly of you."

Iroh smiled. "Aang is a wise kid and already a wise Avatar."

"I think so too. He has the weight of the world on his shoulders," Harry commented as he turned to look down at Zuko. "Why are you two in Ba Sing Se?"

"We are refugees just like any of the common folk in the outer circle," Iroh answered, as he peeked out into the shop. "The Fire Nation has hurt so many people."

"Including him?" Harry asked, gesturing to Zuko.

"I shall let him answer that question," Iroh offered, dipping his head in a nod. "May I trust you to look after him?"

"Uh… I had other things to do but yes. I'll see that he's alright. You have tea to make."

Iroh's smile widened and his eyes twinkled, reminding Harry a little bit of Dumbledore. But… Iroh was more forthcoming than Harry's other mentor in his first life.

"My parents were refugees too," Harry explained, hesitant but willing to trust Katara and Toph's words. Katara had said something about the moon and something else about the Northern Water kingdom but Harry hadn't really understood that. "I was born in the Northern Air Temple 17 years ago."

Iroh looked at him and then bowed from the waist. "The Fire Nation has done much to hurt your people. I apologize greatly for the killing and genocide of the Air Nomads."

Harry swallowed but nodded back. "I suspect Aang would welcome an apology more than I. I don't know anything of what life was like back before the Fire Nation attacked. Aang lived with his people for several years before he lost everything."

Iroh looked at him, as if trying to find something in his face, before he nodded again. "The Air Nomads were great people. Perhaps you could help Zuko when he wakes."