AN: Continuation of my Top Harry Drabble. I do not own either HP or Avatar.

"Haran. You shall be named Haran. I love you, son."

The baby boy blinked up at his parents, his grey eyes wide and curious as he took in the ruins around them. The boy watched his parents and reached up a hand to the omega who had birthed him and his bearer reached back, holding onto his son's little fingers tightly. The ruins of the temple around them were quiet for now, the dark of the night sending everyone else to sleep.

No one paid any mind to the airbender relics or the murals around them as they worked and lived in the temple. It had just been an empty place to live far from the Fire Nation, somewhere you had to really travel to get to and Haran was the second babe born here. No one noticed the little spinny toys blowing in the non existent wind around the family. No one noticed the small, thin piece of wood or the ring or the beautiful cloak that had appeared next to the boy. No one noticed the small puff of air he blew out of his mouth that ruffled his bearer's hair.

The Northern Air Temple housed a new generation of people, none of them airbenders, and the second baby to born amidst the ruins 82 years after the Air Nomad genocide. One of them was an inventor, who had just lost his wife, and now had to contend with a paralyzed son. But they were survivors and little Haran was as much survivor as everyone else was, perhaps even more so as he took his first breaths in this new world.

Harry looked back at the Air Temple ruins sixteen years later, standing tall and healthy at the corner of temple wall. Teo was right next to him, in the glider that Harry had helped to build.

"Are you sure about this, Harry? No one will tell anyone else that you…"

"I want to learn more about the Airbenders," Harry remarked, shrugging and pulling out the Elder Wand that had come with him. "There had to be some reason why I was born… you know…"

Teo nodded, his eyes narrowing. "You're the first Airbender to be born in a hundred years. I get it even if I can't come with you."

"I'll be on the run, Teo. And I can't imagine your father not missing you. And I don't want to draw attention to the village."

"You were always the old one in our group, Harry. You were the first to present after all."

"Hey, I'm only 16."

"You sound older. That's all, like you already know stuff. I suppose it's alright if you leave. I'll keep your secret."

"Thanks."

Harry watched as Teo turned to leave, wheeling off to join their other friends, and then sighed. There had to be a reason why he had been the first airbender in a hundred years. They didn't even know whether the Avatar was alive after all though the last trading party to come through had said something about hope being alive. And then there had been that one late afternoon when he had explored the hidden chamber within the temple, the one that held all of the past Avatars.

All of the statues of the Avatar's had lit up, their eyes glowing white. Roku, Kyoshi, all the way back up the temple building. He had felt something that night, something like an ancient power that was akin to what he was. It had felt like what conjuring a patronus did, like peace and light and safety. He had realized it that night then, realized that the Avatar was alive and had told Teo.

He drew out the Elder Wand, feeling the slight hint of his old magic hum around him. The wand answered his thought with a spark of warmth, flashing between existence and then growing. The wand itself grew until it reached Harry's height and then two limbs shot out from it at the top and two smaller ones at the bottom. Lightweight green material folded outward from both ends.

Harry grinned and the Elder Wand hummed in reply, eager to please, and then he leapt off the cliff, bending the air around him for flight. The air flowed around him and he whooped out as the night sky clung to him. This was flying on a higher level than on a broomstick and he loved it, had loved it ever since the wand had turned itself into a glider for him. He bent the air around him, feeling it on the tips of his hair.

He flew south into the night, joining any air currents when possible.

Several months later, he finally made it to the Eastern Air Temple, having flown through most of the Earth Kingdom. He saw much of the destruction and chaos that the Fire Nation had caused, likening the Fire Lord Ozai, Sozin and Azulon's reign to Hitler in his old world. Hitler had been bent on genocide himself and so had Voldemort and Grindewald. Though Hitler hadn't been particularly successful compared with the Fire Nation, Sozin had wiped out the Air Nomads with the exception of the Avatar.

Harry sighed and swept up into the clouds as he surveyed the Eastern Air Temple, seeing the devastation that Sozin had ordered. The Temple was in ruins, like the Northern Air Temple had been. He hadn't been able to learn much about the Air Nomads but he hoped… Maybe there were some surviving scrolls left in this temple.

He stretched out with a small amount of magic, searching the Temple. He didn't have much magic with him in this life, in this world, but he did have air bending. He could feel the eddies and currents of the air around him, sense the oxygen in someone's body and fly. He also had his cloak, the Resurrection stone and the Elder Wand but he only really used the wand. And occasionally the cloak.

He hadn't tried to use the stone yet though, hadn't tried to use it because he feared… He feared that he wouldn't be able to talk to his parents anymore or his friends. He was in a different world, one where if anyone in the Fire Nation got his scent, he would be chased to the ends of the world. Though if that ever happened in the near future, perhaps he could tell whoever was chasing him, that he was the Avatar and take some of the heat off the real Avatar.

He wondered where the Avatar was now, wondered if the boy had learned all four elements yet. As he had been traveling through the Earth Kingdom, he had heard about the Northern Water Tribe being attacked by the Fire Nation. Had heard that the Fire Nation had been resoundingly defeated by the Avatar and the Moon Spirit.

He didn't expect anyone in the Temple but he was proved wrong when he saw an older man down on one of the balconies. The man looked like a monk, with a long grey beard and yellow sash around his chest. As Harry was flying into land next to him, the monk peered up at him and waved, smiling.

"Hello there!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, pressing his fingers tightly into the glider/wand and feeling it shrink down. A minute later, it was the size of the Elder Wand again and he tucked it into a pocket of his pants. The monk stayed where he was, sitting cross legged and looking up at him with a huge smile, like he didn't expect any violence or any disturbance from him.

"Who are you? Are you a…"

"An air bender? No, but I can see you are. Are you by chance the Avatar?"

"No. I'm not. I was… looking for answers though so I came here."

"I am Guru Pathik. Answers may come to you at this temple or they may come to you." Guru Pathik blinked up at him as Harry walked over to him and sat down across from him, noting the subtle beta scent of the man. The man posed no threat, wasn't standing up to attack and his own magic and senses said this older monk was alright. "You are the first air bender to be born in a hundred years and yet the Avatar knows nothing about you. Were you born to an Air Nomad couple?"

"No. My name's Haran but I… my parents are refugees living in the Northern Air Temple."

"Ahh, I see. You are searching for an explanation as to why you are the first air bender born since they were all killed."

Harry sighed. "I suppose. I… This isn't…my first… circus, if you know what I'm saying."

Guru Pathik blinked, his eyes lighting up with interest. "I lived among the Air Nomads before the Fire Nation began its war. There were many knowledgeable men and women amongst the Temples and now there are only you, the Avatar and me."

"I could talk with the Avatar but I've heard he's only a boy."

The monk's eyes narrowed as he stared at him, dipping his head in a nod. "You are the one that I dreamt of a very long time ago. You and the Avatar's fates are entwined, the only two Air Nomads living. You can draw on the dead to ask your questions and yet yo do not. Why is that?"

Harry started, his eyes widening, his arms rising up and then dropping down to his lap. "You dreamt of me? The air bender who can talk with the dead?"

"Yes, you and the Avatar. I dreamt I would be able to help both of you if I came here."

Pathik studied him, remaining quiet for the next few minutes as Harry pondered his words. Birds chirped around them and some even came to perch on the monk's shoulders and legs, making Harry miss Hedwig. His old friend had been gone for a long time by the time Harry had died.

"The Avatar can talk with his past lives," Pathik remarked, shrugging slightly to not jostle the animals on his shoulders. He dipped his hand into a pocket in his clothes and pulled out some bird seed. The birds flocked to his hands, some small enough to fit in his palm. "Why do you not feel the same?"

"I don't… Before I… came here, I could talk with my friends and family from before. I don't even know if the rock will work now, in a different world and with a different body."

"The magic did not follow the body, Haran. It followed your soul and your soul was delivered here, to become an airbender. For what reason, you may yet find out if you wait with me here for a few days."

Harry raised an eyebrow and then stretched his body, standing up. "At least, I had my heat a few days ago. I don't have anything to distract me while I explore this temple."

Pathik dipped his head in a nod and then flopped back, disrupting the birds who had finished their seeds, onto the stone ground. "I will be here if you have other questions."

"Hermione would be so pleased to see me now," Harry muttered as he walked off, stepping over some ruins of the temple. He really didn't expect to find anything else as he wandered through the three mountains that housed the temple.

There were three pagodas of the temple, each connected by bridges that were toiling into disrepair. There were wisps of spiritual energy everywhere he looked and as he peered right at one, it turned into an older woman, who had an arrow on her bald head. Harry flinched and continued walking, turning down a narrow hallway of one of the pagodas and finding a pile of skeletons. Skeletons that wore tatters of Air Nomad clothing were surrounded by helmets of Fire Nation soldiers. The wisps of energy in the hall all turned into women, some old, some young while others were just children, all with wide, fearful eyes. Shouts and cries filled the hallway, screams and the smell of burning flesh filled his nose and he ran, backing up and out of the temple itself and down into one of the smaller buildings. He breathed a sigh of relief at the fresh air and looked around at where he had ended up as his heart slowed down.

This building looked like it was used as a stable, big windows opening up to the outside on the walls. Though there was no glass in the windows now, probably having been burned out by the fire benders. He wondered what kind of animal the Air Nomads used that lived in stables as big as this, noting the big, metal ring in the center of the aisle. Perhaps a teething ring for young animals with big jaws.

He hesitated at going further into the stables, hearing the scratching and clawing and cries of spider bats further inward. Harry sighed again and then headed the way he came, walking over the bridge again and heading into the main pagoda, looking up at the beheaded statue of a past airbender. Or maybe it was a past Avatar. He idly looked around for the head of the statue and saw it in the corner, walking over towards it and staring down at it.

He let out a noise of consideration and then moved into a bending stance, sweeping his feet around and bent the air underneath the head of stone. He breathed into the moves and watched as he bent the stone head up, up, up onto the shoulders of the statue. A statue of a middle aged woman sat before him, her long hair flowing down on her back and her arms crossed in front of her.

The arrow was once again on her forehead, like his scar had been on his in his old world.

"I was Avatar long ago, the Air Nomad chosen before Aang."

Harry let out a quiet yelp and turned to his left, seeing the hazy, spirit next to him. The woman looked like she was in her mid 60's, her grey hair curling around her in a braid. It made her look fierce, despite what Harry knew of the Air Nomads.

"So it was… you, Kuruk, Kyoshi, Roku and then Aang?"

"Yes. You are the one who can see the long dead. You have a very strong connection to the spirit world, young one."

He sighed as he studied her. She looked like she was about to drift off, like she wouldn't be here for very long. "I have… questions."

Avatar Yangchen peered at him with her grey eyes. "I do not know who brought you here, young Air Nomad, but I am pleased. You and Aang need to meet each other. You are young and yet very old. He will need guidance."

"But…"

"You are a natural airbender. Whoever brought you here must have seen that. Together, perhaps you and Aang can rebuild the Air Nomads."

"Alright. But what about your culture? I wasn't born when your culture was still alive."

Yangchen's eyes narrowed and then she turned, whistling to the other spirits around her. "Some of us have trouble getting to the spirit world, young man. If we tell you all, will you aid them in traveling to the spirit world?"

"How come they have trouble? Shouldn't it be…"

"Spirits of a violent death often have trouble finding their way."

Harry nodded and then gestured to the outside of the temple, to the late evening sun. "It'd be nice to do this outside, I think."

By the time Harry was finished guiding the spirits to the spirit world, night had fallen and the remains of his dinner sat next to him. The spirit of Avatar Yangchen had since vanished and Harry was alone but for Guru Pathik, who he had rejoined. The stars twinkled above them in a cloudless sky and Harry now knew a lot about the Air Nomad culture and what the world had lost when Fire Lord Sozin had wiped them out.

Being the spiritual aid to the spirits had exhausted him mentally and physically, and he had learned how to meditate into the spirit world. He exchanged idle glances with the Guru and then flopped backward onto the stone underneath him, curling the cloak around him for warmth. Sleep met him easily as the settled spiritual energy around him lulled him into dreamland.

A rough tongue met him late at night as it licked up his face. He yelped, startling awake and jolting upward only to hit the big head of the creature who had awoken him. Harry's eyes widened as he looked up at the animal that had joined him and the monk, seeing the six feet and the large body. It almost looked like a bison, with big, sturdy looking horns that jutted out of its head. He knew that the ghostly airbenders had said that they bonded with air bison but he hadn't imagined… This sky bison was huge.

It also had an arrow that spanned the length of its body, from head to really big tail.

"He is a sky bison," Guru Pathik remarked quietly. "One in pain."

Harry watched as the bison stared down at them with dark brown eyes, eyes that spoke of pain and fear. Though there was at least a little confusion in them too as he looked Harry over. His heart skipped a beat at the look and realized what the bison thought of him.

"Oh, I'm not the Avatar. I'm sorry," Harry whispered, tentatively reaching out a hand to wait. "But you look like you've been through some shit."

"He is looking for Aang," Pathik said, searching the bison's eyes. "They were the first airbenders and this one has been through a lot."

Harry started to get up but then the bison growled, glaring down at them. He sat back down, crossing his legs, and Guru Pathik copied him, grinning a little. The moon was still out, still shining brightly down at them and Harry smiled a little, looking up at the bison.

"You're alright now. We won't hurt you."

The bison growled again, this time a little quieter, but Harry stayed on the ground, hearing Pathik start to snore. Harry slowly fell back asleep too, dropping his arm to the ground and curling up in his cloak.

Loud, snuffling breaths woke him up a few hours later, accompanied by the first few streams of light. Harry slowly woke up, blinking his eyes open, seeing Pathik wake up as well. The older man gestured up to the small meditation circle over on the high cliff.

"Go get some fruit and make a trail up there so our friend knows where we are."

Harry nodded and quietly stood up, stretching and rocking on the heels of his feet before walking off to gather the fruit. As he gathered enough fruit, chewing on one piece, he laid a trail up to the meditation spot, joining the Guru and sitting down to wait.

The bison woke up not an hour later and Harry watched in delight as the creature began to follow his trail, chewing on each piece of fruit that Harry had laid out. The sky bison trotted up the cliff, leaving little puffs of air in his wake and finally made it up to where Harry was standing.

Guru Pathik stood next to him, a rolled up piece of parchment in his hands. "Ahhh, it is good to see you, my friend. I hope you slept well."

The bison grumbled low in his throat and Harry grinned and held out a tentative hand. The sky bison took a step closer and touched his nose to Harry's palm, snuffling and gave him a lick.

"You're friends with the Avatar, right?" Harry questioned.

The bison dipped his head in a nod, looking at him like they were already friends, like he could sense the air bender spirit within him. Harry grinned back and stroked the bison's nose and muzzle, enjoying wrapping his fingers within the thick strands of fur.

"I can see where Aang is, with your permission," Guru Pathik offered, stepping closer to. "Your energy is entwined with the Avatar's."

The bison groaned out happily and flopped onto his side, offering them his belly. Harry smiled even wider and watched as Guru Pathik reached out with his hand and tracked the bison's chakras, speaking in soft words to the creature.

"You were full of so much love but fear is moving in where trust should be. I had a vision of helping the Avatar and yourself long before today and now I can help you both. I can help the Avatar gain control of his Avatar State. Ahh, here. You know where the Avatar is in your heart now."

The bison groaned contentedly and as soon as Guru Pathik stood back, the animal shuffled up and onto his legs.

"Mind if I attach this to your horn? It is for the Avatar."

The bison nodded and Guru Pathik reached up, tying the parchment to one of the creature's horns.

"I'm coming with you too," Harry whispered, looking into the bison's eyes. "I want to meet the Avatar and reveal myself. I hope my presence won't be a bother."

The bison rumbled deep in his throat and nudged his head right into Harry's chest. Harry laughed and stroked his fur, a meeting of kin, of airbender meeting original airbender. He had always felt alone before, missing something that he didn't know, but now… Harry already had his things packed up in a duffel and leapt up, bending the air around him to aid in his jump up onto the bison's back.

The bison roared out happily, loud and overjoyed as Harry settled onto his back.

"Take care, Haran."

"You too. Thanks for the advice." Harry bowed to the older man and then felt the bison's muscles clench beneath him and they lifted up and off into the sky. Harry whooped out and the bison roared again, beating his tail heavily as they flew.

"It'll be nice to know your name," Harry whispered, melting into the bison's fur and holding on tightly. The bison rumbled again, low in his throat, almost like a laugh and Harry grinned, watching the ground pass beneath them.

It was a week of flying until they reached the capital of the Earth Kingdom, Ba Sing Se. Harry's eyes widened as they reached the big, walled in city, with the three rings and the walls surrounding them. Night had fallen as they reached the Inner Ring, having bypassed the Outer Wall and the Inner Wall as well as the farmland that was between the Outer Wall and the city itself.

Harry slipped down onto the bison's head, the better to see the city down below. "This is the biggest city I've seen in… so many years. So many."

The bison underneath him groaned and slowed down in the air, below the clouds in the sky, and hovered briefly, his ears perking up. Harry raised an eyebrow and held on as the bison dived down to the city, skimming above rooftops before finding a place to land. Harry looked around at the city as they landed in the tiny square, seeing the guy in a green and black robe that had a green circle edged in gold on the chest in front of them.

The man held a whistle to his lips and smirked at them, the overbearing alpha scent of the man filling the air. "Good to see you have good hearing, bison. You are to stay with me for the time being. I have plans to tend to."

Harry's eyes narrowed and he flipped off his cloak and moved to bend the air around him, pushing it forward just as the guy moved into a bending stance. Harry pushed the air towards the man in an air spear, pushing the guy onto his back. The man yelled out in surprise, having not seen Harry under the cloak.

"Who are you? What…"

Harry slipped down from the bison's back, sparing a glance to him. "Whatever your name is, roar and roar loudly. The Avatar will hopefully hear you. I'll keep this man back."

The man in the green robe backed up, moving rapidly to bend the earth around them right at Harry. The bison behind Harry roared, loud and angry, pissed off. Harry bent the air near him and pushed the piece of earth off to the left, skipping circles around the man as the guy stayed planted in the stone.

Torches were lit and the citizens of the Earth Kingdom woke up around them. Yells filled the air and Harry dodged out of the way of a pair of earthen handcuffs, leaping up into the air and bending the air in another spear right at the man, vaguely wondering who he was. It had seemed like the guy had known who the bison was, had known the bison was the Avatar's companion.

He rolled across a wall next to him, staying in front of the bison, and came up close to the man and pushed. The man yelped and flew backward and then glowing filled the air and Harry turned to look, to the north where it was coming from.

The Avatar had arrived, a glider in his hands, and an arrow on his head, as he practically flew into the small square. Three teenagers came after him, their eyes wide. Harry could sense bending energy in two of them, possibly one water bender and one earth bender as they all surrounded the bison and Harry.

In the chaos, the man had fled and Harry slowly dropped down to the ground, taking in the young boy who was the only other human airbender in the world. His eyes were glowing but the light slowly faded and grey eyes took their place, grey, wide eyes.

"APPA!"

Harry grinned as all four kids went straight for the bison, with the Avatar jumping right onto the newly named Appa's head. There was a smaller, lemur like animal who flew onto Appa's head too, wrapping its winglike hands around Appa's fur. They stayed like that for a few minutes of companionable silence, the quiet filled with joy.

Harry took in the appearance of the Avatar, seeing the young boy in front of him. He looked to be around 12 years old but Harry knew and could sense the Avatar spirit within him. This kid was more than 112 years old, given the way that the Avatar cycle worked. And the Avatar had been around for hundreds of years, perhaps even thousands.

The Avatar was also a beta while the waterbender girl was an alpha. The earthbender girl was another alpha and the nonbender boy was an alpha too, their scents mingling with their respective bending abilities.

"Uh… I hate to be the one to break the quiet but uh, Aang, did you see him airbend?"

Harry's lips twitched up at the remark, coming from the earthbender, the blind girl that was staring right at him. The little magic he had hummed underneath his skin and the air tickled his hair, his alpha center perking up at a delicious scent. He turned to look around at the rooftops that surrounded them, trying to see where that scent was coming from.

The scent of fire, of pain, fear and anger and omega. His mate. He inhaled deeply, pulling in some air that circled a few houses away and scented that and then the teenagers in front of him drew his attention. Aang, the Avatar, the only other human airbender, looked at him with wide eyes. Eyes that had seen a lot already and that would see so much more.

"My name's Haran, but you can call me Harry. I'm from the Northern Air Temple," Harry said, shrugging. "I was born there 16 years ago and I can airbend."

Aang continued to stare at him, blinking and rubbing his eyes.

"I want to join your group," Harry finished, looking to Appa, who rumbled. "Besides, I think Ba Sing Se is in trouble, at least politically speaking. Or in trouble from the Fire Nation too. I saw that drill as Appa and I flew in."

Tears pooled in Aang's eyes. "You… really are an airbender."