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GOD SAVE THE CHILDREN
By: tweety-src-clt9
CHAPTER SIX: In Complacency, Lessons Are Learned
Draco Malfoy knew that he made the right choice when he decided to swear his allegiance to the House of Potter. If not for the certainty that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger would one day rule the British Magical Community as its future leaders, then the fact that they were very nice people who could help him change himself and the House of Malfoy for the better was a good enough reason for supporting the Golden Couple.
Ever since his father's incarceration, life started to get better for him. Yes, he might have lost his influence in Slytherin, even his supposed wingmen, Crabbe and Goyle, abandoned him but he'd never felt as at peace with himself as he did now. He felt so content to be away from the clutches of his father. That way, he and his mother could finally start anew. Maybe he'd reshape the bad reputation of the Malfoy name into something good.
What he loved most about his new status as a nobody in the house of snakes was the fact that he could easily blend in and eavesdrop on conversations. It was easy to discover secrets and plans that way.
The biggest blessing of all, however, was the cancelation of his betrothal contract to Pansy Parkinson. Since Edmund Parkinson was wary of how long he would be able to hold on to the Malfoy wealth, he opted out so his precious daughter could search for a better offer. He was so relieved when he got the letter while Pansy cried her heart out.
There was only one thing left to do. He had to make sure that he would rebuild the dark history of the name of Malfoy by doing something worthwhile. And then, he would approach Lord Adrian Greengrass so he could formally start courting Astoria, the only girl who truly saw through him. She was the girl who made him so happy when he was a little boy that he actually promised to himself that he would marry her one day. Astoria was the only person who saw him as just Draco. She played with him and talked to him like he was a normal person. She never saw him as a rich heir. She only wanted to befriend him.
Since the Malfoys were known to be of the darker allegiance while the Greengrass family were neutrals, Lord Greengrass was wary of him. Because of that, he only got to see Astoria during parties their families were both invited to. With Pansy always following him around, it was hard to spend more time with the girl whom he truly thought of as his one true friend.
At least when Astoria started going to Hogwarts, he could see her every day from her chosen spot in the Hufflepuff table. Her being in Hufflepuff just highlighted why he had always liked her. She was kind, good, and special. He wanted to be like her. And now, he could finally have that chance.
Nobody but Daphne, his fellow Slytherin and Astoria's older sister, knew about his secret friendship with Astoria. Now that they were both at Hogwarts, he handed Daphne letters for Astoria and thankfully, Daphne agreed. Daphne suspected that he had special feelings for Astoria but he shrugged it off as brotherly affection. Someday though, when she was older, he was determined to pursue Astoria and to one day gain her approval. He truly believed that there's no one else who could make him become a better person. He wanted to be better for Astoria. She inspired him to see goodness and light. So, he would gladly change himself for the better.
With his resolve to do good and to be worthy of someone like Astoria, he walked toward the corner of the library that he knew was frequented by Hermione Granger and her closest friends. He had important news to tell Harry Potter. As their spy and ally in Slytherin, he had to tell them about a vicious plot against the Golden Couple.
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Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Luna looked up from their books when they heard a throat clearing. When they saw the worried glint in Draco Malfoy's eyes, Harry started the conversation.
"Malfoy? Is there anything – "
"Potter," Draco started to say but he glanced around. He was about to speak again when Hermione held her hand up. Hermione flicked her wand and muttered charms that would prevent them from getting overheard and seen. It would do them no good if everyone knew about their secret alliance with Draco Malfoy. What use would he be as a spy if everyone saw them together?
"Sorry, Draco. Just had to make sure that you wouldn't be seen," Hermione said.
"Yeah, sorry about approaching you here in such a public place but there's something you should know," Draco continued and the Golden Couple nodded. Neville and Luna knew better than to intervene in the conversation. They sensed that there was more to the dynamic between their two friends and Malfoy so they kept quiet.
"I overheard that Viktor Krum plans to challenge you to an honor duel tomorrow morning at the Great Hall. According to pureblood tradition, honor duels for a maiden's hand is customary most especially when the lady in question is a popular one – "
"That conceited self-centered git! What the hell am I? A piece of land? A trophy to be won?" Hermione said with gritted teeth. Her right hand that was holding a quill tightened into a fist before a tiny ball of flame burned the feather.
"Darling, stop," Harry gently gripped Hermione's arm as he shot a gust of wind to the flame in her hand.
Hermione snapped out of it and she blushed when she saw the ashes. Luna was quick on the uptake and she immediately handed her friend a new one.
"Thanks, Lu. I'm sorry, love. You too, Draco. It's just – argh! It just makes me so angry how women are treated as property to be stamped ownership on," Hermione was much calmer now.
"I understand, Hermione. Er, there's more to the plan but, er, you might want to calm down first," Draco said awkwardly. He was frightened of her reaction to the next bit of news.
Harry chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders. When the couple nodded, Draco took a deep calming breath before he started speaking again.
"Viktor Krum already has a second in mind, a big bad guy in Durmstrang. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to catch the name though. Anyway, he's bragging about getting you seriously injured Harry, not just physically but mentally, I think. He says he has this special spell just for you. I'm sure you know that only the Unforgivable Curses are not allowed during honor duels. I'm so sorry but that's all I was able to gather," he shrugged.
"Wow…" Harry muttered.
"I'm not a great wizard Harry but I'll be your second," Neville volunteered.
"I want to – "
"Sorry, Hermione. You can't be the second because, er, you're the one they're fighting over," Draco interrupted Hermione's words.
"Thank you so much for telling us about this, Draco," Hermione smiled gratefully.
"Of course," he nodded.
"Maybe we should go to the room and train," Luna suggested.
"Er, I guess I should go – " Draco was about to turn away but Harry called his name.
"Do you want to join us?" Harry inquired. Draco glanced at Hermione who nodded in encouragement.
"Are you sure?" Draco hesitantly asked.
"Of course, we are… Lu, Nev, you're fine with Draco joining us, right?" Hermione turned to their other friends.
"Well, I trust you guys, so if you say he's okay, then why not?" Luna shrugged.
"I suppose so. Malfoy's been a right git to us but if he came all the way here to warn you guys, then I guess he's alright," Neville said.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry for being a right git, Longbottom. You too Lovegood," Draco said sincerely. Luna only smiled at Draco while Neville gave him a pensive look before nodding at him.
"Great! Since nobody can know about our alliance, I hope you're fine with hiding underneath a cloak, Draco," Harry chuckled.
"A Cloak?! Oh… I see…" Draco finally understood how the Boy Who Lived managed to go sneaking about the castle without ever getting caught.
"Here you go," Harry threw a silky cloak in his direction which he easily caught with both hands.
"Er, Hermione?" Draco muttered shyly.
"Yes?" Hermione replied as she gathered her things.
"Do you think – er, can you show me how to be an elemental?" He asked.
"Of course! I want to help others learn their elemental affinity… Do you feel a connection to a particular element? Like Seamus with fire, Nev with Earth, Harry Air?" Hermione's eyes lit up in excitement.
"Well I don't know really, maybe I'm just ordinary. I haven't felt a particular pull like that," Draco replied.
"All wizards and witches have a natural elemental affinity. It's the origin of magic after all. Anyway, I guess I'll have to see what your affinity is. I'm so excited! I've never checked a person's affinity before because Harry, Nev, Lu, and Seamus have always known their affinity so I directly showed them the basic techniques for their elements. This will be so fun!" Hermione gushed. Neville and Luna chuckled at her display of excitement while Harry only kissed the top of her head.
"Wow! Um, thank you," Draco was surprised at Hermione Granger's willingness to help. Considering the shit he put her through in their years at Hogwarts, he was astounded at her kindness.
"You're welcome. That's what friends are for. Besides, as the Avatar, it's my responsibility to help people," Hermione shrugged. When the four friends stood from their seats, Draco hid under the Cloak of Invisibility as he followed the group.
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"Well… Welcome to the Room of Requirement, Draco!" Harry gestured around the room that provided them with their training area. There was an area for Luna so she could play with water, a place filled with rocks for Neville, an empty space for him so he could practice air bending, and what should have been Seamus' area for fire bending was now just an empty space since they didn't know Draco's affinity yet.
"How did you guys know about this room?" Draco was awed.
"A very special friend," Hermione answered with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"So… what should I do?" Draco asked as he rubbed his arm to calm his nerves.
"Just stand over there and I'll come to you," Hermione replied. "Er, Nev, Lu, love, maybe you guys should start with your warm-ups?"
"Nah! Later. I want to watch this," Harry grinned and the other two nodded at that.
"Oh alright!" Hermione rolled her eyes as she walked to Draco.
Hermione gently pressed her right hand on Draco's forehead while her left hand was pressed on his chest. "Close your eyes, Draco," she said to him. When Draco followed her instruction, she too closed her eyes and focused her attention on the magic that she could feel from within him.
Hermione glowed for a few minutes before she let go of Draco Malfoy. When she opened her eyes, the glow dissipated. "You're a fire bender, Draco. You're just like Seamus," she grinned.
"Oh. Wow! My element's fire. Amazing, I thought I was like Harry, an air – er, bender, that's the term, right?" Draco was shocked.
"Yes, a person who can manipulate the elements is called a bender… So, love, Nev, Lu, I want to see you start with the basics. Nev, I want to see you do the stance. Focus on the vibrations on the ground. Lu, I want you to practice with the flow of the water, the waves, the push and pull of the tide… Love, well, you'll be practicing on the air glider soon, so you should focus on your balance and breath… Draco, you come with me," Hermione said.
Draco gulped as he followed Hermione to the empty space. He was certain that he wanted to learn elemental magic. He had to admit though that he was slightly afraid of his teacher. Who wouldn't be afraid of the Brightest Witch of the Age and the Most Powerful Elemental Mage in Britain?
The rest of the afternoon, Hermione taught Draco the fundamentals of keeping the warmth in a fire bender's breath. When Hermione showed him the twelve positions of the Dancing Dragon, he was mesmerized and determined to master fire bending even more.
After showing Draco the basics, Harry and Neville practiced a combined technique of dueling spells and elemental bending in preparation for Viktor Krum's challenge tomorrow. Both wizards dueled against Luna, Hermione, and Draco just to strengthen their team dynamics and to heighten their awareness.
When Draco separated from the four just in time for dinner in the Great Hall, he felt relieved that Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom could successfully win a duel against Viktor Krum and his second. More importantly, he was happy to learn something new and to have made new allies – well friends – in the people whom his father wanted him to despise. Oddly enough, he only found acceptance, understanding, and support in his new circle that comprised of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood. For him, the fact that they easily accepted him into their fold meant a lot given how much he bullied them in the past.
There really was goodness and kindness in people. And for that, he was so honored to have been accepted by them. Not only was he learning something new, but he also found a group of people whom he truly wanted to be friends with. Maybe by spending time with them, he could change into a better person – someone he aspired to be.
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The next day, Harry and Hermione were on alert as they met in the Gryffindor Common Room. If Krum were to push through with his plans today, they knew they were ready. Neville and Harry had awesome dynamic as a dueling tandem but they couldn't help feeling worried. They have easily conquered the challenges they have faced so far due to their knowledge from their past timeline but this – Viktor challenging Harry for Hermione's hand – was something that they never expected to happen.
Also, despite the intelligence from Draco Malfoy about Krum's plan, they didn't know about his mysterious second. They also didn't know about the spell that Krum wanted to use on Harry which made them even more anxious.
Hermione already briefed Sharpfang and Riptooth about the possibility of trouble happening this morning. The goblins wanted to pull them out of Hogwarts right away but Harry insisted that he needed to defend their relationship. If he hid behind the goblin guards, he would appear weak and undeserving of Hermione. So, they reluctantly agreed. Sharpfang growled though that should Viktor and his second try an Unforgivable Curse, they would be cleaning dragon shit for the rest of their lives in the dungeons of Gringotts.
When Neville walked down the stairs, he had a determined glint in his eyes as he nodded to his two friends who were cuddling on the couch. Harry returned the gesture while Hermione smiled at him. The couple stood from the couch and together, all three friends walked to Ravenclaw Tower. All three of them were quiet and lost in their own thoughts.
Luna was already waiting outside her dorm so when her friends arrived, they were shocked. She only gave them a dreamy smile as she said, "I know that you're all stressed out, so I reckon that it's best to wait for you here."
Luna hugged each of her three friends before she took Neville's arm as they walked towards the Great Hall.
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As the benches of the Great Hall slowly filled up with students, the four friends were uneasy. When Harry's eyes connected with Draco's and the blonde Slytherin gave a discreet nod, the message was immediately understood. Krum's plan would push through.
"Hermione, I just got the signal from Draco. It's still on," Harry whispered to Hermione's ear. She turned to him and sighed. They both wanted to avoid any confrontation of sorts. They had more important things to focus on – the final battle with Voldemort. They really didn't need minor distractions like Viktor Krum and his silly obsessions.
They heard a clearing of a throat and they turned to Neville. Their fellow Gryffindor gestured with his lip seemingly pointing to a particular direction. Harry discreetly glanced to where Neville was gesturing to and he immediately gripped the Elder Wand in his pocket. Hermione feigned nonchalance but he could feel her preparing for an attack since she was deeply breathing – the most important part of fire bending. In case there would be foul play, she was clearly eager to provide back-up.
"Excuse me," the gruff voice of Viktor Krum interrupted their breakfast.
"Hello, Mr. Krum? What can we do for you?" Harry asked with his arm wrapped around Hermione's waist. It was an action that didn't escape Viktor's notice and he immediately frowned at that.
"I vant to challenge you for Hermioninny's hand. I think you don't deserve her," Viktor said formally and everyone gasped.
Harry turned to Hermione who now had a prominent frown on her face before facing Viktor once again. "My Hermione is not a piece of land that anyone can just challenge me for – but I accept! You only want her because of her powers. But for me, I love her because she's my best friend, my fiercest supporter, and she's the one I can't imagine living my life without. So… If I have to defend my right to be with the love of my life then I accept. I'll do anything for Hermione," Harry said passionately. He was looking into the warm chocolate brown eyes that bewitched his very soul as he held Hermione's hand. He raised her hand and pressed his lips against her knuckles.
"You better defeat this wizard in under ten minutes, Potter! If not, you're not getting snogged for a month," Hermione said mischievously and he chuckled.
"As you wish, my lady," Harry winked before he stood from his seat.
"Choose your second," Viktor said.
"Neville Longbottom," before Harry could say Neville's last name, the Gryffindor already stood from his seat beside Luna.
Viktor looked at Harry and then to Neville before he released a sinister chuckle. "You honestly think you can defeat me and my second with this," Viktor gestured to Neville. The Longbottom heir gritted his teeth but he reined his temper in. No need to lose one's cool during a fight. A hothead could only cause one's downfall.
"Neville Longbottom is our best friend. He's a great wizard," Hermione defended Neville.
"I'll show you what a great wizard really is, my sweet," Viktor said smugly and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Krum, Mr. Potter! What is the meaning of this?" Minerva McGonagall, the newly appointed headmistress, finally snapped out of her shock and she hurriedly approached the arguing wizards.
"The House of Krum is challenging the House of Potter for the hand of Ms. Granger," Viktor replied.
"Mister, I mean, Lord Potter is this true?" the headmistress wanted confirmation from her cub. It was such a difficult concept to understand. How could this idiot Bulgarian think that Hermione would just give up on Harry like that? Also, did Viktor Krum actually think that Harry Potter would easily hand over his soulmate just like that? There must be something in Durmstrang that's making their students such stupid idiots, with a cowardly Death Eater for a headmaster what could you really expect.
"I'm afraid so, headmistress. In fact, I've known about his plans since I have an ally who told me," Harry answered.
"I see… Ms. Granger are you sure about this?"
"Of course, headmistress. I'm sure my Harry and Neville can win this silly duel." Hermione Granger sounded so exasperated that the headmistress wanted to laugh. To keep her stern reputation though, she stopped herself from chuckling and glared at the Durmstrang Champion instead.
"Professor Flitwick, maybe you can assist in this duel?" the headmistress called the new deputy.
"Of course, headmistress… So, do you boys have a schedule for this duel?" Professor Flitwick who trailed behind the headmistress, along with the other heads of house, panted his reply.
"I vant it now," Viktor insisted and Professor Flitwick glanced at Harry.
"Might as well get it over with," Harry shrugged.
Professor McGonagall sighed. She was confident that Harry Potter could do this. The lad defeated a basilisk for Merlin's sake. The sixty-foot basilisk who dared to petrify Hermione Granger at that! So, she knew that this would just be like a walk in the park for her cub. Maybe by showing to the rest of the wizards what he was willing to do to defend his relationship with his soulmate – his wife in secret – no one would ever challenge Harry Potter for Hermione Potter nee Granger's hand ever again.
Pointing her wand to her throat, the headmistress announced, "all students who want to watch the honor duel between the House of Krum and the House of Potter for the hand of Ms. Hermione Granger, please proceed to the Quidditch Pitch. Classes in the morning are suspended."
"Mr. Longbottom shall be Mr. Potter's second… Mr. Krum, who is yours?" Professor Flitwick asked the Bulgarian.
"I am Viktor's second," Igor Karkaroff smirked.
The headmistress of Hogwarts wanted to intervene but Hermione beat her to it. "You better win this, Lord Potter. This should be very easy for you and Neville," Hermione smirked back at the Durmstrang Headmaster before lovingly kissing Harry's lips.
"I love you, my Lady," Harry whispered when they pulled apart for air.
"I love you too, Harry… Now get in there and defeat the nuisance," she said haughtily. Harry chuckled before he kissed his wife's cheeks. Of course, Luna didn't want Neville to feel left out so she leaned in and pecked Neville on the lips.
Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom walked toward the Quidditch Pitch with their respective ladies on their arm. They had shit-eating grins on their faces but their eyes were hardened with determination. Meanwhile, Viktor Krum was confused and worried. He never expected Potter to know about his plan. In fact, if we were honest with himself, he felt scared. It seemed that he made a mistake in underestimating the Boy Who Lived.
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"This is an honor duel between the House of Krum and the House of Potter. All the unforgivable curses are forbidden. When an unforgivable is cast, the caster is immediately declared the loser. The first one who yields is the loser. Duelers understand?" Professor Flitwick pointed his wand to his throat so that every person gathered in the Quidditch Pitch could hear everything he said.
"The House of Potter accepts," Harry said.
"As the second of House Potter, the House of Longbottom agrees," Neville bowed to the dueling master.
"House of Krum agrees," Viktor said gruffly. Igor Karkaroff only nodded as if he was bored.
"Duelers to your stations. At the count of three, understood?" Professor Flitwick eyed both parties who only nodded in acknowledgment.
"One…"
"Two…"
"Three…"
"First who yields wins!"
Viktor Krum was about to fire his first spell, a non-verbal Reducto when he felt his wand being blown by a strong gust of wind that he ended up on his bum. He growled in anger. As he fumbled about to remove his extra wand hidden in his inner pocket. To his surprise, he felt the ground swallow his feet. He now had one free hand which he used to grope for his wand since his other limbs were trapped in solid rock.
Igor Karkaroff glanced at his champion and he screamed in anger. These two brats were using elemental magic they had learned from the mudblood which made the duel against their favor. If this was a battle of pure wand magic, then these brats never stood a chance. With their elemental magic though, this would be a tough duel to win.
Igor pointed a series of dark spells at Harry Potter but the teenager easily dodged them. He moved so fast that it seemed like he was gliding on air with every evasive tactic. He decided to focus on Longbottom, thinking that he was the weaker link, but the brat kept throwing rocks at him using elemental magic.
When Harry Potter's stunner hit Karkaroff squarely on the chest, he fell on his bum just like Viktor Krum.
Neville Longbottom raised his hands and locked the Headmaster of Durmstrang on the ground. Harry summoned Karkaroff's wand with an Expelliarmus and he easily caught it before throwing it to Neville.
Harry and Neville walked toward the two fallen wizards and they could see the hatred in Viktor's eyes.
"You are cheating!" Viktor spat.
Harry rolled his eyes and pointed his wand to Viktor, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Turning to the cowardly Death Eater, Harry pointed his wand to Karkaroff, "Ennervate!"
Igor Karkaroff looked up and saw Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom looking down at him. Turning to his champion who was now petrified, he was gobsmacked, angry, and humiliated. He could only glare at the two brats.
"Do you yield?" Harry Potter asked.
"Never!" Igor hissed.
Harry made a slashing movement on his wand and aimed at Karkaroff's legs. He used a non-verbal Sectumsempra so blood immediately oozed from the wounds as the Death Eater screamed in pain.
"Do you yield?" Harry tried again.
"I yield! I yield!" Igor panicked as he saw the blood oozing from his legs.
Filius Flitwick immediately approached the center of the pitch, his wand pointing on his throat, "The House of Potter wins!"
The crowd cheered, well at least the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and some students from Beaubaxtons. The Slytherins could only watch with their jaws dropped. Neville Longbottom, the pureblood they called squib, just performed elemental magic that successfully subdued the Headmaster of Durmstrang. Also, they were stunned at the display of Harry Potter's dueling skills. It seemed that the Boy Who Lived had some sort of advanced training. He dueled like a professional which reminded them of a very skilled auror.
The Bulgarian students could only wince at the sheer stupidity displayed by their headmaster and champion. If only they could board their ship and return home, they would. This was so embarrassing. The honor of Durmstrang just sank beneath the Black Lake because of Viktor's lust for the muggleborn girl who had so much power.
To everyone's surprise, instead of boasting his victory, Harry Potter only held Neville Longbottom's hand and raised it in the air briefly before turning to the bleeding Durmstrang headmaster once again.
Harry crouched down, pointed his wand to his throat, and said, "Karkaroff, I know you are a Death Eater so I'm going to make you a little deal… Leave Hogwarts after I say the counter curse and we can forget this ever happened."
The crowd was in shock. Harry Potter just outed the Durmstrang Headmaster!
"Fine! Fine! Just heal me, Potter!" Karkaroff pleaded.
"Vulnera Sanentur! Vulnera Sanentur!" Harry pointed his wand all over Karkaroff's wounds and they immediately started to close. When the wound was slightly better, Harry turned to Neville who only nodded in understanding.
Neville lowered his hands and the rocks that bound Karkaroff and Krum to the ground immediately lowered and disappeared. With that, the crowd cheered once again.
Hermione and Luna were the first to reach Harry and Neville. Luna immediately wrapped her arms around Neville while Hermione snogged Harry as promised.
Since the other professors were amused at the sight, nobody noticed the dark glint in Igor Karkaroff's eyes.
Harry lifted Hermione and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She kissed him passionately – pouring all her love, pride, and happiness that he easily won the duel.
With her back perfectly turned to the Durmstrang Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff made his move.
As a Death Eater, Igor Karkaroff was best heralded for his skills with poisoned blades. He carried one wherever we went as a back-up. So, he discreetly searched his inner pocket and when he found the poisoned dagger, he smirked.
Checking if no one else was paying him any attention, he lifted the dagger in his right hand as he waited for the perfect timing. When Harry Potter turned Hermione Granger around, with her back now facing him and the crowd too busy cheering them on, he had a clear shot.
With practiced precision that he perfected through the years, he threw the poisoned dagger, aiming for the mudblood's back and bull's eye.
The poisoned dagger hit Hermione Granger in the back!
"Ha – Harry," Hermione winced in pain as she pulled away from the kiss.
"Hermione – what?!" Harry panicked.
Before Hermione could fall to the ground, her body immediately entered into the Avatar State as a last resort defense mechanism. Hermione was floating on a bed of wind surrounded by magical flames with her body facing the ground.
Everyone saw the dagger pierced through her back and Harry screamed in a mixture of anger and agony.
Igor Karkaroff was laughing like a madman. He knew that he was going to die but at least he had redeemed his pride at getting bested by two teenage bastards.
Harry's magic rippled against his skin as a strong gust of wind trailed after him. With a mere raising of his hand, Igor Karkaroff was lifted thirty feet into the air before he was dropped like a free-falling rag doll on the ground.
When Igor Karkaroff's broken body hit the ground, Harry pointed his wand to the man, pouring all his anger into the spell and said, "Bombarda Maxima!"
Igor Karkaroff died with the pieces of his body and all of his blood splattering all over the Quidditch pitch.
Harry was still seething in anger but Luna held his hand so he could focus on the most important thing – healing Hermione.
"Harry… Please, stop! We have to save Hermione!" Luna pleaded.
At just the mention of Hermione's name, Harry seemed to have remembered the most important thing that he must do.
"Sharpfang! Riptooth! Take us to Gringotts! Now!" Harry yelled.
"We'll go with you, Harry!" Neville volunteered and Luna nodded in agreement.
"Lord Potter, please hold Avatar Hermione's hand and grab hold of this rope. We will be providing another portkey for your friends," Sharpfang handed Harry the portkey which he immediately accepted.
When Harry glanced at the smug look on the fake Mad-Eye Moody's face, he saw red. There was no time to think things through but he wanted to get his revenge on another Death Eater at the very least. Consequences be damned! All their plans to defeat Voldemort before the second task had all gone to waste with Hermione now on the brink of death.
Removing the Elder Wand from his secret pocket, Harry pointed it to the impostor and hit him with his strongest stunner.
"Lord Potter! What did you do – " the headmistress exclaimed.
"Professor, that Moody is Barty Crouch Junior! He is an impostor! Give him veritaserum so you can find the real Moody. Riptooth, take that bastard into custody after interrogation," Harry commanded.
"Of course, Lord Potter," Riptooth nodded.
Deciding to trust Harry's words, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall bound the supposed impostor to the ground while Professor Slughorn asked a house-elf to fetch him a vial of veritaserum.
"Hang on, Hermione… Hang on," Harry whispered with tears in his eyes as he held Hermione's hand. When the portkey activated, they disappeared.
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Beneath Gringotts, Blaze the Horntail roared angrily. Someone had hurt her goddess! They must pay! She had never even spent much time with her goddess and yet someone had already hurt her.
Blaze was thrashing around and roaring with fair that the goblin dragon handlers panicked.
When a dragon was uneasy, it could only mean that something bad had happened.
Since this dragon was the bonded creature to the Avatar, they knew that something must have happened to Avatar Hermione…
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Fawkes the phoenix felt the pain and the magical energy from Avatar Hermione ever so slowly fading away. As he felt the anguish from Harry Potter, the wizard he wanted to bond with, he disappeared in a blast of flame.
Harry Potter needed his help. Maybe he could help save Avatar Hermione too.
The world still needed the living embodiment of the Spirit of Magic in this world.
So, Fawkes must offer his help. If not, then at least he could be there for Harry Potter. The boy needed him.
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The last thing Hermione remembered was watching Harry and Neville dueling Viktor and Karkaroff. And then, when they easily won the duel, Harry made a deal with the Durmstrang Headmaster to leave Hogwarts immediately before he uttered the counter curse to the Sectumsempra. That was part of the strategy they agreed to do during Neville and Harry's training last night.
Everything went according to plan and she was just so relieved that Harry and Neville won the duel unscathed that she ran to her husband without a care in the world.
She snogged Harry senseless and she could feel her body being lifted from the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they continued kissing as the crowd cheered.
It was a desperate kiss because Harry had escaped danger again.
And then, there was an extreme pain on her back and she knew no more…
Where am I?
Hermione looked around and noticed that she was standing on a cliff overlooking a very beautiful beach. The water was so blue and peaceful.
"You've got to be kidding me! If I'm dead again, I'll go down in history as the worst Avatar ever!" she muttered as she tried to figure out where in the word she was right now.
Suddenly, she heard a loud sound – something like a roar but not quite. She looked up and saw a large animal flying through the air.
Hermione gasped as the white furry animal with brown arrow-shaped patches seemed to be heading to the cliff she was standing on. This animal was huge – a magical creature that she had never seen or read about before. It looked to be around ten tons and hovered in the air like it was swimming by moving its six paws and large fluffy tail. There were horns on its head and while it seemed fuzzy and cute, its sheer size made it intimidating too.
This animal was very strange. It looked to be a cross between a buffalo and a manatee but its body seemed to be like a water bear because it's so furry. When the large animal landed a few meters away from her, their eyes met.
The animal made a sound before it lightly bowed its large head.
"Hey big guy!" she tried greeting the animal to see how it would react. Again, it made the same sound.
She reckoned it seemed friendly so she moved closer.
When she was a foot away, the animal lowered its head so she could reach its snout. As soon as she touched the animal, she knew who it was.
"You're Appa, aren't you, buddy?" The animal made a sound of approval.
"You're so cute! You'll take me to Avatar Aang won't you?" Again there was the same sound of approval.
"Thank you, Appa," she lovingly patted the flying bison's snout and it licked her face in return which made her giggle. Appa was like a very large and cuddly flying bear.
Using air bending, Hermione jumped on Appa's back as she gripped on the reins. Through her connection to Aang, she remembered the signal, "Appa, yip yip!"
And with that, Avatar Hermione enjoyed her first flying trip on a sky bison's back…
oOOOOo
"Harry! We got here as soon as we can! What happened?" A tearful Emma Granger ran towards his direction.
"I'm sorry, Emma – there was a duel and Neville and I won – but we were careless and I – Hermione got hit! The poisoned dagger pierced through her back!" Harry stammered his explanation since he was crying too.
"Oh, Harry! Will she be alright?" Emma cried.
"I don't know, Emma… I really don't know… It seems really bad. According to Jewel, Hermione's goblin healer, if Hermione's Avatar powers didn't immediately take action, she would have been dead on the spot," Harry explained despite the tears falling down his cheeks.
"Can we see her, son?" Dan tried to be calm but his eyes showed the worry he felt. The handsome man looked severely aged in just a short span of time. The news of his daughter's condition clearly baffled him despite his effort to maintain a strong façade.
"I'm afraid that all we can do is wait, for now, Dan," Harry sighed.
"I see… Well, are there any updates yet?" Dan inquired and Harry could only shake his head to mean no.
"Oh, pup! I'm so sorry!" Sirius said.
Harry excused himself from Dan and Emma as he ran to his godfather's arms. Sirius immediately wrapped him in a warm embrace while Remus rubbed his back in support. He may be a forty-nine-year-old man inside but in times like these, he truly felt lost. It was like he was a child again and he just needed to cry on the shoulder of someone he completely trusted.
"Everything will be alright, pup! Hermione is a strong girl," Sirius reassured him.
"Yeah, cub. Padfoot is right! Your Hermione is a tough one. She's the Most Powerful Being alive after all! She'll survive this," Remus seconded.
"Siri! I came as soon as I heard," Amelia Bones entered the waiting area.
Harry pulled away from his godfather as he wiped his tears. Sirius turned to Amelia and greeted her with a loving peck on the cheek. Despite his fears for Hermione's life, he smiled a little at that. When Hermione woke up, he would regale her with tales of how besotted Sirius seemed to be. That piece of news should entertain her while she recovered. Please, Hermione... You have to fight and survive... We need you... I can't live without you... We promised to be in this together, so you can't just leave me now...
Sirius Black looked at Amelia Bones in a way that Harry had never seen in his godfather's eyes before. Sirius looked so in love and so happy that it made him wonder if he was the same when he stared at his Hermione.
Thinking of Hermione again, he felt the fear and sadness creeping into his heart. If Hermione died, all the trouble they had gone through in their previous life and all the efforts they made just to set things right would be for naught.
He couldn't do this without Hermione by his side.
She was his best friend, his confidante, his wife – she was his everything.
"Harry, are you alright?" Amelia reluctantly asked.
"I will be once Hermione wakes up, Madam Bones," he replied respectfully.
"Excuse me, boss, Director Ragnok would like a word with you," Tonks said as she stepped into the room. Harry noticed the way that the metamorphmagus immediately stole glances at Remus. It seems that love is in the air for the Marauders, Harry thought with amusement. Oh, Hermione! You have to wake up! We have to tease Sirius and Remus about this, he thought.
"Thank you for telling me, Auror Tonks. Siri, I'll be right back. Dan, Em, Harry, please be strong… The ministry has already asked the healers and researchers to look for alternative ways to cure Hermione," with that Amelia Bones left the room.
"Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks greeted.
"Hey, Tonks," he tried to smile.
"Oh, Harry! Hermione will be alright! That's the most badass witch in the world right there," Tonks tried to cheer him up.
"Dora… Now is not the time for – " Remus lightly admonished the young auror but Harry interrupted.
"It's fine Moony… Thank you, Tonks, for staying positive. I need that," Harry muttered.
"Ow!" Remus rubbed his shoulder because Tonks lightly punched him.
"See? Told you it was okay, Wolfie! You can be such a snob sometimes," Tonks teased. Harry actually chuckled at that. It seemed that even in this timeline, it was Tonks who actively pursued the shy and insecure werewolf.
"Maybe you and Moony can grab some food for all of us in vigil, Auror Tonks?" Harry winked.
"Come along, Wolfie! You heard the lad," Tonks mouthed 'thanks' to Harry as she pulled Remus away.
"Tonks has it bad for Remus… It's so adorable," Emma commented.
"They do make a cute couple," Dan added.
"They balance each other out," Harry agreed.
"Harry? How are you really? I heard… you killed a man?" Emma inquired gently.
"I know, Emma. But I had to. He hurt Hermione and I – I can't let him get away with it," Harry said with gritted teeth as he remembered the bastard Karkaroff. This felt like Dolohov hitting Hermione with a curse once again. Different Death Eater and method of injury but the impact was the same. Hermione was once again fighting for her life. The only difference was that this time around, he played a significant part in it. If only he wasn't careless, if only he subdued Karkaroff, if only he didn't allow himself to lose his situational awareness, Hermione would never have gotten hurt. He played a part in Hermione getting hurt. It was like the Department of Mysteries all over again and this time around, it was his complacency that got the better of them. At least before, he came to the ministry in the hopes of saving Sirius. But this! He could lose Hermione because of his carelessness and he just wanted to strangle himself.
"Thank you, son. Thank you for protecting our girl," Dan pulled Harry in for a hug. Emma rubbed Harry's back as Dan showed his gratitude. Harry didn't feel deserving of the thanks though because he was blaming himself for his stupidity.
They heard a melodic shrill so they ended their hug curious to see what it was. To their surprise, a beautiful bird appeared in a blast of flames. This bird's feathers were of red and gold color. Harry immediately recognized the majestic creature.
"Fawkes! What are you doing here?" Harry exclaimed as he extended an arm for the bird to perch on.
"Are you here to help, Hermione?" Fawkes made a sound that could only mean his agreement.
"Can you cry right now?" Fawkes shook his head to mean no.
"What about next week?" This time around, Fawkes sang a happy tune that could only be interpreted as a yes.
"Next week? Are you sure?" Harry confirmed. This was the first time that he truly felt hopeful.
Fawkes sang a happy tune once again before playfully nipping on Harry's ear.
"Oh, Fawkes! Thank you so much!" Harry was overwhelmed with joy. The phoenix flew around the waiting area before landing on top of a goblin statue.
Harry ran towards Hermione's hospital room and knocked frantically.
"Yes?" Jewel opened the door with a frown.
"Jewel, look!" Harry pointed to the phoenix resting on top of the statue.
"A phoenix!" Jewel exclaimed. Her eyes were filled with joy.
"Yes! That's Fawkes. He says that he can give us healing tears in a week… Do you think it will work?"
"It can work but we have to make sure that the Avatar will survive in the days before she can be given phoenix tears," Jewel explained.
"Can I – Can we see her now?" Harry pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Lord Potter. You can't see the Avatar yet… Hello Mr. and Mrs. Granger! I will let you know once the Avatar can have visitors," Jewel nodded respectfully before she closed the door again.
Harry sighed. He knew that this would be the longest week of his life.
The worst part, he could do nothing except to pray and to wait.
oOOOOo
Hermione was truly enjoying her ride on Appa. The friendly and cuddly flying bison was Avatar Aang's spirit guide many years ago. She wondered if there was a hidden colony of flying bison in the world. Maybe not, because if they still existed, the non-magicals will easily spot them, she thought sadly.
Appa landed on a small tropical island and she saw five young people playing on the beach with the younger version of Avatar Aang. When she jumped off Appa's back, she lovingly patted the flying bison's snout before waiting for Aang and his friends to notice her arrival.
"Twinkle Toes! Look! The new Avatar is here," a petite girl who seemed to be around twelve punched Aang on the shoulder. The girl had short black hair with a green headband. She also wore a green tunic and green trousers that ended a few inches below her knees. There were gold bands on her wrists and her ankles but she was barefoot. Her eyes were of a unique color too, like they were unfocused. She's blind, Hermione realized.
"Avatar Hermione!" Aang waved happily and she chuckled. Aang was truly so innocent and she was amazed at his child-like wonder.
"Hello, Avatar Aang," Hermione bowed respectfully.
With that, all of Aang's friends stopped goofing off. All six of them returned her gesture of formal greeting.
"Avatar Hermione, meet Team Avatar," Aang gestured to his friends.
"Meet Toph Beifong, the greatest earth bender of all time. She was the first to discover metal bending and she's my earth bending master," Aang gestured to the girl who called him Twinkle Toes.
"Hey, Hermione. My name's Toph," the little girl waved.
"Hi," she smiled.
To Hermione's surprise, Toph raised her hands and kicked the sand. There was now a sand statue that looked just like her on her right.
"Stop showing off, Toph!" An older boy in a blue tunic whose hair was tied in a man bun snorted.
"You're just jealous, Sokka," Toph blew him a raspberry.
"Toph, Sokka, stop it! You're embarrassing us," a beautiful girl with long black hair scolded the bickering duo.
"Ignore them, Avatar Hermione. The beautiful lady over here is my Katara, she's my water bending master and my wife," Aang introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Katara. Aang talks about you a lot," she grinned.
"Tell me about it," Toph rolled her eyes and they chuckled at that while Aang blushed.
"Shesh! This is taking so long! Hi, Avatar Hermione! My name is Zuko. I'm a fire bender," A handsome boy with a scar on his face introduced himself.
"Nah! Aang should do the introductions. You're too boring Fire Lord Zuko," Sokka remarked.
"That's Zuko. He's a Fire Lord and my fire bending teacher… Sokka is Katara's elder brother and he makes our battle strategies. Handy with a sword and a boomerang. Dated the moon spirit once," Aang introduced.
"You dated the moon spirit?" she was confused.
"He's a weirdo, Avatar Hermione," Toph smirked and Sokka huffed.
"I'm Suki, I'm a Kiyoshi Warrior. Handy with a fan and martial arts," a beautiful girl dressed in a female warrior's outfit that had some geisha elements on the design introduced herself.
"Hello Toph, Katara, Fire Lord Zuko, Sokka, and Suki," Hermione greeted everyone.
"Fire Lord Zuko!" Sokka and Toph pointed to the handsome boy while chuckling like idiots.
"Just call me Zuko, Avatar Hermione." The former Fire Lord seemed embarrassed.
"Right, sorry," she said sheepishly.
"So… Now that we're finished with the introductions… Hermione, did you enjoy your ride on Appa? Fun, huh?" Aang grinned.
"Appa's adorable! I haven't seen anything like him," Hermione praised and Appa made a sound that made them laugh.
"I'm glad that you already bonded with a spirit guide. You're Blaze is a beautiful majestic creature. Avatar Roku is so proud that a descendant from Fang's colony bonded to you," Aang said.
"Blaze sort of found me through Harry," Hermione chuckled.
"It's so cool that your man can talk to snakes," Toph smirked and Sokka tried to punch her shoulder but she easily dodged it.
"You two idiots should stop bickering. The Avatar is on borrowed time here," Suki admonished.
"Sorry," Toph and Sokka chorused.
"Avatar Hermione, I summoned you here because this will be the last part of your spiritual training. You have done a lot of significant changes which I am very thankful for… But your real work is about to start," Aang was all seriousness now.
"Huh? What do you mean?" she was confused.
"The reason why you were given a second chance at life is that in your time as the Avatar, there will be another Harmonic Convergence. It means that you will have to fight Vaatu in your journey as the Avatar," Aang explained.
"But – I thought – "
"In your previous life, your daughter will unleash Vaatu on the world causing darkness to reign all over… You cannot defeat your daughter because of personal attachment. So, we gave you a second chance," Aang expounded.
"Oh… I see," she muttered.
"All six of us, we will be training you so you can prepare for your big fight," Aang continued.
"We already have plans for Voldemort – "
"No! Voldemort is not your battle. He's your Harry's hurdle. What I'm talking about is your battle with Vaatu in seventy years," Aang interrupted.
"Oh…"
"First thing that you have to do is to establish your own team. You need to build a solid group of friends that will help you in your journey," Aang gestured to his friends who only smiled at her.
"Okay so I need a solid group of benders, right? I already have Harry, Luna, Neville, and Seamus," Hermione answered.
"Excellent choice on your first bending students. All of them have excellent potential… You can trust Draco too. So, if you include him in your group, you will only need one more. Someone who is not a bender," Aang suggested.
"Noted on that, Aang," Hermione nodded.
"Alright, let's start with Toph since she's the toughest teacher. It's time we improve on your earth bending, sand bending, and metal bending skills," Aang pointed to Toph who only kicked on the sand and a hardened ball immediately formed beside her.
"How long will I be here?" she just had to ask.
"Until we're finished teaching you all that you need to know," Aang replied.
"But Harry – and Voldemort! And our plans! He needs me," she was panicky now.
"Oh, sheesh! Your man can handle himself, Fiery Hair!" Toph interrupted and her friends stifled a laugh.
"Fiery Hair?" Hermione exclaimed.
"That's Toph. She likes calling people names. Hence, Twinkle Toes," Aang grinned.
"You're lucky I like you, Toph!" Hermione huffed before turning to Aang again.
"The Master of Death needs to learn how to fight his own battles. He's done it before and he will do it again now. You will awaken when the time is right," Aang insisted.
"Oh, alright! Lead the way Team Avatar," Hermione acquiesced. Since Avatar Aang was her mentor, who was she to argue? Besides, if she were to battle Vaatu during a Harmonic Convergence sometime in the future, then she better be prepared.
The balance of the spirit and mortal worlds rested on her shoulders.
If she wanted to bring a balance between good and evil, then she needed to learn as much as possible.
oOOOOo
The time had finally come for Fawkes to be able to shed some healing tears for Hermione. Thankfully, with the combined efforts of the goblin healers and the experts from St. Mungo's, they were able to preserve Hermione's body while she was in a semi-Avatar state.
Still on her bed of wind and elemental fire, Hermione looked to be the same as she once was – the dagger still on her back. They never attempted to remove it because if they could not pour any antidote to the poison, then she would die.
So, the healers only did their best to preserve her body until Fawkes would be ready.
And now, the time has finally come.
Jewel, the main healer assigned to Hermione's care, took a deep calming breath. With slightly shaking hands, she slowly pulled the dagger off the Avatar's back.
When the dagger was fully removed, Jewel winced when she saw the deep wound on the Avatar's smooth skin. She looked at the phoenix and nodded. It was time.
Fawkes flew around the room with a comforting melody for everyone. He then landed on the Avatar's floating body. Carefully leaning in, Fawkes dropped tears directly on the fresh wound.
Hermione started to shake so the four healers immediately grabbed hold of each of her limbs to help steady her. Jewel was very careful to not let any droplet of tears go to waste.
With bated breaths and hopes in their chest, they waited…
And then, the wound started to close until the skin was now smooth and completely healed.
Jewel started to chant to check if the Avatar was alright. A few minutes later, the diagnostic results were in. The Avatar was completely healed.
The only problem was she was still surrounded by elemental fire and a bed of air. She was still glowing.
It could only mean one thing – her spirit was undergoing a battle…
The healers could no longer do anything for her.
All they could do was wait.
oOOOOo
Harry was pacing outside Hermione's room while the Granger parents were gripping each other so tightly as they waited for any news. Sirius and Amelia were sitting together. Remus and Tonks were standing by a corner. Neville, Luna, Seamus, and the Weasley twins were also there. Draco wanted to come but as their spy, he had to stay at Hogwarts.
They all wanted to be there when the news of Hermione's recovery would be announced. They were all hopeful that she would awaken. Phoenix tears were the purest form of light magic. If Fawkes saved Harry from the basilisk venom, then surely Hermione would be healed too.
No one thought about the possibility of Hermione dying.
She just had to survive. She just had to.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, the door opened.
Instead of the happy and relieved look they were expecting, Jewel seemed confused, shaken, and frightened.
"What's wrong, Jewel? How is Hermione?" Harry voiced the thoughts of everyone in the waiting room.
"The wound is completely healed. The phoenix tears worked their magic to perfection – "
"Yes!"
"Thank God!"
"Merlin above! Thank you!"
They all cheered, cried, and hugged each other in relief.
"The Avatar is not awake!" Jewel shouted since all of them were too caught up in their celebrations.
"What?!" Harry was the first to hear Jewel's words.
Everyone stopped cheering as they turned to the goblin healer.
"The wound is healed and she is completely alright. The problem is that she won't awaken. She's in some sort of prolonged Avatar state… It's like her spirit is on a journey. We can no longer do anything for her. If she wants to come back, then she will… If not – "
"My baby! No!" Emma Granger pushed her husband's arms as she ran to her daughter's room. She was able to enter because Jewel was still talking to them and the door to Hermione's room was unlocked.
"Mrs. Granger – " Jewel tried to stop the aggrieved mother but Harry gently held her arm.
"Please, Jewel… Let Emma see her daughter…. Maybe, we can talk to her and she'll come back to us," Harry pleaded.
"Alright, my Lord," Jewel acquiesced.
Harry was about to enter the door but Jewel held his arm, "I am sorry, Harry. We tried our best… We can only hope she'll come back."
"I know, Jewel. Thank you," Harry tried to smile but he failed. He just couldn't accept the fact that he could still lose Hermione.
Harry entered Hermione's room while the rest quietly followed. Emma was already on her knees, crying her heart out.
Hermione was still there. Her eyes were glowing and she was now floating on her back. Her bed of wind and elemental fire seemed to be more peaceful now but she was still lost to them.
Harry crouched down and wrapped his arms around the distraught Emma.
"She will come back to us, Emma. She will come back," Harry said with as much confidence as he could muster. Please, Hermione, come back to us… We need you...
oOOOOo
"Master! Master!" Peter Pettigrew waved a copy of The Daily Prophet in the air. He had exciting news for his master.
"Quiet, you idiot!" the tiny rudimentary body that was Voldemort snarled.
"I'm sorry, my Lord, but I have excellent news for you," Peter spoke in a calmer voice this time.
"Then tell me what it is!" Voldemort said impatiently.
"The mudblood has been cured by the phoenix tears but she won't awaken. Maybe she never will – "
"Give me the paper!"
With slightly shaking hands, Peter dropped the paper on the space beside his master. Since Nagini was coiled around the armchair, Peter was too scared to upset the snake and its owner. Despite the ugly baby-like form of his master, the Dark Lord could still inflict the worst pain through his series of Crucios.
The Dark Lord read the paper for a few minutes before he looked up with a sinister glint in his eyes.
"Capture any ministry employee, Peter! We'll do the resurrection ritual soon. Any ministry employee can be used as the blood of the enemy. With the mudblood down, she cannot protect, Potter. I will regain my body and kill Potter. Maybe I can even transfer the mudblood's powers to me… It's time for Lord Voldemort to rise again…"
"Ye – yes, master!" Peter stammered.
"What are you waiting for you, idiot! Kidnap me a ministry official – NOW!" Voldemort hissed.
"Yes, master! Right away!" Peter stood straight as he tried to fight his shivers from showing.
"Don't you dare disappoint me, Peter. Crucio!" and with that Voldemort gave Peter Pettigrew a taste of the punishment that awaited him should he fail in his mission.
oOOOOo
Meanwhile, in the in-between, Avatar Hermione trained with the original members of Team Avatar as she learned about advanced forms of elemental bending, fighting, and the complete history of magic…
So far, she learned a startling revelation about her own history.
The reason why she was chosen by Raava to be the Avatar was because she's a descendant of Morgana Le Fay. She was chosen to regain the honor that was lost by the line of Le Fay because of Morgana's crimes against magic.
Lastly, she discovered that there's more to her and Harry just being magically compatible. She and Harry were destined to be life mates for a specific reason. They were both destined to restore the honor lost by their ancestors.
Harry for the Peverells – the people who started the wand revolution many years ago.
And her – for the crimes of Morgana Le Fay, the darkest witch in the time of Camelot.
A/N: As always, this chapter has an artwork on A03 so go check it out if you like pictures.
I love Appa and Toph! It's pretty obvious.
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P.S. Book 1 of the series "Avatar Hermione and the Master of Death" is almost finished. God Save The Children only has two more chapters left. I already have some scenes in mind for Book 2 but I can't think of a title yet.