Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own Avatar...I just like to play with them a bit.

Hau'Rii

By Starflower-Gem

Prologue

Harry stared in awe at the colossal building in front of him, squeezing his way through to the front of the crowd, mindless of his white quidditch uniforms even the the sea of muggles. That sort of thing just wasn't important when faced with this.

Somewhere inside that monument was a rocket set to launch in little more then an hour.

The land surrounding the building was sectioned off from the public by use of a huge spike-tipped fence. The grounds were already teeming with life as muggles scurried about making sure everything was as it should be and the area outside the fence was packed with eager civilians waiting to see the start of yet another epic journey to Pandora.

Large green eyes ate up all the details, as he kept up a running commentary to his friend on the phone. "Are you seeing this, Mione?" He chirped excitedly, practically bouncing in place.

A groan from over the line was his answer, 'You are so lucky Harry." Hermione moaned pitifully to her best friend, "I wish I could see this in person as well."

Harry could completely understand, watching an Avatar Launch (as the public had dubbed the event) on the telly was just not the same. Harry really was fortunate, if he didn't have a quidditch match in a few days he would be sitting next to Hermione back in England watching this larger then life moment on the 24 inch screen they had set up at the burrow. "Yeah, I wish you were here too." He breathed forlornly over the phone.

It wasn't a real muggle phone, those had a tendency to explode whenever Harry got his hands on them so Hermione had been forced to intercede and make Harry a magic friendly version.

Yeah, Hermione was bloody brilliant.

So brilliant, in fact, that she could easily get a job working on Pandora, as was her life long dream. But she would always laugh off Harry's earnest encouragement, saying he was exaggerating-as any good friend would.

Harry put the blame for that on her boyfriend's shoulders. Harry loved Ron like a brother, but it was no big secret that he was a little overbearing. He threw a fit every time Hermione even suggested that she might want to travel the world...let alone the universe. So, being the good girlfriend that she was, she had stopped mentioning it a long time ago.

Harry thought it was a real shame, but he was pretty much in the same boat. His own girlfriend, Ron's little sister, wasn't much better. All Ginny seemed to have on her mind these days was marriage. And Harry was quite sure he was not ready for that just yet.

A sigh from over the line tipped Harry off before Hermione even spoke, "I'm sorry Harry, I've got to go. Ron just got back, and you know how he is." Harry winced, feeling sorry for his friend, knowing that with Ron home she wouldn't be able to watch the launch after all. "I'll tell you all about it when I get home, we'll pull out the pensive and make a day of it." He promised solemnly.

"Thanks Harry." He could hear the sad smile in her voice, and feel it reflected on his own face, "Good luck on your game later, and don't forget to call me!"

Harry smiled brighter at this, his earlier excitement bubbling forth, "Sure thing, Mione." He chirped before shutting off the phone. Hermione was a bit of a worry-wart, but he wouldn't have her any other way.

Now that he could focus all his attention on the moment he stepped closer to the gate, his eyes fixed on the building and people running around inside. There were, of course, guards standing at attention all around the perimeter, keeping an eye on the muggles congregating on the field and in the road-Harry naturally kept well away from those particular muggles...they looked like they could snap his neck in two if he so much as looked at them the wrong way.

Harry wasn't a science enthusiast like Hermione, but he had always been fascinated with muggle technology. This little quirk had probably stemmed from growing up with the Dursley's, surrounded by it but unable to touch.

Muggles had come a long way technology wise, but it had come at a terrific cost. The air on Earth was so polluted it was the most deadly poison ever discovered. The ecosystem was trashed and muggles had been forced to build their homes in small 'safe' communities. Harry had grown up in one such 'bubble', as had Hermione, and they had both been fascinated by the Avatar Program for as long as they could remember.

Wizards, on the other hand, had been driven further and further into obscurity. The wizarding world was almost entirely separate from the muggle one with only a few key locations, such as Diagon Alley, overlapping.

Since joining the magical society Harry had had little contact with the muggle side of things, only spending a few short months with the Dursley's come summertime while he replenished his blood protection. Now that he was of age and Voldemort was gone, things had changed drastically.

Joining a quidditch team after he graduated had been the best idea he'd ever had. It allowed him to get away from Briton and explore the rest of the world and made it easier to escape into the muggle side of things.

Which is exactly what he'd done here. He'd been in America for a few weeks now, getting ready for the World Cup and when he'd learned that the Launch would take place while he was there...well, it was just too good to pass up.

So as soon as his practice had finished he'd slipped away from the team, not bothering to shower or change (in case he missed it) and made his way into a muggle district intent on watching the Launch in person.

Harry's attention was snatched away from the goings on inside the fence by one of the guards.

He was a big man, taller then Ron with hulking muscles and a shiny bald head.

And he was looking directly at Harry.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, glancing around before looking back-yep still looking at him. And it wasn't just an innocent 'look', no, he was looking-looking. Like he recognized Harry.

Which was utterly preposterous because the man was so obviously a muggle it could have been tattooed on his shinny little forehead.

U-huh, and now he was walking, and Harry didn't like that. No he did not. Unfortunately the man didn't seem to be receiving Harry's urgent telepathic message of 'go away go away go away I didn't do anything go away' and before Harry really knew what had happened his arm had been taken captive by the giant's massive hand.

And now he was being steered towards the gates and poor Harry was utterly confused and more then a little worried. He glanced around at the crowd, hoping someone would come to his rescue.

America seemed to be out of Superhero's at the moment because no one seemed to want to help, in fact he could see several people staring at them with a disturbing amount of interest.

Sadistic interest, Harry thought to himself as he was pushed through the gates and onto the compound.

The only thought running through Harry's brain now was something along the lines of, 'What did I do this time'. And it was such a pitiful thought that Harry decided to ignore that it had come from him and listen, instead, to what his kidnapper was saying.

"It's a good thing you showed up when you did, Dr. Porter. We were starting to worry that you would miss the launch."

This caused Harry to scowl to himself, part in confusion and part in irritation. He was just about to correct the man, after all his name was Potter, not Porter, when the man talked over him. Leaving Harry gaping in indignation at the audacity of the muggle...I mean really, talking over him, how rude.

"Of course, you did call to say you would be a little late and we have been keeping an eye out for you, and you didn't miss the launch so there's nothing to really worry about."

Uh, yeah there was, Harry hadn't made any such call, and certainly not too here. He was just about to correct the man, again, when he was gone and someone else was pushing Harry through the doors to the facility.

Harry barely had time to blink before he was accosted by a horde of white coated scientists. The next hour passed in a whirlwind of activity that left Harry dizzy and disoriented.

In the end, he found himself in some kind of shuttle, stuffed into a box that disturbingly resembled a coffin. He didn't have time to process anything else before the box filled with an icy blue mist and his world turned black.

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