Avatar; the Last Airbender

Book Four: Magic

Howdy. This is a collaboration crossover fic between Harry Potter and Avatar The Last Airbender. My fellow writer is known as Mogseltof and it is posted on her account as Harry Potter and the Last Airbender. (So you don't read it twice) . The reason? We had a free period and we were bored. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

"So what else should it say?" Zuko asked Sokka, master of words… kind of.

"Due to unavoidable events and life in general we have decided to extend our holiday and are moving on to Omashu," Sokka dictated from his reclined position in the sand, a mouthful of fire gummies slurring his speech slightly. "Yours, Sparky Jerkbender, blah, blah, blah."

"You know, I normally sign my letters 'Firelord Zuko'."

"Why would you do that? I was convinced Sparky Jerkbender was your name."

Zuko growled lightly and then looked over at the young Avatar. "I only saw fifteen hotsquats, Aang!"

"Come on, Zuko! We're on holiday! What difference will five squats make?"

"The difference is your dessert in your belly, or your dessert in Sokka's belly," Katara pointed out, pausing in her own training.

"I thought fire and water were supposed to be opposite minded," the young airbender folded his arms over his skinny chest.

"You should be glad that we're getting along, Aang. That means -" Katara broke off before finishing her smug comment and when the rest of them turned to see what was wrong, they saw only a puddle of frozen water and a discarded Fire Nation hairpiece.

"Katara!" Toph shouted, "I can't feel her! She just… disappeared."

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"- That your annoying philosophies actually work," Katara finished, turning to face her airbending boyfriend. Instead she was faced with a dark, damp room that looked like a cave, but had a black wooden door in the wall. She spun around again. An ominous, whispering curtain was at her back and two, middle-aged men in oddly cut, ceremonial looking robes were staring at her.

Remembering who she was, Katara pulled cold water from the air around her and pinned the men to one of the stone walls, freezing the water into cuffs. "Who are you?" the two men shared a frightened glance. "Answer me!"

She tightened the ice around them and the two gasped. "I'm Bode!" the tall one blurted out, his sallow skin practically glowing with the reflections from the ice. "And fatso here is Croaker."

"Fat! Who are you calling fat?" the badger-y, toad-like one shouted. He looked straight at Katara. "Idiot-features here eats way more than I do!"

She slapped a handful of ice over his mouth.

"Where am I?" she asked the seemingly more sensible Bode.

"You're in the Ministry of Magic," he answered.

Katara stuck one hip out and crossed her arms over her chest. "Is that somewhere in the Fire Nation?" she asked suspiciously. Bode and Croaker looked at each other again.

Katara heard a shuffle behind her and a familiar, loud voice. "Hey, Sugar Queen? Where are we? You kinda just disappeared," the Blind Bandit shuffled over and grabbed Katara's arm. "I can't see very well, wherever we are. Are we even still in the Fire nation?"

Bode cleared his throat. "I think you're from a different world," he said quietly. He seemed to be a quiet person.

"He's not lying, whatever he said," Toph got right into Bode's face. "You need to speak up."

"What is going on?" Sokka's harsh and high voice was followed by Suki's gentle tone.

"Do you know where we are, Katara?"

"No, I'm as lost as you are."

"- some calming ginseng tea," Iroh looked around confused, finger in the air. "Nephew?"

"He's not here, General," Toph said gently and shuffled over, taking the old man's arm.

"- Calm Down!"

"I stand corrected," Toph grinned. "Take your own advice, Sparky."

"Where are we?"

"Stop yelling!"

"You stop yelling, Sokka!"

"I'm not yelling!"

The two teenage boys stopped, and turned to where a weeping Avatar had just appeared. They were both instantly beside him, one on either side, their arms around his shoulder. Toph and Uncle Iroh joined them, Toph lightly punching Aang's arm.

"It's alright, Twinkletoes, we're all here."

"But where is here?" As one, the five benders turned and looked at Bode and Croaker, still encased in ice.

"This is England. It's different world from yours," Bode explained.

Croaker grunted and Katara melted the ice over his mouth. "We heard about a world on the other side of the veil and we got really drunk and decided to try to summon someone from that side. Looks like it worked."

Toph slapped an Earth glove over his mouth. "Obviously. This is why I hate drunks."

"So all we have to do is go back through the veil?" Aang asked, his tear-stained face rose hopefully.

"In theory," Bode said guardedly.

Aang was up and through the veil before anyone could blink. There was a little wail. "It didn't work!" Aang cried. He drifted back through the arch. "It didn't work that way either!" he flopped back down between Zuko and Sokka, to be embraced by their warriors' arms. "We'll never get home!" the tears started to flow down his cheeks again. Zuko looked at Katara, gold eyes helpless. They all stood in silence for a moment; Aang's tears the only real sound.

"We'll try and get you home," Bode said to the depressed teenagers (and one old man). After a moment's silence there was a loud, rumbling growl and everyone looked back at the veiled arch. "What the HELL is that?"

"Platypus-bear!"

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"Bode and Croaker – they're unspeakables-" Mr Weasley was describing people as they came through the campsite. Harry briefly wondered what on earth an unspeakable was, as all others, except for, amazingly, Hermione, seemed to know exactly, but when he opened his mouth to ask, the friendly patriarch frowned for a minute and gestured at him to be quiet. Harry strained and caught some of the hurried, soft conversation between the two men paused by the fire. They didn't appear to have noticed that they were even there.

"Well, we can't exactly tell the head of department, that veil is nothing but trouble-"

"Which is exactly why we should tell him!"

"You really want to admit that we screwed up this badly?"

"We? We? It was your idea!"

"And you seemed perfectly happy with it at the time. The runes were your idea in case you'd forgotten-"

"I'd never have agreed in the first place if you hadn't drugged me up on firewhiskey!"

"We were both drunk! Why else would we do something like this!"

"I have no idea! Fact remains we have seven people and a – a – thing hiding out in the veil room! What the hell are we supposed to do if we can't tell head of department!"

"Keep our jobs maybe?" the one Harry thought might be called Croaker fell silent at this, considering the scowling Bode's words. Mr Weasley cleared his throat and the two unspeakables jumped around, wands ready, pale faced.

"Arthur," Croaker said warily.

"Nice morning," Bode said weakly.

Mr Weasley looked at the two of them with a raised eyebrow that Harry strongly suspected had been used on the twins more times than they could count. This was confirmed by their sniggers. Bode looked at him. "How much did you hear?" his wand twitched and Harry was uneasily reminded of how the campsite manager had been obliviated without a second thought.

"Enough," Said Mr Weasley guardedly. "You have seven people and some kind of thing that you don't know what to do with and are frightened that you are going to be fired. I also thought it was against unspeakable code to get drunk?" It was then that Harry really appreciated that Mr Weasley had seven children.

The two men twitched uncomfortably. "It was an accident," said Croaker. The Weasley guilt trip was a very effective one.

Mr Weasley bit his lip. "I heard that the minister's sending a personal representative to inspect the departments," he warned. The pink, toad-like secretary had inspected him the previous week and he really wasn't sure he liked her. Croaker paled and Bode swore.

Arthur shifted. They were good people. Always kind to him with a nodded hello in the corridor. They didn't make fun of his work like some others. And he really wasn't sure he liked that secretary. He sighed. Molly was going to kill him. "I, I suppose, just maybe-" he hesitated, "I think we might be able to put up with them at the Burrow for a little while," he finished.

Bode and Croaker stared at him. So did his children. What the hell was their mum going to say? "I – you'd really do that?" Bode asked. Croaker shifted, but thanked him profusely. The two hurried off, back to work.

Arthur turned to his family and guests. "I better alert Molly. Try not to blow anything up," he said apparating.

He arrived in time to see his three eldest leaving, and warned them to make sure the twins stayed well away from the fire. He was fairly certain they had managed to smuggle some fireworks out from under their mother's nose.

Molly looked at him suspiciously. Arthur knew better than to leave Fred and George unsupervised where fire was involved. He didn't appear to be panicking either. He also had an extremely guilty look on his face, as if he had done something that he was now rather regretting. "Arthur…" she said.

He shifted and Molly tapped her foot impatiently. Arthur shifted again. "I may or may not have agreed to house some people who shouldn't be here for a little while," Molly dropped the frying pan.

"YOU WHAT!"

A thoroughly chastised Arthur Weasley hurried out to the back shed. He had no idea what he was getting into, but he did know that they were going to need a lot more room. The undetectable extension charms were easy enough, but knowing unspeakables…

Or not knowing as such.

He'd have to owl Dumbledore. Arthur extended the shed quickly and went to find Errol.

"Albus,

"Something has come up. Inadvertently I happen to be housing an extra seven people and something unidentifiable for an indefinite period as a favour to a pair of colleagues. I was wondering if you could possibly aid us in some protection charms further than the notice-me-not.

"Regards,

"Arthur Weasley."

Errol hooted dolefully at him before taking off. Arthur apparated back to the campsite. Bill and Charlie were flirting with a pair of American witches. Unsupervised, Fred and George had hog-tied Percy in a cauldron over the fire while the others danced maniacally around him, chanting. Except for Hermione who was lost to the world in her book.

Arthur sighed and rescued his son. Percy gave the rest of his family a disgusted glare before stalking off, ostensibly to find his boss.

"So dear Pater," George asked, evil grin now focusing on Arthur, "What, pray tell, did Mater say?" Arthur fixed him with the most withering glare he could muster and they all hooted with laughter.

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It wasn't until everyone was at home and he had been called into work to clean up after the mess of the cup that Arthur's chip was called into play.

Bode walked up to him through a bustling hallway, swift and unnoticed, quietly guiding him down to the department of mysteries. Arthur looked through the circular room curiously. He had never seen it before. Bode stopped him in the middle. "What little plan we have," he said carefully, "Is that we go in, disillusion them, come out and go. Basil in transport's agreed to organise something for us. He doesn't know anything though so don't say anything."

Arthur nodded. Disillusion and smuggle. He could do that. Bode gave a wary look and shut his eyes. The room span around them and a door swang open in front of them once it had stopped. Bode stepped forward and Arthur followed.

In the centre of the room was a tall archway, with a single, flowing piece of fabric fluttering in a nonexistent wind. This was not what caught his attention first. What caught his attention first was the… thing. It looked a little like a beaver, merged with a duck. And big. With claws.

Next thing he noticed was seven people viewing him with utmost suspicion. Well, six. The seventh, a short old man, was smiling benevolently in a distinctly Dumbledore-like fashion. It rather gave Arthur the creeps. A girl with mocha skin and dark hair who looked to be about Hermione's age stepped forward. "Please tell me you've come to get us out of here," she said flatly, tapping her foot. Arthur wasn't surprised. It had been a full day since he'd overheard Bode and Croaker and who knew how long they'd been here before the cup.

"Please," said a boy who looked a bit older and likely related to her, "We haven't eaten in forever," the girl rolled her eyes.

Arthur smiled. No doubt he would appreciate Molly's cooking. "Yes, I am. My name's Arthur Weasley. I do believe my wife will feed you."

The boy perked up at that, as did a younger girl (about Ginny's age) with eerie white eyes. "He's going to feed us? I'm in."

The boy leaning casually against the arch made a sceptical noise. "Maybe we should think about this a bit more. Trust should not be given lightly," as he turned to face him, Arthur could see why he said it. Sharply outlined against his pale skin and black hair was an angry scar, blooming over his left eye.

"Food Sparky! Food!" the young girl emphasised, as if it were the only thing that mattered in this whole situation.

The mocha girl made a tutting sound. Arthur strongly suspected that she was the unofficial mother of the group. "Personally I'm with Toph," she said, her potential bother gave her a hopeful look and she rolled her eyes again, "Yes, Sokka! That means I think we should go with the person with food! Iroh, what do you think?"

"I think that you are right Katara," the old man said in a sticky, jovial voice. The boy with the scar offered up another sceptical grunt but the old man continued, "You do have a point though nephew."

"Aang, Suki?" the girl, Katara, looked at the other two. The red-headed girl nodded cautiously, her make up robbing her face of all expression and the final boy (short, wiry and bald with a blue arrow painted on his head) looked trustingly at Katara.

"I think Zuko is right about trust," he said diplomatically, "But we are all very capable of defending ourselves and I could really go for some food."

Mocha girl, Katara smiled smugly. "Sorry Zuko, our stomachs have won."

The boy with the scar, Zuko, sighed. "Food will out," he said softly, "Take me to your feeder."

So that was the first instalment of our new fic. If you like it review, if you're indifferent review, if you hate it review. But know that if you flame you burn in the fires that you conjure. Good day.

Belladonna.