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This is actually on the back-burner as my muse has gone the way of Harry's eyebrows (AWOL), so there is little in the way of inspiration at the moment. But there are 300 reviews so I felt I should make an attempt at this chapter. Tell me what you think of it.

Harry woke to something urgently shaking his shoulder, a soft, panicked keening and heavy sniffing.

"Whaddya wan', Siri?" Harry mumbled, rolling over.

Momo burgled softly and nudged the frozen and panicking Sirius.

Harry yawned widely and rolled back over. "Calm down, Siri. Iz jus' Momo. She thinks we're her cubs or somethin'."

Momo chuffed and nudged the smaller boy. Harry grumbled and curled further into himself.

A paw wrapped around him and dragged him out of his nest and into something warm, wet and sticky.

Harry's cute little nose picked up an odd scent that got his saliva glands going. It was smokey and woodsy and something in his mind identified the smell as 'meat'.

Rolling over, Harry found the source of the smell was some kind of six-legged deer/antelope thing with pretty blue fur splattered with the smokey, woodsy smelling blackish blood...

Next thing he knew, he'd pounced and had his head in the gaping wound, using his hands to pull away the skin to get at the meaty shoulder, jaws tearing at the meat. The meat was an odd mix of smoked hickory and green-apple sour under the copperish meat taste.

In no time Harry was finished and was looking around much more aware, but still sleepy. Within moments of finishing, Momo dragged the boy between her front paws and began bathing him all over again.

Granted, this time he was covered in blue-black blood from his recent meal.

And his spots were glowing.

Harry frowned down at his previously white hands.

"Why am I glowing?" He wondered aloud, a little put out.

The spots were glowing and shifting colours beneath his skin like he'd seen deep-sea squid do on television. Then he noted that Momo was glowing red in places along her back.

Sirius was also glowing where he was carefully beginning to gnaw on the deer-thing, though his spots were deeper, more vibrant in colour that Harry's pale whitish spots.

Harry's nose wiggled a bit, catching sight of Sirius' luminescent silver eyes darting from the meat to Harry to Momo to the cave entrance before repeating.

He decided to speak up before his godfather bolted.

"I woke up earlier." Harry began. "We're on some kind of mountain above a jungle. Something in the air is poisonous to humans, so we were dying. But my magic called the attention of something a lot more powerful than us and changed our bodies to be able to live here." Harry smiled a little sadly. "It's just you and me now, Sirius."

Sirius drooped a little. "…Harry…"

Momo nudged the boy and moved over to groom Sirius. Harry laughed as Sirius spluttered, lightening the mood.

"And Momo, of course."

Some time after Sirius was given a bath, Harry wandered out of the den.

The following crow of "IT'S GLOWING!" brought Sirius out of the den. Momo heaved a sigh at the energy her cubs had before following along to chaperone them.

The world below the mountain was a riot of neon colours and kept the two former humans fixated for some time before Momo registered some sound and chivvied the pair back into the den for the night.

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Eywa 'tilted' Their 'heads' as They watched the newest arrivals to Their arms. The little 'oomans' were a strange little species much like Their own Na'vi, but with so much more potential for Creation, both good and bad.

Still, Eywa was worried by the fact that both the New Children were identified as the same essence donors, identified by their species as 'male', and so would not be able to breed more of the New Children. And even if they could, there would only be one bloodline, so they would eventually breed themselves into either de-evolution or sterility…

Then the 'hole' in reality that the 'oomans' came through opened again and a number of 'oomans' around Ari's age group fell through, as well as a pair closer to that of S'r'us. Of both essence donors even!

Eywa reacted quicker this time, having already been concentrating on that area at that moment, and changed the small group before Their Breath could hurt the little creatures any more than necessary.

Later (moments later, actually), Eywa would look back and shiver through Their nerves as They thought about what could have happened to the little 'oomans' had They not notices them or had they not cried out to Them, unaware that it had happened many times before.

It was because They were now hyperaware of what was going on, on Their Skin that They noticed when the machinery arrived on the surface.