N/A: This story takes place after both series finish. Just to help out the time line I'd like to give a few bits of information about the both worlds.

Harry Potter:

Current Minster of Magic-Kingsley Shacklebolt

Hogwarts Headmistress-McGonagall

Year-1998

Also Note that because I am American that things are slight changed due to the difference between the Original and American version. Sorry for Americanizing the story, but I don't know all the changes between the two, so I just left I American because that's the version I know best. Honestly I would rather the printing companies kept it the ways it was. Damn Americans thinking they know best.

Avatar:

Siblings: While its well known that Sokka is older then Katara, most don't know that Zuko is older then Azula, it is noted that she is fourteen on the official avatar site.

The Avatar and the Wizarding World

Chapter One:

The Boy Who Lived and The Boy in The Iceberg

The rising sun turned the lake to gold. The grass seemed to be emerald in compression, while the rest of the sky burned with the beauty ruby red brush strokes. Minerva McGonagall leaned back in her office chair, looking at the enchanted mural. It was a new touch to her old office, the one she had before becoming headmistress. As nice as the office was for the head of Hogwarts, she still preferred her own. The office hidden behind statues and passwords could never be hers. Dumbledore's presence lingered in there as if it were an old perfume; not bad, but the scent could never compare to the person who wore it. It would only make things worse was adding a new scent. The old scent wasn't ready to leave, and the new scent would try to take over. The scents wouldn't mix well together; they'd create an unpleasant odor, something that no one wanted to smell.

Minerva knew better then to claim the office as her own right away. Even after a year, people still mourned the loss of Dumbledore; she herself still shed tears from time to time. The sun finally drifted past the horizon on the mural, and clouds the color of aged pearls drifted a crossed the painted sky. It was noon, meeting time. The witch took out her wand and summoned tea set. The silver tray levitated over, landing with a soft thud on her desk.

"Only two cups today," the headmistress told the tea set. It obeyed and several cups floated off the tray landing back on the shelf. The teapot, a lean pot, with a slim neck and a slightly chubby belly like a squash, poured amber liquid into the remaining cups and sat down just in time for the office door to open.

"You wanted to see me professor?" Harry Potter's lanky frame stood in the door way. He was no longer the little boy memorized by magic whose whole world had changed when he discovered he was more then just an orphan boy. He was Harry the hero. They looked the same. Both had messy, unkempt hair the same color as a raven's feather. Both had almost scrawny frame (though one frame was much more mature and grown then the other), green eyes, round glasses, and a famous lightening bolt scar. But the eleven year old Harry and the seventeen Harry were very different. The Harry in the world now was almost bitter; a shell of grief constricted his heart. It made sense that he had hardened. He lost so many people, fought for so long. And though you couldn't tell it at first glance, he was riddled with guilt. The blood of many people stained his hands. Voldermort's blood was there yes, but Harry blamed himself for the deaths of many others.

McGonagall wouldn't let on she knew this though, even though she was no Dumbledore, she was wise enough to let a teenage boy work through his pain. Harry was strong."Have a seat, Harry." She gestured to the plush chair on the other side of her desk, "Please, have some bubble tea." The liquid in the silver cups grew frothy and bubbled over when she mentioned tea, obviously excited to be drank.

"Um, thanks professor-er-headmistress." She winced at the mistake but let it slide by. One of the cups hovered towards him as he sat down, as well as sugar bowl and the milk pitcher.

"Er… two sugars and only a bit of milk, please," Harry told them while fiddling with his glasses, half feeling awkward talking to inanimate objects, half nervous waiting to see what McGonagall had to tell him.

She smiled, ordered her tea the way she liked it, and took a sip. Harry followed her lead, sipping at his cup. A few seconds past by. Setting her tea down, McGonagall smiled."How are you, Harry? Thank you for meeting me at Hogwarts at such short notice. I hope I didn't interrupt anything," She said, not exactly sure how to get the words out she wanted to say. She told students plenty of things before, good things, bad things, and never once felt such an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of her stomach occurred right then.

"You didn't disrupt anything, Professor." She twitched slightly when he slipped up again, but then again, people called Dumbledore Professor from time to time, right, "Just working out my living arrangements with the Weasley's. How are you?" She smiled again, and took another sip of tea. There was no use drawing the conversation out, she had to tell him sometime. So she just came right out and said it.

Harry just looked at her. His mouth parted slightly, and his glasses slid down his nose slightly. Disbelief etched into his mind as he processed McGonagall's words."What do you mean I have another year at Hogwarts? The ministry said I could become an Auror right away!"

"Yes Harry, but the current Minister of Magic was unaware that you hadn't graduated. It must have slipped Kinsley's mind when he promised you that. You still have much to learn to help defend-"

He slammed his fist on to her desk. Droplets of tea and milk splattered on the tray and table."I need to learn to defend myself?" Harry said through gritted teeth, "I defended the whole world against Voldemort, what more do I need to know?" His voice echoed though the room, scaring some of the birds that rested in the enchanted mural.

"There are a lot more evil creatures in the world then just him. I am sure they won't be as destructive, but there is still a lot more out there then you know of. It can't hurt to be prepared." Harry frowned, still not agreeing with her. "I know you think you don't need to be here, but the arrangements have all been made. You won't be alone. Ron will be joining you." He sighed, accepting his fate. Teenagers were stubborn, especially ones who have saved the world.

The former Fire Lord grinned from the floor of the cage. His son, the new Fire Lord hovered over him with a scowl on his face. Zuko had always been the thorn in his side. Ozai's son lacked all the qualities that would make him a great leader. He wasn't cut throat or manipulative, he wasn't competitive, nor was he driven to do whatever it took to win. Zuko's eyes lacked the hunger for power was necessary to rule like a true ruler should. With fear. He was weak. There was no getting around that.

"What are you smiling at!" Zuko shouted at his father, "Tell me where my mother is!"

Ozai snorted. Even though he was the one in jail, dethroned by a child, he still held the upper hand against the new ruler of his country, "Now, now Zuko, is that anyway to speak to your father?"

Zuko's grasped the bars of the cell, "You are not my father! You and I may share blood but I would be a fool to consider myself your son! The servants spent more time raising me then you did!"Sparks flickered from Zuko's finger tips. Clearly he was getting over emotional, "And you know what? I am glad you favored Azula over me! At least I am human and not some psychopathic scum bag like you!"

Ozai ran his fingers a crossed the dirty stone floor. Disgusting. One would assume the guards would have enough respect for a former Fire Lord to give him a nicer cell, "You sound just like your mother, son." He drew out the word, watching Zuko make a look of revulsion at it, "She was rather displeased with me when she truly realized what I was. Took her long enough. You think once she realized what a monster I turned our daughter into she'd get then hint. Then again, Azula failed me. She wasn't a perfect creation."

Fire blasted into the cell, setting the moldy straw mat he slept on ablaze, "Where is my mother!" Zuko yelled, clearly not in the mood for his father games.

But Ozai just laughed and raised a finger, wagging it back and forth, "Not. Telling." He almost sang it, delighting in his son's face twisting in anger.

"You have no bending, no power, and no army to hide behind." Zuko's voice came out strong and calm, "I will make you tell me." A threat? Impressive. Perhaps Zuko did learn something during his travels with removed his hair from his face, feeling more like his old self then he had in a long time.

"What can you do, Zuko? Burn me? Kill me? Cut off a limb? Once you do that and I keep my lips sealed, then what? Yes, it will be unpleasant, but my father trained me to prepare for the worst, and I will handle anything you throw at me."

Zuko turned his back on his father, "Like how your handling loosing your bending and spending the rest of your life in a jai cell?" It was meant to be an insult to cut deep into the Ozai's heart, but the man just smiled while watching his son walk away. For the first time since he been locked up, he felt a flicker of something he though he'd never see again. Power. Zuko needed him. And with that, he'd be able to take his rightful place back.

"Why doesn't Hermione have to go back with us?" Ron lay on the plush new couch his parents had bought. Even though it had only been a few weeks since Voldemort had been killed, things seemed to be rapidly changing. The Weasley's household was transformed, it still held the warmth and love it had before, but now it held enough space for everyone. Harry had even received his own room. The Weasleys had money to spare for the first time in a long time (Though Arthur Weasley did donate a considerable size amount to charity). It now seemed that the family was using their new found funds from Arthur's new position in the Ministry of Magic to re-do their home after the war had damaged it.

"I took on extra credits Ron." Hermione sat in an arm chair next to Harry, flipping through a book, "I didn't just use the time-turner in my third year, you know. Besides, I wanted to take some time off from studying and books, and there is something I wanted to do before I start working for the Ministry."

Ron let out a grunt, "Really, what could be more important then working for the Department for Regulations and Control of Magical Creatures and righting the wrongs us Wizards do by enslaving house elves." He laughed.

Hermione shut her book, a bit of light reading, not anything studious. She was clearly not finding Ron funny. "I wanted to find my parents and undo the memory charm I cast on them." She hid her face from view using her bush hair as a curtain. "I want to be their daughter again," she said softly.

Ron reddened and reached out to touch her arm tenderly, "Hermione…." She patted his hand, letting him know that it was alright.

"Well don't they know how to make things awkward for those outside of their lovey-dovey affection time." Harry looked over his shoulder to see George leaning on the back of his chair. The mischievous boy had the usual smile on his face.

"Shut up George." Ron said, his ears tipped in pink, but despite his embarrassment, he kept his hand on his girlfriends arm.

"Ah-your words, they're sharp against my delicate ears, include the one that isn't attached to my head anymore." He laughed and looked to his side waiting for some back up on the teasing front only to realize there wasn't going to be any. His smile slipped from his face a bit. That's right. Fred was dead. The realization that his other half was gone, smacked him in face full force. Again. Life was supposed to be so much better with the Dark Lord gone. But how could the world be a better place without Fred?

"George, are you okay?" Harry said, looking up at him with a worried expression.

George forced a laugh, "yeah, yeah, just thinking of you and Ron in Hogwarts for another year. I dropped out, and look at me, a successful business man. And the Hero of the Wizarding world doesn't even get the same kind of break."

"Harry did lend you the start up money for it." Hermione pointed out.

"Yes, but I invested wisely." George grinned.

"Where?" Ron said with a scowl. "Where did you invest it?"

"Why, I invested in myself of course, couldn't go wrong with a move like that! I'm a real money maker. Harry was just the first to see it. Great instincts right there, Harry." George patted Harry on the shoulder. "I owe you one, mate."

"Any chance you can get me out of school this year?" Harry replied, half joking.

"What's so wrong with Hogwarts, Harry?" Ginny walked in from the kitchen holding a plate of cookies. "You had a lot of fun there. You told me going to Hogwarts was the best thing that ever happened to you. Besides…. I will be there."

Harry's eye widened realizing he was upsetting his girlfriend. "Ginny… I didn't mean it like that." How could he explain that things had changed? Hogwarts would always have a special place in his heart, but beyond that going back would be like trying to live in the muggle world. He had grown out of it. And if that wasn't enough of an excuse, he found himself thinking about the final battle. How could he walk the halls everyday knowing that it had only been a few months since he lost so many people he held dear in the very school he had loved?

"It won't be so bad Harry." Ginny said softly, touching his arm, "You will see. We will head back there in the fall and it will be like old times. I just know it."

"Momo! That's my drawing!" Sokka gasped, pointing an accusing finger at the flying lemur. The Aang's pet hand managed to knock an entire pot of the Jasmine Dragon's house tea over Sokka's drawing of the whole gang. Granted, the whole gang didn't seem to like the picture, Iroh thought he looked fat, Katara thought her hair loopys were wrong, and now Momo had destroyed it. Damn Lemur.

"Funny," Mai said dryly, while picking up the ruined picture, "Looks better now." There was a chorus of laughs around the tea shop.

"I-why-you!" Sokka rambled, "Give me that!" He snapped while snatching the picture out of Mai's hands.

"Whatever." The dark girl replied, sitting down next to Zuko and leaning into his arms. "But maybe next time the Monkey should draw us instead of you."

"She does have a point, Sokka." The lead Kyoshi Warrior said, leaning over to see the water stained picture.

"Suki!" Sokka whined, "you're my girlfriend, aren't you suppose to take my side?"

"Love can have an effect on the choices we make," Iroh said in his wise proverb voice, "But so can the truth. And the truth is you shouldn't be drawing in the first place." The teas shop was once again filled with laughter.

"I think it still looks great, Sokka!"

"Thanks Toph….. Hey!" Toph grinned and shrugged. The defeated water tribe boy took a seat next to his sister and Ty Lee.

"Hi Sokka!" Ty Lee flirted, smiling at him. His eyes darted between the girl in pink and Suki. 'Panic mode! Panic mode!' his brain flashed, 'think up a distraction! Think up a distraction! Think think think!'

"So…" Sokka said, drawing out the word while thinking, "Zuko how was your visit with your dad?"

Zuko's face darkened, "He wouldn't tell me a thing. I still don't know where my mom is, or even if she is still alive. I don't know what…." The Fire Lord's voice trailed off. Mai's spine had stiffed against his arm. Zuko's eyes darted over to Ty Lee, whose expression was as equally dark as Mai's. "What do you two know?"

"Nothing." Mai spat out quickly. Her raspy voice quivered as she answered. The room had gone silent, taking in.

"That's a lie." Toph replied, "My feet can tell."

"Do you know what happened to Zuko's mother?" Katara asked, "Because you should tell him. I know I'd give the world for the information about my mother if I were in his place, so it's only right you tell him."

Ty Lee wiggled, "We only know a little." The little acrobat frowned, "When we were at the Royal Fire Academy for girls, Azula mentioned something."

"What did she say?" asked Aang. He knew how much reunited with his mother meant to Zuko. And the Avatar wanted to do the best he could to help.

"We asked her where her mother had gone to." Mai said slowly, "But all she said was away."

"That was it?" Sokka raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean anything."

"Yes it does." Zuko replied, "I know my sister. And I know her pride. If she didn't know anything about mom's disappearance she would of just said 'Why should I care.' That means she knows!"

"I guess its time to visit Azula then." Aang whispered.

N/A: I don't really know what to say about this. It's just a piece I felt compelled to write, and I poured my heart into it, so I hope you enjoyed it! 3 Writing this gives me something to do while my friend works on her half of our Scrubs/Doctor Who fic. Please review if you like it or even if you didn't, till the next chapter, Fair Winds! -Tygersprite-