Chapter One: Fate is Evil!

A/N: I own nothing!

It was all Fate's fault they were where they were. Really, all Harry had wanted to do was rescue his godfather from the grasp of a deranged madman bent on ruling the entire Wizarding world and killing all who opposed him. Next thing he knew, he was facing a tall, gloomy boy with flames coming out of his hand and a scar on his face. With all Harry had experienced in his short magical life, this had to be the strangest.

"Bloody Hell!"

That would be Ron, facing the same thing Harry was facing, only it was a girl holding a boulder right over the ginger's head. Ginny was being threatened with a girl who could control water, Neville was facing a girl with a fan and a boy was threatening Luna with an odd weapon of sorts.

"Who are you?" the gloomy one asked. Well, more like demanded, the flames in his hand growing brighter as his eyes got narrower. "Did my father send you?"

"Would it help our case if I said I don't have a clue as to who your father is?" Harry asked, trying to hold the fear out of his voice. He may have developed a tiny phobia of fire ever since the First task where he had to face a dragon. Hey, you'd be afraid of fire too if it was coming at you fast enough to burn your bones before you could say 'ouch'.

"Zuko, he's not lying," the girl with the boulder said, looking up in the direction of the taller boy without dropping the boulder. "I'd be able to tell if he was."

"Guys, stand down," a small boy with an arrow on his head told the rest of the group. "If they worked with the Fire Lord, wouldn't they have attacked the moment they landed?"

Thank you small bald boy, Harry couldn't help but think. He then winced as the pain in his scar intensified. It seemed that Voldemort was unhappy for some reason; either that or he was extremely happy which gave Harry some cause for concern for his godfather. It also seemed that Harry could still sense his connection with Voldemort despite the distance.

"Um…can we lea—oh bloody hell!"

"Harry!" Hermione scolded. "Language!"

"Well I'm sorry Hermione but the Thestrals are gone leaving us no way to go and rescue Sirius!" Harry said as he looked at where the Thestrals used to stand.

"What do you mean 'gone'?" Ginny asked, turning to Harry rather than stand with water an inch away from her face. She was the only one who didn't look petrified of her attacker but then, who'd be afraid of a little water?

"I mean, gone. Not here. Missing."

"Well now that that's cleared up," Ron remarked dryly, turning away from his guard, "why not worry about the people who seem to be attacking us with water, fire, earth, a fan and a stick?"

"IT'S NOT A STICK!"

"Quiet Sokka," the small girl with the boulder said with a smirk as she threw the boulder far away from Neville. The resulting crash caused the British group to jump, but the girl just smirked. "There, that better?"

"You know you just gave up your weapon?" Hermione said with a raised eyebrow. Harry bit back a groan.

The girl stomped on the ground and produced yet another boulder. "No problem," she said smirking. Neville began shaking a little at that; though as Harry thought, so did he. Though, he was also staring at the girl in shock.

"Toph," Sokka warned. "Aang's right. I think."

"Oh that's reassuring," Ginny muttered and reached for her wand. Harry pulled her hand away just as the water girl splashed at her. It seemed the girl was the only one still extremely tense and alert of her group.

"OI!" Ron yelled, having seen the action as well, and reached for his wand. "Keep your water away from my little sister!"

"Honestly Ron, I can take care of myself," Ginny said but without the scowl that would normally be on her face when her brothers thought her too delicate to do anything. The only two who seemed to truly stand down by that were Zuko and Sokka to their group's surprise.

"Okay, how about names?" Aang suggested as if trying to keep the peace.

"Well I'm Sokka—"

"I think he meant us," Hermione said with a raised eyebrow, interrupting the idiot. "Honestly, he's worse than Fred and George."

"Is that possible?" Ron asked as Ginny gasped.

"We're waiting," Zuko growled and Harry, not one to anger a man who could control fire, quickly answered.

"My name's Harry Potter," he said and inwardly rejoiced when none of the people gave a second glance at the mention of his name. "I'm fifteen."

"Hermione Granger."

"Ron Weasley."

"Neville Longbottom."

"Luna Lovegood."

"Ginny Weasley," Ginny finished. "Luna and I are fourteen."

"Are you benders?" Aang asked in curiosity and excitement. "Is that why you were sent? Did Avatar Roku send you to help us?"

"What's a bender?" Hermione asked. "I haven't read anything about that."

"Dad told us about benders back when Mum was schooling us," Ron said with a frown, as if trying to recall something. "They're supposedly the people before wizards. The air benders became natural flyers, the earth benders excelled in Herbology, the fire benders could master the incendo charm before anyone and the water benders created the Black Lake at Hogwarts."

"How'd you remember that?" Ginny asked. "You spent most of the time doodling on scrap parchment rather than listen to Mum."

"It was interesting," Ron shrugged. "So I take it we've traveled to the time of the Benders?"

"Yeah," Zuko nodded slowly, as if unsure of what his next action would be.

Ron turned to Harry and asked, with one eyebrow perfectly raised in inquiry, "Can we panic now?"

Harry nodded slowly as well. Well, until Hermione exclaimed loudly.

"Wait a minute! I did read something about benders!"

"You did?" the remainder of the trio asked and looked over at her. Ginny just shook her head in amusement; they were seriously asking that question from Hermione?

"Yes, back in third year. I was in the library—don't give me that look Ronald!—and I came across a book titled 'Benders in Wizarding Britain."

"Hermione, this helps us how?" Ron asked, still giving Zuko a wary look. Zuko responded with a smirk.

"It doesn't," Hermione frowned, as if disappointed that something she had read had failed them. "I thought it was interesting."

Ginny had gotten her wand out and was trying to conjure something with her wand to protect herself from the girl with the water. Key word: trying.

"Uh…Harry?"

"Yeah Ginny?" Harry turned to Ginny and frowned at her worried look.

"We've got a bigger problem than just the Thestrals," she said and then tried to stun him to prove her point.

"I see," Harry said and his eyes widened in shock. He got out his wand to try to return the favor but to no avail. Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ron tried as well but gathered the same results. "Our magic is gone. This is bad."

"Hey don't feel bad," Sokka said, having heard the conversation. "I've got no magic and look at me!"

There was a brief moment of silence and then Neville turned to Harry.

"How soon till we get out of here again?" he asked dryly.