Avatar: A Harry Potter Story

The Perfect Accident

Book One: Air

"Three,"

At that very moment, we turned around. And I regret ever suggesting we do so.

I gasped and nearly tripped over my own feet as Ron, Hermione and I began backing up.

Before us stood an enormous, nine foot tall cat with canines the size of elephant's legs and eyes the size of big basketballs. It's fur was shiny and pitch black. So black it blended in with the woods around it. It's ears were poking out of the trees and it was so close to us I could smell the blood coating it's lips.

"We should've run when we had the chance." Ron whispered, his voice strained and trembling. "It's a Saber Toothed Tiger. Indigenous to the East Isles. We would never outrun it!" Hermione hissed and Ron gulped. My eyes however, widened. "A Saber Toothed-"

The three of us fell to the floor. The thing had roared so loudly my ears were ringing. In a flury of black fur, it leapt over us, it's firey eyes gleaming and it was gone. "You guys okay?!" I said, massaging my head. "Yeah!" Hermione shouted back. We probably looked like fools shouting at each other but I could barely hear. "Ron? You alright?" Hermione asked, quieter now. But there was no reply. My hearing came back and the two of us stood up, looking around. I gasped. "It took Ron!" Hermione's eyed widened and her mouth fell open, staring at the place we saw Ron last. "Oh no," she whimpered, running a hand through her luscious curly hair. "H-how do we find him?" I wondered out loud, licking my lips whilst wiping the sweat and cat breath off my face. "We follow the trail of broken branches," she said, irritated as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. I nodded and the two of us picked up our backpacks as well as Ron's and began trekking through the brushel.

After about half an hour, the trees began to get skinnier. I could see the sky through the leaves and it was easier to walk around. We stopped however, when we heard the sound of someone struggling. Alot. We listened a little bit more and Hermione's eyes lit up. "It's Ron!" She said, exasperated. Thankful that we'd finally found him. We followed the sounds of Ron's grunts until we reached an enormous tree with an enormous hole at the foot of it. The hole was the size of a cave it was so big. We couldn't see what was inside because of how dark the indentation actually was but we both watched as a single pale head topped with wavy ginger was moving around above the floor. It looked like Ron was floating. Suddenly, I large breath wafted towards Hermione and I, tampering with our hair and I finally understood. The giant Saber Toothed tiger had taken a nap in the tree and was using Ron as it's teddy bear. That's why it looked like Ron was floating in mid air because the cat had such dark fur...

"Ron!" I hissed and he whipped his head up, sighing with relief when he saw us crouched behind a bush. "Get. Me. Out of here!" He hissed back. His voice trembling as he lay on top of the cats paws. It's gargantuas head resting on his chest. Hermione and I thought for a while. How were we supposed to do this?! It's not like we can dangle catnip in front of its face and-

. . .

Then it came to me

It was a terrible idea...

"Hermione. Can you spray it with water?" I asked her and she stared at me incredulously. As if I myself had just turned into the tiger. "That's a terrible idea!" She snapped and I rolled my eyes. "I know, I know! But we have to get it to let Ron go!" I snapped back and she groaned, vigorously brushing her voluminous hair. "Guys?!" Ron hissed, his voice a few octaves higher than it naturally seemed to be. The tiger had cradled him closer. Hermione seemed to cave and sighed. "Fine, fine. But if this goes sideways- and believe me, it will, I blame you, Harry." She stated angrily and I stared at her with a look I couldn't even give a name. It was somewhere in between shame and understanding.

Moving her hand, water particles materialized out of thin air and formed a bubble. Hermione carefully moved it over to the cat and with a flick of her rist, she thrust it at its nose. The cat roared a mighty road that sent the bush we were hiding behind leaning back into us. She helped me up and we both gulped. The animal had leapt up, but it was still holding Ron's legs in its mouth. Avoiding poking the ginger with its teeth. It roared towards the sky in rage, Ron was thrown into the air until he was just a little speck in the blue sky and something caught my eye. Around the bellowing creature's neck was a shiny golden collar.

But I didn't have much time to look at it because the animal caught Ron and put him on the ground, beginning to survey him as if he were a thick piece of meat. The cat's large orange eyes gleamed greedily and it kicked its lips. My heart was pounding. Ron was squirming under the creature, his yelps for help ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes and tried to think. But nothing was happening. Ron was about to be eaten and for once I couldn't think!

Just think, Harry!

THINK!

Suddenly, there was a loud, high pitched, definitely not human yelping noise and Ron cried out in relief. I opened my eyes and my emeralds widened. The Saber Toothed tiger lay slumped against the tree looking dazed. Ron lay on the ground, his chest heaving like crazy. He and Hermione both stared at me. Shocked.

"What?" I asked them and Hermione beamed. "Harry! You did bending! You did Air bending!" She beamed, holding my hand in excitement. "What?" I whispered, awed and Ron staggered up from the ground, wiping the sweat off his face. His face was extremely red. "You saw I was in trouble and you unknowingly air bent," he said, a small, grateful smile on his face. "You saved my life," he added and I blushed. "It was an accident." I chuckled, running a hand through my sweaty hair. "The perfect accident." Hermione corrected and I smiled, pride growing in my stomach. It felt like butterflies. But all happiness immediately faded when a low, earth rumbling growl sounded around us. The Saber Toothed tiger had woken up and had started limping towards us. It's basketball eyes looked dazed and lost as it staggered, stumbled, and collapsed. The dust around it hovering in its wind.

Ron pursed his lips. His eye swimming with a battle he seemed to be having with himself.

"We should help it," Ron whispered and Hermione and I stared at him wide eyed. "Excuse me?!" We asked in unison and he shrugged, brushing the dirt and animal spit off his clothes. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. "Now that you mention it, it has a collar," I said and both of their faces fell. "You're saying someone owns that thing?!" Hermione asked hysterically and I nodded. She stared at it for a long time before squaring her shoulders. Slowly walking towards the nearly unconscious creature, she motioned Ron toward her for help and he used the wind to lift its head up. I joined the two near the creature and read its collar.

"Blaise," Hermione said serenely, reading the collar. The creature moaned sadly, lifting its head up but failing miserably. I too was beginning to feel bad for it. It looked completely winded. And not just because I attacked it with Air bending.

"Hermione, earlier you said they are indigenous to the East something?" I mused and she nodded, rolling her eyes at my lack of memory. "They were  indigenous to the East Isles. They went extinct hundreds of years ago after the island was overrun by the Earth Kingdom. Their fur is made of matter believed to be from the Spirit World. All of them were poached." She said in awe, surveying the creature with care. "Guys," Ron called, stunned and Hermione and I jogged over to the creature's feet, where he stood. Ron pointed at the bottom of its paw and my eyebrows rose. Underneath its paw, in what looked like a tattoo that had been burnt into its skins read;

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