Avatar: A Harry Potter Story

I Have Dinner With The President

Book One: Air

"Because, your ransom is worth more than you seem to be..."

Before I could even ask what she meant the woman turned around and my jaw dropped. The only word to describe her was ethereal. The woman had pitch black braids running down her back, braided with white flowers all the way down to her tail bone. Against her dark skin, white tattoos ran up her face like tree branches around her slanted eyes. Her irises were as cold as the dark side of the moon and she regarded me with a very beautiful, almost unnaturally beautiful smile. The long white dress she wore glittered like the stars as she moved towards us. I couldn't help but stare. Another thing I couldn't help but gawk at was how tall she was. Towering above everyone in the room at 6,3! And she wasn't even wearing heels!

"Harry Potter." She said and I blinked, gulping. "Yes Ma'am?" I answered involuntarily and she laughed, moving a braid that had fallen out of place behind her ear. "Are you aware that we are holding you for ransom?" At those words I snapped out of my stupor and blinked angrily. "Ransom?! Why!" I asked hysterically and her carefree expression slowly turned cold and bitter. I looked around. The hanging fire lanterns in the room were no longer red. They were electric blue. The room got eerily cold. "You tell me, Mr Potter. As far as I'm concerned, you have a very high ransom and the Fire Lord won't even say why," she said soflty, walking toward me and I gulped. She lifted a lithe hand and caressed my cheek. Her hand was so cold I shivered.
"What is so special about you?" She asked quietly. I didn't answer. She did a flicking motion with her hand and a single flame the size of the type that comes out of bunsen burners ignited in front of my face. She wafted it around playfully as she began to talk. "Tell me, and I might just think of letting you go. Don't tell me, and I hand you over to the Fire Lord without a a second thought. Try something stupid, and I'll kill the air bender," she said and my eyes widened, my chest tightening. I had completely forgotten that Ron was just a few tents away with that Lav girl.
"Let's have dinner." She said out of nowhere and I gaped. "Who are you?" I asked and she smirked, the fire she had ignited grew cold, leaving a small tuft of smoke in its place. "Unprofessionally, I'm Lorelie Zabini. But professionally, I am the President of the Capital."

And there we were. Ron and I were sat at a long table opposite the President. Luna and the beautiful dark haired girl whom I learned was named Cho sat on either side of her. It was extremely awkward, as all three girls were staring at me. Luna marveled at my eyes, Cho regarded me with a grim sneer and the President merely smiled gracefully. In the tent, on tables in The corners were photos. But the one that got my attention was a photo of a boy. He looked about fourteen or fifteen. He was surprisingly handsome at that age. He had silky, extremely curly short black hair with dark skin and a blinding smile. He reminded me of someone but for the life of me I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Who is that?" I asked and the President redirected her gaze to the photo. Her demeanor darkened. "A fugitive. If you see him, please do not hesitate to put him down," she said in a bored tone and my eyes widened. "If he's a fugitive then why'd you have a photo of him propped up like that?!" Ron asked hysterically and the President rolled her sparkling eyes. "I'd seem like a bad mother," she said reminiscently and my eyes widened. "He's your Son?! What did he do?" I asked and she looked at me again, her face cold and hardened. "That is a story for another time, Mr Potter. Tell me about yourself," she smiled, brushing a braid out of her face mesmerizingly and I gulped, licking my leps fervently. "I-I'm eighteen. I'm uh, five foot ni-"

Ron snorted and the President glared at me.

"What type of bender are you?" She asked, taking a sip of drinks that had suddenly appeared on the table before us. I looked at Ron with panic in my eyes. What was I supposed to tell her?! I had only bent the air once and that was a mistake!
"Mr Potter?" The President said calmly and I looked up at her. "Your hand is shaking," she whispered, sipping her drink again, amusement clear on her face and I gulped, pocketing my hand in my hoody. "Air. I'm an air bender," I said and she rose an eyebrow. Ron looked at me and we shared a look of extreme causion. If she didn't believe me who knows what would happen!

"Then may I ask why you aren't wearing the tribal clothing of the Air Nomads?" She asked and I turned red. "Just trying something knew," I said stiffly and she nodded, whispering something into the ear of Luna who I figured was her assistant or something. The other girl, Cho, just stared at me curiously and I began to blush again.

"So, Mr Potter. What is your business here in my city?"

I licked my lips and blinked. "Coming to see an old friend," I said and she sighed, running a lithe hand over her forehead. "Your Godfather Sirius, I presume?"

My mouth fell open. Ron stared at me confused whereas the President just smirked beautifully. "How do you know that?" I asked and she chuckled softly, her white dress sparkling.
"I know a lot of things, Harry. For instance, you're obviously an orphan, though you didn't grow up in the system. You've been living in the Over World all your life judging by the state of your clothing. You are extremely bisexual but you've been putting it at the back of your mind. I mean look at the way you're sitting! You've been looking for a chance to find your Godfather after seeing him in that silly little photo album of yours but have never gotten the chance. You seem to have already gained a small crush on poor Cho here and you are blatantly terrified of the scar that sits right above your eyebrow. Need I go on? "