Avatar: A Harry Potter Story

The Oracle

Book One: Air

I gaped at the President. She merely rose an eyebrow. How on earth could she have known that much about me?! How I was orphaned but was never actually put in an orphanage because of the what Uncle Vernon would say was the "goodness of their hearts,". How could she know that I've been questioning my sexuality? Apparently I sit like a bisexual now. How could she have known about Sirius? Or the photo album of pictures of him and my family? How did she know how terrified I was becoming off my lightning shaped scar after the odd dream I had had my last day on my Earth. The Over World. How did she know?

But most importantly, what was she going to do with what she knew?

My stomach curled uncomfortably and I squirmed in my seat a little, looking to Ron for some type of explanation. He looked just as shocked as I was and I figured he hadn't a clue either. My wide eyes trailed to the two girls sitting on the Presidents right and left side. Luna, the President's assistant, and Cho, who I was beginning to guess was some sort of bodyguard because of the way she stared at me. As if waiting for me to attack her. Now, however, both girls seemed bored. As if they'd gone through this a hundred times.

Did their President always have dinner with hostages?

Did she always peice together their entire life story in under a minute?

The President watched me carefully. Amusement shown in the dark voids that were her eyes. Her expression was confident and intrigued. Like she was waiting for me to roll over like a dog or jump through an obstacle course in order for a treat. The thought made me grimace and I glared back at her. An unknown confidence suddenly building up in my chest.

"What are you?" I asked and she smirked, blinking slowly. She glanced at the table of photos in the corner of the room, deep in thought. But she soon dismissed it and turned back to me. Resting her head against the palm of her lithe hand.
"You know what I am." She said, holding her head high and I sneered. "I mean what are you ?" I repeated, annunciating my words carefully. This seemed to take everybody by surprise, except her. Ron turned to me with a gesture that said, what the hell are you playing at?

The President sat back in her chair and hummed an eerie tune, the potted flames lighting up the room flickered uneasily.

She smiled.

"I am an Oracle. I see, I hear, and I know."

I was about to open my mouth to speak when the warm light in the tent went out and we were left in complete darkness. I looked next to me, but Ron wasn't there. Panic rose in my chest and I looked around wildly, at a loss as to what had happened. Suddenly, two glowing orbs appeared before me and my eyes widened. They weren't orbs. It was the President. Her eyes were bright white, the only things I could see in the dark tent. But it didn't stop at her eyes. The white tattoos on her body began glowing, Slytherin around her face like snakes. (Hehe, Slytherin 😏)

I was terrified. My heart beating. I flailed around for Ron. But I still couldn't find him.

"Do not be scared, Mr Potter."

I snapped my head back to the woman sitting comfortably in front of me. Putting my pathetic search for Ron on hold.
I waited.

Her glowing eyes didn't blink. Her voice sounded so distant, but every word resonated in my chest like a church bell ringing in a little box.

"You-" She whispered.

I held my breath.

"You and I are similar, Harry." My eyes widened in disbelief and my lips quivered as I spoke.

"We're nothing alike!" I spat and she chuckled. The laugh jingled in my ears. It was so soft, so beautiful. But it was edged with danger.

Ron and I needed to leave. But the yearning I felt to hear what she had to say kept me rooted in my seat.

She smiled triumphantly.

"You don't know it yet but we are. Beings born of the Spirit World are always connected, Harry. Unless, you aren't  the Avatar like I thought you were?"

My mouth fell open in a silent gasp. I didn't know what to say. So I only nodded. She hummed in reply.

"The Oracle sees a lot of things, young Avatar. And I see terrible fates awaiting you." I gulped, sweat beginning to form beads on my forehead.

"In the city of gold and glass lies your first answer. You will travel the beast not as three, but as four. But beware, Mr Potter. The flames lie ahead in wait and you will return what has been stolen. Be careful who you trust..."

I shuddered, mulling over her words until I woke up, my breath heaving. I looked around with wild eyes. The now familiar faces of Ron and Hermione were above me, worried. I blinked. Hermione?

"What happened?" I asked, my voice groggy, my throat painful. Ron looked almost hysterical as he spoke. "I don't know mate! One minute you were talking to the President and the next you just blacked out! She wouldn't explain what happened but she let us go. I carried you back here." My eyes widened. With a startling realization, I realized that I was laying on sand, a fresh fire burning next to me. Blaise the saber-toothed tiger had fallen asleep closer to the calm ocean, reflecting the city miles away.

I sat up and sighed, rubbing my slightly aching head. "Harry?" Hermione asked. I explained what I had seen, whether it was a dream or not. When I finished, Ron and Hermione were both confused.

"So the President of Diagon City is an Oracle?" Hermione said thoughtfully and I nodded, pursing my lips. "What's the city of glass and gold ?" Ron inquired and I shrugged, though an uncomfortable feeling in my gut told me we all already new the answer. "There's so doubt that the flames that lie in wait  is the Firelord." I said grimly, glancing at the burning fire to my right. Casting a blurry, flickering circle of light around itself. "Also, you will return what has been stolen ? What the bloody hell does that mean?" Ron glowered, running a hand through his firey hair. I shrugged again. As far as I was concerned, we hadn't stolen anything.

Hermione sighed and lay next to me, Ron following her lead. She handed the two of us sleeping bags and I curled into mine, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Get as much sleep as you can. We have a lot to do in the city tomorrow." She said and I nodded.

Ron's snores, Blaise's deep, rumbling purrs, the crackling of the dying fire and the calmly churning ocean began lulling me to sleep. Thoughts of the President still lingering in my mind.

Sadly, the dream I had tonight wasn't as peaceful as I'd hoped.