Avatar: A Harry Potter Story

The Night Crawler

Book One : Air

Pete the Cave Rat-Man grinned at Hermione and I so widely his blinding teeth protruded from his mouth way  too far. My eyes widened and I instinctively grabbed my pockets after his last statement.

"A robbery?" Hermione asked, astounded and Pete nodded, scratching his scraggly little mustache. "You don't happpen to be metal benders, do you? Cause we tried caging one once and that didn't exactly go well since we've been out of stock of platinum cages-" Pete reminisced as Hermione and I began freaking out.

"Where's our friend?" I asked angrily, sizing Pete up. He might've been taller than me but I was angrier. Pete rose an eyebrow and thought for a long time before seeming to finally know what I meant.

"Oh, the ginger? He was the on carrying the bag, no?"

Hermione lunged at Pete but the man lifted his hand and before Hermione could slam into him, a thick pillar of brown stone shot out of the ground and she slammed right into it. I flinched so aggressively I bit my tounge.

The hell was that?!

Looking dazed, Hermione pried herself off the rock and rubbed her nose.

"So what? You're a gang of lowlife earthbenders who sink travelers into your Bat Cave to rob them?" She growled, her voice nasely after her collision with the the landscape and Pete grinned. Earthbender?  I was too stunned at the rock he had sprouted out of the ground to be angry at the moment. When Hermione noticed this, she elbowed me in the ribs so hard I coughed.

"Oof, lowlife? That hurt my feelings, darling." Pete purred.

SLAP!

If I had been distracted before, I definitely wasn't now. Hermione had slapped Pete with such lightning speed I hadn't even seen it happen properly. All I saw was a flash of her tan arm and Pete was stumbling back against the cage looking aghast.

The sound of the slap resonated in my bones it had been so sharp. It had rang through the cave, echoing off the walls like the cheer of a crowd in a stadium.

I stared at Hermione with elite respect. Anyone who could drop a slap that  hard deserved to be praised. Uncle Vernon would be jealous.

Once Pete recovered, he touched his cheek, an angry fire in his eyes. He pounded his foot once on the ground and Hermione disappeared through the ground.

"'MIONE!" I screamed, dropping to the floor. My hands moved around the dusty ground, trying to figure out a way to open whatever Pete had to get her back.

"You aren't an Earthbender, munchkins. That'll do you no good," the Cave man said mockingly sweet and I turned in him, rage filling my viens. I stood up, grabbed his collar and rammed him against the bars of the cage.

His eyebrows went into orbit in alarm.

"Someone's a feisty one," he smirked and I pushed him harder against the metal, trying my best not to grab his tempting throat.

"Enough, Pete. Stop teasing the boy."

I whipped around at the new voice that had appeared behind me. I couldn't see much of the man but behind the scarf covering most of his mouth and nose, he looked like an sad, middle-aged man in gangster cosplay. He was short with sand-paper textured tan skin and bandy little legs. His eyes were a piercing, bloodshot brown which crept me out seeing as I couldn't see any of his other features, like his greedy eyes were demanding my full attention. His hair too, was covered by the scarf. He smelt so much of tabaco and alcohol that I cringed away from him.