Avatar: A Harry Potter Story

A Knot Of Thorns & Pansies

Book One : Air

My head ached and I struggled to open my eyes. Voices rang around me, talking in hushed, indistinguishable voices with urgent tones. But I couldn't grasp what they were saying. After what felt like hours trying to regain consciousness, I strained my ears and listened.

"- stupid Mundungus Fletcher-" someone was saying. A girl's irritated voice registered in my head. "That greedy pigeon better watch his pea sized little-"

"Jeez, Pans. I get you're angry but you did the right thing."

This time, a boy spoke. His voice was relaxed, like he'd just had a nice cup of tea and was about to sit in a recliner and fall asleep.

Pans?  I thought. Who'd name their kid after a kitchen utensil?

"I know, I know. But he hurt them, T. Alot," she said. "And my mother, god, if she ever found out what we were doing-" the girl named Pans complained and the sound of someone flopping onto a leather couch made me flinch.

Complete silence suddenly took over wherever we were and I realized that my sudden movement hadn't gone unnoticed. I forced my eyes open and hissed at the light.

"Ah, sorry about that," said the boy and he promptly closed a large set of beige curtains. Feeling a little better, I sat up and realized I was on a bed with fluffy white pillows and an emerald green duvet cover.

I'd woken up with my glasses on, so I looked around. I was in a bedroom the size of a barn. The walls were painted white and to my left was a desk with mountains of books, a laptop, a lamp and a few other school supplies. In the far right corner in a short hallway I guessed was the entrance door, and next to it in another small hallway was a walk in closet. To my left was a bedside table and after it, the beige curtains that had been closed for my benefit. I guessed that behind them were floor to ceiling windows judging by the amount of light that had temporarily blinded me. In front of me was a leather couch propped up against the foot of the bed, a TV on the opposite wall. Bookshelves filled to the brim took up most of the wall space and photos galore hung around the TV, decorating the wall with the smiles of mostly the same two people.

And those two exact people in the photos were staring at me with unease.

"Hi," I said out of nowhere and nearly face-palmed in embarrassment. Why on earth would I start with that?

I cleared my throat and shifted out of the bed. My legs were a little off balance but I managed to stay standing. "Who are you?" I asked and the two glanced at each other before the boy stood up and took his hand out for me to shake.

"Theodore Nott, at your service. And this here is Pansy Parkinson. The woman who single-handedly saved you."

Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes and heaved a large sigh. She was quite pretty. We were about the same height. In the daylight, though the curtains were drawn- I could see her eyes were a mixture of grass green and milk chocolate. Her lips were pink and pulled into a slightly confused scorn. Like she didn't know whether to threaten me or tell me to sit down and rest some more. Her hair lay loose in silky black and brown curls, stopping just bellow her chest. She regarded me with such a calculating, accusatory glare that the sharpness of her eyes reminded me like thorns on a rose bush.

She took a step towards me and stared at me with blatant frustration. "What were you doing traveling from the North shores?" She asked me angrily and I gulped. And I thought the girls at the President's camp were intimidating. This Pansy girl, was a few dozen times worse.

I cleared my throat. "It's my first time in the city so excuse me if I didn't know the proper travel routes," I replied. I wanted so badly to say, let alone my first time in this World, but decided against it for the greater good of my sanity.

Sure I'd been in the Other World for a few days now but I still couldn't completely grasp the madness of it all...

The boy, Theodore shrugged, putting his hands back into his pockets. He was tall, lean and handsome, like a Roman statue. His face was angular but not sharp. Mischief swirled in his eyes which were a confusing mixture of every eye colour to ever exist. So much so that it was hard to look him straight in the eyes and not get confused or distracted. He smirked at me with a lopsided, shiny pink grin. His hair was not necessarily brown or black, but it was dark with unusual tints of red in it. Like a very dark maroon. It bounced around his ears and around his head. One curl hung down right in front of his eyebrow, giving him the Superman look.

"As I was telling Pansy earlier, it doesn't matter where you came from. Mundungus Fletcher is a nasty guy and we were relieved to find you before he took more.... Drastic measures in your robbery."

Hatred flared in my gut and I nearly stumbled. So, the man who had robbed us earlier was named Mundungus Fletcher? I had to admit, that was the worst villainous name I'd ever heard of. Seriously, can you imagine somebody quivering at the name Mundungus?

"Er, nice to meet you." I said, still unaware of what I should do or say. I was still fuming slightly from my encounter with Mundungus and his henchman, Pete. And I was pretty sure I had a slight concussion.

"I'm Harry,"

Pansy scoffed. "A thank you would be nice," she sneered and my heart thumped in my chest. As Theodore had said, she'd been the one in the green body suit and yellow belt to save me from the Cave-Rat Clan. "Thanks," I said, managing a faint smile. She nodded, studying me cautiously. Her calculating gaze reminded me of someone...

At that moment, realization hit me like a brick and I nearly stumbled.

"Ron and Hermione- my friends, where are they?!" I asked frantically, taking a step towards the two. Theodore put his hands up in surrender, a playful glint in his eyes. "Calm down, man. They're downstairs watching G.O.T."

At this information I blinked, frowning. "Game of- what ?"

How long had I been alseep for?

"Only two days." Theo said. I reeled, my eyes widening. "Did I they that outloud?" I asked and Theodore suddenly blushed. "Doesn't matter," Pansy intercepted. "Come on. I think they're about to start Season four."