Avatar: A Harry Potter Story

Deserted

Book One: Air

You're probably extremely confused by that last statement I made. Flying monkeys? Harry, come on. You can't be serious? ; you must be thinking.

I've never been more serious about anything in my life. These things were ruthless...

A dozen primates with fury, bat shaped wings descended apon the streets. Whatever part of the city the cab Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott (the two  who'd saved the three of us from thiefs) had dropped us off in, surprisingly didn't look much different from any common English town. Shops lines both sides of the streets. Modern cars raced towards their destinations on the tar roads. Cafés bustled with people basking under the cool, setting sun. The breeze smelt like coffee and vanilla.

The only reason you wouldn't think we were somewhere like Edinburgh was the people and the flying monkeys. I felt as if I were in a movie about time travel where the characters had accidentally morphed every time period into one.

A couple were walking into a nearby café wearing green and yellow, similar to the colours Parkinson had been wearing when she'd saved me. I guessed they were earth benders. Except their outfits reminded me of the Weasley's. Same colours, different styles. A man walking down the street whistling wistfully wore a brown bomber jacket, black boots and dark blue jeans. Headphones on his head. He looked like any modern pilot. A few air nomads were wearing the same outfit as Ron's, but one of the girls was wearing a skirt instead of pants, and another had the same colour pants but they were camo style.

Same went for Hermione's water tribe clothing. Many people wore either dark or light blue and white like her clothes. Just in different styles from different time periods. For the rest? They just looked like regular people that I wouldn't have thought twice about if I'd seen them in the Over World.

Now, where was I? Oh right, the flying monkeys...

The flock (was it a flock or a troop?) flew towards us so fast I only had milliseconds to register it before I was hit in the face. I stumbled around, smacking the shrieking monkey as it harrased me.

"AGH!" It screamed at me and I replied with a strangled, "AGMPH!?"

I could feel fresh cuts appear on my face, my hair being tussled so badly I would probably look like I'd done through a meat grinder afterwards. I tried to call out to Ron and Hermione, but I became too scared to open my mouth after a monkey stuck its foot inside it.

I continued to run around the street, trying to pry the creatures off of me. Finally, I managed a punch at its head and it screeched in my ear, jumping off my face. Dizzily, I watched as it shrieked for its friends to leave me alone, depart and fly away. I didn't notice, however- that I had ran right onto the road. A car barreled towards me and I didn't have enough time to react before a collum of water shot into the car, flipping it over me. It landed with a defeaning crunch on the other side of me.

Panting and petrified, I stood still as everything around me distorted, a ringing still in my ears from the flying monkey ambush. Passersbyers shocked at what  they had just witnessed, blinked out of their trances and immediately began bombarding me and the car that catapulted over me. Hermione and Ron ran towards me and Hermione flung her arms around my neck.

"Harry, are you alright?" She asked, cupping my face in her hands. She and Ron had deep cuts on their faces, their clothes and hair disgruntled. It seems they too had been attacked by airborne primates.

"Was that you?" I asked her and Hermione bit her lip, her expression unsettled. I was still in awe of what she'd done to the car to save me that I didn't notice when someone grabbed my arm through the crowd of people. They tugged me and I came out of my dazed state, shakily turning around.