Intertwined

Ewya

Harry woke with a startled gasp, his eyes dilating from the brightness of the sun. His thoughts were a mess, scattered everywhere. Breathing heavily through his nose he slowly looked around, eyes tearing up slightly from the sharp contrasts of pitch black to sudden bright light. The place around him was flush with vegetation, greener than he ever remembered seeing in less than a mile.

Standing in the middle of all this lush greenery was a truly breathtaking site. A tree, smaller than the ones that he could see all around, but more awe-inspiring and whimsical. It reminded him slightly of the Whomping Willow with its imposing frame.

The similarities to the world he knew ended there, the tree in front of him was bright and light, with great pink tendrils softly swaying in the wind, almost touching the ground on some occasions. The tree itself seemed to nearly hum like it was trying to have a conversation through a muffled glass.

All of his observations were done in a split second because in the next he was gasping for breath and clutching at his throat. He fell to the ground with a sharp thud, his body spasming from lack of oxygen.

As his head touched the field, he felt a sudden chill go down his spine and a connection form. It was pleasurable, painful and intensive all at the same time. A little-wrapped present packed with a punch. As soon as his mind was able to function a little after he was able to push past the pain, voices started bombarding him. They all sounded excited, and they were all so loud until one voice spoke above them all.

"You are new; you are like me." The voice sounded like Death, wise and riveting, demanding all of your attention and respect. "Who are you, Little Light?"

At this point, Harry knew he had passed out, and he was now in an in-between kind of place, like the train station where he so often met with Death. And with this realization also came the fact that it wasn't a voice speaking, it was just kind of an impression he got like this entity was sending him emotions, and he was interpreting them into words he could understand.

There was also the fact that in this plane everything was pitch black and his eyes, even here, were still shut. His musings were cut short when he got another gentle nudge from the being.

"I am Harry, just Harry. Who are you? What are you? Am I still alive? Wait, where am I?" at this point, the panic of his situation started to catch up with him. But then an intense sense of happiness and relief fell over him. "Have I finally died?"

"You have not died, you have not joined us yet," and with this final blow, Harry felt himself break again.

The entity was quick to reassure him, feeling his sorrow taking ahold of him, and as she looked out to the surrounding area where Harry was lying on her, she saw the place around him slowly wilting, dropping down as if carrying a heavyweight. She quickly pushed against Harry until he snapped out of it.

To Harry, it felt like a hug from a mother, warm and tight, soothing and full of love. As Harry relaxed, the mental barriers he had had for years now fell away. With this, the entity could see all of the young one's plights, the world in which he grew up in, and most of all she could see her sister.

She could see Gaia, the mother of his home, blessing him and slowly dying, dying from the humans, watching as they killed and ripped her apart until none of her beautiful green was left. With this, the entity felt angry at the loose of her sister. Angry, and fearful because Gaia's killers were now residing on her, pulling up her soil and killing her carefully crafted souls. And she knew now why Gaia had sent this little soul to her.

"I am Eywa, mother to all life on Pandora. I shall help you, and you shall become my child. You will become one of mine, breath my air and find peace with my people. Relax, My Child, everything will be fine now." With that, she latched onto his body outside of the spiritual plane and started to work.

Eywa had never done this before, so she didn't know to warn him of the pain he was soon to endure. His body was not adapted at all for her, too small and weak. However, she had his enormous soul and a seemingly never-ending supply of magic.

She saw in his memories of his world, of how much he loved to fly. She knew this was one of the only times he felt alive and at peace and she knew what she had to do. Two bodies were harder to make that one, but with his magic, it would work. Her child would be happy, and she would make sure of it.

She started with his first form, stretching his body out, lengthening his limbs and coloring in his skin. His nose was too small to breathe in her air, so she flattened it, molding him to a picture of her Na'vi. She didn't know it, but the next part knocked Harry into a pain induced haze.

She changed his bones, reinforcing them with natural carbon fiber and then rearranging his organs to be better suited for life on Pandora. She pulled out his tail bone for balance and slowly pushed his ears until they were higher up on his head a stretched out.

The most critical part was next, creating the queue so he could connect. It pushed up until it sprouted from the base of his neck and grew with his hair till it reached down the back of his knees.

With that form done, she moved onto Harry's second form next. This one would be easier to make because now she had practice and knew how to speed this transition along. From his new form, he could transform into this one, which could only happen because of the magic he held within himself.

He was stretched farther, and his face rounded out while his nose grew into a snout. His hair was turning into two long queues and his hands forming a claw as his arms sprouted extra skin to give him the ability to fly.

Eywa gave a little cheer as exhaustion filled her, she was quite proud of her accomplishments thus far. Now the last part was the trickiest. She had to give him the knowledge he would need to survive. As she was pouring the information into his head, she had a sort of epiphany.

She realized she could alter the memories of her new child, make him forget his painful past and genuinely enjoy the life he will have on Pandora. With her decision made, she got to work so her Harry would be complete come morning. When she finished, she was exhausted, but Harry was done at last.