Extraterrestrial Attraction

The Darkness

Na'vi

Eywa

Death

"Spell"

Hey guys!!!! I'm sorry I didnt send out a 'Happy Halloween' post yesterday, but I was really busy. Anyway, we are reaching the end in our little story. Only a few more chapters left! I'm so,sad, but at the same time, I know how the sequal is going to go!

Enjoy!

Ps: I'm so sorry

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It was normal for Harry to have blood on his hands. 

Red had stained hia flesh from the moment he was born. He had been destined to kill back on Earth.

But he would chose to kill here.

Pandora was his home, and the Na'vi were his people.

He would fight for them.

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You may never be able to access your magic again without your wand.

The sound of Death in his head left him shocked for a moment. It had been months since he had heard the booming voice.

His wand?

He hadn't had a wand for centuries. His holy feather wand was destryed the moment it came into contact with the--

The Elder Wand.

Harry wanted to hit himself for not seeing it sooner. His magic might be buried deep, and it might be unaccessable by normal means, but he had forgotten about the extra magic his title of Master of Death granted him.

If he used the Elder Wand to access his magic, the wand would draw on his Master of Death reserves while his own magic reserves would go to protecting his child.

With his mind made up, Harry closed his eyes to concentrate. For a moment, he could see through his Ikranay's eyes. He could see the world spread out in front of him for miles. He could see the huge airs ships. He could feel the Ikranay's own fear.

He pushed all of that to the back of his mind and focused.

The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak were all held together in some sort of pocket demention that Death had so willingly provided him. Harry and the Deity were the only ones able to access it though.

A familiar weight rested in the hand that wasn't occupied with holding on to his animal. The Wand settled into his grip with an almost sentient hum and Harry could feel the black magics spread through his limbs.

He sighed and opened his eyes. The wood was still a stark white but the color seemed more prominent with his blue skin.

Images of death and carnage that he had long forgotren resurfaced in his mind, but Harry didn't do anything about it. He knew that he was going to have to drench his hands in red.

He looked out at the military helicopters.

Yes, his hands would be stained.

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"Avada Kadavra!" Harry hurled out the curse when he spotted Quaritch in the large Helicarrier. Of course, another soldier happened to intercept the killing curse before it could reach its mark.

Harry hated casting the curse and he didn't want to have to throw to many of those around. There were other curses that were just as lethal and just as easy to cast.