I'm sorry, I could not complete the chapter in the time (it's been a very hectic few days), but here are the first couple of scenes. Thank you for reminding me I hadn't finished it - I had totally forgotten. I shall make a bid to complete it soon.
Title: One to the Other ch2 (teaser)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Avatar
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Jake/Neytiri
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc as well as James Cameron et Al. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Jake knows he should be over Tommy's death, but ever since he became Na'vi he can't seem to shake the loss. If that isn't enough to deal with, he is trying to make sure 'the Sky People' don't just turn up and blast the crap out of Pandora from orbit and when a sealed lab is found at Hell's Gate containing two very strange Avatars things just become even more complicated.
Author's Notes: Written for heeroluva for help_haiti - so sorry, I totally forgot I had not yet completed it.
Chapter 2 New Reality (Incomplete)
Harry was having trouble believing he wasn't hallucinating because outside was simply amazing. The colours and smells and simple power of Pandora were almost overwhelming.
"Do you feel it?" he asked Draco as they both looked around all but open mouthed.
"Magic," Draco replied, holding on to his arm like it was a way to stay grounded, "everywhere, in everything, including our blue friends, especially him."
"It's like being in Hogwarts only multiplied a hundred times," Harry agreed. "Is this real?"
He had to ask, because it just seemed like it couldn't be.
He turned to find that Jake, as the male avatar, Na'vi or whatever the hell he was, had introduced himself, had now walked up behind them without either of them even noticing. Harry realised his Auror reflexes were out of practice.
"You'll have to forgive us," Draco said, covering smoothly, "but nothing like this was possible in our time."
"Do you remember anything between then and now?" Norm, who was now wearing a mask asked.
Harry shook his head.
"Nothing," he admitted.
"Well we really should try and find your bodies," Norm said; "since we don't know what shape they're in. I can only guess that someone designed a stasis pod that is also a transfer pod if you don't remember anything."
"Why would they do that?" Jake asked, clearly suspicious.
"Who knows why the military do anything," Norm replied with a shrug. "I've got people looking for other hidden doors, but so far no one's found anything."
"Would it be quicker if one of us tried to wake up?" Draco asked.
Norm had done a lot of talking on the way out, so Harry at least understood what Draco was talking about. He wasn't sure he liked the idea though.
"Probably," Jake agreed.
"So what do I do?" Of course Draco volunteered.
"What makes you think I'm going to let you do it?" Harry immediately objected.
"Because squabbling in front of new people would be uncouth," Draco replied and managed to make an aristocratic eyebrow lift just as effective as it had been on his human face.
Harry rolled his eyes and Draco looked back at Norm.
"Well, lie down and think back to your body," Norm said. "If you have any problems at the other end just reconnect and wake up here again."
Draco nodded and did as he was told. The fact that Harry was not sure if he could deal with Draco not being right there was, unfortunately, less important than finding out what the hell was going on.
It was clear they were surrounded by Muggles, but the fact there was magic everywhere meant the situation was incredibly complicated. Harry really wished he had his wand as he tried not to think of missing Draco.
"It's not working," probably weren't the words most wanted to hear, but Harry was quite pleased when Draco said them and sat up.
"It has to work," Norm said, crouching down beside Draco.
"I get nothing," Draco replied.
That their Avatars might be magical occurred to Harry, but it wasn't exactly something they could investigate in front of Muggles.
"Let me try," he suggested and sat down, before lying down next to where his husband was sitting.
He thought about his real body, about waking up, but there was nothing there. It was as if he was reaching into emptiness and he opened his eyes.
"I'm going to try something," he said and closed his eyes again.
"Harry, don't you dare..."
He ignored Draco and felt for his magic. He had always had a little bit of a different relationship with his magic than an average wizard and he could feel it moving under his skin. Sometimes he could do things without really knowing how so he tried to activate whatever would get him back to his own body. He basically felt for home.
In answer his magic flared, far more powerfully than he had expected. There was a far too familiar pop and he opened his eyes to find himself back in the hidden lab. Two very startled technicians stared at him and he gave them his best smile and decided he'd already blown it so there was no point in leaving Draco to panic.
"You moronic, idiotic, thick headed Gryffindor," Draco ranted at him the moment he reappeared. "What the hell do you think you were doing?"
"Trying to find my body," he protested, "but I'm beginning to think I don't have one."
That shut Draco up.
"I think we've been transferred like Jake," he replied, sitting up. "I ended up back in the lab and I don't feel anything when I try and think of my human body. I'm not sure either of us has one to go back to."
"But why?" Draco asked, clearly at a loss.
"Maybe because they couldn't fix what was left?" Harry suggested. "The Ministry always did like to throw us at new things."
"What I want to know is how the hell you just disappeared and reappeared," Jake interrupted their conversation.
"Magic," Draco snapped back, clearly not dealing well with Harry's revelation.
"Oh my god you're wizards," Norm said and then slapped his hand across his mouth, or would have done if there hadn't been a mask in the way.
"What do you know about wizards?" Draco demanded.
"One summer of forbidden love when I was twelve and she lived next door to me for a month," Norm said. "All totally innocent," he added hastily. "She liked my name."
Harry wasn't sure why Norm would be such an amazing name and it must have shown on his face.
"Spellman," Norm explained, "my surname is Spellman."
That made sense.
"I thought it was all a childhood fantasy," Norm said, clearly excited, "but the noise, what you did ... wait ... I know this ... it's called Apparating."
Draco looked very unhappy, Harry was just stunned.
"There's no such thing as magic," Jake said.
"You're surrounded by it," Harry said and decided to stand up again. "This place is infused with it. Which begs the question, how did I do that without my wand?"
He pulled Draco to his feet and shared a look with his husband. It only took a few moments to gain consent.
"Look," Harry said, "this place is magic and we are wizards, but we still don't know how we got here or why. I don't know how I apparated; I shouldn't be able to do it without a wand."
"Oh, by Merlin," Draco said, interrupting what Harry had been about to say, "these bodies, they are wands."
Harry turned to Draco to find that his husband was studying the inside of one wrist very carefully. When Draco held out the limb to Harry he looked and he realised there was a very strange scar on the pale blue skin. It was wavy and fine. Harry looked at his own wrist and he was even more shocked to find what looked like the faint imprint of a feather.
"Unicorn hair," he said staring back at Draco's scar, "phoenix feather," he added and held out his own.
Someone had designed their Avatars not only as vessels for their consciousnesses, but to take advantage of Pandora's magical power. Draco was right; their bodies were wands.
"Wingardium leviosa," he said and pointed at Norm.
The man lifted gently off the ground.
"Bloody hell," was about all Harry could think to say.
"Wow," Norm said as Harry lowered him back to the ground.
"How did you do that," Jake demanded.
"Magic," Harry repeated what Draco had said earlier; "it's real and until you believe that this discussion is going nowhere."
Jake looked very unsure and rebellious, but Neytiri placed a hand on his arm. She was looking at them in a much more speculative fashion.
"Ewya has many unexplainable things, my Jake," she said; "we should allow them to show us the truth."
From the looks of it Jake still didn't like it, but the man relaxed slightly at least.
"We should return to the lab," Harry said; "there might be answers there."
It was obvious Jake was some kind of leader and Harry knew they were going to have to convince him what they were saying was true. Given all the magic around he hoped it wouldn't be too hard, but he was as desperate for answers as Jake. He and Draco were in the future on a different planet and it just didn't make sense.
"If you try and hurt..." Jake started to say.
"We're not going to hurt anybody," Draco interrupted, "we don't even know what is going on. This place is as fantastical to us as Harry disappearing and reappearing is to you."
"We'd like to know what's going on too," Harry added.
It took a little while longer of Jake and Neytiri talking to each other without actually saying anything (an exercise in body language that was very impressive) before the pair finally looked at them again.
"We will go back," Neytiri said, "and then you will explain."
Harry just nodded; there wasn't else he could do.
It was more dumb luck than proper investigation that brought them answers. Back in the lab Jake and the others let him and Draco look around, but nothing seemed familiar. It was only as Harry lifted the top off a very futuristic looking container which was connected to the Muggle style computers that he saw anything he recognised.
"Draco," he said, looking down at the shimmering liquid inside the vessel, "does this look like a penseive?"
Draco went to walk towards him, but Harry made the mistake of putting his hand too close to the liquid. He felt a magical shift and then the familiar feeling of falling as he was dragged into a memory. Given that he'd had a lot more practice with such things since the first time as a child he adjusted quickly and looked around. He realised he was still in the lab in which he had been standing, only it was very much more active.
"Whoever you are, I am making this memory so that whoever finds this lab will understand the importance of what is in it," a man in a white coat suddenly began to speak. "Since you are seeing it, I can only assume my team and I did not make it back here."
The man had Asian features, but spoke with a perfect English accent.
"I am Dr Narita and I am the head of the magical team on Pandora. We can feel the magic in Pandora rising up," the man continued to speak, "and we don't know what is going to happen, so we are shutting everything down for safety. However, I am getting ahead of myself."
The man walked over to where the two gurneys in the centre of the room were half uncovered.
"These Avatars represent years of work," Dr Narita said. "When the magical community realised the potential on Pandora we had no choice but to come here. We had hoped these two young men would help to bring peace to this troubled world, but events have been taken out of our hands. The Avatar on my right is Harry Potter; yes the Harry Potter and that on the left is Draco Malfoy, his husband. Their bodies have been held in stasis in hopes of a cure for a century and a half, but it became clear we would never be able to help them. This is the closest we could come."
Dr Narita moved around to the head of Harry's gurney.
"We used the Muggles' Avatar technology to create these bodies and then used a spell to transfer Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy's sleeping consciousnesses to them at a very early stage of development. They matured on the trip and we have been preparing them to be awakened since. It has taken us a long time to make sure the brain patterns align correctly and we could not risk waking them before. We only decanted them yesterday. We have placed them both into magical stasis while we shut the lab down. They will awaken at the first touch of a magical person."
Dr Narita looked up, staring at a point in space as if looking out to Harry.
"I'm sorry I cannot go into more detail, but we have no time," the doctor said. "Our records have been transmitted to Earth. These two young people represent the best hope for a future for Wizarding kind. Earth is too small for us, many magical creatures have been pushed to extinction and Pandora offers us all hope. Please look after them."
Then the memory ended and Harry found himself back in the real lab.
"Who touched us?" he asked as he assimilated the information. "To wake us up, who touched us?"
Jake frowned, but spoke anyway: "I touched Draco and he touched you."
"What is it?" Draco asked.
"What we're feeling is real," Harry said, "he's magical, like us. The stasis on our bodies was designed to release at the first contact with a magical person."
Draco appeared shocked, but nodded in acceptance.
"What did you find out?" Jake all but demanded.
"We were right, our old bodies are dead," Harry decided it was best to answer the question. "They transferred us to these because they couldn't heal us. We were brought here because of Pandora's magical potential; they hoped we could help bring peace, whatever that means."
"You're a little late," Norm said.
Harry had no idea what that meant, but he was kind of glad.
"What did you mean by he's magical?" Jake sounded less hostile now at least one of his questions had been answered.
"You're magical, like us," Draco said; "a wizard. It's how you could see the door, how you woke us up."
"I'm no wizard, I'm a marine," Jake replied.
"It might have been something to do with transferring to that body," Harry suggested. "Maybe you weren't before, but you are now, honestly. You wouldn't have been able to see the door or wake us unless you were."
Jake looked at Neytiri, apparently not comfortable with that at all.
"Let's get back outside," Jake decided and Harry chose not to argue; the air in the base tasted completely wrongs after being out in the open air.
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