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Title: Magicbending
Authors: Eleanor and Puck
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover
Summary: Haru, Teo, and Zuko are accidentally Portkeyed to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hilarity Ensues.
Warning: Takes place after the Firebending Masters. Includes some of my personal crackship because I refuse to let it go. Ever. To that effect, the events of Just One Night are considered canon to this fic. Some parts of the story are from necessity lifted directly from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Neither of us is precisely thrilled about it, but it had to be done. There are several events where the Avatar characters' presence will not interfere with the actual outcome. The point is not to demonstrate to the Potter cast that they are doing it wrong, but to show how the Avatar cast would adapt to this strange new world.
Note: This was started before the events of The Boiling Rock. Therefore those two episodes have no effect on this fic. As you were.

The next day, Madam Hooch managed to corner Haru and Zuko and drag them both out with her to learn to fly. There was no need to corner and drag Teo; the young teen was all but bouncing alongside her in his joy. On seeing what they were expected to fly on, however, Haru balked. “No. No way. My feet are not leaving the ground,” he said.

Zuko, too, was reluctant. “I’m not trusting myself on anything that weighs less than I do,” he said, flatly.

Madam Hooch gave both of them incredulous looks. “How do you expect to get anywhere without flying?” she asked.

“I’ll walk, thanks,” said Haru.

“I prefer sailing,” Zuko replied. “Overland, I’ll walk.”

She opened her mouth again, but Teo intervened. “They don’t like heights. How does this work, anyway?” Distracted, she moved on to teach the young man, who to nobody’s surprise proved to have a natural gift for flight.

“I don’t mind heights,” Zuko muttered, quietly enough that only Haru could hear him. “I just don’t trust a stick to keep me up there.”

“He had to tell her something — oh, that kid is going to break his neck.” Above, Teo had finished a loop-the-loop and was now executing a barrel roll.

“No, he’s not. He knows what he’s doing.”

“He knows what he’s doing with a glider,” countered Haru, even though it was obvious that Teo understood the mechanics of flying on a broom just as well as he did with a glider. Above, Teo dove towards them and pulled up sharply at the last moment, tumbling intentionally from the broom and rolling to their feet. Laughing, he looked up at both of them.

Despite himself, Zuko smiled faintly. Haru, however, rolled his eyes. “Airbenders.”

The thirteen-year-old blinked at him. “But I’m not an—”

“You’ve got the soul of one,” the earthbender interrupted him.

Zuko’s smile faded slightly, but not entirely.

Teo laughed again and rolled to his feet. “I wanna do that again!” he declared, and then was chasing after his broom happily. Haru groaned.

“You’re going to give Haru a heart attack,” Zuko said, wryly.

“Am not!” Teo retorted, picking up the broom and bolting back to them, his ubiquitous grin on his face.

The prince just shook his head. He was still smiling.

Teo tilted his head to one side. “…I’ve never seen you smile, Zu,” he commented, then mounted his broom and kicked off.

Zuko blinked a little, startled both by Teo’s comment and the unexpected nickname. Haru put a hand on his shoulder. “Congratulations, Zu,” he said with a slight smile of his own. “You’ve got a friend.”

“I…” He boggled a little. This…wasn’t what he’d expected. He wasn’t a likeable person, dammit! People didn’t want to make friends with him.

Except somebody did. And, apparently, somehow had.

He frowned down at his bandaged hand, trying to make sense of this new development. I can’t… he can’t be friends with me, I’m going to die in our war, assuming I survive this one. It’s too cruel to Teo to be his friend now.

The young man’s laughter drifted back down to both of them.

* * *

After class that night, Haru and Zuko lingered on the astronomy tower until Haru marked the all-clear. “Anything interesting come up?” Zuko asked. Professor Umbridge had given him detention for a month, save only for the nights when he had astronomy.

“Several disturbing things. Apparently this Dark Lord everyone is afraid to name? Voldythingy?”

“What about him?”

“Some of his minions are still around. They call them Death Eaters.” Haru rolled his eyes. “My House’s ringleader is the son of two of them. And he considers it a badge of pride. They also hate non-magic folk, and magic folk born to nonmagic folk.”

“…I’ll ask around my house about them. Our houses seem to be rivals, I’ll probably get a completely different picture than you’ve been getting.”

Haru wasn’t listening. A dreamy look had crossed his face as a pleasing thought came to him.

“…What are you thinking about?”

“Just that there’s this girl I’d love for them to meet.”

“Oh?” Zuko turned to him and arched his eyebrow.

“Well, she wouldn’t really fit their definition of magic.” Haru paused. “I think. Teo does, even though he’s not a bender.”

“Ah. Right then.” Clearly, whatever story was behind this wasn’t coming out.

Haru shrugged, blushing faintly. “She’s not here, anyway. So the point is moot.”

“Guess so.”

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Sure. I have detention again, I’ll meet you after that. Where?”

“Library.”

“Right. See you then.” He stood and wandered off.

* * *

Unfortunately, that next meeting would be delayed for awhile, due to events nobody could have foreseen.

They began when Teo had his first Defence class. Confused about the theoretical approach Professor Umbridge had mentioned, the young man raised his hand.

“Yes?” she said, slightly irritated, pointing at him.

“I don’t really understand, professor,” he said. “Do you mean we’re not going to actually practise the spells?”

“The education experts at the Ministry believe that a theoretical approach will be more than sufficient to get you through your exams.”

Teo, the child of a century-long war, then asked, “But what if someone attacks us?”

“No one is going to attack you in my classroom,” she snapped. “Come to my office tonight at six, for detention.”

Stunned, the boy stared at her. “Detention? But—”

“Sit down and open your book,” she said, sharply.

Confused and upset, Teo obeyed.

* * *

Zuko and a dark haired fifth year boy he vaguely recognized as a Gryffindor were already at Umbridge’s office when he arrived.

“Hi, Zu,” he greeted the firebender listlessly.

“…What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised.

“I got detention,” he replied.

“What for?”

“I don’t know!” Teo exclaimed. “I just asked her what would happen if we got attacked, and she gave me a detention!”

Zuko clenched his fists, accidentally tearing open the half-healed marks from his last detention. I must control my temper.

The younger man took the seat next to Zuko, still clearly confused about what he’d done wrong. Professor Umbridge reminded Zuko and the fifth-year Gryffindor (Harry Potter, apparently) of their assigned tasks, and told Teo what she wanted him to write.

Obediently, he put the quill she’d provided to paper and began to write, and pain suddenly jerked across his hand. Startled, he gasped and dropped the quill.

“Is something wr—”

Before Umbridge could finish her deliberately cruel question, Zuko had launched himself over his desk at her, swords drawn.

“Zuko, no! Teo flung himself after the firebender, knocking his desk aside, and wrapped his arms around the older man’s waist, stopping him short of his target. “It isn’t worth it!”

“Let go, Teo,” the prince hissed.

“No, Zu, it isn’t worth it!” he repeated, tightening his hold. Potter just stared at them both, his eyes wide.

He pulled away, breaking the younger boy’s grip as gently as he could, launching himself at the teacher again.

Stupefy!” she shouted, and Zuko dropped to the ground midleap.

Zuko! Teo didn’t really remember moving, but he found himself between Umbridge and Zuko, staring defiantly at her.

His trembling ruined the effect somewhat.

“Go back to your lines. Both of you,” Umbridge snapped at Harry and Teo.

Teo shook his head, staying where he was.

Now.”

Behind Teo, Zuko stirred — either Umbridge’s spell wasn’t as powerful as she thought it was, or the firebender was just too damned stubborn to stay down. “Teo. Haru’s in the library. Go find him.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Teo said, continuing to stare at the professor. He couldn’t stop shaking, but Zuko had to be protected.

“Teo, go,” Zuko said, quietly, giving the younger boy a gentle nudge towards the door. There were people who would actually care if anything happened to Teo. He had to be protected.

“But, Zu—”

Go.”

Teo ran.

As Zuko had said, Haru was in the library; once Teo had spilled what had just happened to him, the earthbender snarled. “Go back to your common room,” he ordered the younger man. Now.” As Teo fled once more, Haru bolted for Umbridge’s office, hoping he’d get there before there was a murder.

Zuko was unconscious on the floor again — apparently, he’d made a second try for Umbridge’s head, and she’d Stunned him again. Potter was still at his desk, wand out, eyes wide, staring as though he had been body-bound. Taking a brief moment to compose himself — the last time he’d been this angry had been on that prison ship when the warden had mocked Katara’s attempts to rally the imprisoned earthbenders — Haru strode into the office. Cold. Cold was better than heat.

“What do you want?” Umbridge asked him, not taking her eyes — or her wand — off of the unconscious prince.

“An explanation as for why I have a frightened thirteen-year-old boy with a bleeding hand coming to me for protection from a teacher.”

“He was impertinent. I gave him a detention.”

“Teo? Impertinent?” Haru’s voice was heavy with scorn.

“Yes. He questioned my teaching decisions.”

“…let me guess. Theoretical lessons as opposed to a practical every now and again?”

“Yes, if you must know.”

“I am legally considered his guardian,” Haru snapped. “I must. Further guessing, he mentioned a possibility of being attacked.”

“And I informed him that there was no need to fear attack in my classroom.”

“Because that’s the best way to reassure a child who’s grown up with a war, I’m sure.”

“He was still impertinent,” Umbridge said coolly.

“Wrong,” Haru said flatly. “He was confused. He doesn’t quite understand that this place is safe.”

“That may be so, but he is still a student in my classroom and directly contradicted me. This is impertinent, and I will not tolerate it.”

Green eyes narrowed dangerously. “And I will not tolerate you making him bleed for a misunderstanding. I thought this was a school, not the army.”

“This is a school. And children who misbehave must be punished. How else will they learn?”

“Then let me spell this out for you,” Haru said, towering over the diminutive professor. “If you hurt Teo again, I will make you regret it. I do not need your course, I do not need to graduate this school. I don’t need your magic. Don’t hurt him again.”

“I am sure he will give me no further cause to,” she said, coolly.

Zuko was starting to stir again, which, if Haru wanted to avoid further violence, was probably a good indicator that it was time to leave. As he knelt to draw the prince over his shoulder, he noticed something.

There was fresh blood on Zuko’s hand.

There was fresh blood on Potter’s hand.

Teo had been bleeding.

The papers on the desks glistened with red liquid slowly drying to brown.

Haru’s eyes narrowed even further. Indeed.” He finished pulling the Fire Nation prince over his shoulder and left the room.


Continued here, as Scribbld decided to bitch about chapter length again.

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