Harry Potter and the Na'vi Avatar
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction and no attempt at any profit is being made here, I own nothing as it all belongs to; JK Rowling (Harry Potter), James Cameron (Avatar) and anyone they have assigned their rights to.
Warnings: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Character death.
Author's Notes: The problem with crossovers is trying to find a plausible way for the two worlds to mix. So although I enjoy both Harry Potter and Avatar, I didn't think there would be any chance of reading a decent crossover. Well, not with any recognisably canon version of Harry, given that his Hogwarts days were over a hundred and forty odd years - not to mention 4.37 light years away from Pandora and the Na'vi war with the Sawtute.
That is, until I thought of a way that started to make some more sense to me as I considered it. I'll leave it to you, the readers, to decide for yourself whether it is at least plausible enough for you to read.
Finally, while I normally loathe the idea of an author having to explain their story to their readers, I will say that Chapter 1 is the prologue that sets up the crossover to Avatar, and is the only part set in the potterverse. To avoid rehashing many of the events in Deathly Hallows, I've summarised many of them by using Harry's own internal observations, and the result is a little rushed. I don't expect to overuse this method again in future chapters.
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Chapter 1: The End of Harry Potter
By the time Harry Potter had made his way into the forest clearing where Voldemort and his Death Eaters plotted the taking of Hogwarts, he was resigned to his death. The Horcrux the dark lord had accidentally left in his head meant that while he lived, Lord Voldemort couldn't die. So, he had to die.
All it would take then was for Neville to destroy Nagini as he'd promised, and then Voldemort would be mortal again. After that, anyone could kill him and the prophecy should be satisfied. After all, he'd had a hand in setting up Voldemort's demise. It would have to be enough.
Voldemort was speaking to him again.
"Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived," He hissed softly.
Harry watched as Lord Voldemort's mouth moved, and then there was a flash of green light and everything was gone.
. . .
The afterlife was not what Harry had expected it to be, though truthfully he hadn't given it very much thought. Just some vague idea that he'd get to see his parents and Sirius again. Besides, after tonight's walk through the forest with the spirits of them and Remus, that expectation didn't seem all that unrealistic.
Instead what he got was Dumbledore, King's Cross Station, and the disgusting thing that Dumbledore said was Voldemort's Horcrux. Given what he'd been through lately, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised anymore at anything fate sent his way.
He tried to focus on Dumbledore's explanation of how he wasn't really dead yet. There were references made to his blood being used in Voldemort's rebirthing ritual, as well as Harry being the Master of Death because he was the master of all three Deathly Hallows. One of those Hallows was even the very wand Voldemort used to curse him.
Harry just shook his head in confusion, but didn't see any point in trying to work it out. He simply resigned himself to going along with whatever he was told. "Right, so what happens now then?"
Dumbledore looked at him sadly. "Well, my boy. I had hoped that you could return to your own body and finish the task you began, but that isn't going to be possible I'm afraid."
"Perhaps you should see for yourself," Dumbledore responded, and Harry turned and watched with his former Headmaster as an image of the forest appeared a dozen feet away, as though projected onto mist.
In the image, Voldemort was rising slowly and painfully to his feet.
. . .
"The boy... is he dead?" Voldemort asked, but there was only silence in response.
Bellatrix snarled at the other Death Eaters for their cowardice, and launched a vicious severing curse at Harry's neck, decapitating him. She turned and knelt at her master's feet, "He is dead, my Lord."
. . .
Harry watched the images numbly after seeing himself beheaded.
... There was Voldemort taunting the Hogwarts defenders with his severed head and the screams and cries from his friends at the sight of it.
... Neville, taking the sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat and killing Nagini.
... The fighting and dying on both sides, and then Molly pushing Ginny aside and battling Bellatrix, eventually managing to kill her.
... Then Voldemort retaliating and cursing Molly, before himself falling in a hail of spells from the defenders, with Ginny sending a Reducto to his head, thereby ending the reign of Lord Voldemort.
"So it's finally over then?" Harry asked, tearing his eyes from the images of his grieving friends.
"Yes, it is finally over. Your work there is done," Dumbledore agreed, before adding "and may I say again how magnificent you were. It is only because of you that it is over."
Harry just nodded, lacking the energy to argue that his friends deserved the credit. Most of it anyway.
"What happens now?"
"That is up to you," Dumbledore said gravely.
"But I thought... and now that Voldemort is dead... and I'm obviously dead... what?"
"Harry, time doesn't pass here the same way that you are used to. In a sense, we are everywhere and everywhen. I knew what had happened to your body before it happened, because I had already seen it, just as I've already had this conversation with you."
"So you're saying... I could go back to a time before my body was killed then?" Harry asked, totally confused.
Dumbledore sighed softly. "That is one of your options, but, Harry, there would be no point. When you return to linear time, you would only have the memories you had at that time in your life. So things would play out as they already have, leading to us, here, now, talking about other options."
"Harry, you are still the Master of Death, and you could take over another body not your own. Unfortunately, there aren't many bodies to choose from. Inferi for instance are not alive, and inhabiting a living body would displace their soul. I do not think that you would care to do that."
Harry shook his head, trying to work out where his former headmaster was trying to lead him. "So, someone who was recently kissed by a dementor then?"
"Unfortunately, no. When dementors take a soul from their victims, the process makes it impossible for a soul to bind itself to that body again. It would be like trying to hang a coat on a wall after all the hooks had been removed. No, Harry, you need a body that was created for the sole purpose of housing another soul, and there is only one place we will find one."
"On a world called Pandora."
. . .
Harry peered out the windows of the speeding train trying to see something, anything through the perpetual fog that billowed outside. There was nothing there. The train carriage he occupied was empty, and it was impossible to open the doors to move to any of the others. There was nothing he could do except sit and think.
It was only after he'd been thinking for a while that he realised how easily he'd been manipulated by his former headmaster into boarding this train, instead of the scarlet Hogwarts Express that was now bound for the 'real' afterlife. The one that would have led to his parents, and Sirius, and others that had passed on.
But he'd been tricked into indulging his curiosity about what another planet looked like. Well, technically it was a moon, but it sounded more like a planet than any moon he'd heard of. And it was filled with strange plants, big blue aliens and creatures that were more like dinosaurs than animals. Really, who wouldn't want to see that?
So he'd been curious enough that he'd let Dumbledore lead him away from the platform they'd been on, and they passed several others until they reached platform 4 and 4 tenths. There, a strange blue locomotive with the destination showing 'Alpha Centauri A' was just starting to depart.
Dumbledore had given him a gentle push towards a carriage door, and he'd found himself on the train giving a farewell wave to the old man still on the platform. The fog had quickly swallowed the train as it left the station, and as it did there was nothing more to see.
So now he was left with only his thoughts, getting more and more bored and sleepy. He wasn't wearing a watch, and wishing for one as he'd done for the robes he was now wearing hadn't worked. Nor had wishing for something to eat or drink.
Even the initial excitement that he'd felt at what he could expect to find on Pandora was wearing off. He'd had more than enough time to realise that he could have been with his parents by now, and with Sirius and Remus. After everything he'd been through lately, had he really chosen more adventure over family and friends?
His last conscious thought before giving in to his fatigue, was wondering; why oh why didn't he take the red train instead of the blue one?