AvatarCat13: Hey there again, folks! This is gonna be the fourth chapter...sorry if I made that a bit obvious.

That aside, I'm here to tell you that it's two years since I graduated from high school. Two years! And what've I been doing this time? Uploading stories, keeping an eye on the dogs, and playing World Of Warcraft. Yeah, I did get a job and a small vacation to take a break, but thanks to the antics of the other dogs, I'm hoping to get another job or vacation soon.

Well...that's enough of that. On with the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Avatar: The Last AirBender or Harry Potter. They belong to Bryke (Bryan and Mike) and J.K. Rowling, the three geniuses who created these two awesome series. But the only characters I DO own are the Davidson family.

Summary: Team Avatar joins Brian and his family in going to Diagon Alley to shop for school supplies! But Toph senses that someone from their group (and the Weasleys) is missing! Can she find him in time before they leave him behind by accident?

Uploading Date: May 20, 2013



At Diagon Alley...Again

The Davidsons' place wasn't like the Weasleys' place, and neither was the family to an extent. They had seen that the Weasleys were poor yet kind, and as for the Davidsons...they were even richer, but they were kindhearted folk. Plus, the Burrow (the Weasleys' place) was rather tall with one room stacked on top of another while the Tunnels (the Davidsons' place) was partially underground. That part there was what Toph liked the best.

Things were also quite hectic thanks to the animals living here too, but she liked the small dog and cat they had. Their names were Holly and Aslan respectively, and they seemed to have taken a liking to Gin, who seemed to get along with them quite well. Momo did not like them, but he merely tolerated them in his presence, but if they got anywhere near his food, he would hiss at them until they left.

But Toph knew that Aang could handle animals like that. For now, though, she could work on her EarthBending before going to Hogwarts this year.

Right now, it was sunrise and a few days since they had arrived at the Davidsons' house, and it was the weekend. Brian was at home with the rest of them and his family, watching Aang and Toph having a practice EarthBending battle. Toph knew that, by the kind of stance she felt Aang was in, he wasn't going to be fully offensive. That was fine with her...which would give her some kind of advantage.

"Aren't AirBenders supposed to be gentle folks?" Brian asked, but it was a curious question.

"Yes sir," Katara spoke up, watching the friendly sparring match. "But there could still be plenty of opportunities for an attack. Aang might not be an EarthBender since AirBending Avatars can't learn EarthBending easily, but he's learning."

Hearing that the talk was getting distracting, Toph called, "You mind if you keep it down a bit, Sugar Queen? EarthBender's gotta focus!"

She didn't see Katara roll her eyes, but she heard her mutter, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sifu Toph. Continue if you please."

Toph turned back around before finding herself being pushed back a bit by Aang, who appeared to have had made armor or earth around him. So she pushed back with all her strength, digging her feet hard into the earth, and shoved him back a few feet. Aang broke down the armor and sent it at Toph in small bullets, which she countered by sacrificing her rock armor to make a shield out of rock. She kicked a piece of rock out of the shield and kicked it towards the Avatar, who quickly used AirBending to blow it away as a result.

The sound of whooshing air made Toph sigh and shake her head. Aang was a good EarthBender now despite being an AirBender, but he still had a lot more to learn about this element. So she walked over to him and flicked his forehead a bit hard with her fingers, making him yelp in mild hurt and surprise.

"You did it again, Twinkletoes," Toph told him. "How many times do I have to tell you this? Meet it head-on, not use your fancy AirBending to get around it."

"Sorry," Aang chuckled in mild embarrassment. "Can we go again?"

But before Toph could reply, Delia spoke up, "I'm afraid it'll have to wait for now. I think the school owl's arrived."

And lo and behold, the sound of an owl's wings reached Toph's ears, making her look up. The owl had dropped two letters before her and Aang before going over to Katara and Sokka for their letters. But it appeared that the bird wasn't done yet, for it flew over to the Davidson kids and dropped one last letter in Misty's arms.

"You got a Hogwarts letter!" Sokka exclaimed, looking down at it. "Open it up!"

Misty did so, and as she did, she let out a small gasp and read through the letter. Toph could tell that she was getting excited about receiving her first letter, and she recalled showing her own parents hers as well. Thanks to having been more understanding, her parents had allowed her to go to Hogwarts as long as she handled herself well. But still...Toph wondered if Brian and Delia would let her go there without any worries.

"You guys been to Hogwarts before?" Misty asked. Apparently, Team Avatar nodded due to murmurs of "Yeah" and "We've been there". And then, the young girl asked, "And you've been there too, Mom and Dad?"

"Yep," Brian said. "You see, misty, we were born in America, but we moved to England when we heard about Hogwarts, a place of opportunity. Your mother's Muggleborn, so her knowledge of science and other stuff can help you there. We're proud of you for going, Misty," he added, giving his oldest daughter a big hug.

Delia joined in, saying, "And please, Misty...be careful when you get there."

This made Toph smile at this little scene, remembering something like that. It was like what her parents had said when they allowed her to go to Hogwarts. At least Brian and Delia hadn't tried to shelter their daughter because of her abilities since her father had the same powers. But still, it would be good to have another friend to look after while at school; besides, she was also a few months younger than Aang...if he hadn't been frozen in the iceberg.

Smirking at Aang looking away, Toph kicked up a piece of earth the size of a marble and tossed it at him. It hit his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise before turning around and seeing her as he gave her a slightly indignant glare.

"Now that it's over, can we get back to practice?" Toph asked, raising a brow.



Team Avatar had gotten up the next morning, eager to head over to Diagon Alley to see Harry again. Just as Delia was ready to cook breakfast, Katara had quickly assisted her while learning to make some dishes not seen in the Avatar world. Toph had to admit that even though the WaterBender could sometimes be too motherly, she helped make some good food. Plus, she was also grateful for her friend's caring nature.

They had already gotten their stuff together, but they needed extra supplies for Hogwarts, their second year. Momo and Gin were staying at the place to keep Holly and Aslan company, but Toph did not bring her toad Boulder with her because he kept slipping out of her grasp. But in the meantime, she was just through with eating some bacon when Brian came to the house from work, explaining that he wanted to see his daughter get her supplies.

"Got the Floo Powder ready?" he asked Delia, kissing her lips lightly.

"Yep," Delia said. "We got some ready for plenty of guests."

"Floo Powder?" Aang piped up. "What's that?"

Brian explained, "It's what wizards and witches use in replacement of Apparating...which we'll tell you later," he added when Toph heard Aang nearly ask something. "You just take a bit of powder and wait until the fire turns green. Then step into the fireplace and shout out the place you want to go to, toss the powder down to your feet, and close your eyes to wait for your destination to pop up."

"Wow," Sokka whistled. "But what about Appa? He can-"

"...expose himself to the Muggles," Toph finished for him. "Fat chance for people to not notice a nine-ton bison, Snoozles."

Aang added, "Yeah, and I don't want the authorities to take Appa away...like last time."

Sokka nodded. "...oh..."

"One more thing," Misty spoke up. "Make sure you speak loudly and clearly on where to go to. Any mistake, and you'll find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time."

Toph didn't feel quite comfortable about it now. She would rather walk on the ground...or even lava...than take some transportation that involved getting her feet off the ground. Travelling by Appa was okay, but that was because she trusted the flying bison.

Delia spoke up, "Rather than talk about it, why don't you show them Misty? Just take some powder here, and..."

The shuffling sound of feet made Toph know that the young girl had walked up to the fireplace, taking a deep breath as if she wasn't sure of herself. But as soon as she shouted "Diagon Alley!", she had suddenly vanished into thin air. Toph didn't need to see to learn of this, for she could not feel any vibrations at the fireplace anymore. And thanks to this super sense, it almost made her happy that she was blind.

The younger kids tried it and succeeded, disappearing from view, along with Sokka and Katara right behind them. Aang even went there and stayed silent for ten seconds before shouting "Diagon Alley!" And with a whoosh of air, the Avatar vanished.

Without much needed help, Toph clambered up to the fireplace, took a handful of powder, and closed her blind eyes. She focused on the feeling of extra cobblestone under her feet and the winding paths that led to different shops. And finally, opening her eyes wide, she shouted, "Diagonally!" and threw the powder down.

She felt like he was being sucked down a giant whirlpool. Toph was spinning very fast, and the roaring in her ears was earsplitting. She tried to keep her eyes open, but the whirl of flames made her feel sick as something hard knocked against her elbow. With a hiss of pain, she tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning and feeling like cold hands were slapping her. Feeling her breakfast churning inside her, she closed her eyes again wishing it would stop, and then...

Toph fell, face forward, onto cold stone, and got to her feet, dizzy, bruised, and covered in soot. She stumbled back, hearing someone gasp "Ow!" as she jumped back. From the unsteady way this person was standing, he was currently dizzy. And from the way she felt the heat coming from him, she whispered his name.


"Toph?" Harry whispered back. "Wha...what're you doing here?"

Toph replied, "I got on the wrong side of the Floo travel stuff. You?"

Harry replied, "Fine...that, and I just broke my glasses. But where are we?"

"I don't know," the blind master EarthBender answered with a shrug. "What do you see since I'm blind?"

"Nothing on the Hogwarts list, that's for sure."

The sooner they got out of here, the better. Her nose still stinging where it had hit the earth, Toph led Harry as they made their way swiftly and silently toward the door, but before they got to it, two people appeared to be arriving. She heard Harry gasp and turned to him, an eyebrow raised.

"What's up?" she whispered.

"Malfoy," Harry whispered, hiding behind a cabinet.

Hearing about Harry's enemy from Hogwarts, Toph looked quickly around and shot inside the cabinet too and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. She knew it was Malfoy and a mean girl who insulted Kya (Katara and Sokka's mother) and made Katara cry the year before; no one would insult them except her...in a teasing way, of course.

Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoy stepped into the shop. He appeared to be escorted by another person, who was coming in and saying, "Touch nothing, Draco."

Draco whined, "Father, I thought you were going to buy me a present."

"I said I would buy you a racing broom," his father said, drumming his fingers on the counter.

"What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?" Draco complained in that whiny voice. "Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good; it's just because he's famous...famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead...everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick..."

Someone's jealous, Toph realized. But before Draco could complain some more, Mr. Malfoy said, "You have told me this at least a dozen times already. And I would remind you that it is not...prudent...to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear...ah, Mr. Borgin."

"Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again," a man said in an oily voice. 'Delighted...and young Master Malfoy too...charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced..."

"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling," Mr. Malfoy said.


Malfoy went on, "You have heard, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids. have a few...ah...items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call."

Mr. Borgin appeared to be looking down the at list. "The Ministry wouldn't presume to trouble you, sir, surely?"

"I have not been visited yet," Mr. Malfoy replied with a hint of contempt. "The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. There are rumors about a new Muggle Protection Act...no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it."

Toph felt her fists clench into fists of stone and felt the same angry heat from Harry. She had heard about all the prejudice from the Wizarding world...and the same from her world. Aang had often said that only national cooperation and friendship could work, but it appeared that people like Malfoy wanted to continue this bigotry. She looked up in time to hear Mr. Malfoy go on, "...and as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear..."

"I understand, sir, of course," Mr. Borgin said. "Let me see..."

"Can I have that?" Draco interrupted, pointing at something.

Mr. Borgin scurried over to Draco. "Ah, the Hand of Glory! Insert a candle, and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir."

"I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin," Mr. Malfoy said in a cold voice.

"No offense, sir, no offense meant," Borgin replied hastily.

Mr. Malfoy went on more coldly still, "Though if his grades don't pick up, that may indeed be all he is fit for."

Draco snapped, "It's not my fault. The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger..."

"...is tons smarter than you," Toph muttered so that only Harry could hear.

"I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam," Mr. Malfoy snapped at his son.

Toph heard Harry whisper "Ha!" under his breath, feeling shame and angry from Draco. And she agreed with the Boy Who lived completely.

"It's the same all over," Mr. Borgin said in his oily voice. "Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere."

"Not with me," said Mr. Malfoy.

"'No, sir, nor with me, sir," said Mr. Borgin.

Mr. Malfoy went on curtly, "In that case, perhaps we can return to my list. I am in something of a hurry, Borgin; I have important business elsewhere today."

So they started to haggle, but Toph felt Harry tense up beside her. She could feel Draco's light footsteps come nearer, examining the objects for sale. Draco paused to examine a hangman's rope and to read, smirking, the card propped on a magnificent necklace of opals. Harry was whispering all the stuff into her ear when their enemy turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him. He walked forward and stretched out his hand for the handle...

"Done," Mr. Malfoy finally said at the counter. "Come, Draco. Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. I'll expect you at the manor tomorrow to pick up the goods."

The moment the door had closed, Mr. Borgin dropped his oily manner and muttered to himself, "Good day yourself, Mister Malfoy, and if the stories are true, you haven't sold me half of what's hidden in your manor..."

Muttering darkly, he disappeared into a back room. Toph and Harry waited for a minute in case he came back, and then, quietly as they could, they slipped out of the cabinet, past the glass cases, and out of the shop door.

Toph flinched a bit when she felt a rat's body squish beneath her feet; she liked being dirty, but this was overkill. Harry was looking around, so she grabbed his sleeve so that she wouldn't step on any rat bodies, but the air felt gloomy. The sooner they got out of this dark place, the better.

"Not lost are you, my dears?" a voice hissed in Harry's ear, making him jump. It appeared to be an old hag, someone like the old woman who taught Katara BloodBending.

Harry gulped. "We're fine, thanks. We're just..."

"On our way home," Toph added as the old woman made her way closer. "Seriously, we're fine, so you can go now. Prowl safely."

"HARRY! What d'yeh think yer doin' down there?"

Toph recognized the thick and gruff accent: it was Hagrid. The massive Hogwarts gamekeeper came striding toward them, panting and apparently shocked and worried.

"Hagrid!" Harry croaked in relief. "We were lost...Floo powder..."

Hagrid seized both kids by the scruffs of their necks and pulled them away from the witch, knocking a tray right out of her hands. Her shrieks followed them all the way along the twisting alleyway out into bright sunlight. Even though Toph was still blind, she felt the stone under her feet feel cleaner and smoother; Hagrid had steered them right into Diagon Alley.

"Yer both a mess!" Hagrid said gruffly, dusting Harry off while Toph did it to herself. "Skulkin' around Knockturn Alley, I dunno, dodgy place...don' want no one ter see yeh down there. They'll think yeh're up to no good!"

"We know that now," Toph retorted while Harry added, "I told you, we were lost...wait, what were you doing down there, anyway?"

Hagrid looked down at them. "Me? Well, I was...lookin' fer a Flesh-Eatin' Slug Repellent. They're ruinin' the school cabbages. Yer not on yer own?"

"I'm staying with the Weasleys, but we got separated," Harry said. "I gotta go and find them."

Toph added, "Same here...except for the Weasleys part. We're staying with the Davidsons."

They set off together down the street, and before Toph could walk further, she was greeted by someone hugging her tight. The blind EarthBender caught the sweet scent of wildflowers and realized that it was Katara who had come to greet her. The latter was saying, "Toph, where in the world were you? We've heard that you were missing along with Harry, and we've all been worried sick!"

"Let her breathe, sis." Sokka had arrived along with Aang. "But seriously, Toph, where'd you go to? An EarthBending store?" he added as a joke.

"Nope. I went to Knockturn Alley," Toph replied. "But we're fine."

"Knockturn Alley?!" A familiar worried voice made them turn around. "Oh, I hope you two were alright!"

Toph didn't need to ask who it was, for Aang spoke up, "Hermione! It's great to see ya!"

Hermione greeted him, "You too, Aang...and everyone too! I heard you were shopping with the Davidsons. I hope you find them!"

"No worries, kid. Already here."

That was Brian, sounding relieved to see them all in one piece. Other voices to the side told Toph that Harry had been reunited with the Weasleys as well, and the Davidsons had come over to chat with them before rejoining Team Avatar. Toph had heard that they were good friends, but she never knew that they were this close.

"Guess who I saw in Knockturn Alley?" she asked them later as they stopped for lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, the first place Team Avatar ever went to in Harry's world. "I saw Malfoy there, the kid who made Sugar Queen cry. He was there with his dad, selling some kind of stuff."

"Dark stuff?" Brian asked, leaning forward. "I bet what Lucius is doing: hiding his Dark Wizard stuff and sucking up to the Minister. And yes, he works with me at the Ministry." His voice got a bit bitterer as he went on, "I still can't believe Fudge would even hire him, the slimeball."

Delia leaned forth and said, "Dearest, don't go picking a fight. I agree with you, but you don't want to get into trouble for attacking a fellow Ministry worker."

Brian sighed. "You're right, sweetie. Sorry to make you worry."

"Why is this Lucius guy bad?" Sokka asked. "And how bad is he?"

"He's one of those who turned back to the good side...or so he says," Brian explained. "He was one of You-Know-Who's top followers, but he told us that he was brainwashed...that's a load of crap, I say." Ignoring Delia's exclamation of "Brian!", he went on, "If he says he's truly changed for the better, then I'll eat Big Mama for a snack."

Just then, Katara spoke up, "Should we get back to school shopping? It's almost noon now."

So they got up from their seats, paid for the food, and headed back outside to Diagon Alley.


An hour later, they headed over for Flourish and Blotts, ready to get their books. But as they all approached it, Aang noticed a large crowd shoving outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:

GILDEROY LOCKHARTwill be signing copies of his autobiography


Today 12:30 P.M - 4:30 P.M.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "He's written almost the whole booklist!"

The crowd was made up mostly of witches around Molly's age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly please, ladies. Don't push, there...mind the books now."

Aang looked to the side, wondering if Katara would be jumping up and down like one of the witches. Instead, he was amazed to see her look so calm and cool about the entire thing. It was perhaps due to having a good bond with him that let her keep her cool. Letting her hold his hand, Aang led her inside the story to join their friends and the Golden Trio.

A long line twisted right to the back of the shop, where the man named Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. Aang and his friends each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who had joined them. This person must have been important to bring over as much people as he could to this crowded bookstore.

"Oh, there you are," Molly said, sounding breathless. ''We'll be able to see him in a minute."

Gilderoy Lockhart himself came slowly into view, seated at a table enclosed by large pictures of himself, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd; they were so bright that you could see yourself in them. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of baby blue that matched his eyes, and his pointed wizard's hat was set at a cheery angle on his crimped hair. A short irritable-looking man was turning around, taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.

"Out of the way," he snarled at Ron and Sokka, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet."

"Big flipping woo-hoo!" Sokka muttered as Ron growled "So what?" at the same time.

But Gilderoy Lockhart heard them. He looked up, saw Ron and Sokka...and then he saw Harry. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause, but Aang saw that Harry didn't like this at all by the way his face turned red. So he sped through the crowd as Lockhart shook Harry's hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.

"Nice big smile, Harry," Lockhart was saying through his own gleaming teeth. "Together, you and I are worth the front page."

"He's not on the front page," Aang muttered, the top of his shaved head nearly touching his chin. "Now stop it. You're embarrassing him."

Noticing him, Lockhart (to his dismay) said, "Oh, all right then, Arrow Boy! You too!" So Aang had to grin on the outside, but his inside was screaming, Please get us outta here! I'd rather eat fireballs than take another picture!

When Lockhart finally let go of Harry's hand, Aang tried to get Harry to sidle back over to the Weasleys. But Lockhart threw an arm around their shoulders and clamped them tightly to his side, to the Avatar's fury. He recalled when he had his own fan club of little girls at Kyoshi Island years ago, and with a burning shame, he remembered how haughty he acted just to get Katara's attention. But this guy...he was just overegging the pudding.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Lockhart called loudly, waving for silence. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time! When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography, which I shall be happy to present him and his arrow headed friend now, free of charge."

The crowd applauded again, and Lockhart continued, "They had no idea that they would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. They and their schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The crowd cheered and clapped, and Harry was being presented with the entire book collection of Gilderoy Lockhart. Seeing him staggering slightly under their weight, Aang managed to take some books and edge their way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron. Misty was beside them, apparently keeping her blue eyes on Lockhart; from the rapt way she stared at him, Aang wondered if she was crushing on him too.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" an unpleasantly familiar voice growled. It was Draco Malfoy, Harry's callous counterpart, wearing his usual sneer. "Famous Harry Potter...can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" Ginny, the youngest girl, spoke up, glaring up at him.

Malfoy stared down at her in repugnance before drawling scornfully, "Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!"

Ginny went scarlet as Ron and Hermione fought their way over, holding Lockhart's books. Ron glared at Malfoy and growled, "Oh, it's you. Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," Malfoy sneered. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Ron went as red as Ginny, dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy. But Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket as Sokka growled, "Haven't changed, eh? How about I stick this boomerang in your eye and see how you'll be changed?!"

"Ron!" Arthur was struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here; let's go outside."

"Well, well, well...Arthur Weasley."

It was Mr. Malfoy, standing with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way. By the way Arthur was nodding coldly and said "Lucius" in a calm way, they could be rivals towards one another. And he wasn't the only one; Brian was glaring at him before sinking back into the crowd, making Aang confused. What was he doing?

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," he said in a smooth ingratiating voice. "All those raids...I hope they're paying you overtime?"

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. He put them back and sneered, "Obviously not. Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," Arthur said.

"Clearly," Lucius sniffed, his pale eyes straying to the Grangers, who were watching uneasily. "The company you keep, Weasley...and I thought your family could sink no lower."

There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying and Arthur threw himself at Lucius, knocking him back into a bookshelf. Just then, a tabby cat leapt down from a shelf and onto the blonde-haired man's head, scratching and biting wherever it could reach. Dozens of heavy books came thundering down on all their heads, and the cat let out a hiss as Lucius kicked it away.

There was a yell of "Get him, Dad!" from the twins, Molly and Delia yelling, "No, Arthur/Brian, no!", and the crowd going back, knocking more shelves over. The store assistant was calling, "Gentlemen, please...please!", and the cat rolled away a bit before leaping back into the crowd.

Finally, there was a cry of "Break it up, there, gents, break it up!" as Hagrid waded to them through the sea of books. In an instant, he had pulled Arthur and Lucius apart just as the cat disappeared and Brian appeared in its place. Arthur had a cut lip, Brian was clutching his now-bleeding chest with a smirk on his face (as if he thought it was worth it), and Lucius was hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools.

The latter was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book, but he thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with spite as he spat, "Here, girl. Take it; it's the best your father can give you."

Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip, he beckoned to Draco and swept from the shop.

"Yeh should've ignored him," Hagrid said, almost lifting Arthur and Brian off their feet as they flattened their robes. "Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that. No Malfoy's worth listenin' ter; bad blood, that's what it is. Come on now, let's get outta here."

The assistant looked like he wanted to stop them leaving, but he barely came up to Hagrid's waist and seemed to change his mind. The two families split up and hurried up the street, Delia beside herself with fury, snapping, I can't believe you and Arthur did that, Brian! And in public too!"

Toph shrugged. "I thought it was kinda cool. Besides, Slimy Dude had it coming. Him and that little brat of his."

"I agree with you there, Toph...but Delia's also right," Katara added. "I know what it's like to see a friend fighting in public."

"You're talking about the time I got in trouble at the school in the Fire Nation, are you?" Aang asked her in a deadpan tone.

Katara nodded. "Yep."

Aang shrugged as they headed back to the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. He knew he would have liked to use AirBending to reach this place, but he knew he would be seen in public. But despite the Floo Powder being easy to use, it made him feel uncomfortable, so he was no longer looking forward much to using it next time. To him, it wasn't the best way to travel.

To be continued...


AvatarCat13: Like I've said before (or have I here?), I'm sorry I haven't uploaded lately. I've been quite busy a lot lately and doing stuff: playing World Of Warcraft, writing other stories, keeping an eye on the house, and getting some puppies adopted (we now have only two puppies with us now). So please forgive me if I don't update stories lately.

Still, there's gonna be plenty of adventures ahead like morphing jokes, giant mishaps, and the usual Quidditch thing. But first, before we do the preview, I'd like to say something. I've decided to become a true author in real-life; yep, I'm making my own book series inspired by several things in real-life and in fiction. I'll show it on my profile, so feel free to view it sometime.

Remember to read and review! Those who do will get a virtual voodoo figurine of Lucius Malfoy and his son; yeah, I know they turn around later (sorry about the spoiler), but they sure were fox-hearts. I don't allow flames on this story, but I welcome any questions, advice, and constructive criticism as long as it's not harsh.

Preview: The return to Hogwarts is taking place at long last. Harry and Ron mysteriously do not show up, so they have to continue the journey without them. While on the train, the Golden Trio and Team Avatar encounter a familiar nasty rival...and a familiar face. Is this person going to let things remain in the past after ages of fighting for his/her home, or is this person going to hate them?

See ya next time!