"You okay?" Harry asked as he walked up to Aang who had returned to the statue room and was standing in front of the statue of Avatar Roku.
"Yeah, I guess." Aang said as Harry stopped next to him. "It's just been a long day."
"I can relate." Harry replied in a soft voice. "Any particular reason why you're here?"
"It's just...how is Roku supposed to help me if I can't talk to him?" Aang asked, looking at Roku's statue like it was a difficult puzzle.
"No clue," Harry honestly admitted. "but hopefully you'll find a way. I've studied a bit on Roku, I don't consider myself to be an expert or anything but I could help you out."
"Thanks Harry," Aang smiled at him. "that means a lot."
"We're all packed." Katara said as she and Sokka came back in.
"Yeah, I'm all ready to go." Sokka added before they all heard a sound.
They turn around and see the flying lemur standing on its back legs in the middle of the doorway, it jumps to the right and rushed toward where Sokka is standing. The animal reaches his feet and drops the load he was carrying, the load ended up being a variety of fruits. The lemur quickly dashes away while Sokka drops down into a sitting position and starts to stuff his face with the fruit, taking large bites of two different pieces of fruit.
"Do they not have manners in the Water Tribe?" Harry sighed, resisting the urge to face palm.
"We do, Sokka just never paid attention." Katara replied.
"It looks like you made a new friend, Sokka." Aang grinned as he gestured to the lemur.
"Can't talk...too busy eating." Sokka said as he stuffed his face with food.
"Hey little guy," Aang said when the lemur hopped onto Aang's shoulder and curled his tail around Aang's neck. "You, me and Appa, we're all that's left of this place. We have to stick together. Guys, say hello to the newest member of our family."
"What are you going to name him?" Katara asked just before the lemur leaped off of Aang and stole some fruit back from Sokka and returned to Aang's shoulder.
"Momo." Aang answered while Sokka looked at Momo with a dropped jaw. "Hey Harry, you want to say hello to our newest friend?" Aang asked as he gestured to Momo.
"Hi Momo." Harry said as he reached up and petted Momo who happily leaned into his touch. 'Hmm, at least I'm not likely to have my friendship with a lemur be as complicated as my last few relationships'. He thought to himself.
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Harry knelt down along with his mother and father as the trio found themselves in the throne room of Fire Lord Azulon, Fire Lord Azulon was an old man with long white hair and a white beard. Despite his age he still looked quite intimidating and would forever be known as one of the 'greatest' Fire Lords of all time thanks in part to his destruction of the Water Tribes. Harry was still struggling to believe that he ended up in the throne room of the leader of the Fire Nation.
The throne room, also known as the 'War Room' or 'War Chamber', the area where the Fire Lord makes most of his decisions and also where he formulates plans with his military. The throne room has many black pillars with elaborate gold bases that support the roof and has black tiled floors. The Fire Lord sits on an ornate covered throne on a higher platform surrounded by a wall of fire. An enormous image of a dragon breathing fire adorns the wall behind the Fire Lord. Harry could tell that the imposing atmosphere is designed to install awe and fear in all who enter, intimidating all who face the Fire Lord.
Kneeling to the right of Harry was his mother, a plain looking woman with black hair that was done into a bun, on Harry's left was his father, a man with small black hair and a small black beard. Harry's father was a teacher and an expert firebender while Harry's mother was a housewife and a great firebender. Harry stood out heavily from his parents, his skin was paler than his parents and his eyes were a bright, emerald green that especially stood out in this lighting.
Harry glanced to his right and saw several other people standing there, the first person he recognised as Iroh, the 'Dragon of the West', a famous and feared general who would be next in line to the throne. With him was also a younger man with long black hair and a long but thin black beard, he had a calculating look in his eye that caused Harry to worry slightly. Harry guessed that this was likely Ozai, second in line to the throne. Next to him was a beautiful woman who was dressed equally as well as the others, she looked less intimidating than the other adults, if Harry had to guess then he would say that she was probably Ozai's wife. Standing in front of the wife was the boy that Harry had rescued, Zuko his name was, standing next to him and in front of her father was his sister, Princess Azula. Harry's gaze briefly locked onto hers before he looked away.
"Your son," Fire Lord Azulon finally spoke, his voice cutting through the tense silence of the room. "has rescued my grandchildren, Prince Zuko and Princess Azulon, for that you have my thanks." He said to Harry's parents.
"Fire Lord Azulon," Harry's father spoke in a respectful voice. "your thanks is very much appreciated, but it is not necessary. My son simply did his duty to our beloved nation, nothing more, nothing less."
"As he should have," Azulon nodded, as if any other response was unacceptable. "though...I have learnt some interesting things. My grandchildren have given me a brief story on what happened, they both have claimed that your son is actually able to produce green flames. Is that true?"
"Oh yes, it is true." Harry's mother said in a proud voice.
"Boy, look at me." Azulon said, his voice becoming noticeably softer. Harry did as he was told and looked up to see Azulon staring at him. "Can you show me your firebending?" He asked in an almost kind voice. Harry didn't say anything, he simply raised a hand and allowed it to be covered in green flames. "Impressive." Azulon breathed as he looked at the emerald coloured fire. "My granddaughter has previously managed to make blue flames, but she has not yet managed to do so consistently. I would like for you to practise with her."
"My lord?" Harry asked.