Young Celestial Wizard [Celestial Grimoire, Harry Potter]

ATLA Universe, Sun Warrior Ruins

Avatar Timeline: 98 AG (After Genocide), 1 year before Aang's awakening

Universal Time: September 28th, 1988

Time until Elder Blood Teleportation is available: November 26th, 1988

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One day later.

"So this Avatar maintains balance between all four elements?" Harry shifted on his cushion, eyes bright with interest. "And they're reborn into a different nation each time?"

Chief Huemac nodded from his position across the low table. Steam rose from the tea between them, filling the private chamber with a spicy aroma. "The cycle moves from Air to Water to Earth to Fire, without fail." His expression darkened. "Until now."

Harry reached for his cup, holding it in his hand. "Hmm, what happened?"

"The last Avatar was an Air Nomad." Huemac's voice grew heavy. "When Fire Lord Sozin began his conquest, the Avatar should have stopped him. But they vanished." He took a slow sip of tea. "Some say the Avatar died before mastering the elements. Others believe they still live, hidden away. But after nearly a hundred years..."

"A hundred years?" Harry set his cup down with a soft clink. "The war's really been going on that long?"

"The Fire Nation struck first at the Air Temples." An elder named Yaotl spoke up from beside Huemac. Deep lines marked his face, carved by decades of sun exposure. "They used the power of the Great Comet to enhance their bending. Not a single Air Nomad survived."

Harry's fingers tightened around his cup. "They killed everyone? Even the children?"

"Fire Lord Sozin claimed the Air Nomads were gathering armies to destroy the Fire Nation." Huemac sneered. "A lie to justify genocide. The Air Nomads were peaceful people who sought enlightenment through their bending." He gestured at the carved walls. "Their philosophy focused on freedom and harmony with the wind itself."

"And after the Air Nomads?" Harry asked quietly.

"The Southern Water Tribe was next." Yaotl's wrinkled hands wrapped around his cup. "Raids upon raids over decades. They captured or killed every waterbender they found. Now only the Northern Water Tribe maintains its strength."

Huemac played with the rim of his cup. "The Earth Kingdom holds firm through sheer size and stubborn determination. But the Fire Nation takes more territory each year."

Harry frowned at his reflection in the tea. "Tell me more about the Avatar. If they can bend all four elements, how does that work?"

"The Avatar's soul carries the wisdom of every past life." Huemac set his cup down. "When identified, they begin training in their birth element before learning the others in the cycle. Water follows Air, Earth follows Water, and Fire comes last."

"And no one knows what happened to the last Avatar?" Harry glanced between the elders.

"The Air Nomads identified them young." Yaotl rubbed his chin. "The child would have been twelve when Sozin attacked. Some believe they fled to the Spirit World."

A scratching sound drew Harry's attention to the doorway. Chrysa padded into the chamber, leaves stuck in her golden fur.

"Your companion returns from hunting?" Huemac smiled at the lion cub.

"She likes exploring." Harry watched Chrysa settle beside him. "Found anything interesting?"

Chrysa made a dismissive sound and started cleaning her paw.

"The morning training will begin soon." Huemac rose to his feet. "You're welcome to observe, if you wish."

Harry nodded, reaching over to pick a leaf from Chrysa's fur. "I'd like that." He turned to his companion. "Want to watch their training with me?"

A pleased rumble answered him.

The group made their way through stone corridors that opened into a wide courtyard. Sun Warriors of various ages had already gathered, moving through firebending forms. Orange flames burst out from each punch and kick.

Harry sat cross-legged at the edge of the training area, Chrysa sprawled in his lap. The movements reminded him of his early training - the footwork, the breathing, the strikes that directed chi outward.

"They're really dedicated." Harry whispered to Chrysa. "Look at how smooth their transitions are."

Chrysa rumbled in agreement, golden eyes tracking the flames.

A young warrior demonstrated a spinning kick that released a horizontal wave of fire. Harry lifted his hand to point at a particular detail for Chrysa, and azure flames crackled to life above his palm. He bent the flames to form a miniature Sun Warrior that mirrored the technique.

"By the Masters..." Necalli's voice came from behind them. "How are you doing that?"

Harry blinked, suddenly aware he'd been absently bending fire with his mind - something he'd grown so accustomed to doing while explaining things to Chrysa. The miniature azure warrior continued moving above his palm as he turned. "What do you mean?"

"You're not..." Necalli gestured wildly at Harry's completely still body. "Where are your movements? How are you bending fire without moving!?"

"Oh." Harry's stomach dropped as he realized his mistake. He'd gotten so comfortable using mental chi control that he'd completely forgotten it wasn't normal here. But he couldn't exactly take it back now... "I... don't really need movements anymore."

More Sun Warriors gathered around, no longer caring about their training as they watched the miniature flame person complete the spinning kick. Harry grimaced internally. He needed to make this seem less extraordinary...

"Even the greatest masters require some movement." An older warrior stepped forward. "To bend properly..."

"I know." Harry nodded, deciding to lean into it. If he acted like it wasn't a big deal, maybe they wouldn't fixate on it too much. He raised his other hand, and the azure figure multiplied into three, each performing different movements. "I spent years learning the forms too. But after enough practice, I found I could just... bend fire with my mind."

Chrysa bumped her head against his knee with a questioning sound, picking up on his tension.

"Want to see something else?" Harry smiled down at her, deciding that if he was going to reveal this ability, he might as well show them something beautiful. The azure figures dissolved into streams of fire that flowed upward as he began to paint.

First came the mountains, outlined in precise strokes of blue flame. Then details emerged - the ancient ruins, the bridge where he'd met the Masters, tiny figures moving through the courtyards. Harry focused on making each stroke deliberate and clear, hoping to direct their attention to the art rather than the method.

Gasps rose from the gathered warriors. Harry added final touches – Ran and Shaw circling the peaks, wisps of clouds between the mountains. The entire scene hung in the air, crafted entirely of azure and orange fire.

"This is what I really love doing." Harry looked at the Sun Warriors with a genuine smile, letting his enthusiasm for art shine through. "Using fire to create beauty."

"There's no way..." Necalli stepped closer to the azure flames. "Fire needs constant movement to maintain. It should disperse the moment you stop directing it."

"Well, I learned to paint with normal materials first." Harry adjusted a small detail in the mountainside, keeping his tone light and conversational. "Once I understood how to capture a scene on canvas, applying those principles to fire just made sense."

"Just made sense?" Necalli shook his head in disbelief. "The control required to keep every flame exactly where you want it..."

Chrysa made a proud sound and bumped against Harry's knee again. She always did know when he needed support.

"Want me to add you to the painting?" Harry smiled down at her, grateful for the distraction. Small lines of fire burst from his palm and gathered into a small lion made of golden Yang Flames that sat near the temple steps. "There you are."

The gathered warriors whispered among themselves. One of the elders stepped forward. "Young one, what you're doing should not be possible. Fire exists through movement and change. To hold it still, to bend it with such control..."

Harry considered his words carefully. "Where I lived, there weren't any other firebenders. I didn't know there were supposed to be limits." He paused, watching their reactions. "But I understand why keeping fire still would be challenging if you need physical movements to bend it."

"How long have you been able to bend without movement?" Chief Huemac asked, eyes fixed on the perfectly still flames.

Harry briefly debated lying, but decided against it. There was no point in hiding this information. "About ten months."

The Sun Warriors stood frozen in stunned silence. Harry maintained his casual demeanor. He should have known better. Using his mind to bend fire had become second nature ever since the Healthy Eating offer transformed his chi system into a dantian and meridians. Of course it would seem unnatural in this world. Still, he wasn't too worried. Keeping it secret forever would have been impossible, and he could always pass it off as unparalleled talent…

"Ten months?" Huemac broke the silence. "And before that?"

"I needed movements like everyone else." Harry shrugged. "But once I fully understood how chi flows through the body, physical movement became optional." He paused, then added, "Should I not have mentioned this?"

Chrysa growled softly, pressing against his leg in support.

"No, no." Huemac waved his hands. "The Masters chose to share knowledge with you. We simply..." He exchanged glances with the other warriors. "Did not expect such advancement in one so young."

Harry let the fire painting dissolve into wisps of smoke. "Maybe we could talk about something else?" He smiled hopefully. "I'd love to learn more about how your culture."

Huemac nodded, clearly grateful for the change in topic. "Firebending's power comes directly from the great fire in the sky." He gestured upward. "The stronger the sunlight, the more powerful our bending becomes. This is also the reason why we worship the Sun Spirit, for without it, all would become cold and still."

Harry spent the rest of the morning listening to explanations about firebending's relationship with celestial bodies. The warriors described in detail how their flames weakened at night, and how solar eclipses could block their bending entirely.

"The most powerful moment in firebending history," Necalli explained during lunch, "is always when the Great Comet, or Sozin's Comet as outsiders may call it, passes overhead every century. It amplifies everyone's flames a hundredfold."

That evening, in the privacy of his small dwelling, Harry let a spark of azure flames crackle softly above his palm. "There's something odd going on, Chrysa."

The Nemean Lion cub looked up from where she'd been cleaning her paw.

"My flames are just as strong now as they were at noon." Harry moved the spark between his hands. "The sun hasn't ever affected my bending in any way..."

Chrysa made an unconcerned sound and went back to grooming.

"I suppose you're right." Harry smiled. "No point worrying about it."

The next few days Harry explored the ruins with Chrysa, discovering hidden courtyards and ancient murals. He learned about the Sun Warriors' traditions - how they maintained the eternal flame, protected their sacred relics and dragon eggs should any exist, and passed down their knowledge through generations.

During one exploration, an elder named Tupac shared stories about dragons while tending to some flowers. "They used to fill the skies." His eyes grew distant. "Now only Ran and Shaw remain to our knowledge. The rest were hunted for glory by the Fire Nation."

A week into his stay, Harry found himself spending more time in his room, pacing. "I should be doing something." He turned to Chrysa, who watched him from her favorite cushion. "The Elder Blood still hasn't recharged… Everyone must be worried, right?"

The lion cub made a sympathetic noise.

The second week brought increasing restlessness. Harry appreciated the Sun Warriors' hospitality, but watching their training sessions grew tedious. The forms they practiced weren't relevant to his style of bending anymore, and their prized fire-breathing technique was something he'd already figured out. The last person who understood Yang/Life Flames had died more than three decades ago, so he couldn't seek any guidance…

"You know what?" Harry turned to Chrysa as they sat together that evening. "As much as I respect the Sun Warriors, their isolation means we're missing out on so many other firebending techniques. I need to explore beyond this place - see what else the world has to show me."

Chrysa tilted her head questioningly.

"Yes, I know it might be dangerous." Harry sighed. "But I can't just sit here waiting for the Elder Blood to recharge. Besides..." He created a small azure flame butterfly that flew around the room. "I want to see what other benders can do with fire."

The next morning found Harry seated with Chief Huemac and several elders around a large table. An old map lay spread across the surface, marked with faded ink and careful notations.

"The northern mountains are quite big, but also very much barren." Huemac traced a line with his finger. "Few ever go there. The Western Air Temple lies hidden at the edge of those peaks." His hand moved northeast. "Beyond that, you'll find the Northern Water Tribe's territory."

"What's east of here?" Harry asked.

"Forests and mesas for several days' travel." Yaotl pointed to various locations. "Then Fire Nation colonies begin. Continue east far enough and you'll reach the Earth Kingdom proper."

"And south?"

"The Fire Nation archipelago." Huemac's finger moved across a chain of islands. "Towns and villages dot the smaller islands. The capital city lies on the largest." He paused. "Further south-east you'll find the Southern Air Temple, and beyond that, the Southern Water Tribe."

Harry nodded, memorizing key landmarks with a glance. "How far is it to the Fire Nation capital?"

Before Harry could answer, the Hero's Journal within his Hun Soul sent him a feeling. He pulled the representation of the Hero's Journal from his belt, drawing curious looks from the elders.

Elegant script filled the pages as they fell open. Each turn revealed new adventures presented right after Huemac had gone through the geography of the world: a library lost to desert sands, unexplained events in the northern mountains, odd tales from scattered towns, and more.

But the entry about what must be the Fire Nation capital caught his attention:

[First Person - Harry's POV]

"And south?"

"The Fire Nation archipelago." Huemac's finger moved across a chain of islands. "Towns and villages dot the smaller islands. The capital city lies on the largest." He paused. "Further south-east you'll find the Southern Air Temple, and beyond that, the Southern Water Tribe."

I nodded, memorizing key landmarks with a glance. "How far is it to the Fire Nation capital?"

[Third Person - Omniscient Narrator]

Deep beneath the Fire Nation capital, where ancient volcanic vents breathe warmth into secret halls, the royal guards scramble in barely concealed panic. One week ago, thieves breached the sealed archives containing Fire Lord Sozin's most dangerous secret - not just detailed studies of the capital's volcanoes, but scrolls describing a powerful firebending technique that could manipulate its very heart. The Fire Sages have tripled the patrols, worried out of their minds. They know what few others do - that the royal family's method of saving the capital could be twisted into something far more sinister. Time grows short…

Harry stared at the Journal entry. A firebending technique powerful enough to control a volcano? That seemed like exactly the kind of advanced knowledge he needed. The Masters had taught him the truth of fire, but the Sun Warriors focused primarily on preserving ancient ways rather than developing new techniques.

They were wonderful people, but they lived in isolation by choice. Besides this technique, who knows what other knowledge might exist in the Fire Nation proper? Even if they used that knowledge for war, understanding different approaches to firebending could only help him improve.

"I'd like to visit the Fire Nation." Harry looked up at Huemac. "See what other firebending techniques are out there."

Huemac frowned. "Without a boat?"

"About that..." Harry took a deep breath. "You've been honest with me about your secrets. I should share one of mine." He stood up from the table. "I don't need a boat."

"What do you mean?"

"When I was born, I received a gift." Harry moved to an open space in the room. "The ability to take another form."

Huemac's eyebrows rose. "Another form?"

"I asked earlier if powerful beings existed here." Harry smiled slightly. "You said only spirits had such powers. Then it follows that one of the spirits must have gifted me with this..." He started transforming into his Animagus form.

The Sun Warriors leapt back from the table as Harry's body shifted and shrank. Feathers sprouted across his skin while his arms stretched into wings. Soon a large bird of prey stood where Harry had been, head tilted to observe their reactions.

"A raven-eagle?" Necalli squinted. "But the coloring is wrong..."

"That's not a raven-eagle." Yaotl stepped closer, eyes wide. "Look at the plumage - pure gold and brown. But that's impossible..."

Harry spread his wings, showing off the gleaming feathers. He hopped onto the table, careful not to scratch the map with his talons.

"Golden eagles died out thousands of years ago." Huemac's voice shook. "They exist only in our oldest scrolls and carvings..."

Harry transformed back, now sitting cross-legged on the table. "What's the difference between golden eagles and raven-eagles?"

"Raven-eagles are... well, more raven than eagle." Necalli gestured vaguely with his hands. "Darker feathers, different head shape. And they're not exactly known for their nobility or grace."

"Last week I saw one crash into three different trees while chasing a lizard-squirrel." Another warrior added helpfully. "The lizard-squirrel got away."

"But golden eagles..." Huemac's eyes were wide open. "They were the sun spirit's sacred messengers. In our oldest stories, they guided our ancestors across the oceans to these very islands." He pointed to the walls where faded carvings showed massive birds leading people through seas and mountains.

"The Masters accepted you so quickly..." Yaotl's voice trembled. "And now we understand why. You carry the mark of the sun spirit itself."

"Oh." Harry shifted uncomfortably on the table. "I didn't know about that connection."

"Your flames remain strong regardless of day or night." Yaotl's voice grew excited. "You bend fire without movement. And now we learn you take the form of a creature we thought lost to time?" He turned to the other elders. "This cannot be coincidence."

Harry suppressed a groan. He felt the weight of expectations once again settling on his shoulders - a feeling he'd hoped to leave behind in his own world. He slid off the table and back into his seat, buying time to think.

"I appreciate what you're saying," Harry grimaced slightly, "but I'm just someone who ended up here by accident. The golden eagle thing is something I may have been given by a spirit, but it doesn't have to represent anything special."

"But the spirit prophecies speak of-" Yaotl began.

"Please." Harry slapped a hand to his forehead. "I've had enough experience with prophecies." He smiled to soften his words. "Can we focus on the practical matters? Like how to reach the Fire Nation archipelago safely?"

Huemac looked into Harry's eyes for a moment before nodding. "Of course." He gestured at the other elders to sit back down. "The journey south will take you over several smaller islands." His finger slid down the map. "Most are uninhabited, but they might be hard to find."

"If you can truly make the flight in one day," Yaotl added, still looking starstruck, "you won't need to land until you reach the islands here." He pointed to a cluster of marks. "Ember Island would be safest - it's mostly a vacation spot for wealthy Fire Nation citizens from what we've heard from our last guest."

Harry nodded slowly. "How far is it exactly?"

Huemac glanced at the map. "Nearly eight hundred miles over open ocean."

"I can manage that in less than a day." Harry followed the route with his finger. "My eagle body is quite strong."

A knock on the door interrupted them. Necalli poked his head into the room, looking uncertain. "Chief Huemac? Sorry to interrupt, but..." He glanced at Harry. "Three of our people have fallen ill. The healers wondered if..." He hesitated. "If the Life Flames might help?"

Harry looked at Huemac. "I can try." He stood up from the table. "The golden flames are meant for healing, after all."

Necalli led them through the village to a small building where three people lay on simple beds. Red spots covered every inch of visible skin, and all three patients burned with fever. A young boy, maybe six years old, whimpered as he scratched at his arms. His mother, similarly covered in spots, weakly tried to stop him. The third patient, an elderly man, coughed continuously.

"We've never seen anything like this." The tribe's healer wrung her hands. "The fever started two days ago, then the spots appeared..."

Harry frowned. He'd never encountered this particular illness before either. First, he reached for his divine healing energy... only to find mere droplets where a river of faith had existed before.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened as he searched deeper. All the faith from his world, built up over years as the Boy-Who-Lived and then as himself, was gone. But Harry wasn't stupid, he could figure out the reason. Faith couldn't cross between worlds, so he'd have to start from scratch here if he wanted to heal with divine energy.

Thank Merlin for the Masters' lesson about Life within Fire.

"I need everyone to step back." Harry moved between the beds. Golden flames sparked to life above his palms, radiating warmth and vitality. The boy stopped scratching to stare at the beautiful fire.

Harry started with the child, holding the Yang Flames close to the boy's chest. The golden light sank beneath the skin, spreading through the small body. Everywhere the flames touched, red spots faded and fever diminished. Within minutes, the boy sat up with clear eyes and healthy skin.

"The itching stopped!" He cheered on the bed, full of energy.

His mother reached out with trembling hands. "My son..."

"Let me help you next." Harry moved to her bed, golden flames already flowing over her body. The process repeated - spots vanishing, fever breaking, strength returning. The elderly man took slightly longer to heal, but soon all three patients were completely recovered.

"What was that illness?" Harry asked the healer while the families hugged each other.

She shook her head. "I've never seen anything similar in all my years. The spots, the fever..." She glanced at the now-healthy patients. "We're lucky you were here."

"Indeed." Huemac placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "The Masters chose well when they shared the secret of Life Flames with you."

Harry nodded, but his thoughts wandered to the divine healing he'd lost. Starting over from nothing wouldn't be easy... At least the Yang Flames worked well, though he suspected that it wouldn't be nearly as effective if he was dealing with dark magic wounds. Not yet at least…

They walked out of the healing house into bright sunlight. Children played with small firebending tricks while adults went about their daily tasks. Everything looked so peaceful that Harry almost couldn't believe that there was apparently a global war going on in the outside world.

In the middle of the village square, Harry's eyes darkened. A new offer appeared.

[Crossbow – 20 Minutes Till Dawn] – Costs 100CP, 100CP available to spend.

This crossbow can charge its shots to increase damage and pierce though targets. It has high base damage and can fire quickly, through given its nature it takes a while to reload and can only have a single bolt loaded at a time.

Harry shook his head slightly. What use was a crossbow when he already had so many other options? Besides, it would be annoying to maintain and carry around.

"Are you alright?" Huemac asked.

"Yes." Harry blinked, focusing on the present moment. "Just thinking about tomorrow."

"Ah yes, your journey." Huemac gestured toward a nearby bench. They sat down together, watching village life continue around them. "The winds should be favorable. Have you decided when you'll leave?"

"Early morning would be best." Harry leaned back against the warm stone. "I can reach Ember Island before sunset if I maintain a good pace."

"We'll prepare some supplies for you." Huemac smiled.

Harry smiled back. "I appreciate everything you've done for me these past weeks."

"You've given us hope." Huemac's voice grew soft. "It's so rare for anyone to comprehend the hidden truths shared by the Masters. We've told you that the last elder capable of Life Flames died three decades ago, but seeing them again..." He trailed off, looking at the village around them. "The old ways aren't lost after all."

"I'll keep your secrets safe." Harry promised. "The Masters, the ruins, everything."

Huemac nodded. "I know you will." He stood up from the bench. "Get some rest. Tomorrow brings new horizons."