All words in italics in this chapter are human speech, while normal font is Na'vi. I'll be switching up the key for the format of speech whenever one language is used more than the other. Thanks!

Slowing down as his adrenaline finally started to fade, Harry took his time admiring all the living things around him. Those odd monkeys he had seen in pictures back on Earth could randomly be seen sitting in or swinging on branches of the huge, healthy trees Harry was surrounded by, and plants grew everywhere Harry's eyes could reach which, with his magic, was pretty far. Some looked quite similar to those on Earth, such as the grass, a few vicious venous fly trap, and some vines, but others were not. A red cactus-looking plant spit yellow acid if anything got too close, as a swaying vine did, and a peculiar red sunflower snapped all of its petals up as soon as a small lizard crawled onto it.
As Harry watched the rest of the lizards glide away via a membrane that extended into the shape of a plate from their back, his magic sang in the back of his head, letting him know that the native was almost to his position.
Smiling in thanks, Harry turned to look behind him, and spotted the native running along and jumping from branch to branch with a fluid grace Harry would probably never accomplish naturally. Harry pouted lightly as he realized that he was just too short, though if he took the time to think about it, his magic could always help him. Minor cushioning and lightening charms would probably be all he would need to at least follow the native.
The indigenous being easily spotted Harry standing on the jungle floor, almost as quickly as Harry had spotted him. The native angled towards the wizard and jumped off his most recent branch to land a few feet in front of Harry with a quiet 'swoosh' of air.
Panting slightly, the native stood up from his crouch, a long, elegant black braid sliding off of his shoulder to lay on his back. Harry was a little curious at the hairstyle, but pushed his questions to the back of his mind as the indigenous being began to speak.
"You are fast for one so small, but reckless. Do you not know the dangers that lurk in every corner of our jungle?"
Harry looked at the native in confusion and a little surprise. It was true, he hadn't really thought of the dangers when he took off, his mind too muddled by his magic, but why was this stranger concerned for him?
Shaking off the many questions that were building in his head, Harry smiled sheepishly and answered 'no' with a head shake.
The warrior, for he drew his bow too smoothly for it to be anything but second nature, looked at Harry in what he believed to be an amused but exasperated expression, though he could have been wrong, as the native's tail was swishing back and forth in perceived irritation as well. "Come," he ordered sharply. "Home Tree is not far this way." Pointing a blue finger in the direction of a humongous tree, thrusting up above the rest of the foliage, Harry was struck with a feeling of awe reminiscent to when he first saw the illustrious Hogwarts castle.
A few moments later, Harry was startled out of his awe by the small 'whoosh' of air created when the indigenous being flexed his muscular legs and propelled himself up into the trees again.
Deciding to test his ability to work on the fly, Harry let his thoughts slip back into his Unspeakable mindset- created and stored using some handy dandy Occlumency- and began to formulate how he'd get up into those trees as he began to run, noticing his guide already a few yards ahead of him.
Spotting another of those red sunflowers, Harry whooped as he jumped onto it, cast a quick lightening charm, and was flung up into the trees. Laughing as he managed to catch a vine, Harry swing forwards until the vine was about to fall backwards in its pendulum motion and released, flying even farther forwards to gain a great deal of distance on the native throwing looks over his huge shoulder.
Casting the levitation spell that Voldemort had used so many years ago to get across a lake infested with Inferi, Harry zoomed through the trees, occasionally descending to run along a branch before pushing off with magically-condensed muscles to fly a few more yards.
Harry followed the incredulous native like this for about ten minutes before the indigenous being began to slow, as Harry could see the huge tree- which he had rightly guessed was Home Tree- that was now only an American football field or so away.
The Home Tree was not the only thing that Harry was able to see, however, as they came upon the base of the tree in the center of a large clearing with a small lake on the edge of the clearing opposite the side Harry and the native were coming in from. The wizard could see many more beings with the same biology as the native milling around the clearing. They all appeared relaxed as they sang, danced, rode the six-legged horses Harry had only seen in pictures, or practiced using weapons on crude targets.
The homely sounds of the people slowly began to die out though, as Harry and the native jumped down from the trees on the edge of the clearing. Despite the many heads turned their way, Harry's guide turned to him before either could come closer to his Home Tree. "Little being, this is my home and these are my people. We mean you no harm if you would extend the same courtesy to us. However, we have never seen one like you before, so please do not take their curiosity the wrong way. Do please stay behind me though, as I will bring you to our clan's Tsahìk to see if she can better understand your speech and divine your purpose for being here." Harry smiled brilliantly up at the native whose sharp face seemed gentler now that he was so close to his people. Of course, the way his ears perked up ever so slightly made Harry want to coo. He had loved cats back on Earth- no thanks to his Aunt Marge's Ripper- and found it endearing that this species held such a resemblance to cats and their mannerisms.
Pushing his thoughts back once more when the native began to walk towards Home Tree, Harry quickly followed, as for every step the native took, Harry had to take three. His petulant thoughts did not have a chance to settle in his head though, for the other indigenous beings had slowly made their way over to Harry and the native to see the outsider. Harry couldn't fault the many stares though, as, just as his guide had said, he was indeed a new species to these people as well. The curiosity he held was two-fold.
However, it relieved Harry to know that his assumption of the native's gender had been correct, as he heard some of the beings calling out to his guide and him responding in kind. It seemed these people of the Omaticaya clan were thankfully humanoid in nature. Harry wouldn't have known what to do if males looked like females, old people were babies, and all those vice versas. Though the vast height difference did make the human a bit uncomfortable, cramming his neck up to see the faces of those around him. Some even stood at twice his height, and that was impressive to a guy standing five feet and six inches tall. However, it was as Harry was entering the trunk's base that his thoughts ground to a halt along with the talking of those surrounding him.
His guide, Tsu'tey, if Harry heard the people talking correctly, performed a type of greeting to a couple wearing many tribal-like accessories. They must have been the leaders of the clan, as everyone stood on either side of them, none daring to block their paths to Harry, and so he inclined his head in greeting.
"Chief Eytukan, Tsahìk Mo'at, I have brought before you a being who is not from here. I encountered him and others who looked similar to him on my hunt. He attempted to talk with me, but I am unable to understand him. Perhaps you can, Tsahìk Mo'at?"
Harry watched as the female wearing a type of red-beaded shawl cast a glance at the tooth and feather adorned male before walking towards him with a cat-like grace. She sank to her knees before him and held out one of her arms lightly towards Harry while drawing a small sharp bone from a sheath hung loosely around her neck. The wizard remained relaxed even as the Tsahìk deftly plunged the bone into his neck before swiftly removing it and running the quasi blade across her lips. Her eyes lit up in a brighter curiosity as she returned the bone to its sheath. "Who are you, little one? I cannot taste Mother Eywa in your lifeblood."
A few quiet gasps could be heard from the surrounding people, but Harry paid them no mind, smiling at Mo'at.
"/Hello, my name is Harry Potter./"
The Tsahìk's tail swished lightly back and forth as she regarded Harry in the quiet din of whispers, before the wizard bowed and drew a hand across his face to block it from sight for a moment. When it reappeared, Harry gave Mo'at a wink. "I am called Harry Potter."
"You can speak!" Mo'at's head, along with everyone else's, turned to Tsu'tey, whose tail was moving back and forth quickly in irritation and embarrassment. The male looked down as he addressed the two leaders who had turned their stares onto him. "I apologize, Tsahìk. I did not think he could."
Harry felt bad for Tsu'tey, as the wizard technically did not know how to speak their language, and so he interjected, "If I may, Tsahìk Mo'at?"
The fluorescent yellow eyes of the female turned back to Harry, as did every others, and she quietly motioned for him to continue. "I should also apologize. I do not know what language you speak, just as you do not know mine. I can only speak to you through a talent given to me by my own mother... a sister to your Mother Eywa, perhaps."
More whispers broke out in the crowd, but Mo'at simply raised her hand and they all fell back to silence. She looked at Harry for a few moments longer before gently asking, "What ability has your mother given to you?"
"Mother Earth gifted me with magic, Tsahìk."
The female blinked suddenly at the name Harry gave before her pupils dilated and she seemed to not hear the rest of Harry'a statement. The luminescent dots along her forehead that were most present on her face than any other glowed brilliantly for a moment before they dulled and her pupils returned to a regular size. "She is indeed sister to Mother Eywa, but Eywa does not know why you have left your own mother, and she feels concern. Why are your people here, Haurri Pator?"
It was this question that Harry wasn't quite sure how to answer. The wizard shifted uncomfortably as he thought over his answer. He more than any other knew just what humanity could do to these people. He was not blinded by the talk of helping the human race, because it would be at the detriment of these Na'vi. The purebloods hadn't been completely wrong with their hatred of muggles, but it was born from the wrong sentiment. Muggles were ruthless, and they wouldn't care about these people if it meant them getting the unobtainium they wanted.
"In truth, Tsahìk? They are not my people. I am from a people similar, but different, to humans."
"Humans?" The Chief stepped forwards, his eyes solely focused on Harry. The small being nodded the best he could while his neck was craned upwards, for, unlike Mo'at, the Chief did not bend down to lessen the height difference.
"Yes, Chief Eytukan. The people who come from the sky are humans. They are a dangerous race known for taking whatever they want and destroying what they can't have."
The atmosphere of the Home Tree turned tense as the native's realized that enemies may have just entered their territory. The Chief was standing extremely still though his tail whipped behind him in a quick tempo. "This is not a tale? These Sky People that come will destroy our home?"
Harry looked away from the hard eyes of the Chief as the tall beings around him began to hiss and stomp their feet, angry at the mere thought of their home's destruction.
The wizard turned back to look at the leader before giving a small, helpless shrug. "I am... not sure, Chief. The humans came here to mine your world for unobtainium and no more. It is a rare metal that gives humans great amounts of power. They will find and take whatever they can from wherever they can find it, with no respect for your territory or boundaries. It is most-likely that only if you try to stop them, will destroy your home. However, humans occasionally hurt what they touch without meaning to."
The Chief turned to his partner upon Harry's words and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. As they gazed met, Eytukan asked, "Mo'at, what does Eywa say of these Sky People?"
The Tsahìk smiled as she gently pulled the hand on her shoulder until the Chief sat down beside her. She rested her empty hand on Eytukan's cheek before she began to speak. "Mother Eywa says that Haurri tells the truth, but that we should not condemn the Sky People for their past actions. These strange people will also bring about great help and miracles to our tribe. She advises us to wait."
The crowd, silent for Mo'at's words, were calmed by her reassurances the same as the Chief was. If Mother Eywa said for them to wait before judgement, then they would.
"However, she is most curious about Haurri and his people. How did they gain such a negative view of the Sky People?"
Harry was pinned by Mo'at's stare, and all he could do was frown as old memories were dragged to the main room of his mindscape.
"Unfortunately, Tsahìk, the humans did a great deal of things to us. It is a long story, but I will give you the rough ideas. My people were called Wixen. We had witches which were female and wizards which were male. We were very similar to humans, as we looked just like them and were born from them, but we had one little difference- magic. Magic is anything and everything. So long as you follow a few simple rules, magic is limitless." Harry sighed as he roughly brushed a hand through his hair before continuing.
"When the humans learned of our power, they grew greedy and tried to take it for themselves. That didn't work, however, as you have to be gifted with it by Mother Earth in order to use it. Unfortunately, this caused the humans to get angry, and they began to kill my people. They burned people tied to wooden poles with fire, they drowned them in rivers, hung them by their necks until they died, cut off their heads, and..," Harry winced as he heard crying come from within the crowd, forgetting that this wasn't just a conversation between him and Mo'at.
The Tsahìk urged him on, however, and so Harry continued. "...yeah. So all wixen went into hiding, and we were split into many clans, but we called them 'worlds' instead. I was a part of the British Wizarding World. My first personal experience of humans was when I was growing up, from being a one-year-old to when I turned seventeen. My parents were killed in a battle between wizards, and so I went to live with my regular human relatives. They didn't like magic- in fact, they despised it- and so they despised me by extension. I was basically a slave to them for those sixteen years, doing whatever they told me to, getting punished for everything that went wrong, etcetera." Harry had a small smile as he waved away the Na'vi's pitying looks.
"When I was finally out of their reach, I ended up meeting some great people, but I also got to see Mother Earth get hurt. By the time Mother's plants began to die, the British Wizarding World was dead."
Harry looked down at his hands, his heart constricting as he thought on all the people he had lost back home. He never enjoyed thinking about this time in his past.
"...I am it's sole survivor. There may be other wixen out there from the different worlds that might not be dead yet, but, if there are, they have continued to keep themselves hidden out of fear."
No native dared to speak as Harry internally wrestled with unpleasant memories he had been suppressing for so long. Forcing them back down again, Harry smiled up at Mo'at through his black bangs.
"So... would you want to see some magic?"
The Tsahìk's eyes shot to his before her expression softened and a smile rose back to her lips. "If you would like to show us, I am sure many would be pleased."
Harry smiled as he straightened up a bit more, flexing his fingers as he let his magic out once more. It purred as it flowed over his skin, and Harry smiled as Mo'at looked at him with astonishment. She was probably so in tune with Eywa that she could somehow sense his magic. Harry idly wondered if any of the natives could practice magic before he added the question to his growing list and threw it to the back of his mind.
"Okay. Do you all remember how I said magic was limitless except for a few rules?" Harry looked to see that a few of the blue-skinned people were nodding, and so he continued, "Alright. It is, and the only two rules that hinder magic are that you can't create food that will actually act as normal food- you will simply feel the sensation of eating and gain no real nutrients- and you can't raise people from the dead. That said, does anyone want me to do anything?"
Harry looked around the crowd of blank faces and immediately felt kind of silly. Of course no one would know what to do, they had just been presented with the idea of magic. There were really too many options. But, despite Harry's inner thoughts, the wizard spotted a small figure- and by small, he meant his own height- running between the legs of the natives, and smiled gently.
The child, eyes lit with delight and curiosity, came to a rest in front of Harry and smiled, showing off the canines that were just starting to grow into her mouth. "Can you make me older please? Mama keeps saying I can ride a pa'li when I'm older, but I wanna ride one now!"
Harry chuckled along with several of the adults as the mother of the child quickly found her way through the crowd and collected her wayward child, apologizing to Harry and the leaders as she made her way back to the crowd, the child looking at him over the mother's shoulder.
"Well, I'm not sure your mama would be very happy if I made you bigger, but I could show you what you'd probably look like when you're older if you want?" Harry called out.
The little child's pout evaporated as her eyes widened, tail flipping and slapping this way and that as she shouted, "Yeah!"
Harry chuckled as he pointed a finger at the child and sent a small pulse of magic her way. The child began to glow a soft blue color before Harry stopped pointing and shoved his hands away from his chest and to his side with his palms facing away from him.
The blue glow flowed through the air from the child to lay on the ground in a circle next to Harry before pulling grass, dirt, and mud up to roughly form the shape a pretzel-legged figure. Wiggling his fingers at the figure next to him, a small flare of magic covered the figure in a white light before disappearing in the next moment, leaving behind a golem that looked like a lifelike version of the many people standing around him. The golem was of a beautiful female with a heart-shaped face, a gentle smile, and fiery eyes. She looked at Harry with a bright yellow gaze before giggling and standing up, lithely dancing around the Chief and Tsahìk to stand next to the mother and child, whose eyes were both wide with wonder. Two twin giggles sounded in the silence of the crowd as the young golem ruffled the hair of the child and kissed her forehead.
The young child stared into the face that she could have in the future with starstruck eyes as the golem stared back, gently holding the child's head in her hands. They stayed like that for a few moments before Harry gently ended the interaction by redirecting his magic into the ground. The female walked back over to him, returned to her initial pretzel-legged position, waved to the little girl, and merged back into the ground.
The silence that surrounded Harry was one of awe, until Mo'at gently reached a hand forward to lay a finger on one of Harry's small shoulders. "That is a beautiful gift."
Harry smiled brilliantly in response, his chest warming at the excited chatter that broke out around him. He had forgotten how nice it felt to bring happiness to people. "Thank you, Tsahìk. I have not had the chance to show the beauty and wonder of magic to others in so long. It lifts my spirit."
Mo'at's smile widened with Harry's response, her ears flicking forwards in interest. "Would you like to show us more of your magic then? Perhaps one more before we eat our evening meal."
Harry glanced at the sky, but instead of the sun he was expecting, Harry saw four moons, one giant in comparison to the other three small ones, and they were beginning to gain a glow, just as Earth's moon did during the nighttime. That must have been how the Na'vi calculated their days. "Of course, Tsahìk," Harry responded, thoughts already flying over what he should do next. A few moments later, a stroke of genius struck him.
"Okay," Harry whispered as he made up his mind. Assuming the position originally held by his golem, Harry smirked as he decided to be a bit showy and levitated to sit in the air, pretzel-legged. Small intakes of surprise surrounded Harry, but that wasn't the trick.
Closing his eyes, the wizard flushed his magic out of him and into the ground, searching to see if he could find any small pockets of natural magic. As an Unspeakable back on Earth, Harry had been forced to learn all about ley lines and ancient magic pockets to better understand and ground his magic without blowing himself and the entire ministry sky high in the event of a failed- or in some places, successful- experiment. It was common practice for all new recruits in the field.
After a few more moments of hushed silence, Harry jerked unexpectedly, his magic suddenly receiving a forceful push, and the wizard's eyes snapped open to glow an energetic green. He saw without seeing a well of magic stewing in the ground, reaching out to him, and Harry gently poked it with a metaphysical finger.
When his 'finger' touched the mound of magic, a tsunami of the foreign energy crashed through Harry, igniting all the magical connections in his body. Tingling from head to foot, Harry felt more than heard his breathe rushing in and out of him in quick pants. Harry quickly recovered his training from the deep recesses in his mind and calmed his magic enough to gently direct the foreign energy to follow his lead.
The energy easily acquiesced, more than pleased with Harry's request, and in the span of a second, Harry felt a weight nestle in his lap, fur tickling his hands.
Opening his eyes to look down at his lap, Harry chuckled at the huge blue kitten he was holding. He had been going for a regular American shorthair cat, which was normally quite small and gray in appearance, but now the kitty was huge and looked almost exactly like the Na'vi, rather than just similar. It's yellow eyes turned up towards Harry as it purred, and the wizard looked up at Mo'at with a smile. The Tsahìk has her gaze locked on the kitten however, just as the Chief and all the other natives did.
Hoisting the kitty up from his lap- because she was starting to crush his legs- Harry offered Mo'at the bundle of fur, and the female took the kitty into her hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world. The kitten even looked fragile to Harry when Mo'at held it, as it was only a little bit bigger than the size of one of her huge hands.
"What is this, Haurri?" Mo'at whispered, her eyes still locked on the kitten as she and the Chief gently touched the purring creature.
"It's a baby cat, though we call it a kitten. They were a species that lived back on Earth. Humans loved them, and one clan even worshipped them."
The kitten picked up its head and looked at Eytukan when he retracted his hand. It mewed softly in question and the Chief returned to petting it.
"Tsahìk, can I pet the kitten?"
Mo'at turned back to look at the Na'vi that spoke, and Harry could see the two's resemblance as the Tsahìk reached out her free hand to bring the female to sit on the side opposite the Chief. "Of course, Slywanin, but be gentle."
Harry felt his chest warm as the younger Na'vi's eyes widened in surprise as her fingers brushed the soft fur of the kitten. A small exhale of air left her mouth as she openly smiled, and Harry could almost see the stars in her eyes. It made his next decision quite easy.
"You can keep her, if you want."
All three Na'vi petting the kitten turned to look at Harry, but a fourth little girl jumping from behind Eytukan responded first.
"Really? Father, can we?!"
Harry smiled as the Chief caught his daughter and settled her in his lap. Though he did not answer, instead choosing to looked up higher into the trunk of Home Tree as a hand began to rub at his chin. Eytukan hummed softly as the child began to complain. "Father! Please?"
It was only when Slywanin began to plead as well that the Chief stopped his inspection of the Home Tree. Chuckling, Eytukan threw both his hands around his unnamed daughter's shoulders and hugged her. He shook his head as he said, "Eywa knows I can never say no to either of you, my daughters."
Tsahìk turned to Harry as the two excited girls took the kitten out of Mo'at's hand to better play with. "Thank you, Haurri. Eywa herself is delighted by this creature."
Harry nodded his head as he smiled at the quasi-giant. "It was my pleasure. Consider her a gift for allowing me and the humans to be here."
Mo'at did not have a chance to respond before Eytukan gently pulled her up to stand along with him. All the people surrounding the group of five beings who had been watching the kitten and whispering now turned to their leader. Raising his fist, Eytukan exclaimed, "Let us eat in honor of Haurri, a new friend in the eyes of the Omaticaya!"
A roar of approval swept through the Home Tree as those watching from above agreed with their Chief. Quickly, food was found and shared as a bonfire was started and songs began to flow through the air.
Harry spent the rest of the night chatting with and learning from the adult Na'vi and the Omaticaya leaders. Though every now and then the amused wizard would find himself dragged into giving the children exciting demonstrations of his magical abilities when their attention wandered from the new, playful kitten.
At one point during the feast, Harry mused that the Omaticaya clan was really just one huge family. Everyone got along and shared, and no one had a problem with anyone else. The warm, loving atmosphere on this alien moon, among these foreign people, comforted Harry more than he had ever been comforted since leaving the Wizarding World back when he was still on Earth. He decided it was nice.