Young Celestial Wizard [Celestial Grimoire, Harry Potter]

ATLA Universe, Spirit World

Avatar Timeline: 98 AG (After Genocide), 11 months before Aang's awakening

Universal Time: October 19th, 1988

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

Time until Hun and Po souls are deemed suitable by the laws of the Harry Potter Universe to learn structured HP magic: July 31st, 1991

Harry's Age: 13 years old

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Harry took a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus on his new sense. Fear radiated from two distinct points in the distance - one filled with worry about failing to protect him, the other consumed by terror of losing her firebending forever.

"Chrysa first," Harry muttered, turning toward the stronger signal. His lion cub would be going crazy trying to reach him.

The Spirit World around him looked nothing like the physical world. The ground beneath his feet kept shifting between black glass and obsidian sand while strange formations of crystal grew and shrank at random. He could see other spirit-animals moving in the distance, but they scattered whenever his dark-gold mist drew near.

"Probably for the best." Harry glanced at a particularly large human-faced flying platypus-shark. "We've had enough spirit problems for one day."

He picked up his pace, the fear signals growing stronger. His nose wrinkled at the acrid smell filling the air - like burning metal mixed with rotting leaves. The crystal formations became more frequent, forcing him to circle around them.

A distant roar made him break into a run. "I'm coming, girl!"

He vaulted over a fallen crystal spire, dark-gold mist trailing behind him. The roar came again, closer this time. Harry smiled - trust Chrysa to make noise instead of wandering aimlessly like the spirit had intended.

"Almost there..." Harry rounded another crystal formation and nearly crashed into a wall of white fog. He stumbled backward, eyes widening as he took in the massive bank of mist going as far as he could see in every direction.

Harry squinted, trying to see through the dense mist. Shapes moved within - human shapes wandering aimlessly. His breath caught as he counted dozens just at first glance.

A woman in Fire Nation clothes stumbled past, so close Harry could almost touch her. She mumbled about failing her father while tears streamed down her face. Behind her, an Earth Kingdom soldier kept saluting the empty air, begging forgiveness from his dead commander.

The fog stirred.

Harry took an instinctive step back as the massive white mass shifted like a living thing. The wandering souls continued their mindless paths, but the fog itself... the fog had noticed him somehow. Just like Wei-Ku had noticed him somehow…

"Chrysa!" Harry called out, looking for any sign of golden fur. "Azula!"

The white fog surged forward, engulfing Harry completely. He tensed, expecting some kind of attack, but nothing happened. The wandering souls continued their endless march through the mist, while Harry remained untouched.

A roar echoed through the fog. Harry spun toward the sound, his dark-gold mist spreading outward to clear a path. Through the white haze he caught glimpses of golden fur - Chrysa pacing in circles, eyes glazed over.

"I'm here, girl!" Harry reached for her, but the white fog thickened between them.

The massive bank of mist shifted again, pressing closer. Harry gritted his teeth as something became very clear - this spirit was trying to keep him away from Chrysa. Just like Wei-Ku had tried to separate them earlier...

"You can't affect me." Harry pushed forward through the fog. "Whatever you're doing to these people, it won't work on me."

The white fog pressed against Harry from all sides, but he felt no fear. No confusion. No despair like the wandering souls around him. He moved forward steadily, dark-gold mist creating a clear path toward Chrysa.

"Almost there, girl." Harry reached out as he drew closer. Chrysa didn't respond, still pacing in circles with glazed eyes.

A flash of red caught his attention. Azula stood frozen nearby, staring into nothing while tears ran down her face. Her mouth moved, forming silent words Harry couldn't hear.

The white fog surged between them, cutting off Harry's view. He narrowed his eyes - this spirit was related to Wei-Ku, wasn't it? The way it seemed to work, the way it tried to separate them... this was personal.

"You took my friends." Harry pushed through another wall of white mist. "And I took your relative."

The fog swelled. The wandering souls around Harry began moving faster, more erratically. An old man in Earth Kingdom robes stumbled past, sobbing about children he couldn't save. A Fire Nation soldier crawled on hands and knees, begging someone named Chen for forgiveness.

Harry ignored them all, focusing on reaching Chrysa and Azula. The white fog grew thicker with each step, trying to block his path, but Harry's dark-gold mist carved through it easily.

"I devoured Wei-Ku." Harry spoke clearly as he walked. "Made him part of me. That's why your fog can't touch my soul, isn't it?"

The massive bank of white mist contracted violently. The wandering souls screamed and fell to their knees, clutching their heads. Harry felt the spirit's rage pressing against him like a physical force.

But still no fear. No confusion. No despair.

Harry finally reached Chrysa, placing a hand on her golden fur. She didn't react, still pacing and staring at nothing. He could feel her fear through their bond - fear of failing him, of being too weak to protect him.

"I'm here, girl." Harry stroked her head. "Come back to me."

The white fog surrounded them completely now, cutting off all view of the rest of the Spirit World. Harry glanced at Azula, who had fallen to her knees while mumbling about losing her bending.

"Right." Harry took a deep breath. "Time to go."

He reached into his Po Soul, converting all the magic he had left into fear-based Soul Resonance Mist. The black fog poured from his skin, far denser than normal, carrying all his understanding of fear.

The white fog pressed closer, but Harry ignored it. He shaped his black mist into a rough circle, feeding more and more fear powered by virtue into it until reality itself began to thin...

A pulse of black energy surged through the circle as reality split open. Through the gap, Harry saw the physical world - a dirt road leading to Ember Island's main town, with Mai and the two advisors standing over Azula's unconscious body.

"Come on." Harry grabbed Azula's arm with one hand while keeping the other on Chrysa's fur. The portal crackled with dark energy as he pulled them toward it.

The white fog surged forward. Harry gritted his teeth and yanked harder, dragging his friends through the gap between worlds. Azula's spirit vanished the moment they tumbled onto the dirt road, causing Mai to jump back in surprise while Lo and Li gasped.

Harry spun around to close the portal, but streams of white mist had already slipped through. The fog condensed into a massive wall that towered over them all, blocking out the sun.

"What in Agni's name..." Mai stepped back, eyes wide.

Harry stood between the fog and his friends, dark-gold mist still swirling around him. The white fog pressed closer, but just like in the Spirit World, it couldn't affect his mind.

"You can't touch me." Harry met the fog head-on. "And I won't let you harm them again."

The massive bank of white mist contracted, radiating pure hatred. A cold voice echoed through Harry's mind: "You devoured my younger brother."

Harry nodded. "I did."

"I am the Fog of Lost Souls." The voice grew even colder. "And I will have my revenge."

Harry gathered the remaining fear-based mist from the portal, surrounding the white fog with it. The Spirit of Lost Souls tried to withdraw, but Harry's black mist consumed the white fog completely.

When the mists cleared, Harry found himself standing in the middle of the road with Mai, Lo, and Li staring at him in shock. Azula lay unconscious at their feet while Chrysa shook herself, eyes clear again.

"Harry..." Mai stepped forward. "What just happened? Why did Azula collapse? What was that black dome earlier, and where did you disappear to? And what was that white... thing?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but something else caught his attention. Both Wei-Ku and the Fog of Lost Souls had managed to track him despite all his precautions in hiding his power and relevance. Wei-Ku had even admitted seeing him fly over the ocean as an eagle...

That meant something very dangerous - whenever Harry sensed danger through his soul-based instincts, he must be revealing himself somehow. The very act of checking for danger required his soul to interact with others in some manner, which could lead powerful beings straight to him. He needed to find some way to contr-

A gasp interrupted his thoughts. Azula shot upright, eyes wide and breathing heavily.

Blue flames erupted from Azula's hands as she spun in place, creating a ring of fire around herself. The flames roared outward, forcing everyone to step back while she launched blast after blast into the sky.

"Princess!" Lo and Li moved forward but Mai held up a hand to stop them.

"Give her space," Mai said quietly, watching as Azula continued generating more flames.

Harry nodded in agreement, scratching behind Chrysa's ears while the lion cub pressed against his leg. He could still sense Azula's fear - not the overwhelming terror from before, but a lingering anxiety that needed physical proof of her abilities.

The blue flames grew larger as Azula punched and kicked through several advanced forms. Each blast lit up the afternoon sky, drawing attention from people further down the road. Harry noticed her breathing becoming more controlled with each successful technique.

Azula finally stopped, panting heavily as she stared at her hands. The last traces of blue fire flickered between her fingers before dying out completely.

"Princess?" Lo stepped forward cautiously. "Are you alright?"

Azula straightened up, composing herself with visible effort. "Of course I am." She brushed dust from her clothes, but Harry noticed her hands trembling slightly.

"What happened?" Mai turned to Harry, eyes narrowing. "Lee was acting strange earlier - like something had taken control of him. Then that black dome appeared out of nowhere, and Azula went inside..." She glanced at the two advisors. "I sent the nearby guards to fetch Lo and Li immediately, but both you and Lee had vanished. Only Azula remained, unconscious."

Harry stroked Chrysa's fur while considering how much to reveal. "The black dome was created by a spirit. It dragged all three of us into the Spirit World."

"And Lee?" Mai pressed, eyes sharp.

Harry shook his head. "I don't know what happened to him in the end, but considering how the spirit was acting..." He let the implication hang in the air.

"I managed to defeat the spirit who dragged us there," Harry added quietly. "But it had already thrown Azula and Chrysa to another spirit called the Fog of Lost Souls. I had to go in and get them out quickly."

Lo and Li exchanged alarmed looks. The color drained from both their faces as they stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"The Fog of Lost Souls?" Li whispered. "You entered the domain of the Fog of Lost Souls and returned?"

Mai frowned at the advisors' reaction. "What's so special about this fog?"

"It is one of the most ancient and dangerous spirits in existence." Lo shuddered. "Those who enter the fog become trapped in their darkest memories until they lose their minds completely."

"And you went in there willingly?" Li stared at Harry. "How did you even escape?"

Harry shrugged, keeping his expression neutral. "The spirit that brought us to the Spirit World gave me certain... insights. The fog couldn't affect me because of that."

"You don't understand," Lo insisted. "The Fog of Lost Souls is older than our most ancient records, and no one - not one soul - has ever broken free."

"Well, we did." Harry met her eyes steadily. "And now we need to focus on making sure everyone's alright."

"We're leaving." Azula's voice cut through the tension. She stood rigidly straight, but Harry noticed how her fingers kept twitching, small sparks of blue flame appearing and disappearing.

"Princess?" Lo stepped forward. "Perhaps we should-"

"I said we're leaving." Azula's eyes flashed. "The ship should be ready by now. We've wasted enough time on this island."

Mai studied her friend carefully. "The crew will need time to prepare-"

"Then they better work quickly." Blue flames flickered around Azula's clenched fists. "I want to be on that ship within the hour."

Harry sighed as he watched the princess struggling to maintain her composure. The fear still radiated from her in waves - not the overwhelming terror from the fog, but a deep-seated anxiety that seemed to grow stronger by the minute.

"As you wish, Princess." Li bowed. "We'll send word to the harbor immediately."

"Mai." Azula's voice cracked slightly. "Make sure everything is packed properly. I won't accept any delays."

Mai nodded and hurried off toward the beach house, while Lo and Li headed toward the harbor. Harry stayed where he was, still petting Chrysa as he watched Azula stare at nothing.

His green eyes darkened. A new offer had come.

[Vampiric Castle – Fate/Legends: Voyage to Valhalla] – Costs 200CP, 200CP available to spend.

What a beautiful castle this is, a shining example of nobility for the owner. With vast rooms and luxuries abound, a young lady would want for little. Any enhancements or additions to the Castle are integrated naturally and fluidly, even something as inane as a Pyramid landing on top of it. It comes staffed by young maidens who wouldn't think much of the owners eccentrics, be it singing or something more bloody.

Indeed it seems this Castle could be used for much more violent means. Once inside it can become a labyrinth, making escaping a challenge even for quick witted individuals, though chance of escape rises the more of their fellow captives they outlive. In particular they may want to escape the dungeons, staffed with torture instruments, rooms to keep 'pets' until new meat arrives and a bath filled with fresh blood. A last final room in its deepest depths is a walled of chamber, only a small slit for food at the bottom for those who deserve death for the acts this castle enabled.

For an additional 100 CP in payment it also comes guarded by two strange statue like automatons, rising up against any threat to the castle.

He frowned at the offer. He hadn't known the offers could include entire buildings, but what would he even do with a vampire castle? The dungeons and torture chambers held no appeal, and he already had a home at the Flamel cottage and Hogwarts.

Rejected.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?" Azula's sharp voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Would you prefer I leave you alone right after what happened?"

"Yes." Azula turned away, but Harry noticed blue flames still crackling between her fingers.

"You know," Harry kept his voice casual, "most people would be shaken after encountering two powerful spirits in one day."

"I am not 'most people.'" Azula spun back around, eyes blazing. "I am the Crown Princess of the Fire Nation, and I do not get 'shaken' by anything."

"Right." Harry nodded. "So the constant firebending is just... exercise?"

Azula narrowed her eyes. "Are you mocking me?"

"No." Harry met her gaze steadily. "I'm pointing out that checking if your bending still works every few seconds isn't exactly the behavior of someone who isn't affected."

The flames grew larger. "You know nothing about-"

"The fog was showing everyone their fears," Harry said before she could continue. "You saw yourself losing your bending, just like Chrysa saw herself failing to protect me. Everyone faced their worst memories."

"And yet here you stand, completely unaffected." Azula took a step forward, eyes sharp with suspicion. "What makes you different from the rest of us?"

Harry took a moment to choose his words. "After defeating that first spirit... let's just say it changed how I understand fear."

"You're hiding something from me." Azula's voice held an edge.

Harry didn't bother denying it. "Yes."

They stared at each other for a long moment before Azula extinguished her flames with a sharp gesture.

"Keep your secrets then." She straightened her clothes. "But don't think I'll forget about this. One day, you'll tell me what really happened."

"I'd expect nothing less from you." Harry's expression softened. "But remember something - constantly testing your bending won't chase away the fear. It'll only make you more terrified of losing it."

"I am not afraid!" The words burst from Azula, but Harry noticed no flames this time.

He allowed himself a small smile, sensing the subtle shift in her fear. Sometimes the best way to help someone wasn't through gentle handling, but through direct confrontation.

"Actually," Harry patted Chrysa's furry head, "would you mind showing me to the ship? I've never seen a Fire Nation vessel up close before."

Azula blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. "You want to see the ship?"

"And the Capital." Harry shrugged. "I've heard stories about the volcanoes and the architecture, but I've never been there myself."

"The Royal Caldera City is our Capital." Azula lifted her chin with pride. "You should see it - an entire city nestled inside an extinct volcano's heart. Active volcanoes flank both sides, and from its highest point, our palace commands a view of every corner in the capital below."

Harry nodded encouragingly. "What about the harbor? I heard the ships can sail right up to the volcano somehow."

"The Great Gates of Azulon guard the harbor entrance." Azula's posture relaxed slightly as she explained. "Massive nets of steel can be raised between the dragon statues, and the nets catch fire when intruders approach."

"Dragon statues?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "How big are we talking about?"

"Larger than this entire beach." She smirked slightly. "Fire Lord Azulon had them built after the last major invasion attempt. No enemy fleet has made it past them since."

Harry whistled. "Now I really want to see them."

"Well..." Azula glanced toward the harbor. "We should reach the Capital within three days if we leave soon. The royal yacht is much faster than regular ships."

"Royal yacht?" Harry grinned. "Here I was expecting some military vessel."

Azula rolled her eyes. "I am the Crown Princess. Did you think I traveled on common warships?"

"To be fair, I didn't think much about royal transportation at all." Harry gestured down the road. "Lead the way?"