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When Harry woke up in the body of twelve year old Jake Sully, he knew that shit was going down somewhere in the near future.
The body he now has is scrawny and a blank slate for him to work on. He has an identical twin brother and parents of all things. Please mark the dismissive sarcasm there. He doesn’t need parents; he is technically a 126 years old man and just because he is in a new body that just so happens to be a child, wouldn’t change that fact.
Besides, he had been the Lord of House Black and Potter for a long time, and that means he knows more than the average Unspeakable or Hit-wizard about nearly everything. Suddenly waking up in the body of a boy wasn’t going to deter him from his goals, not when he still has his magic and could force his new body to become an Omega like his old one.
Maybe here, in this new dimension, he will find a worthy Alpha. Until then he will do his best to become the best Doctor in the world for a second time, can’t have some Doctor wannabe idiot take that title from him when he is perfectly able to fill that spot. Again.
He will show them what it means to be an empowered Omega. Nobody would ever doubt him nor make assumptions again.
Just they wait. He will come for them.
He was fifteen the first time he set foot on the most renowned Medical University in America.
It took him only three years to work his way through the several years long education to become a doctor and another one to be known as a miracle worker in the field of medicine.
The mundane of this world seriously amuse him to no end.
They have years on his world, they saw the problems coming and knew how bad it could get. But their greed was too big. They just had to continue taking and taking until their planet was exhausted of anything that kept it alive. Their greed knew no bounds, Humanity had reached new lows and that when he thought nothing could ever be as bad as this, again.
They killed Gaia. He can see it around himself. The grey sky, the dry ground devoid of any life energy, it all shows him how much humanity fucked up.
And this time, he won’t be helping them. This was their problem.
It is as he makes his way home from a stressful day of work that he gets called by his Twin. Tommy is a good brother, they get along and have regular contact, but this is weird even from him. They aren’t that similar in appearance anymore and the beta certainly has different interests than him. There is nothing much they could talk about, except for them both being omega’s.
He takes the call in a bit of a rush. What if something has happened to his brother? He won’t ever know if he doesn’t take the call.
“Hello, Jake H. Sully on the Phone, with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?” Yeah, he hasn’t completely lost the formal ways of Nobility, they are too good memorised. Formalities are like a shield that keeps everyone away from him so that they won’t hinder him. Nobody, least of all him, likes unnecessary things.
“Harry, it’s me, Tom.” Hearing his brother's easygoing voice calmed him immediately, Tommy wouldn’t be so calm if something bad happened. “I have a favour to ask of you.” Harry made a turn to the right; it will take only a few blocks until he is home in his House and then he will finally be able to take off his mask. The plastic suction on his skin doesn’t feel that great, all the more because he doesn’t need the masks like everyone else did.
“What is it that you require?” He hears Tom huff in frustration. Tommy had always hated it when he got all formal with him, but this he has brought on himself by asking for a favour. “You know that I want to participate in the Avatar Project, yeah?” He makes an affirmative sound. Harry is well aware of the things his Twin got up to. “Well, they can’t make an Avatar because there is a defect in my DNA, which there isn’t in yours, and since we are identical Twins and both Omegas…” Tom trails off just as Harry’s House comes into the line of sight.
His brother sounds so uncertain, as if Harry would ever deny him the chance to fulfil his dreams. How silly of him. “Tommy, just tell me the day and location, I will not deny you this.” A smile twitched on the edge of his rosy lips. Oh, how he loves making his Twin happy.
Years later, he asks himself why fate had to be so cruel to his Twin. Tommy had been such a bright boy, so excited to do something for their dead planet. Harry mourns him, yes, but he is a Potter and they accept the deaths of their loved ones, even if it hurts. There was nothing to be gained from mourning, nothing but misery.
He would gain nothing.
And now everything he knew in this world was dead too. No parents, no siblings, no friends.
All dead. All killed or willingly sent to their deaths.
How cruel the world was. So cruel in their blessings of eternal rest.
When the Company his brother worked for, the Resources Development Administration , asks him to take over the Avatar Project in his brother’s place, Harry accepts without a problem. He has a science and Zoologists PH. D. anyways, it would be interesting to use that knowledge.
He settled his affairs, got everything in order and sold his House. His account was partly drained by him buying many fabrics and other things to design his own clothing when he got to see his Avatar. No way was Harry going to use the clothing the facility gave him, he had way more class than that.
Besides, the fabrics of their clothes were bound to be itchy on the delicate skin of an Omega, since most workers were Betas and Alphas. So no thanks, he is happy making his own clothes.
On the day he was to board the spaceship, Harry decided to go with some warm and fluffy clothing. Sure, he got weird looks for that, but Harry believed if he was already going to sleep for six freaking years then he may do it the right way.
Looking all cute and adorable with his petite body bundled up in fluffiness, just as he should. Being a good omega is hard work.
He got through the checks without a problem, they can’t detect the expanded bag he had also stuffed in his suitcase between his clothing, so nothing popped up. This just shows how truly backwards their technology was. The Mundanes of his world had been able to detect them a few months before he died.
Thank god he kicked the bucket just before the Wizards and Witches turned to him and demanded that he solve their problems.
Head filled with the despairing faces of the ministry workers as he made a last pun before he died, it was a very satisfied Jake H. Sully, formerly Harry James Potter-Black-Peverell, that let the Cryosleep take over.
…but damn is that Cryochamber cold…
Waking up was a little disorienting.
The process of getting out of the ship and settling in, only to then have to spend more than half an hour listening to a delusional old Alpha tell them about how dangerous and unsuited for the Human race the Moon they were on was, is very tiring. At least he got something to eat afterwards, though he could’ve done with less ‘you’ll-die-here-in-this-place-we-superiors-should-never-have-even-contemplated-on-landing-in!’ , it kind of ruined his appetite.
Harry was relieved to get shown to his assigned quarters. It was only a single room with a little Bathroom. It was enough for him; he didn’t need much room.
Now to wait for his fellow ‘Scientists’.
Note the sarcasm.
When he first sees the Avatar that was created with his genes, well, let it be said that he was rather eager to train it and bring it up to his standards. It looked a bit too delicate for Harry’s tastes, like a pushover Omega.
He hates that look, he had looked like that before and people had underestimated him, they had tried to control him. Harry hasn’t been happy about that; he had destroyed them with vindictive glee and now as ‘Jake’, he had done the same.
This Na’vi body would either flourish or perish under his command. He won’t not allow for a half-assed job.
His meeting with Doctor Grace Augustine wasn’t so much a disaster as much as it was a one-sided bitch-fight that lead to him regarding the Beta woman with cold contempt.
She didn’t hold long under his cold, judging eyes.
Nobody did.
Harry opens his eyes in his Avatar's body.
His senses are going overdrive for a short time while he adjusts, and then everything slowly comes down.
Two of the supposedly professional doctors begin shining light into his eyes and he closes them fast.
“+How incompetent muss one be to get hired in this facility?+”
Harry lifts a hand to gently shove the youngsters back away. He sighs tiredly. “Please don’t shine light into the eyes of an already disoriented patient, you’ll only be making it worse.” He squints his eyes open and two sheepish faces look back at him. He sighs but cooperates with them and patiently follows their instructions in the designated tests for first timers.
Half an hour is all it takes and then he is outside in the shed designed to hold the Avatar-bodies while their ‘drivers’ weren’t using them.
There was military clothing the facility made accessible for them, but Harry hasn’t entertained the idea for even a moment; he has bought the needed fabric to make his own clothing and after seeing his Avatar yesterday he had made some tight-fitting black sports shorts with a golden band around his hips that had enchanted coins hanging from it.
He knew it wouldn’t look good with only that, so he put a gold band on both of his thighs and upper arms. The golden coins that hung off the golden band around his hips made beautiful little chiming sounds that were a result of the Charms he put on them. He had carefully made a hole in the Golden band for his tail. To finish his looks, he put on a Poncho made of fine white sheer material.
He looked like the proper Omega he was; beautiful and deadly.
Harry isn’t stupid, he knows what creatures lurk in this world, so he decided to use the one thing nobody could resist; the sound of a Phoenix song.
Norm gives him an impressed look. “Doctor Sully, how did you get such clothing, it looks good on you!” Harry chuckles softly. “That’s for me to know and you guys to never find out. Seriously, those clothes look ridiculous on the Avatars.” Norm just begins laughing and Harry could only sniff haughtily in mock offens, only to break out in laughter in the next moment.
He can’t help himself. They truly did look ridiculous.
Harry made a clear schedule for training his Avatar body and for taking care of his Human body as well.
He is a scientist, a doctor and also knowledgeable of the martial arts, so he is actually researching how fast and strong his new body gets with the proper training. Not that anyone speaks with him about the risks of being connected for too long, he is a Doctor and he knows his stuff.
Several weeks in, Augustine then asks him to come with them on a scientific scouting of the nearby forest as a Zoologist. They want him to take a closer look at the animals they encountered since he was specialised in the field.
Personally, Harry thinks that Doctor Augustine only wanted to apologise for her shit behaviour by taking him with her on that trip.
He doesn’t say anything though.
Harry stares at his Avatar's hair and the queue between them. He is not bad at braiding, but it would take him the better half of the day to braid his hair first into teeny tiny braids and then the French Double Ladder braid he planned on making.
God the outcome would be gorgeous on this long hair, and the Queue good protected!
He has the time and what better time than now to get his appearance in order? The trip was tomorrow, so he didn’t have to rush the process.
The view on their flight above the forest was magnificent.
Harry saw more animals and unique, magic-like bioluminescent plants than he has in years. He wants to protect this. He wants to spare them from the destructive greed of humans, hide them away and help them survive in this hostile, beautiful world they found the courage to exist in.
Before long, they land in a clearing and his green eyes take in the forest around him. Harry can smell Norm beside him, the much taller and stronger looking Avatar body showing the Alpha genes his human body had passed down. Norm’s smoky scent told him more about the Alpha than he would’ve liked, but not everyone was able to control their scent as much as him, so Harry won’t judge too hard.
They walk away from their ride and deeper into the forest, partly enjoying their trip and partly looking out for new plants to bring back for further viewing in the laboratory. Just a look up let him see into the dense canopy and as such the animals living under it. A rare break through the canopy allows him to see the gas Giant Pandora orbited. Polyphemus. It is a beautiful planet, big and imposing, but so benevolent in its mercy of not having consumed this small moon full of life.
And so it continues, they look around and document all they find. Their calm trip gets more exciting by a Hammerhead Herd that they find hidden behind some interesting flowers that retreat into the ground when touched.
Harry frowns at the agitated state of the animals. It is true that they are a rather shy species when allowed to be, but them being this agitated only meant one thing; there is a predator near them, and it is hungry .
He immediately begins to softly move his hips, his eyes falling into a half-lidded state of meditation, bringing the ambient magic around him to gently resonate with the spell he put on the coins. Slowly he increases the magic output in the little coins attached to his clothing and looks calmly over his shoulder at the large predator. What was first a snarling beast became a purring house cat, the Thanator’s temper and instincts were nothing against the neutral and purifying Phoenix magic.
Harry gently turns around, his hips moving gracefully, the phoenix magic output in the little coins calming all live around as it resonates with the magic in the air. It sinks deep into their bodies, touching their wild minds and puts them in a happy trance of contentment and peace. He briefly looks behind at Norm and Augustine, but just gestured that everything would be ok. He then begins to hum together with the Phoenix magic and dances away at a fast pace, the sound acting as a leash on the Thanator and forcing the dazedly happy Predator to follow him.
This could take some time.
Night has fallen and Harry found himself petting some Viperwolf’s after he left the Thanator as a purring mess in a relatively safe clearing for it.
His soft humming calmed the adult animals around him while he took care of the younglings and cleans them where the animals logically couldn’t reach by themselves or with help of others. They were rather passive and thrusting if one has the same identification system. Never has being an Omega brought him closer to a creature than now. Even his own species didn’t have this trust and respect for each other, no matter that they could smell when others lied.
He chuckles when one of the Viperwolf cubs licks his ankle. It is a tinkling, undeniably happy sound that makes the adults of the pack flick their ears in his direction but otherwise ignore him and the playful cubs. After several hours of him playing with their young, they knew him to be a mother Omega. A bitch.
It wasn’t an insult, it was actually exactly what he is. Harry loved the thought of being with a mate that loves him and keeps him constantly pregnant and taking care of their young most of the time, but he still hasn’t found one that his instincts approved off.
Harry continues giggling himself silly and playing with the cubs for some more minutes until suddenly the adults come and surround them protectively. Something was going on.
Danger.
From the trees in the edge of their clearing seven adult Na’Vi males point their drawn arrows at the Viperwolfs and Harry. Their leader snarls at Harry in unintelligible rage, hate so clearly shown on his face, distorting what would surely be very handsome features. He understands the Na’vi language, but only just so and if the natives begin talking fast, he wouldn’t understand them nor be able to respond to their satisfaction.
Harry on his part is thinking fast. The Na’vi are much more instinct-driven than humans, even with them having a Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamic and the Na’vi not having it, he can’t go Omega on them without anticipating a Mate hunt bigger than the ones in Hogwarts, and those had already been overwhelming and horrifying.
Still, a bit of natural Omega charm won’t bring any harm.
With that thought Harry let his green eyes widen minimally and makes a show of taking the youngest Viperwolf protectively in his arms while looking directly in the leaders eyes, playing at the hidden Alpha instincts he knows dominate all-male Instinct driven races.
He hopes this won't end badly.
Harry watches the bioluminescent vegetation around him with curious eyes, trying to not look at the Na’vi that is leading the group, vehemently not thinking of the leader also having his wrists bound together and tugging Harry behind his Direhorse.
His wrists are sore and he wants nothing more than to whine pathetically. His instincts scream that he has displeased the ‘Alpha’ and that he now would be made one of the breeding bitches with no rights inside the Pack, but Harry knew he isn’t part of any Pack. He hasn’t been in one for years now.
There is no logic in what his instincts were telling him.
The pace he is being led in isn’t difficult to follow, but he is tired and the constant fear his Omega nature is radiating all over his body isn’t helping, it makes his magic restless. And Harry just wants to rest.
Why was the universe being so unfair? Just let him sleep!