The war is done. The ruins of Hogwarts are in the distance as he leaves. The once proud school in heaps of rubble. He was gone, and yet, he can't breath. His lungs aren't bringing in enough air. Some where on Pandora an infant from the tribe of the Navi takes his first breath, and then a piercing cry resonates. The baby's tail swishes and his ears twitch. "welcome to the world Tsu'tey" Mo'at, spiritual leader of the Navi smiles at the new mother.