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AN: Thanks to darth Queidus for pointing out that Jaina has two Is. My appologies for the mistake.

A New Life, A New World

By Zeppie, Adopted by Corvis

Chapter One

1.

The war was over. The Dark Lord and his followers had been defeated, and the wizarding world had convulsed in wild celebration at their deliverance. But he didn't feel like celebrating.

Harry had defeated Voldemort in their final confrontation, but the cost had been greater than the young man's heart could bear. The Chosen One had been prepared to give his own life, and he had. Though Harry hadn't expected that he would get to come back. He also hadn't expected that every one of his friends and those dear to him would die as well. None of them got to come back.

Harry Potter thought of those who had believed in him, even with the rest of the wizarding world thought he was a new Dark Lord, or a liar, or insane. He thought of those who had loved him. He thought especially of Ginny. All of them were gone.

There was no respite for Harry. All of the happy places had only been happy for the memories of being there with his loved ones. Now, everywhere he looked, Harry was only reminded of his loss, and his fragile heart shattered anew.

The wizarding world held him up as a hero, but their praise rang hollow as Harry remembered all the times they'd turned their backs on him. His friends might still be alive if they had listened... if they had stood up... if they had fought along side the tiny few who refused to surrender to fear and evil. Ginny might still be alive...

Besides, already there were new whispers. Harry had returned from the dead, just like You-Know-Who. Harry was a parsletongue, like all the worst dark wizards. Harry was so powerful, and power had a way of corrupting those who had it. The young man bitterly suspected that much of the reason they were so determined to see him in the worst light was because if they ever admitted he was just a boy who had lost everything to protect them, they'd have to admit also that they were a pack of cowards for sending him to fight their battles while they hid in safety.

Given time, they would work themselves up to dispose of the living reminder of their shame. Harry had no doubt that sooner or later, he'd end up in Azkaban, or perhaps just executed. He had no intention of waiting around for that. But, there was no place he might hide in his world. There was no place that didn't remind him of all he had lost. Harry Potter needed a way to leave the entire, hateful world behind.

His search had started in the Department of Mysteries. Harry traded on his status as hero while he still had it to gain access to secret books and scrolls. The Boy-Who-Lived had gone on to Knockturn Alley to obtain the forbidden knowledge and materials that he couldn't find in the ministry. Finally, Harry Potter had turned to the last fellow survivor. It would be a lie to call the man a friend. The hate they felt for each other was no secret, but there was a tiny bit more than hate between them. Otherwise, why would the man have saved Harry's life in his first year at Hogwarts?

Severus Snape would never like Potter. But the potions master understood loss, grief and pain. As someone who had lost everything, he understood why the boy had come to him. This was why Snape had agreed to help him.

Harry stood in Snape's lab, holding the goblet of potion. Snape had left as soon as he had placed the goblet on the table. There had been no words between them as the potions master left. There was no need, and Harry wasn't sure what he could have said even if he had wanted to.

The young wizard had packed only the essentials into his trunk. He brought his photo album, a few changes of muggle clothing, some gold and jewels that could be used for barter or be exchanged for money. Harry had shrunk the trunk and put it into the pocket of his jeans. His wand was in a holster strapped to his forearm. He also wore a t shirt, trainers and a black cloak.

There was no one to say good bye to, and no reason to delay any longer. Harry drank the foul-tasting potion quickly. There was a tingly feeling, and Harry watched as his hand faded, the goblet falling to the floor. Then, everything went dark.

Harry wasn't sure how long the dark lasted. It could have been a few seconds, or a few centuries. Time and space seemed distorted and unfamiliar. When the darkness ended, Harry was deluged with images. They were like snap shots that sped by in the millions, but somehow the young man had time to examine them all. some were just landscapes, though often of lands the likes of which Harry had never seen. Some contained images of people, though only a small percentage of the people appeared human. But then, Harry saw one group of people. They looked to be a family, seated around a table and sharing a meal. They reminded the young wizard of the Weasleys in happier times. Though he didn't consciously choose that image, Harry felt drawn to it. There was a bright flash of light, like a star going nova. Then, Harry found himself in physical reality again.

2.

Han Solo looked around the table with a happy smile on his face. Family met a lot to the former smuggler and general. He had grown up without a family, not knowing who he was or where he came from. Family was important to his wife as well. Leia Organa-Solo had lost her adoptive family and homeworld in the same instant when Alderan was destroyed by the Death Star. The family that they shared was precious to the Solos, and they would do anything to see to it that their children never suffered as they had, and that they would always know they were loved.

The galaxy seemed to be at peace for the moment, though Han had seen too much strife to imagine it would last. However, he was grateful for the peace while it lasted. In part he was grateful because that meant that he, his wife, his brother-in-law, Luke Skywalker, and Luke's wife, Mara wouldn't need to run all over the galaxy getting shot at. But the main reason he was thankful for the peace was that he had more time to spend with his family.

Thanks to things being so quiet, Solo family dinners had become nearly a weekly event. Tonight, not only were Han and Leia's children there, but Luke, Mara and baby Ben had been able to come.

Luke sat next to his sister, Leia. The Jedi Master radiated calm happiness and good humor. Next to Luke, sat his redheaded wife, Mara Jade-Skywalker. In her arms, being unusually peaceful for an infant, was their child, Ben.

Next to Mara sat Anakin, Han and Leia's youngest. The fifteen-year-old took his dark hair after his father, and his intelligent, blue eyes from his mother's side of the family. At the moment he was chatting quietly with Chewbacca about the Millennium Falcon. The teen had a gift for fixing things, and he loved to help his honorary uncle Chewie with the family's famed YT-1300 class transport.

Anakin was in training to be a Jedi. He had a strong connection to the Force. Luke was both proud of his quietly earnest nephew and concerned for him. All his young life, Anakin's great potential had drawn danger to him. The Jedi Master felt that Anakin was destined for great things. That sort of life was anything but safe.

Jacen was seventeen, and very different from his brother. He was also in training to be a Jedi, but where Anakin was quiet, Jacen was brash. Where Anakin looked inward for answers, Jacen went forth, secure in the knowledge that he already possessed all the answers. Jacen was telling his parents about how much Tenel Ka's lightsabre technique had improved. Tenel Ka was Jacen's girlfriend, and his parents wondered just how serious the relationship was becoming.

Next to Jacen was his twin sister, Jaina. Like her father and uncle, Jania had a love of flying. Like her brother's she attended her uncle's Jedi academy. A bit more mature than her twin brother, Jainia would probably be the first of the Solo children to attain the rank of Jedi Knight.

Jaina wasn't talking as much as her twin. She was feeling a little wistful that night. As his words reminded her, Jacen had Tenel Ka. Anakin had Tahiri. Jaina was the only one who was still alone. Many boys had asked. Jaina had much of her mother's beauty. Along with her long, light brown hair, athletic form, and outgoing nature, Jaina was inevitably the object of the affection of many young men.

But none of them were right. A soft but persistent feeling came to Jaina through the Force. The one who was meant to be with her had not appeared yet. The young student was starting to feel a little impatient. He he was going to come, why didn't he hurry up?

It was perhaps fitting that she was thinking that when the bright flash of light filled the room. Used to danger all of their lives, the entire Solo family reacted at once. Chewbacca hurled himself between the light and Han's family, hoping to shield them from any blast. Han was up with his blaster in hand before he even consciously registered the danger. Leia and Luke stood ready, but with no weapons drawn. Mara turned to shield her baby and trusted her husband and his family to keep them safe. The Solo Siblings stood side by side with their lightsabres drawn.

There was a muffled thump, and the light vanished as suddenly as it had come. A young man, looking to be about the age of the Solo children, was sitting on the floor before them. He got to his feet, and the family looked the intruder over warily. He had messy, black hair, pale skin, and strangely bright green eyes. There was a thunderbolt-shaped scar on his forehead, and he was dressed in dark clothes under a black cloak. The cloak reminded Jaina of her Uncle Luke's outer robe, but it wasn't the usual brown of Jedi clothing, but black, like that of the Sith. The young man held no weapons. He raised an empty hand and waved as he smiled nervously.

"Hi."