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Wizard From Space
By TigerofRobare
Chapter One
Prophecy
In almost eleven years of disembodyment since his power was broken that fateful day in October, Lord Voldemort had never been so happy. Not only had he just aquired a human body to share, in the person of a Hogwarts professor no less, he had just discovered the prophecy that had been his downfall. He would be right under Dumbledore's nose all year, he would steal the Philosopher's Stone and return to power, and he already had the knowledge to win immortality and omnipotence. The prophecy ran thusly:
In time there shall come a savior, and he shall be known as the son of the suns,
He will redeem his fallen father and so help him to restore Balance to the Force,
The power of the Sith will be ended, and so will the Tyrant's rule,
He shall have the power the Dark Lords covet and if uncorupted, will foil them at every turn.
Lord Voldemort had painstakingly researched this for ages, and had finally discovered the boy he was looking for, the boy he really needed to defeat, an almost eleven year old Tattooine farm boy named Luke Skywalker, son of Anakin Skywalker, the Hero With No Fear. Voldemort set his plan into motion, first he needed to get young Skywalker to Hogwarts.
Ten-year old Luke Skywalker came into the kitchen with his Uncle Owen for lunch. He was a little on the short side, with a mop of golden blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was smiling what his Aunt Beru called his prize-winning smile. Uncle Owen and him had just spent most of the morning working on a landspeeder, it was an old one, it was sort of pinkish and needed the windscreen replaced, but Luke and his Uncle loved working on it.
"Luke, it's almost your birthday. Have you though anything about what you might want?" Aunt Beru said, handing him a plate of food a glass of blue milk.
"Thanks, Aunt Beru. Um, no I haven't really thought about it. Maybe we could go to Mos Espa and see the Boonta Eve Podrace?" Luke said.
"No, Luke. I'm sorry, but Boonta Eve is right in the middle of harvest," Uncle Owen reminded him.
"Oh, yeah."
Their conversation turned to other things, the weather, shockball, and the goings on in Anchorhead, the nearest settlement. Luke finished eating and put his plate and glass in the sonic washer. He heard the mail slot click and the slide of letters onto the doormat. "I'll get the mail, Aunt Beru," Luke called.
"Oh thank you, Luke," said Aunt Beru.
Luke walked to the top of the igloo-esque building that the Lars home was on. There were only a few things in the mail; a postcard from the Darklighters, who were vacationing on Utappau, a brown elvelope that looked like a bill, and a letter for Luke. He was shaking in amazement, no one had ever written him a letter before. He saw all of his friends to frequently for that. Occasionaly Biggs would send him a post card from wherever he was off vacationing, but mostly those were from the whole Darklighter family. The envelope was made of heavy parchment, on the other side, it was sealed shut with red wax stamped with an H. The adress was written in purple ink:
Mr Luke Skywalker,
The Children's Bedroom,
The Lars Homestead,
The Jundland Wastes,
Tatooine
Luke handed his Aunt and Uncle the other things and opened up his letter. There were two sheets of parchment in it. One was the actual letter, it read:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Skywalker,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necesarry books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
"What's that Luke?" Uncle Owen asked.
Luke was too flabergasted for words. He just showed Uncle Owen the letter. Owen examined it carefully, as well as the equipment list. He frowned at them. Then he threw them on the table in disgust and snorted. "I think somebody's playing a trick─" Uncle Owen began, but was interupted by a tremendous knock on the door.
"Pit's open!" called Aunt Beru.
In a moment a stranger appeared over the rim. He was dressed in a black cloak and robes. For several seconds, Owen's heart raced, he thought it was Darth Vader. Then he breathed easier when he remembered that Vader had a helmet and mask. He berated himself mentally for so carelessly gaurding his thoughts. If that had been Vader, he would have been unable to protect Luke for long.
"Hello," called the stranger.
"Hi. I'm Owen Lars, who're you?" Uncle Owen called up.
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid. I'm here to talk to yeh 'bout 'Ogwarts," the stranger called down.
The only people Uncle Owen had met that were anywhere near in size to Hagrid had been Wookies. He was enormous, over three meters tall and almost as big around. He wore a moleskin overcoat that seemed to be made of pockets and he carried a ridiculous pink umbrella.
"So Hogwarts is real?" Luke asked excitedly when Hagrid was seated across from the family.
"Course it's real. Here, lemme show yeh someat," Hagrid said. He took a cup and tapped it with his umbrella. It turned into a mouse, leaving everyone speechless. Hagrid turned to back into a cup.
Hagrid explained a lot about the wizarding world, he talked about the school Houses, where to go to get the equipment, how to get to Earth, and a brief introduction to wizarding manners.
"Luke, 'bout ten years ago there was a wizard who went ova to the Dark Side. He was getting' powerful, really powerful. He wanted to take over. He had an 'uge army, some volunters and some he bullied. Anyone who 'tempted to resist was killed, 'orribly. Well, we don' say this wizard's name. But I'll tell ya, so ya know: Voldemort.
Mostly we just say You-Know-Who," Hagrid said. He was visibly shaken by having to say it. "But then he tried to murder baby Harry Potter and his power broke, leaving Harry with only a scar shaped like a bolt of lightning."
When Hagrid was silent for a few seconds, Luke turned to his Aunt and Uncle. "Can I go?"
Uncle Owen stared right a Hagrid. "Is it safe?"
"Hogwarts is the safest place in the Galaxy s'long as Dumbledore's there. Great man Dumbledore," Hagrid said.
Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru communicated silently for a few moments. Luke and Hagrid watched with great anticipation. Finally, Owen nodded.
"Yes, Luke, you can go," Beru said.