July 31st

1985

11:45 am Earth Time

Potter Mansion

Earth

Harry Potter's POV:

Updated: 4/24/17

As I am looking out at the vast rolling forest that is on the border of my family manor, sitting down on the manor's roof, I let out a long, depressed sigh.

Today is my 7th birthday, and just like all the ones before, my beloved Girl-Who-Lived sister got most of everything, ranging from presents to attention. While I am loved to a degree, it's always my little sister, Hailey Potter, who's exactly 2 years younger than me, who gets anything she wants her way. At least she asks nicely for what she wants instead of throwing temper tantrums, even if she does get really feisty if she gets frustrated.

But it wasn't always like this. I remember a time when the 2 of us were loved equally by our parents. Even if that time was during the Wizarding War, a war between 2 ideals for all Wizarding Society; Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore fighting for what he has called the 'Greater Good' and the Darkest Wizard of the Century, Lord Voldemort, who wanted 'purebloods' to rule the world. Such a disgusting term. I came along a year after our parents were married, while Hailey was born during the last year of the Wizarding War. Shortly after her birth, we all went into hiding to avoid the Death Eaters and their leader.

My parents thought they could trust Peter Pettigrew with being our secret keeper, but he betrayed my family and his closest friends to his master, the Dark Lord himself. Voldemort didn't wait a second before apparating to our house in Godric's Hollow and breaking in. Had our parents been at the house, they would have died like our babysitter had. But James and Lily were on a funeral that day for Lily's sister, Petunia. Suspecting her of knowing where my family were hiding, Death Eaters had confronted Petunia, tortured her with the Cruciatus Curse for a while and after discovering she knows nothing, killed her instantly. Even if Mom and Petunia supposedly never saw eye-to-eye, her death rattled her heavily.

I remember hearing that day that Petunia's husband, Vernon Dursley, had also fled with their son Dudley immediately after the attack and disappeared from the public eye in case the Death Eaters tried tracking them down again.

After Voldemort killed our babysitter, he stepped over her corpse before looking at us calculatingly. As the eldest child, he picked me to die. But as he cast Avada Kedavra, I feel a surge of hatred towards him and felt raw power course through me, not only shielding me from the killing curse, but reflecting it right back at him. The Dark Lord screamed as his body is torn apart and the room gets trashed from the out of control magic. As a result of the outburst, I got a scar in the shape of a K on my right temple. Hailey received a scar on her temple as well, but her scar's in the shape of the famous lightning bolt.

Sensing the magical explosion, my parents and Dumbledore returned to a damaged house and 2 scared siblings. After Dumbledore ran some tests on us, he concluded that my little sister vanquished the Dark Lord, making her the Girl-Who-Lived. Over the course of a few years, things got worse as both my parents were forced to pay more attention to Hailey whenever we leave home so they could keep her safe from the scum of the Earth known as the paparazzi. It started out small, but as Hailey got older, those nosy reporters got worse and my parents were forced to pay more attention until it all became a formidable habit where she's loved immensely while I'm almost the side show.

But now, I at least have found friends in Fred and George Weasley, Daphne Greengrass and Neville Longbottom. Several others have kept me company, but it never ends up well. Easily the worst is Molly Weasley, with her somewhat bossy attitude and borderline banshee-like voice. My grandparents, Fleamont and Euphemia, used to care for me when I was really young, but they passed away a long time ago, before the Dark Lord attacked. My parents at least pay enough attention to me to realize that since my grandparents' passing, I had gained a passion for dark literature and muggle history and a few hours ago, I received a few gifts from my parents, which were mainly books on the Ancient World and Middle Ages. However, my sister was the one to get the mountain of goods and all the praise today.

After years of watching the Wizarding World, I have realized the truth. They always jump to conclusions, never taking a second look at anything, and their prejudiced and corrupt ways are so pampering for the 'purebloods' of society that everyone else who tries to make their names in history or disagree with their society are shut out and abused in any way imaginable. Just thinking about how broken this hidden world is makes the very blood in my body churn with anger, a desire to burn them all to the ground.

That's when I feel it. A massive presence, a dark but welcoming one, washes over me. I stand up and look out at the hill in the middle of the forest, at the giant hill that rises up in the middle. That's where the presence is coming from. Slowly, I climb down the walls of my family manor and run out into the woods. Instantly, the sky above me darkens as I run under the thick cover of the trees. I keep on running, even after I feel the ground sloping up under me. Eventually, I come to the direct middle of the hill, where magic is gathering the strongest. A little suspicious, I lower my right hand and touch it to the ground. Suddenly, the ground collapses under me and I fall for a few seconds before landing on my back. Groaning, I slowly sit up, only to freeze in shock at what is in front of me. It's completely black and so huge it makes up the entire length of the hill. It has a tall fin-shaped structure jutting up, with what looks like a rectangle on top. If I had to guess, that would be a command center of sorts for the ship. Timidly, I step forward and look around. Judging by how much…older the dirt looks on the inside, I get the feeling it came here millennia ago. The very air around me seems to tingle with that same mysterious energy I felt.

After a few seconds of walking to the ship, I notice a device lying on the ground. I have never seen before, even during my time in the muggle world. It's in the shape of a pyramid and has markings on each side with gold decorations. Exercising great care, I gently crouch down and make to grab it. But as I touch the device, I feel my very magic and hatred of the Wizarding World pulsing into the device, which snaps open. I jump back, startled, after the projection of a man appears. He has to be around 2 meters tall, with some sort of tattoos on his bald head, a bodysuit of sorts with a cape billowing behind him and what has to be the most intimidating jaw I've ever seen.

"Are you going to get up, boy?" He asks with a deep and cold voice. Not wanting to get him angry, I immediately stand up and stare at him with fascination. A million questions float around my head, but I settle on asking the 2 most important ones.

"Who are you? Also, what is that?" I ask, pointing to the ship.

"I am the holocron, the memories of Darth Malak, Dark Lord of the Sith. As for my starship, this is the Leviathan. For my own question, who are you?" He answers, then asks.

When I hear that, I can't help but recoil a little in shock at this revelation. "My name is Harry Potter. But…you're an alien? What's a holocron, anyways?" I ask, shock and awe still in my voice.

I can't tell because of his jaw, but I think he's frowning at me. "I wouldn't put it that way, Harry, but yes, I'm from another planet. As for a holocron, it's a digital container for knowledge that greatly helps progress Sith Acolytes along the path of the Dark Side of the Force. I have felt your power and am impressed by your immense potential. So impressed, I want you to restart my Empire."

I listen to him with rapt attention, realizing that only more questions swell up in me. Musing on his words, I realize something. "So this Force is like magic."

Malak blinks in confusion at my statement. "What did you say, boy?"

"Well, from what you said, this Force is like magic, an energy that people can use. There's entire societies of them." I answer, spitting out the word societies.

Darth Malak raises an eyebrow at that. "Interesting. So the Jedi survived the battle as well." At my questioning look, he continues, "In addition to being the Sith lord, a group who uses the Dark Side of the Force, what you call magic, I was also the leader of a vast Empire. I led my most trusted human soldiers into battle against the Galactic Republic, who had users of the Light Side of the Force known as Jedi to assist them. I had my people rebuild my capitol ship, Leviathan, so the war could continue after I was killed by my former master, Revan. But my fleets engines were damaged, so we entered hyperspace to escape. We ended up in an uncharted system with the all-human Republic forces following. We ruptured their ships as well and all the people were evacuated, landing on the 3rd planet. The Leviathan was spared the damage and crashed here while the rest of the ships were destroyed." When his tale finished, I stare at him in shock, then laugh out loud. There are no gods, God, or any crap like that. Mankind came from outer space, landing on different parts of the world and colonizing it, and that the 'pureblood' wizards are actually descents of Jedi. This revelation would change the world in every way! But then I stop laughing when I realize something. "Wait a second. There were several civilizations, primitive ones mind you, that existed millennia before these events, so you weren't alone on this planet. "

Malak scoffs. "Yes, I was only activated a few times, but there were ancient humans that lived here, making this planet another home world for the human race. But my crew and the Republic's crew settled on the world and while the idea of space travel dimmed with each generation, they also laid the foundations for some much more sophisticated civilizations, like the nation the planet-native people called Greece. But enough history lessons. I sense much anger in you about something. Tell me, who do you hate?"

I look at him, magic (no, the Force) compelling me to tell the truth. "I hate all of Wizarding Britain's society! I hate the Ministry that runs everything, I hate the fake Dark Lord for pretty much making my family push me away, I hate my spoiled little sister, I hate them all!" I scream out the last part, hate overtaking me. A surge of power, one that feels comfortable to me, courses through me and I can think clearer than I ever did before.

"You have taken the first step. With my guidance, I will show you how to be a Sith and you will have you revenge against those who have wronged you." Malak says, who's probably smiling at this point, but I can't tell.

"I appreciate the offer, but I need to consider it before I continue." I said, still trying to digest everything I've learned.

Malak stares at me blankly for a few seconds then relents. "Of course."

I nod at him then turn around to leave. That's when I realize I have a problem. "Um…I can't leave."

"You consider that a problem? Use the Force, and make it do what you want. Let the Dark Side flow through you." Malak responds, then the holocron snaps back up and the projection disappears.

Taking his advice, I concentrate on my anger and will the rock on the cave walls to change into a way to get out of here. My power spikes and before my very eyes, the stones pull out of the wall and form a ladder. I can't help but be in awe at what I just did, but break out of my stupor and keep my focus up as I climb up the ladder and return to the surface. Once I am completely up, my focus is broken and the rock returns to its smooth state. Quickly, I run out of the woods and back to my family manor. As I walk in through the side door, I am confronted by all my friends.

"Hey mate." Fred Weasley starts, but his twin George finishes.

"Where have you been?"

"I just decided to go out for a run." I said, not wanting to tell them what I just learned yet.

"Is that why you're covered in dirt?" Daphne asks, looking at me with concern.

"Yes. I stumbled on a tree root while I was running. So, what's going on?"

"Oh, the parties' in full swing. Aside from Fleur, no one's wondered where you were." Neville said, a little bit of somberness in his voice.

It shouldn't have, but that news struck me hard. Not even my parents took notice of my absence? I look over their shoulders at the crowds of wizards who are in a full-scale party. Mom is talking with several other witches and wizards, including Appoline and Jean Delacour. While we went to France on a vacation, we met with the Delacours and after Dad saved them from a mugger, our 2 families became close friends. Speaking of Dad, I notice him talking with Mr. Weasley and my godfather, Remus Lupin, all of whom are laughing about something that must be really funny. In the middle of the crowd is my sister. She has pale skin, red hair with black accents and dark brown eyes. As she's talking with her friend Ronald Weasley, I can see her face holding a smug look as she talked.

In the corner, Fleur Delacour has enough sense to not look rude and also stays in the conversation, but I can tell that she wants to leave. They're all so happy about how good life is treating them, not even noticing that I left for a while. That's when I realize how foolish I was to even consider turning my back on everything I learned.

I walk through the crowds and head up the staircase to my bedroom. Grabbing a bag from under my bed I use whenever me and my family travel out of the country, I start throwing all of my clothes into it. When everything's packed up, I make my way to the open window and crawl through it. A second later, the door to my room opens and all my friends enter, staring at me.

"Where are you going?" Daphne asks, a concerned look on her face.

Quickly, I rack my brain and come up with a solid story. "Away. While I was out on my run, I found a relative of mine who's willing to teach me powerful magic and show me how to help others with it. Believe me; my talents are best served anywhere but here."

My friends look at each other and return their gazes to me. "OK. Well, goodbye, Harry." Neville said, looking a little sad.

"Goodbye. Please know that wherever I'll go, I will miss all of you. I promise to see you all again." I respond truthfully, getting the feeling that I will return, but not for a long time.

Before I could crawl out the window, Fred and George call out simultaneously, "Send us a postcard!"

I laugh a little and give them all a wide smile before crawling out the window. Daphne pulls the window back into place as I jump down the wall and take a running start through the forest, following the welcoming power guide me back to the hole I made. Using the Force, I recreate the ladder and slide down the ladder before I reach the smooth bottom. Once reaching the holocron, I reactivate it and see Darth Malak, surprise on his face.

"I'm sorry I ever considered turning down your offer. I want you to train me and how to be a Sith."

AN: Welcome to the first chapter of this story.

I confess, this is my least favorite chapter, but I guess we all have to do things we don't like sometimes.

I do promise, things get much better as time goes on.

See you next time, everyone!