AN: This is just a collection of random fanfics, ideas I had to get out of the way to continue peacefully writing my stories. Feel free to use any of those i your stories if you like them. Enjoy.

AN2: My other stories are still ongoing, I haven't abandoned them - I'm just rewriting them.

Destiny Far Far Away

Harry Potter and Star Wars Crossover

Korriban – ancient home world of the sith, a graveyard planet and a home to the Sith Academy. That's where young Harry Potter found himself after hearing that cold laughter, that managed to scare him despite the mad euphoria he felt while torturing the Dursleys.

"What's the brat doing here?" he heard an angry voice.

"How should I know?" the other replied. "These tombs are supposed to be filled with dangerous creatures, not some scrawny brats."

"Well, let's just kill him and continue, we have an artifact to find." the first said.

This jerked Harry awake. He did not know what these two were talking about, but he had no intention to die in here. His eyes snapped open, and he saw two teenagers, looking down at him with some metallic sticks in their hands.

"Oi, that brat's awake!" the first, tall young man with short brown hair, said. The other jus nodded.

"Well, as curious as it is, we shouldn't keep our master waiting," the second said and brought his sword to strike Harry down, only to be thrown violently against a wall of the tomb and lose consciousness because of pain. The first teen's eyes widened, but he didn't have time to do anything as pale lightning blasted him away into another wall. Unknown to Harry, his eyes flashed golden.

Harry looked around. All he met was a large hall with tall stone walls and some statues. There were some writings, but he couldn't decipher them. There were two passageways, they were completely identical, and Harry knew not what he was to do next. His gaze landed on the two unconscious teens. Harry neared one of them and took his weapon. He was he to wield that stick, lance, sword?

Looking further, Harry found some sort of metallic sheet in the teen's backpack. He prssed some buttons and the device sprang to life, but oh joy, he couldn't recognize a single symbol on the screen. Apparently their language had the same phonetics and grammar rules as English, but different symbols. Wonderful. Sighing in annoyance, he gripped the teens forehead and glared at him. He knew it was illogical, but still.

"Useless idiots," he grumbled. "Can't even tell me where I am."

Suddenly the teen's eyes snapped open, and Harry wanted to drop him and run, but something prevented him from doing this. The next thing Harry knew numerous scenes were flashing in front of his eyes with the teen present in each and every one of them. It was the idiot's life, Harry concluded. By the end of it, Harry released the teen and sighed. Now he had the knowledge of so many things! The Earth was not the only inhabitable planet in the Universe, on the contrary, it was one of many. He was on a planet named Korriban, and these two poor souls were sith acolytes, attempting to master dark side of the Force. Apparently, Harry was doing just that, he was using the Dark Side to torture his family, and then to defend himself here, in the tomb of Marka Ragnos.

Anyway, Harry picked up the swords, pathetic training swords, datapads, credits, food and water supplies from the two teens, and then decided to use something he learned from the memories of one of his victims. Harry raised a hand in the air and two bodies levitated upwards, until they were suspended in midair. He closed his fist and an echo of snapping necks was heard in the chamber. Harry smiled, these weak fools were so easy to kill, no wander their master sent them to retrieve an irretrievable holocron. His previously emerald eyes were now more of a mix of green and golden. He looked as sparks danced on the palm of his hand and grinned.

Sighing, Harry decided to leave the tomb. He might be powerful, but for goodness sake he was five years old! This was way below average age of tomb raiders, even by sith standards. And yet, there was something calling out to him, something persistent and powerful at the back of his mid, urging him to take another passage and find out what was on the other side.

To Harry's credit one must say, that he was a five-year-old, and had a curiosity of an infant, meaning he had to know everything. Another thing to his credit was the fact, that he tried to fight his curiosity for two whole minutes until it got the better of him. Swearing (yes, a child shouldn't even know these words, but then again uncle Vernon wasn't exactly your best role model even when he was somber, not to mention when he was drunk), Harry turned on his heels and took the passageway leading deeper into the tomb.

One flying monster later Harry understood, that the more power and hatred he put into his lightning, the more deadly and the deeper shade of blue it became. Another beast later he understood, that deep-violet lightning killed everything it touched within seconds. The most peculiar thing was that Harry did not feel any drain at all, he felt like he could just walk all day, killing everything with his bare hands, not even taking his new sword. The other peculiar thing was that he didn't find the idea of ridding this place of all life – sentient or not – not troubling at all.

Another hour later Harry finally entered a very large chamber with a huge pyramid in the center of it. He climbed the stairs near the pyramid and faced the top of it. The call in the back of his mind was now a scream, very loud and obnoxious scream – whatever called him was inside this pyramid.

Stolen memories showed Harry, that the teen he killed earlier, had a couple of ideas how to open the vault, for that is obviously what the pyramid was. The first one was meditation on the Dark Side, the second was about using the Force to force the vault open and the final idea was about... sacrificing his companion to the vault. Harry was able to use none but the second. And yet, he was not going to use rough Force to open the vault, he was going to blast the vault open with his lightning – that was going to be draining, the ancient dark lord of the sith sure had to have installed some protection from this, but what other ideas did Harry have?

Gathering his power, Harry sent his most potent deep-violet lightning with black tingles on the edges into the heart of the pyramid. He was expecting to be blasted away, stroked by his own redirected lightning or something similar, but to Harry's surprise he felt a disturbance in the air around him, disturbance in the Force, foreign memories supplied. It had a source – the pyramid, the disturbance surrounded him and then engulfed him. Harry felt being assessed by the disturbance. A moment later it withdrew and Harry ceased striking the pyramid with lightning, because he felt reassurance from the disturbance. Whatever it did, it was satisfied with the results. Harry eyed the pyramid curiously, and a moment later it's tip levitated, revealing a platform for Harry to walk on.

As Harry walked to the center of the platform, and after this four pedestals rose from the floor, surrounding him. From the centers of the pedestals rose three small red pyramids and one violet cube. The holocrons – stolen memories whispered. Sensation in the back of Harry's mind suddenly moved straight into his consciousness and screamed at him to take the pyramids, but be wary of the cube. Nevertheless, Harry grabbed all the holocrons and put them into a stolen backpack. Grinning from ear to ear he proceeded to the exit from the tomb.

When he reachd the chamber with two dead acolytes, Harry remembered something. He was on Korriban, in the tomb of Marka Ragnos. There was a sith academy here, from where his two first victims on this world came. Their master was there, and she would not be enthusiastic about someone killing her potential appreantices, not to mention that sith academies were generally not fit for children and had very high death rate among acolytes. He couldn't just waltz into there unprepared, he couldn't leave the planet as well, because the only way out is a shuttle, that would take him to the imperial space station. Damn, he woud have to wait here. Sighing in frustration Harry sat on the floor and took one of the pyramidal holocrons and placed it in front of him. "Might as well have some intelligent company." he thought. Not that he thought much of his own intelligence, he was a five-year-old who has just learned how to read, but still.

Using the Force to open the holocron (Harry had no idea how he knew what to do with it), Harry allowed a bit of his power enter the device, and it activated. A projection of a humanoid creature appeared. Sith species, stolen memories supplied again.

"Hear the teachings of Marke Ragnos, Emperor of the Sith Empire and Dark Lord of the Sith," the projection said.

"Ah, hello," Harry replied.

"A child?" the holocron asked. "Most unusual," then the projection took a closer look at Harry and smiled. "You have already embraced darkness to some extent and used it to achieve your goals. Curious, very curious."

"What's so curious?" Harry scowled.

"Oh, the fact, that you were the one, who was destined to take my holocrons," the projection chuckled. "A child succeeded where numerous dark lords have fallen. You are the first of my descendants powerful enough to open my vault," His eyes bore into Harry's, but the boy didn't flinch.

"I am your descendant?" Harry asked, his eyes widening slightly. "How is this even possible? There is no technology of inter-planetary travel on my home planet!"

"That is no surprise to me," the projection answered. "Your ancestors might have crush-landed on your planet or just chose to hide there. Times after the end of my reign became rather hectic," Harry could just nod. "Enough this pointless chat, though, these holocrons have one purpose only –train any and all my descendants, who are strong enough. Let us begin."

Four days later

Harry mediated on the floor of the tomb, dark side energy swirling around him like purple mist. All of three holocrons of Marka Ragnos were active, and the dark lord himself was standing near the boy, giving him instructions.

"Good," Marka Ragnos said. "Darkness is strong in you, let it guide you. Now collect it all and release in one directed blow."

Harry did as he was told and soon purple cloud that surrounded him turned into a small pulsating vibrant purple ball. Another moment later it was released into the wall, effectively making in it a hole the size of four grown-up men.

"Good," the Dark Lord nodded. "You are progressing nicely. Young age is goo for learning dark arts of the sith. Your mind is pure of that taint, grown-ups call sence, you do not restrict yourself in any way. Remember the final lines of the sith code:

Through victory my chains are broken,

The Force shall free me.

The less chains you impose upon yourself the easier it is to achieve that what you desire."

"I understand, master," Harry nodded, breaking his meditation. "Someone is coming." he looked alarmed at the ancient sith.

"Hide the holocrons and show them to no one," Marka Ragnos instructed and disappeared. Harry did as instructed and just in time.

As soon as the holocrons were hidden in the backpack, a tall young woman with blond hair walked into the chamber with her crimson lightsaber lightning the way. She looked at the chamber and her eyes landed on two dead acolytes, she raised one of her eyebrows and looked the chamber over again, this time her eyes landed on Harry, who looked at her intently. Gold eyes stared in gold. Harry recognized the woman – she was his victims' master.

"You killed my apprentices," the woman said. Harry scowled at her. She sighed. "Oh well, I guess I shll have another couple of years until the other bunch of slaves arrives," She raised her hands and pale-blue lightning rushed at Harry.

The boy in question raised his hand and blocked the lightning with it. The next moment he sent his own violet one at the sith. Harry understood that he couldn't stand a chance against a Lord of the Sith, at least not now, but he still could do something. His move proved to be a success when the woman had to dodge his lightning, rolling to the side. Not wasting any time, Harry let his darkness loose and purple cloud surrounded him, a moment later it gathered in a purple globe in Harry's outstretched hand and another moment later it flew at the sith, transforming in an arrow in midair. The woman jumped out of the way, using the force. After a loud "boom" Zash saw a crater in the floor of the chamber to fit a speeder.

Lord Zash was intrigued by the boy in front of her. not only did he manage to slay her acolytes, he also stopped her lightning that would have killed any other, with one hand, but also retaliated with his own. Even more, the boy used dark spear, and twice if the hole in one of the walls was any indication. Though he did look exhausted after it. She grinned as the boy collapsed on the floor, panting.

Zash stood up and gently lifted the boy and suspended his body in midair. Oh yes, he was basically radiating power of the Dark Side. He would make a fine addition to her plan, better than any cattle the overseers could give her.

"What is your name, child?" she asked, coming closer to the boy. He looked at her calculatingly.

"Harry Potter," the boy replied.

"Well, Harry Potter," Zash smiled, she loved messing with children, "do you wnt to become my apprentice?"

"What will I get from it?" the boy asked defiantly. Zash smiled again.

"Training," she replied simply. "And survival. You can't survive on Korriban alone."

"What's in it for you?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

"A talented apprentice, of course," Zash laughed as if it was obvious. "You will make a fine addition to my powerbase when you grow up a bit."

Harry frowned. The woman was insincere – Harry could tell, because the Force practically screamed "Danger!" at him each time she smiled, but he nodded nonetheless, it wasn't like he had choice. The woman was right, he couldn't survive on this planet much longer without help.

"Marvelous," Zash smiled again. "Then we shall go to the Academy?" Zash freed Harry, who got up to his feet and somewhat regained some stamina. "But I'm afraid I can't take you as an apprentice just yet, you'll have to grow up a little and train. The Academy will make a worthy acolyte of you, and then I shall take you with me."

"Fine," Harry grumbled. He wasn't all that thrilled at the idea of living with other sith acolytes. They were jealous, aggressive and altogether annoying.

"Don't worry it's just for a couple of years. I do not want to lose you to someone else, after all."

Three years later

Harry was sitting in his room inside the Academy. The room wasn't big by any stretch of imagination, but it was enough for sleeping and Harry didn't need anything else. He slept in the room and then went to overseers to get his missions. They never gave anything challenging at all, it was just something like go there, kill that or retrieve something else. Not that Harry was complaining. That did give him lots of free time.

The very day Harry arrived some thugs tried to pick up on him and take away his backpack. Needless to say, that didn't end well, Harry just blasted them into the nearest wall. That angered them and next time they basically told the whole academy, that they were going after Harry's hide as soon as he stepped out of the building. After his first mission their dead bodies were found near one of the tombs. Everyone knew that it was Harry's work, not that anyone could prove it. After that day everyone left him alone.

Free time was spent either meditating, or raiding the tombs. Harry knew that it was dangerous, but he didn't care. He was strong, stronger than any acolyte in the Academy, even stronger than some overseers, though that was valid when he was six, now Harry was stronger than any overseer on the planet and spent most of his time in the tombs, either raiding them or learning from the stolen holocrons.

That was something no soul on Korriban knew, Harry had a nice collection of sith holocrons in his backpack, that he carried with him on all occasions. The tombs of Korriban were very poorly explored, good for Harry, after all, holocrons of Tulak Hord, Ajunta Pall and Naga Sadow are quite rare in the Galaxy, and he had one of each. He had long ago finished Marka Ragnos's holocrons, that taught him how to manipulate Dark Side of the Force and use sith sorcery. Holocrons of Tulak Hord taught him secrets of lightsaber fighting, while Naga Sadow and Ajunta Pall explained lost art of sith alchemy – it was Hard, but after years of practice and learning Harry had a firm grasp on the basics.

Right now he has just returned from another training session, now from the tomb of Tulak Hord, he finally figured out how to enter the chamber with the Dark Lord's dashade. He slain the beast and added another holocron to his collection. It was a purple cube, identical to the one he collected from the tomb of Marka Ragnos. A knock on the door brought him out of his musings.

"Lord Zash requires your presence," overseer Harkun said. The man did get on Harry's nerves, only the rules against killing the overseers prevented him from showing the man why you don't mess with Harry. The boy sighed and went down to meet Lord Zash.

"Ah, we all are here, good," Lord Zash said as soon as Harry entered the chamber. He was not surprised to find Zash and Harkun there, but he was surprised to find some sith pureblood waiting there. Harkun started his boring speech about how the two of them should compete to win the favor of Zash and so on… Harry couldn't care less what the man was bumbling.

"Now I require you to go to the tomb of Marka Ragnos and find a hlocron there, that will give me information on how to enter the dashade chamber in the tomb of Tulak Hord. Then you will go there and bring me said holocron. Whoever does it, becomes my apprentice. The loser dies," Zash said smiling. "Questions?"

"Yes," Harry said. "Are you talking about these holocrons?" Harry asked, taking two identical purple cubes from his backpack. Everyone's eyes widened comically.

"Did you go to the tombs without permission?" Harkun fumed. "Arrogant upstart, I will see to it that you're punished. And first of all I will take this backpack to examine it," he went to Harry who blasted him into the nearest wall.

"You will do no such thing!" Harry shouted. His golden eyes shining. "Or I will show you exactly why the entire Academy is afraid of me!"

"Now now, let's not lose our cool, gentlemen," Zash said with another of her creepy smiles. "Harry did bring me both holocrons, so he becomes my apprentice. You are unable to punish him, overseer." she said sweetly.

"But he-"

"Are you questioning me, a Lord of the Sith, overseer?" Zashes eyes started glowing as she said these words in deceptively calm voice.

"Of course not, my lord," Harkun bowed to Zash and then glared at Harry, who just smirked.

"Very well. Your other acolyte may leave, he was no match for Harry anyway," with that Zash left the room, motioning Harry to follow her.

"This is the blade my master gave me when she took me as her apprentice, now it's yours," Zash said, giving Harry a simple lightsaber. "Meet me on Dromund Kaas, apprentice, we have a lot to do."

When Zash left Harry tried the new sword he was given. It didn't suit him. For some reason he wa horrible with any blade he was given. Double-bladed lightsaber was too big for him, while two lightsabers were not enough, not to mention one. Overseers were at a loss about what to do with him. Harry shrugged and clipped the lightsaber to hi belt and followed his master.