So this is my Fem!Harry from my story 'The Lady of Slytherin-Dark Beginnings', if you've read it just skip to the last paragraph of this AN, if you haven't here is the jist of it.
In brief, Vernon, drunk and being an awful human being sexually assaulted Lillith Potter at the age of six killing her in the process, Voldemort's horcrux ruptured and offered his help being terrified of dying himself, she accepted. Her pure light soul burned off most of Voldemort's evil but it tainted her, together they killed the Dursleys and under Tom's advisement she ran to Severus who adopted her. Long story made short she was raised to be a Dark, but not Evil witch, after a popular vote from my readers she's now currently in a relationship with Hermione and I'm done talking about this...just read the first couple chapters if you need more...
ANYWAY! This came into being when I got a PM saying 'Since Lillith looks up to Palpatine like a role model wouldn't she make a great Sith?' My response was actually no, she'd make a god awful Sith, the rule of two would drive her nuts and she refuses to ever let anyone control her life again, so then I figured it would be fun to actually have that play out and here we are. So in honor of the newest movies release tomorrow, I present you with 'The Dark Witch of the Sith', Please REVIEW!
Inquisitor Criios Nurma lifted his clenched fist silently causing the team of stormtroopers following him to come to a stop, wiping rainwater from his shaved head the tall human let himself fall into the force to further pinpoint their target. The woman wasn't hard to find, she'd made no efforts to hide her force abilities as she helped the people of this backwater, what was difficult was pinning her down.
Feeling the strange yet familiar pulse in the Force that he'd been catching brief glimpses of the entire afternoon he waved the troopers on as he led them through the dirty winding alleys of this long rotting city. Truthfully Criios didn't even recall what this planet, much less this city's name was, just another rock on the border of the outer rim that degenerates and lowlifes tried to lose themselves in. Jedi too apparently, but that was not all that surprising, they'd never been known for their taste to begin with.
Approaching an ancient warehouse that seemed to be sagging in on itself the Inquisitor stretched out his hand and smiled, she was here, motioning forward his troopers rushed into the building and he soon followed. Removing a specialized drone from his belt he tossed it into the air and moments later a searing spot lamp illuminated the area finally giving him his first look of the woman that had dragged him out here.
"Hello, Jedi," he spat out in utter disgust, the immaculately robbed figure tilted her cowled head a moment, instead of focusing on him and the unlit lightsaber in his hands she turned her hooded gaze to the dozen troopers aiming rifles at her.
"You know," she began, "You're not the first bloke that's called me that recently, which I'll admit is getting quite confusing considering I have no bloody idea what a Jedi is. Not that its mattered before what people call me, Girl-Who-Lived, a liar, a cheat, and most recently a lesbian whore. Still have no idea what they were going on about with that one I've only ever had one girlfriend and we've never cheated on each other, some people I tell you."
Seeming to realize she was rambling she went silent as she continued to stare at Criios expectantly, well if she wasn't a Jedi she was at the very least a force adept, which meant she was coming with him.
"We'll judge your guilt for ourselves, surrender now and you won't be hurt!" A lie, but a necessary one, these hedgewitch acolytes always taught themselves new techniques that could be beneficial if refined for later use. The woman giggled...that...well that was never a good sign,
"Oh how adorable, you think you lot are a threat," with that a sliver of wood fell into her hand and before Criios could move she'd already spun it about sending flashes of light at his stormtroopers. It was only by calling upon the Darkside that he was able to catch most of what happened; one man screamed as his armors seals failed and mist Criios belatedly realized was boiled blood sprayed forth.
Another froze solid and fell over shattering into pieces when he struck the ground, yet another simply exploded in a spray of flesh and armor, the man closest to him turned his rifle on his friends and opened fire that was quickly returned killing them all. A moment later everyone but the Inquisitor and the unknown force user was dead, gritting his teeth Criios gave himself fully over to the force.
Igniting his lightsaber he charged the woman with a roar, she easily danced out of the blades way and jammed her stick into his throat, he gulped when he saw the glowing green eyes deep in the cowls shadows.
"So I have a question for you, what looks like a duck, acts like a duck, and quacks like a duck?" Gathering force lightening in his free hand he sneered when suddenly he felt himself shrinking, gasping he dropped his saber and tried to get away, a moment later he stared up at the woman and snarled out his response.
"QUACK!" The woman giggled again as she picked up his dropped saber staring at it appraisingly,
"That's right, a duck! Hmm...'Mione would love to have a look at this when I figure out how to get home...now what to do with you? Hmm..." The woman stared at the newly minted water fowl before shrugging, "Ah well, can't have you reporting to your superiors now can we? Incendio!" After that Inquisitor Criios Nurma knew nothing.
Lillith Potter cheerfully hummed to herself as she tossed her newly acquired laser sword up and down, all in all today had been a success on all fronts and she couldn't be happier. She'd finally figured out what she'd done wrong in the Dark Ritual that had brought her here and was fairly certain she could reverse it, she'd finally gotten the local Cafe to make something resembling proper tea, and she'd managed to acquire a laser sword.
Truthfully she probably should have grabbed some of their other tech but she wanted to make sure the ritual reversal would actually work before filling up her Bag of Holding as Sally-Anne liked to call it. Contemplating the best methods to acquire something like laser cannons or death bots for her slightly sadistic friend the Girl-Who-Lived was caught off guard as a wave of energy sent her flying into a wall.
Crying out in pain as her skull cracked against the uneven bricks she fought against the pressure and managed to apparate a few meters down the alley, gasping for breath and rubbing the back of her head her eyes widened as she took in the appearance of her assailant.
Where the other bloke had been tall, gangly, and sporting a hilariously weak magical core this...thing...was broad, intimidating, and oozed overpowering rage. He was clad head to toe in black armor, a skull like mask covered his face and a helmet that reminded Lillith of the Nazis rested on his head. Most ominously his breathing was loud and synthetic sounding, all told Lillith felt like she was facing down a cyberpunk Voldemort.
"Umm...hi?" The figure tilted his head to the side a moment as if assessing her before he spoke in a deep and frankly terrifying voice,
"You killed the Inquisitor sent after you," she returned the head tilt before replying,
"Err...yeah? I mean he and his buddies showed up and demanded my surrender after accusing me of being a Jedi, which as of yet no one has bothered explaining to me exactly what that is by the way. Since I didn't want to surrender and he looked like he was only going to ask nicely once I took the expedient route and killed them all." The figure stared at her a moment then suddenly he was just there, looming before her.
Lillith didn't even have time to let out a 'meep' as his hand crushed around her throat and lifted her in the air, the pure darkness roiling off of him snuffing her ability to focus on her magic. Desperately she thumbed on the dead Inquisitors laser sword and swung it at the man who almost casually lifted his own blade knocking the weapon out of her hand.
Vision beginning to fade she clawed at his unyielding hand a few moments before finding her inner rage, that bit of her that refused to die after Vernon had been done using her, that little bit of pure unadulterated hate that caused a six year old to burn her relatives alive; the power that fueled her ability to cast Dark magic without letting it taint her soul.
Focusing that power she splayed her open hands before her and sent a gout of black fire forth, the man, somehow sensing her attack dropped her and managed to step out of the way. The building behind him wasn't so lucky.
As Lillith fell to her knees gasping for breath trying to gently massage her badly bruised throat the man took in the perfectly circular meter wide hole that was burned through clearly to the other side. Licks of ebony flame were soon roiling out of the hole and it would not be long before this building, and likely the entire city, would fall to the cursed fire. Shakily taking to her feet the man turned to her and spoke again,
"Impressive, most impressive, my master may have a use for you yet," Lillith did not like the sound of that, this guy just treated her the way she treated most Death Eaters and if he had someone HE called master? She managed to gasp out a response but like most things she said in the heat of the moment it was more snarky then helpful,
"Could I take a rain cheque?" He tilted his head once and to her shock and admitted horror he snorted in amusement before snapping out, "No." She didn't know what happened after that mostly due to his clenched fist becoming familiar with the side of her head.
Vader stared down at the girl strapped to the security gurney in contemplative silence, while she'd been stripped down to her under clothes the Sith Lord had given her the dignity of a blanket at least. Turning to assess her equipment spread on the table before him he was honestly a bit baffled, she had a plethora of vials holding unknown liquids that seemed to be imbued with the force. She had pistols of various types, both cheap holdout blasters and some odd slugthrowers of an unfamiliar design, not to mention a dozen knives of varying lengths.
While all this might be easily explained away as being the kit of a self taught hedgewitch it was the stick that confused him the most, the thing was practically singing with the force, and in its core he felt...music... Shaking his head he turned back to the pale girl, her black hair fallen around her head like a dark halo. He knew he was consigning her to either death or enslavement, much like himself, but there was nothing for it, the Inquisition already had her number and it had been simple curiosity that compelled him to follow them.
A pity really, she would have made for a much more interesting apprentice then Starkiller, he was a core of light wrapped in darkness, she was a the exact reverse which could be most...entertaining if properly channeled. He was drawn from his thoughts as the overhead speakers announced their arrival at Coruscant, still staring at the girl he broke the cold silence for a moment.
"And now young one, you shall meet your destiny."
So yeah, that was a fun bit of insomnia fueled writing, took about an hour and a half to hammer it out and edit it, anywho hope you enjoyed, and if you want more then please leave a review. Honestly unlike things like my Game of Thrones crossover I actually enjoyed writing this, way more freedom to play around with.