This is another one of my story that I will update alongside Harry Potter and the Sith Lord. Just came up with an idea...

"Harry! No!"

"Sirius!"

Harry Potter struggled against Remus Lupin's arms, but the older man would not let go. Trying another tactic, Harry sank his teeth into Lupin's arm, and, as the werewolf cried out in pain, he lunged with all his might into the black veil where his godfather had fallen through.

Everything was dark. Darkness, everywhere. A sensation much like falling down an empty space filled Harry, except that he couldn't tell which way was up or down. After what seemed like an hour or so, but could actually be only a second, he touched the ground. Squishy ground.

Opening his eyes, Harry looked around. He was standing in some kind of swamp, with large trees that almost covered the view of the sky overhead. Where was he? One thing for sure, he was no longer in the Ministry of Magic. But that didn't make sense one bit. Unless...

Unless the veil transported him to a different location entirely.

Harry could be anywhere on Earth, but waiting around wouldn't give him the answer, and who knows what predators and other dangers might be in this very swamp, so he walked on. For more than an hour, Harry had walked until his legs ached, stepping carefully through the treacherous muddy ground and tree roots that would surely trip the unwary.

Soon, his apathy overcame him, and Harry found himself tripping over a tree root. A wooden "crack" confirmed his suspicion. Pushing himself up and wiping away the mud on his arms and left cheek, Harry pulled out his wand from his pocket, now broken into two pieces.

Tugging the two broken pieces of what was once a holly and phoenix wand into his pocket and groaning in frustration, Harry saw what was ahead and his frustration turned into hope. A hut that backed into a tree, made from clay, or was it mud? Stepping carefully , Harry worked his way to the entrance of the hut, where light came through. Looking inside, he found a small but spacious dwelling with a panel that emanated light, stuck to the wall. There were more than one. There was a small bed with a blanket, pots and cups made from metal, and circular holes in the walls that he assumed were windows.

Harry's train of thought was interrupted as a voice said from behind him.

"Here for a purpose are you, young one?"

Harry turned around and saw a green, pointy-eared being that resembled a house elf. It wore a tan robe. At closer look, Harry could see only three fingers on each hands.

"Um...sorry, I haven't saw you there." said Harry. "I got...lost."

"Lost you say, hmmm?"

Harry saw his opportunity. The creature before him looked to be a magical one, so telling it the truth might be okay. "Yes, I was lost. A very short time ago, I was fighting with the followers of an evil dark lord in the Department of Mysteries in the Britian Ministry of Magic. My godfather fell through a veil so I followed him, and I ended up here in the swamp. I walked all the way and found this hut."

The creature's brow furrowed. "Magic, you say?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and pulled his broken wand-parts from his pocket, showing it to the green creature.

"Hmmm, imbued with the Force, the stick is."

"What force?" Harry asked, perplexed with both the strange speaking pattern of the creature and this 'force'.

"Into the hut, we shall go. Discuss this, we will."

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"From this galaxy, you are not" the green creature said after Harry finished explaining to him about Hogwarts and himself. "Transported here through mysterious means, you were."

"There's no way back. " Harry told him. He was not ready for the prospect of living a life in an entirely different community across the stars. "Maybe it's a one-way portal. Without me, my friends would have lost the battle, or they would win..." he trailed off.

"Always in motion, is the future" the green creature told him. "Fear of loss, leads to the dark side, it will."

Harry blinked. Was the creature a philosopher? "True enough. But you mentioned something about a 'force' earlier."

"The Force. An energy field, it is. Always surrounds us, always omnipresent. Bend to one's will it could be, if sensitive to it the being is." and as the green creature finished his sentence, he stretched out a small hand and the mug on the table rose up, levitated in the air, then settled down once again.

"Was that magic?"

"No!" the creature shouted, patting Harry's back lightly with his walking stick. "Your world, called magic the Force was. Also utilized differently, it is. The Force, your world's habitants converted into a different power, when focusing it through wooden sticks."

Harry looked down at the broken wand pieces on the small wooden table. The green creature's conclusion made sense. Unfortunately, it meant that now Harry Potter was nothing more than a muggle. A wizard without a wand would be equal to a muggle, except for very few experienced ones, maybe Dumblefore.

As if reading his thoughts, the creature spoke up. "Sensitive to the Force, you are."

"Are you saying...you could train me to use this 'force'?"

"Jump to conclusions, you should not, young Potter." the creature's face turned more stern. "Test yourself you must. Chosed wrongly before, on who to be trained in the Force, I have. Drastic, the consequences were."

"Yes-" Harry stopped. "You never told me your name."

"Yoda, my name is." said "Yoda", as he laughed his grandfatherly laugh.

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The cave loomed above Harry, its dark mouth wide agape. He could only see a few meters inside before darkness blocked his vision.

"I must enter this...cave?"

"Enter the cave you must, if to be trained in the Force you are." said Yoda from beside him.

The Force. from what Yoda said, it was a source of power that could be used to influence the environment, much like magic. Of course, the idea that the 'magic' that he had learned for five years being a converted version of this 'Force' was quite a contradicting find. But he remembered Yoda's words "Unlearn what you have learned you must, if to move on and adapt you are." Stranded in a completely new world located in a galactic community, with his wand snapped, rendering him unable to access his magical abilities, learning a new power that he never knew was always there with him seemed to be what was best. After that, however, was a thought for later. Now is the time to face the trial.

"What will I find in there?" Harry looked down at Yoda as he asked.

"Only what you bring with you."

Walking into the cave without looking back, Harry braced himself for what would await him inside. For several more minutes, he walked on. His eyes had adapted to the darkness of the cave, but it was still hard to see. Then Harry saw something. A clearing, filled with fog. Calming himself, Harry walked into the fog. What he saw made his skin crawl.

A hooded figure stood there, flanked on both sides by Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange. On the floor sat six figures, their clothes torn. With a horrible realisation, Harry looked at each of the six figures. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and Sirius.

"You...abandoned us..." croaked Neville.

The hooded figure laughed, high, cold laugh. "Potter failed you, all of you. Crucio!"

The six figures convulsed painfully on the ground, crying out in pain. Harry looked up at the hooded figure, rage building inside him.

"Stop, Voldermort! It's me you've always wanted."

"Yes, Potter..." drawled the hooded Voldermort. Then he pointed his wand at Harry. "Legilimens!"

A blinding sensation that made Harry felt as if his brain, his very consciousness was being ripped and torn apart overcame harry, even more lethal than the 'Legilimens' from Snape. Then it stopped. Opening his eyes again. He saw his body lying on the ground, eyes closed. The body of Harry Potter. Then he looked down at the ground, where Sirius and the others looked up to him in horror. What happened? Turning to his side, he saw Malfoy and Bellatrix standing there, smirking.

"Well done, my lord." said Malfoy. "Potter is dead at your feet."

A horrible realization overcame him. He walked to a small pool of water on the cave's floor, looking at his own reflection. Lord Voldermort's face looked back.

"Nooooo!"

This isn't right. I am Harry Potter. I am not Voldermort! This is just a vision...

Immediately, the bodies of Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Neville, Ginny, and Luna on the ground dissipated into white fog that drifted away, and so was the smirking Malfoy and Bellatrix. Then darkness engulfed everything.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he looked down at his body, wearing Hogwarts school uniform. The white fog that hung over the clearing had simply disappeared. Should he return to Yoda? Have he failed the test? Only one way to find out.

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The sky had darkened a little when Harry stepped out of the cave. He had expected Yoda to return to his hut, but that was not the case. The ancient being stood there, beside a small rock at the entrance to the cave.

"Find inside what did you, hmmm?"

Harry thought for a moment. What he had found in there was his worst fears. Fear for his friends. Fear that Voldermort would win, and everything would be lost. When he stepped into the cave, no matter how confident he had felt back then, he still carried fear. He had bought fear with him.

"What I bought with me." he answered, feeling the wise, ancient eyes looking straight through his heart and mind.

"Correct, young Potter." said Yoda. "Passed the test, you have."