Lord Revan
Disclaimer: I don't own KOTOR or Harry potter. This is merely some sort of thing that just popped into my mind as I was playing the original KOTOR and after reading the Dying Embers…
What if Kreia had taken one Mistter Harry J. Potter only moments after his birth? What if Harry never met Bastila and they wouldn't know each other? What if there were certain reasons for Harry going to the Dark Side…
This is my take on it all… it will feature Dark Lord! Harry, as is expected of Darth Revan… and I don't redeem him, or I might redeem him, but that's all your choice, my dear readers… now on with the story and I hope that it is liked by all who read it…
The start, the Beginning, the Genesis, whatever you want to call it…
He looked up to the old woman from his crib in the burning house where his parents had been knocked unconscious moments before that dark and evil looking man had come and tried to hurt him with the big green light which had come from that strange wood like thingy. Harry James Potter was no ordinary child, as he appeared to have a well of energy within him, a well of a power which was called the Force. The old woman looked at the child with his large green eyed and his black hair and was suddenly reminded that the Jedi Order would love to have him, the Chosen One who would bring balance to the Force.
She took a hold of the child, lifting it in her arms and softly murmuring: "You really shall be my apprentice… I shall name you Revan, for that is the name I would have given my child…" The newly christened Revan gurgled at the strange woman, unknowing of the fate which laid in store for him, a new destiny which would unfold before his very eyes.
The woman walked up the ramp of the ship that had brought her here, looking around for anyone who might have spotted her, how primitive this world may have been, she still wasn't at ease.
The moment the ship left the planet was the moment in which a black-haired man apparated to the house, looking at it with his eyes wide in fear. "JAMES! LILY!" he rushed inside to find them, and found them unconscious on the floor, lying on their side. When he decided that they would live he began putting the fire out with dousing spells before continuing onwards towards where Harry had been usually kept by the Potters.
He looked at the empty crib and tears sprang to his eyes. "Point me Harry James Potter." The wand began to spin and spin until it pointed straight upwards, towards the direction in which Harry had been taken. Sirius didn't know that Harry was in outer space so he just took it as a sign that he was dead and just left it at that, crying for the loss of his godson.
He knew about the prophecy, as Lily and James had confided within him about the secret, then swearing him to secrecy about it due to a charm Lily constructed. To see that his godson was nowhere in sight, he broke down, letting his tears slide form his eyes down his cheeks.
Lily awoke from the spell she had been put under by lord Voldemort and immediately checked on James, then remembering Harry, she ran upstairs, screaming her little child's name. "Harry!" she ran into the nursery and saw a crying Sirius who looked like his reason for living had been stripped away.
Tears began to fall from her eyes too as the sadness overwhelmed her and she merely mumbled her son's name as she sank to her knees, them hitting the floor first. James entered the room minutes afterwards, looking at the crying people and joining them after a tearful Lily had told the tale about her little baby boy being vaporised but not after Lord Voldemort having been destroyed apparently.
Kreia checked her on board Navcomputer and she smiled slightly as the destination was approaching faster every second. Within ten hours they'd be at Dantooine and then the boys training would begin.
The Force had strange ways of reaching her, her mind continuously reaching out for it even while she was unconscious or sleeping. She could feel how it had condensed about the little child, Revan was his name and she could feel how great his aptitude was with it. She looked at the child and a rare smile came on her face, a sign that she was pleased. The Jedi Masters should think of this child as a prodigy, having so much Force concentrated around him that it made him look like he was a walking god amongst the people. To anyone force-sensitive he would stand out like a beacon, a beacon to which they drew like moths to a flame. She hoped that he would know the true path of the world soon after he would be a Padawan, and not overly rely on the Jedi Doctrine of there being only peace and no emotions. Softly she murmured the words which she had found on an ancient Sith ruin, having made no sense to her at all.
Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion
Through passion, I gain Strength
Through Strength, I gain power
Through Power my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free
Revan heard those words and subconsciously would remember them, instinctively knowing that those words meant something, a freedom which could be achieved.
A new story coming from my mind…. I hope this is well received by you guys… its somewhat modelled after HP and the Dying Embers, but I will stray from that story… there will be different elements introduced and some other things…
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