AN: This is based off of joe63129's StarWarsHarry Potter Challenge.


Mara had observed the situation from her speeder. She'd been on Naboo for only an hour, and she just wanted to complete her mission. Skywalker wanted her to go find a Force-sensitive boy while Master Katarn went to investigate some planet filled with Force-users. She had just about given up when she saw it.

Mara's face grew stony as she watched the little boy through the window, only four years old, get hit and beaten by the bloated blond man and his skinny blond wife. The little boy cried out, only to get hit harder. Mara blinked and she saw a little red-haired green-eyed girl in the little boy's place, and saw the ancient hooded man using his lightning on her. She could hear the cackle of sadistically childlike laughter and almost felt the sensation of lightning again-

She stopped and took a deep breath to bring herself back to the present. She clenched her fists, one around her lightsaber, the other around her blaster, and she hopped off of her speeder.

"Hey you!" she shouted, activating the blue Skywalker lightsaber and burst through the unlocked door. The man and the woman looked up with the similar looks of distaste, disgust, and fear that usually accompanied the countenances of those who were anti-Jedi.

"Who are you to be barging into my house?" The blond man demanded.

"I'm someone who doesn't like seeing children getting beaten and tortured!" Mara shouted, barely controlling her temper. She couldn't stand watching people act so nonchalant about it.

The blond woman pursed her lips. "You're one of those Jedi. Think you have the right to do anything and everything."

"No, but I do have the right to investigate abuse," Mara seethed. The man and woman paled for a moment, then regained their composure.

"It wasn't abuse, we were simply giving the child a hard knock," the man said. "How else do children learn? Especially those who insist on acting abnormal."

"Abnormal?" Mara's curiosity was peaked. "May I see your son-"

"Nephew!" They chorused quickly.

"My Dudders is a darling boy, not at all like this nasty child," the blond woman said with a scowl.

"I'm sure he is," Mara muttered as she rolled her eyes. She deactivated her lightsaber, clipped it to her belt, and putt her blaster in its sheath. She walked over to the dark-haired boy, who regarded her with a look as if she were some superhero come to save him. She crouched and offered her hand out to the boy, remembering a trick that Skywalker had taught her for determining Force-sensitivity.

She started searching the boy's mind until she pressed a certain nub-

Mara flew backwards and landed sprawled across the floor. The little boy looked over at her with concern. Would she hate him too?

Mara just leapt to her feet like a cat and strode up to the man and woman.

"Your nephew is Force-sensitive-"

"Just like my dratted sister and her husband," the blond woman interrupted.

"And I'll take him to the Jedi Academy on Yavin," Mara continued over her. "You'll never see-"

"Harry," the woman supplied with hatred.

"I will never let you see or touch Harry again," she finished. "We all get what we want."

She then scooped up the little boy without another word and walked to her speeder. As she buckled the little kid up, she couldn't help but wonder how she'd explain this to Katarn.