Hello happy campers! It's me again! I know; it's another story! Aren't I gracious to give you all such wonderful gifts as these? Yes, I know I am.

Now then, onto what this is. You knwo what it is! A Harry Potter/Star Wars crossover! What will it entail? Will Harry get a clone army? Will he be trained as a Jedi or as a Sith? Will he use magic? Will he teach it to others? I'm sure these are just some of the questions buzzing through your heads as you read this. Well then, allow me to tell you to read on and you shall know your answers. If you have any questions, ideas, or anything just leave them in your REVIEWS or PM me with them.

Also, there is a POLL up on my page about who will be going into the Star Wars world with Harry. So, you may wanna zoom on over to it and make your picks to see your favorite characters out of those on the list get banished to the galaxy FAR FAR AWAY. Top votes win, so get your votes in!

Chapter 1: How It All Started

Harry Potter was many things at the age of seven.

He was a kind hearted boy who knew no hate for anyone; not even his abusive and neglectful relatives that raised him. They never gave him many physical beatings (even they saw the hitting of a child as an extreme when they had knocked Harry unconscious in their fury), but he had to admit they were good at the emotional and mental abuse. They would always remind him of the alternatives to his present life. Things like being in an orphanage, or out on the streets.

They told him weekly how worthless his parents (especially his father for some reason) had been while they were alive. Though they never said it, Harry could tell they hated him for odd reasons they never said. He was loved though (even if it was only enough to tolerate him daily), and he was cared for, so Harry didn't bother trying to love them or anything else; just surviving until he got into a boarding school would be enough for him.

He didn't hate them, but he didn't hold much love for them either. He supposed that while they complained about his parents and their problem, and how much trouble he was to keep, they had never once threatened to put him out or anything close to that, so he suspected they were either forced to keep him or they were hiding something (maybe both, Harry mused to himself).

Harry was also known for being a bright boy for his age. Her grasped onto concepts and theories with more ease than most, if not all, other children. He could understand a problem within seconds of a good explanation and work out a solution within the next minute. He was good in many things, but when Dudley wasn't and became jealous Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had forced him to hide his brains. He hated it for a while, but after the second year of doing so it became a habit of his to barely slug through school. He realized it one day when he found some of his old workbooks from his first years in Primary School. He wrote himself a note, one that he knew he'd find again by the age of eleven.

Harry was also known for being incredibly friendless. Seriously, Dudley and his little gang of hoodlums had made sure that every kids in town knew not to befriend him. If there was a new kid, then they too would learn that having Harry as a friend was dangerous to their health and social life. That wasn't to say he no contact with people. Many people (mostly girls and women, for reasons he didn't understand) were very kind to him and were always there when he needed someone. They'd all fuss over him, calling him a "poor thing" because of his "extremely saddening life". He ended that party, telling each and every one of them he didn't want their pity, because he certainly didn't pity himself.

In fact, he didn't make such a big deal out of his life; especially not for the seven year-old he was. He knew his life wasn't the best of them, but it most certainly wasn't the worst! He was actually glad his life was so mundane and horrid. If it wasn't, if he was treated anything like Dudley… Ugh… Harry shivered at the very thought. It wasn't that his cousin was all that bad, but the boy was spoiled rotten. Harry sometimes wondered if Dudley find the motivation in life to do anything without having to get a "reward" for it. Under his parents he could do no wrong, and over his friends he could be no more feared.

Dudley Dursley, however, had a side of him that only Harry knew about. Harry was the only one that had discovered this secret to his cousin at the age of seven, and from then on it was their only mutual grounds of being; well, cousins, or just basic family!

And this is how it all started…

"What are you watching?" Harry asked from his spot near the door of his cupboard.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had gone to some fancy business party in London and they had hired a babysitter for both him and Dudley. The babysitter, however, had paid Dudley (and him, but Dudley took his) to keep his mouth shut about her going to a summer end of school party while she was supposed to be watching them.

"What's it to you?" Dudley sneered lightly from in front the flashing television without turning from it for even a moment, "Get back in your hole."

"What are you watching?" Harry asked again, this time with more courage in his voice as he walked into the living room. Dudley regarded him with a look that was reserved for those with bothersome pets, and Harry glared at him for it.

Dudley turned his attention back to the television. On screen was Obi-Wan Kenobi taking on Darth Vader aboard the first Death Star. He sighed sadly at the sight of the old man being cut down by his once-upon-a-time apprentice. Dudley turned his attention back to Harry (if that was the freak's name, since it was rarely uttered in their house) with a scowl on his features. Dudley himself was known for many things, but what he was best at was being spoiled and greedy. If his actions couldn't get him any favor or something he wanted, then they wouldn't even occur to him.

He knew his parents disliked having Harry, and were very pleased when he mistreated Harry (though even they would be furious at him if he took things too far). They liked it when he made Harry look stupid, or even pushed him around a bit. His parents rewarded him for this "good behavior", and he found that he rather enjoyed making "the sweet, kind, and brilliant Harry Potter of Number Four, Privet Drive" (as many of the neighbors and kids from school dubbed him) cringe in fear of him or look less special in front of others.

He also knew that his friends didn't like him, but were rather amused by him and feared him. He was one of the biggest boys in the entire neighborhood for his age. The only bigger ones were pushovers that were too afraid of their own shadows to even be a challenge to him. His friends, while a bit smarter than him, they were none the less overtaken by his strength and weight. They obeyed him, and for doing so they felt bigger as a group than individually. They felt especially strong under his rule when they helped him in bullying his cousin, Harry Potter. Dudley never did understand why the girls and women around always defended Harry so much, but it was annoying. The boys in his group were annoyed too because they liked some of the girls that defended Harry.

Being on the point that he was, Dudley knew that if he couldn't benefit from his actions by either praise, status in his group, or something else (like an extra piece of cake… hmm…) then he wouldn't even waste the energy in doing them. He didn't care about Harry enough to bully him when no one was there to see, so he settled for not caring at all.

"It's a movie called Star Wars: A New Hope created by an American named George Lucas." Dudley said, turning his attention back to the TV. Harry blinked at the fact he got a response and sat down next to the chair.

"What's Star Wars?" Harry asked, given the fact that he wasn't allowed to watch television much, except for the news and other "factual, real, and normal" such things.

"It's a story about another galaxy where technology is years ahead of ours and the police are all Jedi." Dudley said, knowing that Harry and he weren't allowed to watch anything about fantasy, but still somewhat astonished Harry knew nothing about it. Was Harry really that much of a Goodie-Two Shoes?

"I've never heard of it." Apparently so…, "What's a Jedi anyway?"

"Jedi are like the police of Star Wars. They run around helping people and use the Force and lightsabers to do it."

"What's the Force, and what's a lightsaber?"

"Look just shut up and watch it, okay?" Dudley said, having enough of Harry's questions, and enough of being nice to the freak.

"…Okay…"

And that's how it got started. From then on the two had only one common topic that they could speak on when no one else was around. They actually found themselves as somewhat normal cousins because of it. Dudley knew his parents disapproved of Star Wars because it was "freakish and unmoral", and he knew his friends liked it a little, but not as much as he did. With Harry, Dudley found that after reading the books (the only books he ever read of his own free will), the comics, and watching all six of the movies, he and Harry could have whole debates about the Star Wars universe and enjoy something on a common ground of interest.

For Harry it meant so much more than simple interest or fun. It meant that he had some normality, something to keep him sane for the years he was in Number Four, Privet Drive. Whenever he was alone (which was often) he took a leaf from Star Wars, and mediated on his thoughts. It was difficult, being a seven year old at first meant he didn't have much of an attention span to spend sitting idle, but it was worth it. If he ever made things happened like his Uncle and Aunt blamed him for (like that time he turned his teacher's wig blue in the middle of class. He still didn't see how he did it!) he'd be locked in his cupboard with nothing to do. He never had much money to spend on things, so saved up the few scraps he had and bought a single comic book on Star Wars. If he ever felt he couldn't mediate, then he'd simply read the comic (even though when he turned ten he had known the book like the scar on his forehead). When he had nightmares about a green light and cold laughter, he'd sit awake and mediate on what life would be like as a Jedi.

It was when he turned eleven that his life took a complete turn into fiction like never before. On his eleventh birthday, Harry was visited by a giant of a man (half-giant named Hagrid, to be correct) who told he was a wizard and could use magic! Harry, having lived with the Dursley's most of his life, had picked up on the disbelief of such things as magic. The most he'd ever come to in fantasy was Star Wars, so when Hagrid was trying to convince him of magic, Harry decided that he'd believe Hagrid.

He was glad he did! It got him away from the Dursley's, got him a bank vault full of gold, and got him friends!

His first friend ever, who wasn't scared away by Dudley or even by Harry being smarter than him, was Ronald Bilius Weasley (just Ron for short since he hated his full name), and Harry was all too glad to have him.

Ron was very funny, even if he was sometimes immature (both mentally and emotionally) and insecure about things, but Harry couldn't really blame him. Ron grew up with six older brothers and felt that every thing he would do in life would be overshadowed by them. Harry helped Ron through it most of the time.

Ron was loyal (even though said loyalty was often questioned by his immaturity), head-strong, and, true. Ron was intelligent even, but as Harry found out, Ron lacked motivation. He was also level-headed and brave (which might have been why he was put into Gryffindor) in the face of stressful times. Ron fiercely protected those he loved, and Harry couldn't have asked for a better first and best friend. Hell, the two were as close as brothers!

His next and second best friend was Hermione Jean Granger, one of the brightest minds he had ever come to know. It was she that helped him get back into the swing of actually doing work when he found a not to himself from when he was seven years old, though he didn't find the note until he was in his Third Year at Hogwarts.

Hermione, while bossy, pushy, and a bit of a know-it-all, was a great female friend. She was extremely intelligent, hard-working, and compassionate. Hermione, however, was strong-willed and never believed in anything without logic or ready proof.

Though Hermione was not without fears and insecurities herself, even though she was very confident in herself. Her greatest fear was of failure, and it increased even more so when she was first introduced into the Wizarding World. However, one of Hermione's best qualities (even better than her knowledge and intellect) was her bravery in the face of danger, and compassion for those around her. Hermione, like Ron and Harry himself, would ferociously protect those she cared for and loved. Hermione was like a sister to Harry, and he felt like her brother.

Harry saw that at the school of Hogwarts, he had many great friends, and he couldn't thank them enough for just being there for him. Merlin, did he feel so loved at that place!

There was the nervous and kindly Neville Longbottom, who might not have stood up for himself, but would fight to the bitter end for his friend and other loved ones. Then there were the other Weasleys, who were kind, brave, and true just as Ron was. Then, while it wasn't very well known, was Harry's friend from Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood, who took the phrase "thinking outside of the box" to a whole new level.

And while not truly his friend, was his rival and foil, Draco Malfoy, who took to being spoiled and arrogant nobility while around others, but in private, he was actually somewhat pleasant and nice.

There were many others who Harry loved and was friendly with other than those he attended school with. His Professors such as McGonagall and Hooch, his Order friends such as Tonks and Mad-Eye, and his surrogate family such as the Weasleys and his Godfather Sirius.

It was however, not always so bright in his little world of magic. There was the psycho-evil that tried to murder him every year since he was eleven. This evil man obsessed with immortality was named Tome Marvalo Riddle Junior, though he renamed himself as the Dark Lord of Evil and Conquer of Death, Lord Voldemort. The man knew not of love, and acted only on hate, vengeance, and spite. The man was always trying to off him with plots that were never quite thought all the way through.

The reason for Voldemort trying to kill him was because of a prophecy, which was revealed to him earlier than others wanted him to know. Sirius had told him the very night he arrived at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry honestly didn't care much about the prophecy itself then, though.

The next on Harry's pure spite list was Lucius Malfoy, the Lord of the Malfoy family and a faithful robe-kisser (as Harry liked to remind Draco just to see the blond glare and scowl at him) to Voldemort. The man was such a tool that he didn't even hate Harry as a person, but merely because Harry was hated by Voldemort.

Harry took great pleasure reminding Draco of his father's disgraceful and hypocritical behavior; saying that he was of high grace and standing, but bowing to and kissing the robes of a madman. Draco grew so tired of it (whether it was because he realized it was true or not), that he swore to Harry that no matter what might happen; he'd never again be like his father. The two were secret friends, and Draco would always tell him, "My father would never approve of this. That's why I love it so much!"

There were many of the Death Eaters that hated him too. The most notable was Bellatrix Lestrange, but Harry respected her a little more than Lucius because at she wasn't a hypocrite; insane and sadistic, but not a hypocrite.

Then there were those that Harry couldn't peg on one side or the other. The one that confused him the most was Severus Snape the Potions Master at Hogwarts and Professor of Potions. The man hated and bullied him only because he was the son of James Potter, but he protected him furiously from Voldemort and any other danger because of something Harry overheard during his Third and Fourth Years, which connected to his First Year at Hogwarts.

Apparently the reason Snape hated his father was because his dad bullied Snape during their school days relentlessly for no real reason at all. Harry had to admit it was childish on his father's part to do so, but he also had to admit that Snape was just as childish for bullying the son of his most hated enemy. During Harry's First Year, he remembered Dumbledore saying that his father James had saved Snape's life, but it wasn't until his Third Year that he found out his dad had saved Snape from Remus Lupin, who was in werewolf form at the time. It was also then that he learned that his Godfather Sirius was the one responsible for Snape's being placed in the danger. Though since no one was hurt in the end, Harry decided he couldn't hold it against Sirius since he wasn't there.

Then in his Fourth Year, Harry overheard a conversation between Snape and Dumbledore while he was visiting the Slytherin dorms to meet with Draco for one of their secret sessions. Apparently from what he overheard, Snape had been in love with his mother; almost to the point of obsession, but Harry was glad Snape hadn't crossed that line. The only reason he knew Snape hadn't was because the man had left his mother alone for some number of years when they had a falling out.

Anyways, Snape loved his mom, and because of that, Harry overheard Snape yelling at Dumbledore. Snape was telling the elderly wizard that to put Harry (though he referred to Harry as Lily Potter's son. As if he didn't have his own name, dammit!) in danger was not "part of the deal", and that if anything happened to "Lily's boy" he would personally curse and hex those responsible; all including Dumbledore.

Harry had been floored by hearing that, but Draco confirmed it by saying that his father mentioned something about Snape loving a Muggle-born named Lily who married "that blasted Potter".

However, all of these thoughts were only helping to distract him from the one thing he didn't ever want to face in his life: a trial of Law. Just earlier (about two or three days ago if he was right) he had been moved to the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, which was under a Fidilus Charm at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The reason for the trial was because he had used magic to fend off Dementors which attacked him and Dudley while they were on their way back home walking through the warm summer night. They had been minding their own business, discussing whether or not Qui-Gon's death truly affected the outcome of Star Wars, when suddenly Dementors came out of nowhere all like, "Grr! We're Dementors! We want your happiness!". Needless to say, Harry was quite upset that his and Dudley's conversation was ruined by… them.

Now Harry was waiting in a room at the Ministry by himself, mediating on his thoughts and what could the outcome of his trial could be.

Harry James Potter, however, had no clue what was to happen to him that day. If he had known, he probably would have stayed in bed that morning instead of allowing Arthur Weasley, Ron and his siblings' father, to bring him to the Ministry.

"Mr. Potter?" an Auror said as he opened the door and looked in.

"Yes?" Harry said, not opening his eyes as he allowed himself to feel calm, serene, and peace.

"It's time. Please follow me." the Auror said as he turned on heel while Harry got up with a sigh and followed after him.

Today was just not his day…

The trial as it was, was going badly. Harry couldn't get one word in edgewise and Fudge was being kind of a little bitch about letting him. It was a good thing Dumbledore had shown up, focusing on the logic of things and making people doubt themselves. Though he was slightly glad to impress the board with his Patronus charm having a solid form, even that wasn't changing many minds.

"Enough! The Dementors aside, we will move along with the vote!" Fudge yelled in probably what he thought was a mighty roar, but was actually more like walrus gasping for air.

The vote was cast, and Harry won out in marginal numbers. Seriously, it was Madam Bones and Lord Greengrass' hands that got him off!

"This isn't over, Dumbledore! Laws can be changed if necessary!" Fudge said as Dumbledore nodded while a member of the Wizengamot moved to whisper into Fudge's ear handing the pompous man sonething in a folder before Fudge started looking through it.

Fudge had gone from snarling in rage, to wide-eyed with shock, before he settled into a wide smile which bared all of his teeth. That smile made Harry want to reel back in disgust, not having known before that a smile could be so greasy and ugly.

"Well then, let us move on to other matters. Like the small matter of dragon smuggling during the defendant's First year." Fudge said as Dumbledore blinked in surprise at the same time Harry while everyone else gasped at the reveal.

How the hell did Fudge find out about that one! Oh well, as long as he didn't know about anything else Harry had done over the years. Now that would have been-

"Or maybe the matter of aiding and hiding a criminal? Especially the dangerous criminal known… as Sirius Black!" Fudge said, ending it very loudly as the members of the court were wide-eyed and whispering. Dumbledore looked to have paled some as Fudge looked even smugger if that was possible.

"Or perhaps you'd like to discuss the defendant's illegal participation and cheating in a tournament for only Seventh Year students? Maybe we should talk about his helping in the revival of the very being, the very Dark Lord, you both claim is back? Since you do say he's back!" Fudge said as he looked smugly down from his place as Harry gulped and Dumbledore stuttered under his breath.

"Face it, Dumbledore, you could probably explain each and every one of his actions and crimes as "For the Greater Good" as you so fondly use to say, but all of them still amount to the base: crimes and unlawful actions! He will be punished just as the another is, and he will accept his punishment!" Fudge shouted before Dumbledore could even get a word out.

"Cornelius-"

"No, Albus, you won't be getting him out of this one! Someone remove the defendant from the courtroom. Call in all Noble Heads, and prepare for a Full House trial to take place in the Court of Pure Blood!" Fudge commanded while Percy smirked and the woman named Umbridge smiled brightly and even giggled. Fudge banged his gavel.

"Cornelius, stop this travesty at once! You can't punish him for-"

"Breaking the law? But as you said earlier, my old friend, the law must be upheld and justice served. Now, join us and try to help him as head of the Noble House of Dumbledore, or stay away and see a terrible faith befall him." Fudge said, getting up and strutting out as walrus would while Percy and Umbridge followed his lead.

Harry had a feeling that from the minute Madam Bones looked back at him with a saddening gaze and onward, his life would never be the same…