This is a Harry Potter, Star Wars The Old Republic Crossover Fanfiction only.

AN: Those that wish for this to stick to Light or Dark Side only will be disappointed, you have been warned.

After seven long years of fighting a war that most people believed would result in my death, I was supposed to finally have peace, to be with the girl that supposedly loved me, to have a family of my own and enjoy my life with the people I cared about.

Life is never that straight forward and never that fair it seems, after my last battle against the maniac that most of my world were so afraid that even mentioning his name became a taboo, I used everything at my disposal, every spell, incantation, hex, curse, practically committing suicide as I used every bit of my magical energy I could muster.

The battle ended, some of my dear friends and allies were dead or mutilated, and I could not feel my magic or even move a muscle. You would think that the girl that supposedly loved me since I saved her from the Chamber of Secrets would be there for me, to try her best to use potions or magic to heal me, well you would be mistaken.

I could not move but that didn't mean that I was either blind or deaf. "So you mean to tell me after that battle, my boyfriend is basically now a squib, according to you he will never be able to use magic again, and more than likely he will be paralyzed for life."

I heard an older gentleman move near her, "As far as we can tell yes, he is no better than a muggle cripple. As his girlfriend, we are giving you the right to make a medical decision since the patient has no other living relatives. How shall we proceed to treat the patient Ms?"

For a brief second I hoped for the best, the kindness I came to expect from Ginny, but instead, I felt like Hagrid had slapped me across the face so hard I was sent flying and hit the castle's wall so hard I went clear through them. "We are not wasting a single knut on him, throw him out with the rest of the garbage, he fulfilled his purpose, he is no longer useful, I will not waste money, time or my youth on something that brings me no gain."

I guess my old friend Ron was not the only one greedy in his family, after all, I know what most of you would tell me, that growing up in a family so poor would make them like that, but I am by no means poor, I am the sole survivor of an Ancient and Noble House, that alone gave me more wealth and power than most members of the muggle Parliament.

I felt the doctors basically throw me on the equivalent of a garbage trolley, I heard them wheeling me towards someplace and without as much as giving me the minimal kindness of dressing me in my battered clothes, still wearing a hospital gown, they threw me into a nearby garbage bin.

When I was growing up the world used to celebrate a day, it was the day I gained the title of the boy who lived, I survived a curse that was guaranteed to kill anyone before I could even walk or talk, I highly doubt they will make today another holiday, and I doubt that I will gain another title, I wonder, will they call me the hero who got thrown in the garbage. No, they wouldn't do that, this last part they will keep secret for their own benefit.

I felt such utter anger, rage, and hate that I no longer cared about any of them or anyone in that hospital, I wanted nothing but revenge. I slowly got out of the garbage bin, the sheer force of my hate made my depleted magic energies replenish, I was often told I had beautiful green eyes, well those were gone, as I looked at the broken shard of a large mirror I saw my face, gone was the messy hair that Ginny used to say she loved to put her hand through, gone were my green eyes, I actually think my hair reminds me of Snape actually.

My eyes looked the color of a pit of utter darkness, I felt energy coursing through my body and enough that some of it cause what some would call lightning arcs to shoot and shatter the nearby windows and blow out the nearby light bulbs.

The stupid doctors were shocked, to say the least, to seem me walking towards the back door of the hospital. "Mr. Potter, we thought that you were dead, your girlfriend will be so happy to see that you are well, this is a miracle!"

I looked at the pair of doctors and they immediately became quiet, so quiet I could barely hear them cry in fear, "Doctor I would highly suggest that you keep quiet unless you want to kiss your wretched career, livelihood, and life goodbye. Were you afraid of Voldemort? Well, you better move out of my way or I will show you why you should be more afraid of me!"

The two doctors lost control of their bladders and ran away from me with visible brown stains on the back of their pants. I walked slowly towards the entrance where I saw Ginny, Ron, her entire family, well all except for her prank-loving brother that died that is.

"So Ginny, you will not waste your money, time or youth on something that is no longer useful, well it seems I finally got to know the real you. Did you already contact the bank to try and have the contents of my family's vault transferred to yours? Or are you going to wait for my supposed funeral?"

That made then all turnaround and look at me, "Harry? What has happened to you? We heard from my daughter that you died." I no matter how angry I was, how I felt betrayed, how I wanted to send a wide range killing curse and kill the lot of them, Molly had always been a kind person to me, she did a wonderful job at acting if that turns out to be as true as the supposed love Ginny felt for me.

"No my magical energy was simply depleted, as you know or should know Magical Exhaustion tends to manifest in a form of temporary paralysis. In a way I have Ginny here, my soon to be ex-girlfriend for my speedy recovery. The things she told the doctors and the treatment she authorized was more than enough to get me to recover my magical energy and then some."

Ginny quickly tried to do her whole shy and frail act by trying to hide behind her parents, but this is not going to work on me. "She told the doctor to stop any sort of attempt to heal me, that she was not going to waste any time, money or effort in helping a squib cripple, that they should throw me away with the rest of the garbage."

I took hold of my hospital gown to show them the dirt and other things it got splattered with when they threw me in the garbage bin. "Which of course they did, I think the death and unjust imprisonment of Sirius were to situations that made me feel a tenth as angry as I was lying in that garbage bin. My rage was such that it coursed right through me."

"My magical core went into absolute overdrive, and minor thing is that it affected my body, my appearance being the least of the changes my body has gone through. I hope you understand when I have a few things to say to you both, to Ginny, to one of your sons, and my friends."

Ginny finally came out of hiding and looked at me with a sad look on her face, did she really think that was going to work on me? "Harry the doctors said that you were basically a squib, that there was nothing they could do to make you recover, I am glad what I said had a positive effect, but you do know I only said that thing because I love you."

I looked at her and she became pale and ran away from my sight, "SILENCE, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME! YOU THREW THAT AWAY WHEN YOU DID WHAT YOU DID!"

I walked over to Molly and her husband, "To both of you, I have only words of gratitude, you two have been good friends to my parents, to my house and to me. Molly, I will always appreciate the kindness and concern you had for me, my one shining place where I could at least feel what it is to have a home, even if not everyone in said home was honest."

"Arthur you were an example of what a moral and dedicated wizard should be for me, your experiments showed me that there is hope for the Magical world after all. Your advice was always valued and I thank you."

I moved to the only remaining pair of pranksters who were good friends to me, "George I am not going to even mince words, I could joke that this is a prank, but really it isn't. I also remember that I am a large investor in your joke shop, so here is exactly what I want from you."

George looked at me with an almost frightened look on his face, I could say that I want all my money back with a heavy interest rate, basically send him to live in poverty for the remainder of his days and the days of his descendants for about seven generations, but then again he is one of my few remaining friends.

"I want you to keep doing what you are doing, bring some laughter and smiles into this crappy, dark, miserable, depressing world. Who knew waking up to reality would let me see what a colossal disappointment our world is. Can you do that for me Forge?"

He began breathing easier and smiled, "Sure thing Harry, I will do that, and I am planning to make a foundation with the money my brother would get from his shares in the business, I am thinking of opening an orphanage. A place where young orphans can grow up into happy, responsible adults in a loving environment."

The only thing I could say is to tell him I wish that something like that existed when I was growing up. To wish he laughed and told me that was the main reason what gave him the idea in the first place.

I looked at Ron, who was married to Hermoine, I swear if I knew Ginny was like this I would have made a bigger effort in outright flirting with her. Once she got those beaver teeth under control, she does her hair, like she did during the Yule Ball, she was drop dead beautiful, I am not kidding Hermoine in her dress looked like an absolute angel.

I looked at her and then at Ron, "Ron you always complained that I had too much, power, prestige, money and even groupies, but let me tell you a little secret. You have the single treasure in my entire life standing right there with you, honestly, had I known Ginny was like this, I would have flirted shamelessly with Hermoine. In the end, you won, I think this makes you richer than I will ever be."

Ginny thought that I was going to speak with her, she was standing by the exit. She apparently was happy to hear all the things I told her family and Hermoine. She even tried to come close to me. "Don't you dare touch me. Don't you dare come near me, Don't even think that things will be like they were before."

She looked at me and I was not impressed by her crocodile tears, "Look, Harry, I am sorry that I said those things, and what I told the doctors, I was only thinking of the best decision. You even managed to get better due in no large part to what I said. Come on Harry, can you at least forgive me? Can we be the happy couple we once were?"

I didn't even respond until she moved closer to me, "I SAID DON'T COME NEAR ME! YOU WANT YOUR BOYFRIEND? THE IDIOT BOY THAT BELIEVED YOUR HONEY LACED POISONED WORDS? SORRY BUT HE IS NOT HERE, HE WAS MURDERED BY HIS GIRLFRIEND WHO HAD HIM THROWN AWAY LIKE A PIECE OF GARBAGE."

"SO TAKE THIS FROM ME, YOU DARE TO TOUCH ME, AND I WILL MAKE YOU WISH VOLDEMORT HAD WON BY THE TIME I AM THROUGH WITH YOU. THERE ARE FATES WORSE THAN DEATH, AND YOU WILL EXPERIENCE THE WORST OF THEM IF YOU DARE TOUCH ME."

To some I might seem utterly heartless, to others I seem like a monster, I just went to the checkout desk and asked if my things could be returned. The nurse saw me and without a single word she gave me my wand, my tattered clothes and a cold glare that would make death eaters seem like the single most wonderful and caring people to ever live.

I began to change my clothes and when I was done, I transfigured them into something more appropriate. The suit was worn by many people during the funeral of my godfather. "So much for the hero having a happily ever after, what a bunch of insane drivel that was, I honestly don't know which is worse, the person who wrote things like that, or me for being stupid enough to believe it."

I walked out of the hospital feeling like a part of me had indeed died, and also feeling like I could finally see the world as it really was, the illusion of innocence no longer having any effect on me, the world was harsh, cruel, and cold, I know I could forgive her, I know that she would try to lie to me like before, but the current me had no desire of living a lie.

I went to the place where my godfather had left to me in his will, the place was decrepit, dirty, smelly, with the picture of his mother screaming obscenities at me, I was not going to have any more of that. I simply walked over to her picture and looked at her. She immediately stopped screaming.

"Now you listen here, I am the head of not one but two Ancient and Noble houses, I am the head of the Potter and the Black family, your son Sirius Black died like a warrior without peer, and I just butchered the half blood idiot that you worshiped. So unless you want me to make a potion that forever makes you smell like you are swimming in a sewer, I would be very careful of what you say to me. Cause I don't have the patience or kindness my Godfather had, at least not anymore."

For once since I known the painting of the mother of Sirius she just looked at me and for once in the years that I saw this picture she had a smile on her face. "So you had your dreams crushed, your hopes destroyed, the lenses that allowed you to see the world through rose-colored visions shattered. You see the world as it is, ugly and terrible."

I looked at her and glared right back at her, "Yes, I live in this word, and because of what I did, death will never claim me for I am the master of death. The one being in this garbage dump you call the world that can not die. I will live for all eternity, even if it is a life surrounded by the very things I hate."

She began to laugh as she saw me glaring at her, she honestly began to laugh, her face and form began to look younger, happier somehow until she looked like a mature, wise, and happy woman. The way Sirius often told me about when he told me stories of his childhood.

"You have no idea how long I waited to hear those words. To hear someone else say the very same words I began to think when this painting of me was made. I supported and had my family become followers of he who must not be named for a reason, I knew he was destructive enough to destroy this world and free me from this life, my personal hell."

I looked at her and smiled, "Except I am not a coward like you, I will live this and I will find a way to beat it. I will find a way to find joy and happiness even in this hellish life. I don't care how many have failed, and I don't care if people think of me as insane."

"I know the truth now, Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through harnessing and controlling my passion I will gain strength, with strength I shall have power over myself, those that meddle with me, or are against me, with this power I shall achieve victory over my enemies and over my own weaknesses, through victory my restraints, my limits, my bonds shall be broken, through my magic and my discipline I shall be free."

She truly began to laugh and she even began to sound a little like that mad woman I killed during the battle at Hogwarts, "So what do you plan to do now Harry?"

I simply clicked my fingers and Dobby appeared almost the second I turned to look at him. "Dobby would you kindly clean this place up?" Dobby left in a hurry, smiling and laughing like I gave him something extremely fun to do.

"I plan to apply to become an Auror actually, there is no peace, dark wizards and witches will make for interesting test subjects for my magical research, at the very least they will keep me from getting bored." She again began to laugh and asked me what would await my enemies, as I turned around and began to walk away I told her the answer to that, they could wait for only one outcome, death.