This is something that I have been working on for while not, it is my second Harry Potter Fan Fiction (1st on my own) and my second crossover. I am still working out how I am going to change the story in order for this story.
Oh... yeah, warning this story will touch on the themes of abuse, I am warning you now, if you do not like reading about them do not read.
Please Review, I would love to hear thoughts
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Star Wars belong to their respective owners, I own nothing.
Star Forge, Lehon System
The large rectangular doors hissed as they opened, revealing the dark robed and masked figure of the Dark lord of the Sith, Darth Revan. Revan walked into her quarters and waited for the secondary hiss that signified the door closing. Slowly she walked over towards the large window that looked out onto the infinite blackness of space. The only light that entered through the large window and into the dark, non-lit room was the soft glow from the Lehon systems sun.
As she looked out into space, Revan considered the information that she had recently received from the frontlines. From the outside, it would appear that the ever cold and calculating Darth Revan was analysing the data that she had only recently reciveved and was working it into her every growing plans. This however could not be further from the truth.
Behind her Mandalorean mask, Revan was furious. She had received word that her impatient apprentice, Darth Malak and his latest Kath hound, Admiral Saul Karath, had launched an all out offensive on the civilian world of Telos. According to Malak, who had delivered the report to her personally, they needed to show the Republic that they were serious and that they were willing to destroy worlds if they needed to. Revan however disagreed with her eager apprentice.
Her standing orders were that Civilian targets were to be taken without extensive damage to their infrastructure, this was the only way that they would be able to appear for the Sith Empire that was currently plotting its return from somewhere out in the unknown regions of the galaxy.
If her plans were to bear fruit, she would need to put Malak back in his place, and this time he might lose more than just the lower part of his jaw this time. She could not have him interfering with her well-calculated plans. The problem was Admiral Karath, she had her suspicions that the Admiral was trying to whispering ideas that were above his stations into Malak's ears, if her suspicions were correct she would need to remove him. The problem with removing his was that doing it openly would only serve to polarise Malak against her and she would have to start hunting and training a new apprentice, something she didn't have any desire or time to do. Admiral Soul Karath would have to be dealt with quickly and quietly.
"HK, are you there?" Revan's cold and calculating voice travelled through the eerie darkness that filled the room.
"Clarification: I am here Master, who is that you wish me to kill," From the shadows a mechanical voice, that was flurting with the artificial elation in its voice.
Out of the shadows and into the soft glow of the Lehon sun stepped the dull orange rust coloured HK-47. HK was an assassin-protocol droid that Revan had built shortly after the end of the Mandalorian wars in order to deal with some of the rogue elements that had been left behind by the defeat of Mandalore the Ultimate. HK was the only one other than Malak that was allowed to enter Revan's Personal quarters and when he wasn't out on missions, or standing by Revan's side it was where it spend most of its time.
"You will be happy HK, I do have a new target for you," Revan spoke without turning to face, or even acknowledge the existence of the droid behind her, "However this is not a simple assassination job. It is one that I need you to handle with the uppermost secrecy and delicacy."
"Disappointed Statement: Oh Master, how boring." Even though he was a droid, the disappointment was clear in his voice, "I will however endeavour to complete the task you set, with the parameters that you wish."
"Your Target is Admiral Saul Karath," Revan's voice didn't even falter as she ordered the death of one of her best and most talented Admirals, "however Malak cannot suspect that you or I are involved, Understood."
"Clarifying statement: Assassinate Admiral Saul Karath, without alerting the meatbag," Revan gave the slightest of nods that was so slight only a droid could pick up.
With that HK bowed slightly, a strange mannerism that even Revan was not sure where it had picked it up, before leaving the room through the large doors that Revan had entered through earlier. Revan stood there listening for the second door his before she turned round and looked at her darkened room. With a quick wave of her hand, the room was suddenly flooded with a pale white light revealing the sparsely decorated, black plated room. Slowly Revan walked over to the table that sat in the middle of the room and lowered herself into one of the chairs.
She paused for a second before lifting her hand to her face, and removed her mask. As soon as the mask left her face it revealed her sharp features, sharp blue almond shaped eyes and full pale lips. Slowly she place her removed mask down on the table and let down her black hood, revealing her long dark brown hair that she kept tucked down behind her robes.
Without warning the beautiful young woman who had replaced the ever-stoic Sith Lord burst into tears as she remembered the cries that she had heard through the Force as Malak's forces attacked Telos. She had not been aware of it at the time but she remembered the pain and horror she had felt as millions of lives were simply wiped form existence. She had been like this ever since that fateful day standing on Cathar, when she had first dawned her Mask. Whenever she wore the Mask she became the cold, calculating and Tactical Genius who was Sith Lord Darth Revan, but the moment she removed the Mask she became that young, compassionate and caring Jedi Knight Revan who left for war with the single desire to protect the republic. Only Malak was aware of her two faces.
For a few hours Revan dealt with the emotions that her Masked persona had ignored and allowed to build up, quietly she wept for the souls that had been lost of Telos. Angrily she cursed Malak for ignoring her orders, and finally she realised with horror that she had authorised the assassination of one of her most trusted Admirals. She couldn't believe what she had become, what happed to the Jedi she had once been?
"I wish I could leave this cursed double life," She sighed once she had ran out of tears to weep, "I wish I could go to a place where I could make a difference, not simply fighting a war in order to prepare for another war."
Quietly she sighed again before making her way towards the flat bed that was attached to the wall furthest from the door. Removing her heavy dark over cloak and simply dropping it onto the floor in a large heap revealing her much lighter brown coloured Jedi robes. Gently she kicked of the leather boots before lying back onto the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep, all that sobbing having tired her out.
Her sleep was filled by the ghosts of the people who had died on Telos, people she had never known and never meet in life, but was now being haunted by after their death. She saw families together, teasing her with something she would never have, being a Sith Lord came with sacrifices and whilst her masked persona understood that this was for the best, but she could not help but long for that simple life that people all over the galaxy took for granted.
It was then, just as her dreams turned to the thought of having her own children one day that she felt a reaction in the Force. Suddenly she was woken by a Force vision: She saw a young girl, no more than four years old, crying to herself inside a small room like some sort of cupboard. There was blood soaking through the oversized shirt that the girl wore and evidence of dried blood in her long untamed raven black hair, tears welled up in her bright emerald green eyes as she sobbed to herself. However, despite the pain that the girl was obviously in the girl never made a single noise. The only noise that was made was the occasional snore from somewhere outside the young girls small safe haven.
"I wish someone would take me away from here" Revan heard a small voice; obviously belonging to the girl who was sitting sobbing into her knees. "And if that is too much, I wish I could die, anything to get me away from here,"
Revan was horrified, what could make a child who still had so much left to experience wish for death at such a young and tender age. She wished she could help the small girl, she wanted to do nothing more than find the planet where she was living, take her entire fleet and rescue the small child from the horror's she was so terrified of.
Revan snapped out of her trance, the vision disappearing from her mind, and brining her room back into view. She sat up in her bed and looked around her room, it was still as quiet as it always was when she woke; there was no noise and no movement simply that ever sounding hum that was always present within the Star Forge. Revan did not care however; all she cared about was the image of that young green-eyed girl that was stuck in her head.
She jumped off her bed and quickly gathered her black over cloak off the ground, wrestling to get it on as quickly as she could. After a quick struggle, she managed to get it on, and had placed her hair into its usual position underneath the cloak. With everything she prepared she moved over to the table where the mask was still sitting upside down. She took her place in the seat that she had vacated only a few hours earlier. Slowly she picked up the masked and turned it to face her, looking directly at it as though she was trying to converse with herself.
"I don't ask for much," She whispered quietly to the mask, "But please, I wish to save that girl I saw."
"Are you prepared to do whatever is necessary" Came a voice from insider her head, it was as cold as her voice when she was wearing the mask, but lacked the distortion that was caused by the mask, "Only if you are prepared to do that will I help you,"
"I will do anything, no child should be asking for death,"
"I agree," There was a short silence in her head, as though the voice was analysing what all the information that was available to it. "I will help you save that child,"
Nodding to herself, Revan turned the mask round and once more placed it on her face, once more becoming the Cold and calculating Darth Revan. As though some force of nature had been waiting for the acceptance of both the Dark and Light sides of her personalities to reach an agreement, there was a sudden blinding flash of light. When the light cleared the room was empty, no evidence of the Sith Lord having been in the room other than the fact that the lights remained on, something Revan never did.
4 Privet Drive, Surrey
Young Harriet Potter sat in her cupboard underneath the stairs and quietly sobbed into her knees, she was very careful not to make a single noise or sound that might wake up her Uncle Vernon. She could feel the back of her oversized shirt, handed down to her from Dudley of course, sticking to her back and the blood beginning to scab. It was going to hurt even more if she did not remove it soon, but it was still too painful to move.
Silently she wished she knew what she had done wrong, and why her Uncle seemed to hate her so much. Today had been one of the worse beatings that she had ever had; she did not even know what she had done wrong. She had done all of the clearing, washing and gardening that she had been asked to do by her Aunt but as soon as he Uncle had come home it had began.
At the start it was the same as any other night, the occasional slap whenever she got near him, which was not to bad unless she was holding something at the time. If whatever she was holding was damaged because of the slap that her Uncle gave her she would be blamed and consequently be given another harder slap. However, that would usually see the end of it. Not tonight though, Harriet did not know what had been different about tonight, when she had dropped the glass that she had been carrying through for Dudley when her Uncle had slapped her. As soon as the glass smashed he started to scream at her, and not long after than he removed his belt and started to hit her with it, usually her Aunt would stop him from going that far but it seemed like something that she wasn't aware of had changed; and she hated it, whatever it was.
After more than three hours of constantly being hit by her Uncles belt, whist he bellowed profanity and insults about her parents and how she was a freak just like they were, he finally seemed to get bored and she was ordered to her cupboard, her only safe haven in the entire house. She had crawled into her cupboard feeling the blood dripping down her back, but it did not matter there was nothing that she could do to stop it bleeding, and her entire back had already gone so numb that she could no longer feel it.
Silently she continued to sob, thinking about tomorrow and the inevitable pain that it would bring with it. Quietly she began to ask herself why she had survived the car crash her parents had died in, what had she done to deserve such a horrible fate, why did she have endure the actions of a mad man? It did not matter how many times she asked herself these questions, she could never find an answer.
"I wish someone would take me away," Young Harriet thought to herself, imagining the dreams she used to have of some long distant relative showing up at the Dursley's door one day and talking her away from them, giving her a new home where she did not have to endure such abuse. She was willing to work to keep her new home and its owners relative happy, but she hoped they would at least treat her better, maybe she would even be allowed to go to school. She had watched Dudley go off to his pre-school daily and usually found herself wishing that she could do the same, but it was nothing more than a fantasy, and a loud snore from up the stairs snapped her back into reality. "And if that is too much, I wish I could die, anything to get me away from here,"
With that last wish she wiped the last silent tears from her eyes, before lying down on her small threadbare cot that the Dursley's had somehow managed to fit inside her small cupboard, and closed her eyes doing everything she could to ignore the shooting pains in her back as the feeling slowly returned. The beating had taken most of her energy and the rest had been consumed by her silent sobs, within mere seconds she was sound asleep. Her head filled with dreams of a far of place, where a woman was waking from her own sleep trouble by some strange vision she had seen.
To Harriet it felt like only a few minutes past before the sound of her Aunt rapping on the door of her cupboard could be heard, shaking her from her strange dreams.
"Get up," came her horse faced Aunts loud and shrieking voice, "Now!"
As soon as she had said the usual morning greeting there was a rattle, which Harriet recognised as the bolt that kept her cupboard shut at night being unlocked and allowing her to get out. Quickly she retrieved another of Dudley's old t-shirts from a large bag that she kept underneath her coat and exchanged it for the blood soaked one she had been wearing, the pain of the dried blood and scabs being ripped off did not go unnoticed and caused her to wince as she removed the shirt. Once she was dressed, she made her way quickly from her cupboard and into the Dursley's well-organised and maintained kitchen where her Aunt was standing waiting for her.
"There you are," Her Aunt moaned as she appeared, "I want you to make a start on breakfast, and remember that Dudley likes his bacon crispy,"
Harriet simply nodded, as she always did and quickly gathered the supplies she would need to make breakfast, before quickly making a start on the meal. As she did she caught sight of a slight red glow outside of the kitchen window, the sun was just beginning to rise. Harriet sighed, quietly so her Aunt did not hear, as she thought about how this day was going to turn out.
However, unknown to the young girl was that in a park, not too far away from where she was living there was a sudden and blinding flash of pale blue light. As the light began to clear it revealed that there was someone standing in the middle of the park in its place. The figure was cloaked in a dark and heavy cloak that concealed its gender and a equally dark mask that covered its face. Slowly the figure observed it surroundings, as though trying to analyse and figure out what had happened to it,
Hogwarts School, Somewhere in Scotland
An old man sat at his desk in the middle of his overly decorated office. He wore brilliant blue coloured robes that were covered in silver stars that were actually moving slowly over his robes. Both his grey beard and here flowed elegantly down his body coming to a halt at his waist. This man was Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the esteemed Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
To Albus today had been just another day, it was still midterm and his students were working hard at their studies and enjoying the peace that the demise of the Dark Lord Voldemort four years previously had begun. Albus was well aware that the Dark Lord had not been truly defeated, but there was nothing that he could do, the prophecy had been clear that only the one that the Dark Lord had marked as his equal could defeat him.
Voldemort had marked young Harriet Potter as his equal when he had tried to kill her, and thus the prophecy had already partially fulfilled. James and Lily had been hard to sacrifice but it had been necessary to make sure that Harriet had gone to his Aunt and Uncles, which would be a much more suitable environment for his little Heroine to grow up in. She would be protected from her fame and kept humble by the muggles that she had been place with; he just prayed that James and Lily would one day forgive him for what he had done.
Behind him Fawkes, his Phoenix familiar, let out a low but beautiful song, snapping his old friend out of his quiet train of thought. Albus looked round to face his red-feathered friend:
"Ah, I was simply caught up in old memories and future regrets," Albus said with a small chuckle, "I suppose my mind has wondered on to how young Harriet Potter is doing, but it will be a few years before we see her again I believe my friend,"
The Phoenix let out another call, before shaking its feathers quickly and its head in obvious disapproval. However Fawkes had little time to do anything else before both he and Albus were alerted by the wards placed around Harriet Potter of a huge burst of magical energy.
Albus was on his feet in a second, his face full of horror. He could not understand it, the magic sensed by the ward was not normal; there was something different about it, something abnormal. Quickly he started think, using his impressive library of knowledge in his head to try and identify the Magic. He had other concerns at the moment as well though, he would have to send someone to check on the young Potter, having that amount of magical power being released near her could mean that a Dark wizard had found her and he would have to act quickly.
He could ask Arabella Figg to investigate, but her being a Squib would mean that if it were a Dark wizard she would be unable to actually do anything and would most likely be killed before she could report on anything she discovered. His second choice would be his Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall. She was a clever and powerful witch and would easily be able to deal with anything that he could anticipate having found Miss Potter. However, it is unlikely that she would understand the need for Potter to stay with her Aunt and Uncle, and she would push for the young girl to be removed from that environment.
Then it struck him, Severus Snape. The resident potions master of Hogwarts was an ex-Death Eater and was known for his dislike of James Potter. Severus would be perfect for the job of investigating the strange magic that had appeared near young Potter, his hate of her father would probably mean that he would not care about how she was being cared for, nor would he make any comment about Albus's plans for her.
Albus had made up his mind; Severus was perfect for the job. Quickly he left his office, leaving Fawkes on his own shaking its head in complete disbelief, it was confused as to how the young wizard it had meet all those years ago had changed into such a calculating old man. Maybe, Fawkes asked himself, maybe Albus Dumbledore was going senile like some of the staff and certainly many of the students thought. Fawkes then decided that he would investigate this, and in a sudden flash of fire, he vanished.
Dumbledore hastily marched through the cold and dark corridors of Hogwarts, making his way down from his office all the way to the dungeons. Occasionally he pasted one of the schools many ghosts, who would politely greeting the headmaster offering him a 'good evening, headmaster,' and a shallow bow, which he would return even though he was walking rather quickly.
It did not take him very long to reach the extremely dark and dreary corridors that made up the dungeon corridors. However, he was happy to see that Severus Snape's office was more welcoming than the corridor, even if its owner was not, and even had a lovely fire going radiating a strange warmth into the usually cold room.
"I am sure there is a perfectly good reason for your unexpected visit, Headmaster?" Snape said with a sneer, obviously not at all happy about being disturbed so late at night.
"Ah, yes," Dumbledore said, acting like the senile old man that most people assumed he was, "I have something that I would like you to take care of Serverus."
"I assume this is not something that you could give to someone else?" Snape was not amused; he didn't like the idea of being the old man's errand boy.
"Indeed," a small twinkle appeared in Dumbledore's eye as he grinned at Snapes reply. "I need you to investigate a strange magical signature that was detected in Surrey."
"A strange magical signature? Why does that concern us?"
"It concerns us..." Dumbledore stopped mid-sentence, obviously debating wither or not he should inform Snape of young Potters proximity to the strange magical signature, "Because it is in the area where young Miss Potter is being cared for by her Aunt and Uncle,"
"Very well," Snape sulked, if it involved the Potter girl there was going to be no way that he would be able to talk his way out of it. "I will leave in the morning,"
"Excellent," Dumbledore's smile grew to cover his whole face.
Dumbledore did not spend any more time than was necessary in the dark potion masters office, and quickly excused himself, confident that he had achieved the goal that he had set out to achieve and set off back towards his office, humming a cheery tune he had heard on a muggle radio one year over Christmas.
