What happens when you combine Harry Potter, Jedi Knights, and several other super powers? I have no idea, let's find out! This fic is brought to you by my own form of insanity, I hope you enjoy it. If you want to review it, you can submit a review here, or to my email account, jedi_knight_6@hotmail.com. Enjoy, but please bear in mind, this is my first fic, so please be gentle with the flames.

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Harry Potter and the Eternal Balance

In the universe, there exists a balance. Darkness and Light, Good and Evil. This balance is eternal and was meant to never end. But greed and the hunger for power changed that. The universe fell into chaos as many beings jealously hoarded power and wealth, rising about others and tipping the balance to the side of darkness. For a time, people thought that the dark forces would stop or be stopped by others, maybe even destroy each other. But many began to see the error of their ways, for if evil is allowed to grow it will never stop. Many knew what needed to be done, but some said that it was too late to return to the way things had been, that the forces of good would be overcome completely.

Yet, they had to try.

And in the end, they failed.

For every victory that the forces of good obtained, the darkness struck a dozen worlds in other places. The light began to falter, and darkness grew across all free people. Just as the darkness seemed to have won, mysterious beings of immense power appeared, turning the tides on the darkness and giving the light the chance it needed to return. As the darkness turned back, all free people began to whisper about these beings, these 'Chosen Ones'. Fighting evil, they restored the balance, leaving people free, yet evil still alive in many forms. These Chosen Ones fight to restore the balance, to keep it in check, lest all people be exterminated from the face of reality. Spreading across the galaxy, the Chosen Ones kept the balance on each world, constantly stopping Evil AND good from overcoming one another. Many worlds have legends of such battles, epic quests of bravery and daring. Many worlds are still trying to find the balance that will lead them to ultimate peace and prosperity.

This is one such story

Prologue

4 Privet Drive really only had one predominate color, grey. The roofs were grey, the doors were grey, even the bricks were grey. It seemed as if life was being leeched out from the very houses that surrounded Harry, the depressing color matching the thick grey rain clouds overhead. Sighing deeply, Harry brushed his hair from his face and continued to look outside, hoping to see a glimmer of white against the gray sky.

'I hope Hedwig isn't going to fly in this storm.......knowing her though, she'd do it anyway. She's too loyal sometimes.'

Tearing his eyes from the window, Harry continued to write his potions essay, knowing that if he didn't get it done now, he'd never do it. It had only been two weeks since he had finished his fifth year at Hogwarts, he could hardly expect his friends to have a mountain of letters to send to him. But these past weeks at the Dursley's had been strangely quiet. To quiet. They had mostly left him alone, except for the odd chore that they refused to do, like the gardening, taking out the trash, cleaning the garage, ect. Stranger still, his relatives had 'trusted' him enough to leave him in the house while they had gone on vacation to Hawaii, a present for Dudley's birthday that Vernon had somehow won, giving him some much needed peace and quiet. If he had been thinking clearly, Harry may have wondered why exactly he had been left her alone, but these thoughts seemed to flee from his mind when he imagined a 2 week vacation from his overly strict and annoying relatives. Resting his chin in his palm, He wished that he could have stayed with his Godfather, Sirius. But Sirius was dead, and it was his fault. Sighing deeply, Harry closed his eyes as tears threatened to flow down his cheeks.

'If only I hadn't stopped the Occlumency classes, none of this would have happened! Sirius would be alive and everything would be alright. But now, the last of my family is gone. Why does everything and everyone I care for get taken from me?'

Harry sighed in frustration, and slammed his potions book closed and went downstairs to stretch his legs and take his mind off of his dark thoughts. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, something caught his eye. Looking at the front door, he noticed a fairly large package, with his name on it.

"Who could that be from? And how did it get through the mail slot?"

Not thinking about how this could possibly be a trap, Harry approached the package, his worry's fleeing his mind. Picking the package up, Harry ripped the paper and saw a simple note at the bottom of the box and cloth covered bundle. Taking the note out, he looked at it for a moment

This was your father's.......he wanted you to have it after your fifth
year. As such, I have followed
his instructions to the letter, and returned this family heirloom to
its rightful owner. Enjoy, and
remember, only use it against that really, really deserve it

A friend

Reaching for the bundled object, Harry pulled it from the box and slowly removed the cloth. Moments later, he dropped what looked like a foot and half metal tube into his palm.

'No....it's not a tube, it's a hilt.."

The metal was warm to the touch and Harry could feel several powerful charms permeating the material. Tracing his hand over several runes that decorated the surface, he nearly dropped the hilt as it began to mold around hid hand, forming a firm yet perfect grip for his hands. Looking at it silently, he read the letter again and said aloud,

"So what exactly do I do with this?"

"Well, most people would use it to fight evil, but you could use it for other things I suppose. Cutting tree limbs, big rocks, chopping arms off of people that you don't like, you know little things like that."

Crouching low, Harry grabbed his wand and leveled it at the shadowed stranger.

"Who are you? What do you want? And how the hell did you get in my house?"

Laughing softly, the shadowed stranger leaned against the banister slightly so only his lower face was visible. Looking at Harry with a wide smile he raised his hand lazily and after a small flick of his hand, sent Harry's wand sailing across the room.

"Now that that's been taken care of, I think it's time we were going." Harry looked at the shadowed man strangely, wondering if he had missed something. Most people now a day were a little wary of Harry, having defeated the most powerful dark wizard in all history made most people think twice before they tried to mess with him, wand or no wand.

"And what makes you think that I'd go with you anywhere?"

"Well, it could be because I need you to come with me, or maybe because I can give you answers to questions you have. Or, just because I can make you come." Harry looked at the man in surprise and laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh really? I'd like to see you try that. With all the protection wards around this house, you couldn't apparate me out of here if you tried."

"Damn, your right, what was I thinking?"

Turning around the youth began to walk away, when he suddenly snapped his fingers and turned to face Harry again.

"Oh, just one thing I forgot to mention to you. I can't believe this slipped my mind!"

"What's that?"

"Well, that hilt you're holding in your hand right now?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"It's a port key."

Harry's mouth hung opened as he disappeared with a quiet pop. Laughing softly, the shadowed figure shook his head, and ran a hand through his unruly black hair.

"And so it begins...."

I had to repost this since the format got all screwed up, I hope that this is a little easier to read, enjoy the first Chapter, should be up today! Review!