Ok, so that' another one of my stupid ideas : Ron Weasley has always been the sidekick, so I decided to play on this and imagine what would happen if he'd turned bad. Also, I'm a huge fan of Star Wars. So, I decided to make a crossover. Please excuse me for my bad english.

I don't own the Harry Potter's characters.

Chapter 1 : Gifts

The Great Hall was noisy as usual that day. At the Gryffindor table, everyone was absorbed in their usual behaviour, which meant that Harry Potter, the famed Boy-Who-Lived, was very busy with his new girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger was very busy reading a huge book. But, even if no one was noticing it, Ronald Weasley was acting odd : he was so thoughtful that he forgot to make a disgusted look seeing his best friend with his little sister, and he forgot also to devour his breakfast as usual. He'd had a lot of strange feelings and even bad dreams from some time on. But he couldn't put the finger on what was experiencing.

A solitary owl flew from a window and aimed directly at him. With grace, he dropped a little package before his plate and went away. Ron was puzzled : he didn't expect any packages, and if it had been from his family, it would have been carried by Errol. Even his friends were curious. "What did you receive?" asked Hermione, frowning. Ron mumbled : "I dunno. Let's see!" And started to unwrap the package.

A metallic cylinder rolled from it on the table. Ron collected it and frowned. It was something he'd never seen, yet it seemed to him... kind of familiar. He studied it carefully : it seemed to fit perfectly into his hand, but there were no signs of its purpose. "What is that?" Ginny asked, confused. "I... I don't know. I don't understand! Why should someone send me a thing like this... a thing I don't even know what is... or how to use?" Harry inspected the paper. "There's no adress or other sign of whoever sent this!" he declared.

The strange object collected the attention of everyone at Gryffindor's table, and even of someone at the teacher's table. Professor McGonagall stood up and walked to Ron. "What is it, Weasley?" she asked sternly. Ron shrugged, frustrated. "I don't know, Professor. I just... received it. I don't know what it does, what..." With that, he absentmindedly pressed the button on the grip-

With a hiss, the upper part of the thing disappeared in a bolt of red light, which seemed to surge from the very thing, to extend to the sky and then stop when it reached about 20 inches. Everyone jumped back, stunned, and Ron dropped it. The red beam disappeared as the cylinder fell to the ground. For a second, there was silence. Then Ron leaned down and grabbed it again, with some hesitation. With some more hesitation, he tried again, and again the red beam appeared.

"What... the... bloody... HELL?!" Harry stammered. McGonagall was speechless, and so was Dumbledore himself, while he joined her near Ron. Ron mumbled : "Maybe... maybe... it's some sort of sword made of light...?" Dumbledore bit his lower lip, then he said : "Then, verify it, Mr. Weasley!" He conjured with a flick of his wand a small iron bar. Ron stood there, doubtful, then he raised the sword and hit the bar with it. With a melting sound, the bar was split into two white-hot pieces. Everyone gasped.

Ron looked at his weapon with interest. "Guess I was right. But why send something like this to me?" "We'll have to find out that. But I think it's better if you give it to us, for examination, Mr. Weasley. If we find nothing too dangerous, we'll give it back to you." said Dumbledore, raising his left hand. Ron hesitated, suddenly unwilling to give away such an interesting thing, but then he gave it to Dumbledore. The Headmaster then returned back to the teacher's desk, followed by McGonagall, and everything seemingly came back to normal. But everyone started to talk about this sword, and about Ron. He, too confused to realize his unexpected newfound celebrity, went silent. His friends looked at him with worry. "Hey, are you okay, mate?" inquired Harry. Ron shrugged and answered, slowly : "No. Maybe it's a stupid thing, but I've this felling that this thing is only the beginning of something... and I'd bet my broom with an holed Galleon that's not something good!" Hermione, having just recovered from the fear of him having been poisoned, looked at him with trembling lips.

The next weeks were the most entertaining weeks a student at Hogwarts had ever experienced. Having been unable to understand how the sword worked, the staff gave it back to Ron. He kept it in his trunk, but sometimes he would just sit on his bed with the sword in the hand and contemplate it. This caused another unexpected discovery.

He was in his dorm, with the sword in his hand, when he felt something inside him. A strange feeling he'd never felt, which didn't seem bad, though. In fact, it felt quite right. Like an energy dormant for a very long time that craved to be reawakened and surfacing for the first time. He closed his eyes, immersing in this wonderful sensation. He lifted his hand and closed it, breathing deeply, amazed by this thing. Suddenly, he noticed that a book on the nightstand besides Neville's bed was trembling. Puzzled, he looked intently at it. It trembled more. Ron wondered if his "sensation" was causing that; curious, he decided to give it a try. He lifted his hand again and pointed its palm on the book, focusing completely on it. It trembled again, then, answering to the first thought that occurred him, it flew through the room right into his hand.

Very surprised, he looked at it, then he broke into a huge grin. "Well, maybe it's something I don't understand, but I'm starting to enjoy it!!"

His friends and the staff were not so much pleased when he told them what had happened. At first, they thought he'd merely used wandless magic, but he proved them he wasn't recurring to his magical powers to do that thing. They admitted he had some strange powers that the sword's arrival had awakened, but they were very wary of them. They advised him not to try to use them, but they had to change their minds.

Two days after these events, Ron was having dinner with the others, thinking about this newfound power, when Draco Malfoy came by. "Well, Weasel, I knew your family was not a respectable one from the beginning, but I've never imagined you would be also freaks!" Ron felt his cheeks burning; nevertheless, he tried to control his anger and simply mumbled : "Bugger off, Malfoy!" The blonde boy sneered. "Don't make me laugh, Weasel! You wouldn't be able to do something threatening to save your life. But I wonder... if you turned out to be a freak, what is your sister supposed to become? Potty would better find himself a more suitable girlfriend, for the sake of his descendants!" Harry jumped up, angry, but he was preceded by Ron. Malfoy went over the limit; now he felt just an immense anger and an immense hatred for that damned git. "I-TOLD-YOU-TO-BUGGER-OFF!!" He shaked his fist to mark his words, but this caused something unexpected : it was like someone has just hit Malfoy with an uppercut of tremendous might, as he was lifted into the air and landed hard on his back far from the place he stood before.

Another time, the Great Hall went silent. Malfoy got up and looked at Ron with a terrified expression; he was too angry, though, to fully understand what he'd done. McGonagall went there immediately. "Mr. Weasley... What in the world have you done?" Ron just looked up to her, took a deep breath to calm himself, then he replied : "Just giving Malfoy what he earned, Professor!"

This "incident" earned Ron detention for a week, but also earned him an absolute guarantee from any possible joke. And also caused the staff to reluctantly permit him to explore, with great care and never alone, the limits of his powers. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, warned by owl by Dumbledore, were stunned by what Ron had experienced, but agreed (Mrs. Weasley after a long deed of persuasion) that Ron needed to get experience of his power, to control it. He was the first to say that : although Malfoy was so scared from his experience that he avoided Ron as much as possible, Ron himself was scared. If he'd pushed him with more force, he could have easily hurt him... or even kill him.

So, as the weeks went on, he kept on exploring his newfound possibilities. He soon learned to master telekinesis, being able not only to attract things, but also to repulse them, and to levitate them in the air. At first, he had trouble keeping a book airborne for more than some seconds, but at last, he gained himself an hypnotized audience when he lifted the four House hourglasses at the same time and kept them floating for five minutes, without moving an eyebrow. He also found that his abilities now included an increased capability of focusing, thing that helped him a lot with the lessons, with positive remarks by everyone.

He also trained in the use of the sword, using at this purpose the Room of Requirement. He just had to think 'I need a place to train with my sword', and the Room transformed into a fencing gym. Although at first he found it very difficult, he started to get the hang of that, showing an unexpected talent. He was not a very good swordsman yet, given that the particular balance of his sword had, but soon he was more than capable to hold his own.

Harry, Hermione and Ginny followed this activities with mixed emotions. They were glad Ron was having the popularity he craved for, but were deeply worried about his newfound abilities. In fact, no one, not even the Minister of Magic, was able to tell something about it. And Ron's proficience at learning how to control his power just compounded their worry.

One evening, Ron was sitting besides the fire in the Common Room, alongside with Harry, Hermione and Ginny. He had trained very hard that day, but he was satisfied. "Merlin's beard, I can really say I'm good at this! I become better every day!" he exclaimed. The others exchanged worried looks. Hermione started, uncertainly : "It's great, Ron. But as long as we don't know from where, and what is this power you have, you'd better be careful!" Ron scoffed, but he knew she was right. "You're right, of course. It's just... I feel very good. Better than I have always been. I'm feeling... complete!" Ginny grinned mischeviously : "Funny, I thought you'd feel complete only when you'd be togheter with..." "Oh, shut up! Of course I'll be at top when I and Hermione will become a couple, but nonetheless now I'm feeling..." He stopped, realizing what he'd said. He glanced at the others. Harry and Ginny were trying desperately not to laugh. Hermione was looking at him with big, big eyes. "What... did you just say?" Her voice was filled with hope mixed with fear. He gulped, realizing he'd been catched red-handed, but decided it was time to be a brave Gryffindor. "I said I'm going to be complete only when you and I will be togheter." She blushed, but then smiled. "Well, at last you found the courage to admit it!" He grinned back, suddenly feeling sweaty. She started to lean forward, while starting to close her eyes. With his heart thumping heavily, Ron leaned forward to meet her halfway. Their lips were only inches apart...

"ARGHH!"

Everyone jumped, when Ron screamed and fell back, panting, his eyes locked, his face a mask of horror. Hermione caught him by his shoulders. "Ron? Ron! Are you okay?" He shook his head, then he closed his eyes, trying to calm his thumping heart. When he reopened them, he saw Harry, Ginny and Hermione looking at him worriedly. "Don't worry, it passed. I think it was... some kind of a vision." "What vision?" asked Harry. Ron bit his lower lip, trying to remember the sudden vision that had occurred to him in his mind. He started to talk, slowly : "I don't remember well, but... it seems I were on the grounds. It was nighttime. There was a man standing before me. A man... with a black cloak that hid his face... and a sword like mine in his hand. He stood there for a moment, then he lifted his face up to meet my eyes. His face... was pale white... but his eyes were terrifying. They were yellow... like those of a wild cat. He sneered, made a gesture like as inviting me to come near him, and said something. It was like... 'You shall join me'..."

Ginny's lips trembled. "Maybe we should call Madame Pomfrey!" "Good idea. I'll warn Dumbledore. This thing is not a good sign!" approved Harry. Ron snickered weakly. "Yeah! Not only I have visions, but also I have them when I'm about to kiss a pretty girl. That's sure a very bad sign!" They laughed nervously, but Ron couldn't shake off his thought that his 'vision' was not just a sort of bad dream... but a premonition.