Disclaimor: I do not own Starwars or Harry Potter
Harmony smiled down at her funny little red robed friend. She was going to miss him and his kin. They honestly were some of the most generous beings she ever met. It was really a shame that to others their generosity was usually eclipsed by the fact that they were some of the most light fingered as well. Good thing she took up the habit of keeping everything valuable out of her over-sized robe pockets.
"You giant person, belong with giant persons! Huip miss you Fire Hair!" The little Jawa says in his very fast paced language.
It was really a pivotal day for her. She's been with them for over five years, ever since she awoke from her spelled hibernation and decided to explore the desert. Five years of living in a sand crawler, ducking through doorways, learning the language from the periodical droids. Enough time to learn their language, enough time to learn how to live in this technologically advanced day and age, enough time to help the Jawas build a permeate non-moving home in the dune sea. Something they've never had. "Thank you Huip for everything."
"You help us lots Fire hair! Dome Droid keep you company! Dome Droid now yours! You Honorary Jawa!" He once again says quickly and happily, Harmony even with years of learning the little guy's language could barely keep up with the excited babble. Looking over at the large buildings of the port of Anchorhead she couldn't help but think how it would be odd rejoining human civilization after so long away from them.
"I'll come back and visit as offen as possible. Thank you for the astomech and the IDs. I have no idea what I would have done without you and the others." she smiles sadly "I have something for you too." she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small and battered looking rhinestone bag. Opening it she reaches in mutters some odd forgein words under her breath and pulls out three grubby looking coins. "I want you to take these." seeing the confused tilt to Huip's head she elaborates. "They are very valuable to me even though I have many of them."
"Huip keep little things! Keep them long time!" He says enthusiastically.
"Oh you don't have too... they have no sentimental value to me." she places a knut, sickle and gallion into his small almost child like hands. "I heard that very old items some times bring alot of credits right? Well these are very very very old. Some might even say unique. I wanted to give you a gift for all you've done for me." She adds with a smile as the little Jawa's eyes light up like a sparkly red Christmas light.
"Huip thank you! Huip go to old thing trader now! Good bye Fire Hair! Jawas miss you!" The little red robed figure quickly hugs Harmony around the knees and before she could say another word speeds off in the direction of the 'specialty' traders. Watching her friend disappear she couldn't help but feel alittle emotional. Goodbyes are sometimes very hard.
Shaking her head sadly Harmony gently taps the small droid next to her. "It's alittle late. You think we should wait till tomorrow to find someone to fly us?"
The Astromech droid squeaks and beeps in a now familiar sequence "Anchorhead + 20:00 hours = Time of business! Anchorhead = Danger! Master + G8-Y5 = Safe"
Crouching down to the droid level Harmony brushes a bit of sand off he surface of the droid's dome affectately. "So it's dangerous around here right now but you can protect me. Is that it?"
The domed head shifts so that the lenses of it's visual sensor is facing her, "Affirmative! " G8-Y5 beeps.
Fingering her wand in one of the hidden pockets she stands up and looks down at the droid in amusement. "You do know I'm not helpless right?"
"G8-Y5 = Uninformed?" the little droid swivels it's dome alittle "Master + Blaster = Bad Aim!"
"That's because I'm not used to the recoil and there is the fact that Huip wouldn't let me practice with it after I blasted your counterpart by uhhh... accident." Harmony says alittle sheepishly. "Besides you don't know all that I have up my sleeve. I wasn't exactly in any dangerous situations with the jawas G8."
"Poor P9-U6! P9-U6 = scared of master! G8-Y5 = curious of 'skill'? Sensor = Malfunctioning?"
Smiling at the droid's poor attempt to pump her for information she points to a nearby Cantina. "Na-uh, that's my little secret. Lets see if there's someone transporting people off planet."
Author's Note: This is a cross over between the online starwars knights of the old republic game and Harry Potter. And yes it's a Fem-Harry. Not enough female characters that are actually heroic out there and quite frankly Harry is as close to a perfect hero there is without being a complete Mary-sue. And before anyone asks what the name of the fic is based on (the old legend or the poem by Edger Allen Poe) it's sort of based on both. I always though Jedi were chasing a impossible ideal (peace between all) and alot of the technology displayed in starwars is as close to perfect as you can get in society (streets paved in gold like the legend?) Just to warn you I'm just messing around with this much like I am with the majority of my stories. Consider it a miracle if I update.