Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars
A/N: Wow, First Episode was a colossal flop, wasn't it? Oh well, here is my second try at the genre, hopefully this one will do better. Pairing is NOT Aayla/Harry, I don't really know what the pairing will be if there is one. But there will not be slash.
Let me start here to get a few things answered. Harry will not be taking Skywalker's place. But yes, Anakin will be in this story, as will Obi Wan. Now, as for Harry/Padme... well I'm iffy on it. Without Anakin/Padme you won't have Luke and Leia and what sort of world is Star Wars without them? One idea I did have though was Harry/Talon, yes Darth Talon will probably be in this story. Another one, I've noticed this a lot is Revan!Harry, very possible could happen in this story. Harry might, I haven't decided yet, be the reincarnation of Revan. Harry will be the same age as Anakin, and the two will be rivals in almost everything. Let me know what you guys think...
Albus Dumbledore sighed as he sat in his office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His heart was heavy and he constantly brushed tears from his eyes at the thoughts of the night before. Lily and James Potter were dead, and he had to decide what to do with their son Harry now that the entire Wizarding World knew nearly every detail of what had happened the night before. The boy would not be safe from anyone so long as that scar remained visible.
He had thought to place the toddler with his Aunt and Uncle based on his mother's blood protection, but the animosity between Lily and Petunia was too great to risk the child's safety on the hopes that Petunia would get over it. Then there was always the fear that he would be spotted by a wizard and Death Eaters would descend upon Little Whinging. While the house might be safe, the local school was just the opening one of Tom Riddle's supporters would need.
Running his hand over his beard and fixing his plum purple robes with flying broomsticks on them, he tried to think of what to do. Looking sadly over at his familiar, Fawkes, he tried to seek some comfort from the melancholy phoenix but the poor bird just didn't seem able to muster up the strength to sing. His blue eyes shot over the edge of his desk as a house-elf appeared carrying a tea tray for him, when he got an idea.
The bald, wrinkly gray skinned, pointy eared creature wrapped in a brown pillowcase had thrust upon him a wonderful and brilliant idea. He might not have been the best of youths when he was younger, but he had made several trips around the world before his mother's death and thus he had met his fair share of strange creatures, but none quite as strange as him. Merlin, without his guidance Dumbledore was certain he still wouldn't be able to so much as dim a candle without his wand.
"Fawkes, I think I have come to a brilliant idea, one of my bests if I do say so," the man said with a sad smile as he pulled his ink bottle and quill closer to himself and rolled out a fresh stretch of parchment to being writing on. For nearly an hour he wrote what he knew of the boy currently under Madam Pomfrey's care and what he wanted aid before finally rolling the parchment up and handing it to his familiar. "Take this to its recipient Fawkes, you remember our little green friend, I'm certain."
He chuckled as the magnificent Phoenix vanished in a brilliant ball of fire, just as the door to his office opened revealing a broken man in black robes, with shallow skin, and a hook nose as well as long greasy black hair. "Ah, Severus, you'll be happy to know that young Harry will be out of the castle in just a day or two. I have finally begun making arrangements for the boy's care."
"Like I care about that annoying brat, Headmaster," the former Death Eater said with a vicious snarl. "It's the boy's fault she's dead, that I'll… we'll… never be together. If he hadn't been born then the Dark Lord would have never targeted her. It's entirely his fault," the Potions Master snarled.
Albus frowned at the boy and released his fury through his magic, causing the man to shrink against the wall in fright. "Severus Snape, you arrogant, rag, you will listen to me and you will listen well," Dumbledore demanded as he stepped around his desk to advance on the trembling man. "It was not Harry who called Lily Evans by that disgusting name and chased her into the arms of James Potter, it was not him who made you listen in on a prophecy and run with it to your master. Lily's death is on your head just as much as it is on Voldemort's so you cannot blame the child!"
Shaking his elderly head Dumbledore turned from Snape in disgust and moved back toward his desk. "What is it you wanted, Severus? I have told you before I will not sink school money into your potion experiments. I kept you out of Azkaban since you turned spy near the end of the war, but that is not a get out of jail free card. You are now a teacher of this school and you will adhere to the rules and regulations. You will teach your students not spend your days with your nose dipping into cauldrons."
"Of… of course… Headmaster," Snape said with tears in his eyes even though he refused to let his lip tremble at the thought of his obsess… true love's blood being on his hands. "I merely came to inform you that I will only be accepting those who have managed an Outstanding in the O.W.L.s into my N.E.W.T level potions classes."
"Very well, you're dismissed," Dumbledore said and watched the man turn and practically flee from the room. "Obsession is never a pretty thing," the aging man said allowed after the door had closed. He doubted Severus Snape even knew what love was. He had seen inside the boy's head, he had seen him stalk Lily Evans as a girl, and now he was convinced they would have wound up together. The man even had the gall to demand that Dumbledore only put Lily into hiding, not caring if the woman's son and husband died breaking her heart. No, Dumbledore knew that Severus Snape was a sick man, but when the time came, he could use that obsession of the boy's against Voldemort.
A flash of red light brought Dumbledore's attention to his returning phoenix and smiled at the sight of a disk clutched in his familiar's talons. Taking it he thanked Fawkes for the tiring journey and moved to one of his cabinets and opened it. Inside was a black screen with a port on the bottom that he slid the disk into and watched as the familiar wrinkled form of an old friend appeared on the screen. "A long time it has been, since last I heard from you, Albus. Sending someone, the Council is to fetch the boy. Expect Master Vos and Padawan Secura you should in roughly three Earth days."
Dumbledore smiled a bit at the news. He knew that Hogwarts would miss the boy, but Harry's destiny was greater than that of Earths. He had little doubt that the prophecy he had heard a little over a year ago was meant for Harry, but Voldemort would fall without Harry's help, especially since he had managed to cleanse the scar of the tainted soul of his former student. Once this Vos and Secura arrived he would be able to focus more of his attention on finding Voldemort's Horcruxes, he would have to start with Horace, which would be the key.
At dawn on the third day, since Dumbledore had contacted his friend, an unusual sight met those looking out of Hogwart's windows, meaning most of the student population, as a large rust colored vessel soared over Hogsmeade to touch down on the schools sloping hills. Dumbledore and his Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall stepped out of the large wrought iron doors to meet with the two people stepping down the ramp.
The first of the two to reach them was a huge man, with dreadlocks, his dark tanned skin was highlighted by the yellow mark across his nose and cheeks. Both the Wizard and Witch could tell he was a warrior, even with his cloak concealing his massive arms and broad chest. His face was lined with scars and his eyes held a predatory gleam not often found in that day and age. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I assume," the man said nodding his head slightly, "I am Jedi Knight Quinlan Vos, and this is my apprentice, Aayla Secura."
A petite, woman with deep blue skin stood slightly behind the man and bowed deeply to the two. Both were surprised by the two thick tentacles falling down her back that were covered in black markings. Her figure was what most of the 7th year boys dreamed to find in a woman, but as Dumbledore had other orientations and McGonagall had a fondness for men, neither really paid much attention. "It is an honor to meet a friend of Grand Master Yoda," she said in a soft voice.
"The honor is all mine, Miss Secura," Dumbledore said kindly before turning his attention back to Quinlan. "Yoda told me you would be arriving today, thus we've had Harry ready to go," he said kindly and motioned toward the swaying trees in the distance where a giant of a man was striding forward, a heavy coat made of furs falling down his back while most of his face was hidden by a great beard and wild hair. Most surprising was the diaper bag the half-giant had over his shoulder and the great tears sliding down his face.
The exchange went off without a hitch other than Hagrid's howls of sorrow, as he handed the fifteen month old child off to the young Aayla. In short time the ship was taking off again, as three figures stood on the slopes of Hogwarts waving. "Good luck, Harry Potter," Dumbledore said as the twinkle vanished from his eye. With a heavy heart he turned and began to stride back up to the school, McGonagall and Hagrid following behind and blowing their noses as they reentered the school.
AN: Please, let me know what you think. This is just the Prologue as I try to get Harry off world, ASAP. Next chapter the story actually begins. What do you guys think of Aayla as Harry's Master? Yes? No? I hope to here from you guys.