Hey there, first-time readers! I'm going around the chapters, correcting mistakes and such. This is the fanfiction I spend most of my time on. Though I need to warn you: I can't finish a chapter in less than 12 parsecs. I only write when I'm inspired and English is not my native language. But no one would read this if I wrote it in Danish, would they? :) Now, go on. Read the story and tell me what you think!
Oh, and of course I own neither Harry Potter nor Star Wars. But if I did...
"The worlds have crossed again," Dumbledore said. "Like they did many years ago."
"But what are we going to do?" Fudge sounded very upset. "We barely made it last time! If people find out that there are many other worlds than ours, there will be chaos. And what of you-know-who finds out! I can't even think about that!"
Dumbledore sighted and looked at the Minister of Magic. So blind, he was. "I think that Voldemort (Fudge shivered) already knows," he said slowly.
Cornelius Fudge stiffened. He opened his mouth, but not a sound was heard. "No," he finally whispered. "How did he find out?!" Again, the headmaster of Hogwarts sighted. Many times had he tried to convince Fudge that his ministry was infiltrated by Death Eaters. Every time, he denied it. "I said is before, Cornelius. There's Death Eaters in your ministry."
"No there isn't!" he yelled, so the walls in Dumbledore's office almost shook. "And even if there was, only a few people in the ministry know about the other worlds."
"Is Lucius Malfoy one of them?"
"Well, of course! He's a man who can be trusted." Couldn't this cloud there covered Fudge's eyes go away, Dumbledore thought to himself. "Then I am sure. Voldemort knows about the worlds," he spoke out loud.
Fudge sighted like a defeated man. Every time things seemed to go well… bum! It was all gone. He asked which world it was. Which world had crossed theirs? But it didn't really interest him. All was lost anyway. "The same world as last time," Albus replied. "And they know it too. My old friend Yoda visited me three day ago. It's good to see him again after all these years," he added with a smile.
"So it is that world," Fudge said quietly. He really didn't know much about it. When the world crossed each other last time, it was many, many years before his birth. The first time he heard of the other worlds, was when he was high in office. Almost Minister of Magic. When it happened first time there was a person, this Yoda, who spoke with Albus. Together they found out the secret of the other worlds. It appeared that sometimes worlds cross each other. When it happened, people from both worlds could cross over to the other. Yoda and Dumbledore spend a lot of time in each other's worlds trying to figure the mystery out completely. But one day after almost ten years, the bridge was gone. Yoda disappeared right in front of Dumbledore, back into his own world. Now the world has crossed again.
"How many on this school knows about all this?" Fudge asked.
"All of the teachers," Dumbledore replied.
"What about Potter and his friends? They seem to stick their noses into many things."
"Yes, but who knows? Maybe their third year on Hogwarts will be absolutely normal."
"I have my reasons to doubt it," Fudge said and made the old wizard laugh.
"Take it slow, Cornelius. The year hasn't even started yet." Then the meeting ended.
Yoda, Anakin and Ahsoka stood in the council room. While the Masters talked, Ahsoka was enjoying the view. She loved Curoscant at dawn. All the tall buildings shined in the sunlight and the sky was light purple. "Are you sure?" her Master asked. "She's only thirteen."
"Sure, I am," the little, but powerful Jedi replied.
"What is it?" Ahsoka interrupted. If it was something about her, she wanted to know. Anakin sighted and started to tell her a story. A story about the other worlds. First Ahsoka wouldn't believe it; she thought it was a joke. But then Yoda explained a little more, and she knew it was true. Master Yoda wasn't that type of people who made jokes. "Normally," Anakin said. "We would have waited till your knighting to tell you this, but things changed. We have crossed with another world again."
"My friend, Albus' world, it is," Yoda said. "Three days ago, there, I was."
"But why are you telling me?" Ahsoka asked confused.
"Because to go there, you need. Felt it through the force I have."
Now Ahsoka really freaked out. "WHAT?! Why do I need to go to another world? I'm perfectly fine here. I don't want to go." She looked up at Anakin in desperation. "Snips, it's only a meeting. It's not like you're going to be there for years. And I'll be by your side all the time." The young Padawan started to relax and turned to Yoda. "Okay, when are we going to this world?" she asked. "Now," he responded.
The Grandmaster waved his hand, using the force, and a small window showed up in the middle of the room. The window grow wider and wider, showing an old castle. Neither Anakin nor Ahsoka had seen anything like it. But of course they didn't live in a time like that. Yoda went through the window, closely followed by the two Jedi. When Ahsoka turned around the window wasn't there anymore. Instead there was a beautiful castle, a dark forest and a big lake. It was in the middle of the day and it was summer. The wind carried a smell of flowers, and the quiet sound of the water was very relaxing. Whatever this planet was called, Ahsoka loved it.
A man, who could be just as old as Master Yoda himself, walked towards them. He had a long white beard and was wearing a pointy hat. "Yoda," he said. "It's good to see you again."
Yoda smiled. "To see you, good it is too, my friend."
"And who is your friends, may I ask?" the old human asked.
"I'm Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Master, and this is my Padawan, Ahsoka Tano," Aksoka's Master introduced them. Ahsoka smiled shyly and the man smiled back. "Ah, more Jedi. It's nice to meet you. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I'm headmaster here at Hogwarts." "Hogwarts?" Ahsoka asked. Dumbledore smiled and began telling her and Anakin about this strange place. "It is a school of magic. Many wizards and witches are students here."
The four of them walked around the lake while Dumbledore explained about this world. About the school, the muggles, even about a boy named Harry Potter and Voldemort. Most people here called him you-know-who. Voldemort wasn't a frightening name, Ahsoka thought. Try Dooku or Palpatine.
The adults sat on some chairs, Dumbledore had made in a second (Ahsoka was impressed) and the Padawan sat by the lake. Suddenly a giant octopus showed up right in front of her. She let out a surprised yell, but did not run away. She did the exact opposite. With her hand, she petted the slimy creature and it was almost like it was smiling at her. "She's very brave," Dumbledore commented to the Jedi next to him. "Oh, you should know, sir. You should know," Anakin said with a proud voice. "I want to try something," Dumbledore said, most to himself.
"Ahsoka, my child, come here," he called at her.
"Okay," she answered and ran up to him.
"Will you please try to swing with this?" he asked her and handed over his wand. She looked confused (like Anakin) but took the wand. Then she let it dance through the air and some tiny sparkles appeared out of nothing. Five seconds after they heard a loud: BUM and a black smoke covered Ahsoka. She coughed and waved the smoke away with her hand. Yoda looked very interested.
"Tried to tell me something, the force did, in our world," he said to the headmaster. "A feeling that this Padawan should go with us, I had. Why, now I know."
"This is very unusual," Albus replied. "In your world she is gifted with the force, in ours: the gift of magic."
Anakin stood up and asked his apprentice if she was okay. "I'm fine," Ahsoka answered with a large smirk on her face. "This is not like a lightsaber at all." She handed back the wand to its rightful owner. Dumbledore smiled and watched her with a certain interest. "Ahsoka can you use the force here?" he asked. What a weird question, Ahsoka thought as she lifted up the chair Anakin just sat in. "Yes. No problem." The chair landed again. "Magnificent," Dumbledore mumbled to himself.
"Hey, what's going on?" Ahsoka demanded to know.
"In our world, Yoda, Anakin and other Jedi who visited it many years ago, is like muggles. Ahsoka you are the first who is gifted with both the force and magic." Dumbledore's word almost cost the togruta to fall.
"I'm what?!"
"Stay here and learn magic, you have to," Yoda said with a wise voice. Anakin dropped his hands on Ahsoka's shoulders to protect her. "Why?" he asked while, Ahsoka's eyes filled with tears.
"Because it's the will of the force," the Grandmaster replied. "Feel it too you can, right young Skywalker?" It was true. Anakin could feel it, but he didn't want to let go of his Padawan. Why does she need to learn about magic, he asked himself. "Need it she does," Master Yoda replied to Anakin's thought. "Because the council, including me, the Chosen one, believe she is."
"T-the chosen o-one?" Anakin asked in shock. He thought the Chosen one was just an old myth! In that moment, Ahsoka passed out.
Harry sat next to his best friend Ron and on the other side of the table sat Hermione. This summer at the Dursley's had been the worst ever. He was so glad to be back at Hogwarts, his real home, with his friends. The Great Hall was lit up by hundreds of flying candles and the ceiling was showing the night sky, filled with stars. "Did you ever hear from Sirius this summer?" Hermione asked with a whisper. Harry nodded. His godfather had written to him four times. The talked about Voldemort and Harry's scar. It had hurt really much since the dark lord returned.
Professor McGonagall walked into the Great Hall, carrying a little chair and an ugly, worn-out hat. She placed the chair where everybody could see it, and on top of it: the hat. Then she went outside again and broad in the first years. They looked scared and Harry giggled to himself when he thought back to his sorting. Everybody had looked at him just because he was him. None of these first years would have that problem. The sorting hat started its song.
Now there were only ten children left. "Hey, look at that girl!" Ron said and pointed out a person wearing a cloak. She was very tall. Far too tall to be eleven. But the weirdest thing about the girls was her head. The hood was formed like if two pointy things were under it. Maybe she's wearing a kind of hat, Harry thought to himself. She was the last person to be called up. "Tano, Ahsoka," McGonagall said with a loud and clear voice. The girl stepped forward. Harry noticed that both the professor and Dumbledore smiled extra friendly to her. When she placed herself on the little chair, people stared at her like it was about life or death. She then took her hood down.
Shock went through to entire hall, including Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Freak!" someone yelled and of course it was coming from the Slytherin table. It was properly Malfoy and his gang. Hermione kicked Ron under the table when she caught him staring at that poor girl. "Auch!" But Hermione herself couldn't take her eyes from her. Clearly the girl wasn't a human. Her skin was orange and white marks were shown on her face. And Harry was right about that thing with the weird hat. The sorting hat didn't sit on the orange girl very long before it shouted: "Gryffindor!"
Quickly, the girl ran to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Hermione. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed quietly. Then Dumbledore said the usual: stay away from the forbidden forest, don't leave your common room at night and enjoy the meal. Plates and glass were filled and everyone started to talk. Ron took a bite of a chicken wing and Hermione kicked him again. "Auch!" it sounded once more. "What was that for?" She pointed at the girl.
"What?" Ron asked again. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Hey," she said to the sobbing girl next to her. "You're Ahsoka, right?"
Ahsoka looked up and nodded. "Yes I'm Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano."
"I'm Hermione Granger, and this Ron Weasly and Harry Potter. Nice to meet you."
"Hey," Harry said to be friendly.
"I-it's nice to m-meet you too," Ahsoka replied. "Are you that Harry Potter?" she asked and looked at him.
Oh, boy here we go, Harry thought to himself. "Yes," he said and lifted his hair so Ahsoka could see the scar. Let's just get it done.
"Okay," she answered. Okay? "Hey, good luck with that guy Voldemort." She added. Hermione and Ron jumped in the air in fright. Ahsoka realized what she had done and said sorry. Harry was taken aback. This girl wasn't scared at all. This girl wasn't one of many who looked at him as if he was a miracle on earth. Ahsoka sniffled and wiped a tear of her orange cheek. Ron stared at her. "Why are you wearing a hat?" he asked and for the third time Harry heard a KLONK followed by an AUCH and: "You got to stop doing that!"
"This?" Ahsoka asked and pulled the right blue and white… whatever it was, Harry thought.
Then she laughed and said: "That's not a hat. It's a part of me. I guess you can say it's a kind of hair. It's called a lekku."
Ron nodded, still totally lost. Hermione took the word. "I don't want to be rude, but… what are you?" Ahsoka knew this was coming. Luckily, she and Anakin had already made up a false explanation. "I'm a togruta. We live in Spain (whatever that was), hiding from the muggles. I'm the first togruta ever to have magical powers. I'm supposed to start here with the third year students."
"I've never heard of a togruta before," Hermione said, leaving Ron and Harry with their mouths open.
"That doesn't surprise me. There're very few of us and we are good at hiding." Come on, Ahsoka thought. Bye it.
"Well, now I've learned something knew," Hermione said with a smile. "Aren't you glad to be here?"
No. No she wasn't. "Actually," Ahsoka said, tears running down her cheeks. "I just want to go home. It wasn't my decision to go here. The worst part of it is: I don't know anything about magic. At all!" Harry couldn't believe it. Ahsoka had the exact same problem he had two years ago. Maybe she didn't draw attention like him, because he was the Chosen one, but she definitely drew attention. And she knew nothing of magic. "We'll help you," Harry said without hesitating.
"Thanks guys," she replied.
Dinner was over and Harry, Ron and Hermione was about to show there new friend Gryffindor's common room. But just outside the Great Hall, Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, waited for them. They all had a big smirk on their ugly faces. "Well, well, well, look who the freak decided to hang out with. The freaks." Stupid one and two laughed at Malfoy's comment. "Just stay away, Malfoy!" Ron yelled. He was angry now.
"You don't have permission to speak with me, Weasly!" Ahsoka didn't like this boy. Actually, she hated him, and she had only known him in ten seconds. New record!
"We just want to go to our common room," Harry said, trying to avoid a fight.
"Tsk," was the only respond they got. Then Draco stepped forward and pushed Ahsoka. "What kind of animal are you? I can't even believe Dumbledore let you in here! If you were supposed to be here, it should be in a cage, so we could study you in Care of Magical Creatures." This time it wasn't only his bodyguards who laughed. People, mostly from Slytherin and Gryffindor, stopped and watched. "Did you just push me?" Ahsoka asked with an angry voice.
"I guess so," Malfoy continued and raised his hand to push her again.
"Stop!" Hermione shouted.
Ahsoka stopped his hand in air. And now the fun begins, she thought to herself. "You shouldn't have done that," she informed the Slytherin boy with a smile. Then she twisted his arm around, placed her foot behind his legs and pushed him in the ground. It all happened in under a second. Her left leg stamped in the ground and sent Crabbe and Goyle running down the corridors. Screaming. Ahsoka bent down to the almost crying Malfoy and said: "Don't EVER do that again." While he crawled away on all four, the young togruta turned to her friends.
"How did you do that?!" Ron asked with eyes, the size of a golden snitch.
"Hey," Ahsoka replied and hold up her hands. "It was self-defense."
"It was bloody amazing!" Ron said. Everybody went their way, and the four friends continued their journey towards the tower. Everything was like last year. The fat lady still thought she could sing, Neville still couldn't remember the password and Percy still behaved like he was the Minister of Magic. "Wow, is this our common room?" Ahsoka asked when she saw the cozy couches and chairs and the fireplace. "Mm-hmm," Hermione replied. The Jedi Padawan, who was use to tents and the hard ground on the battlefield, was amazed. The two last nights, she had slept in a bed in the teacher-room but this… This was fantastic!
The common room was lit up by the fire that still burned, though it was about two in the morning. "Master? Master do you copy?" Ahsoka asked, talking to her comm-link. She was the only one here. "I hear you, Snips," a very familiar voice responded. "Master it's sooooo good to hear your voice!"
Anakin giggled. "I've missed you too, Ahsoka. Now, let me hear: Snake, eagle, badger or lion?"
"Lion."
"I knew it! I just knew you would go to Gryffidary."
"Gryffindor Anakin, Gryffindor."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'm proud of you, Snips."
Ahsoka started to cry again. "Anakin, I just want to go home!" she said sobbing. "The council is wrong; I'm not the Chosen one!" She could hear her Master sigh. "I think you are," he said. "Did you make any friends today?" he continued to change the subject.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione and some few others. But I think I also got an enemy."
"Already? How?"
"Well he called me a freak and pushed me, so I kicked his butt."
"That's my Snips. See you Saturday night to some force-practice."
"See ya, Skyguy!" Ahsoka then went to bed.
