I was running. Running with all my strength through the different passage ways and twisting routes of the Death Star. I heard the heavy pounding of droid's feet and the shouts of men. I forced myself to move faster, my ragged breaths kept an unsteady beat.
Racing into a large room, I quickly spotted an X-Wing I could probably steal. Moving fast, I half leaped, half Force propelled myself onto the cockpit entrance. Lifting the hatch, I slid in and began to hijack the ship, hot wiring it for an automatic start.
Hearing a loud crash and angry voices, I panicked. A couple of sparks flashed as the engine whirled to life. Closing the hatch above me, I flipped up several switches before I zoomed the ship out of the port and into open space. I didn't bother putting on my seatbelt as I spun the X-Wing into diving barrel rolls to avoid the lasers from the Empire's ships.
Checking behind, and seeing about five on my trail, I shot down, straight into an asteroid field. Concentrating, I went through it, taking on some dangerously close calls. Exiting the field a minute or two later, I leveled off the X-Wing, thinking I was safe. Until a laser slammed into the right wing of my ship.
Instantly, it spun out of control. I struggled to regain it, when a planet's gravity began to pull me in. I muttered angrily under my breath when the stolen ship burst through the atmosphere, catching fire on the way down. Smoke and flames was all I could see out of the windows of the cockpit. An explosion blew apart my ship on my right. I was thrown from the X-Wing out the left window and was suddenly free falling. Twisting myself around, I calculated my fall. Five seconds from impact, right on some railroad tracks.
I made myself relax. Closing my eyes, I started to use the Force to slow my fall. Then I slammed onto a moving train. Three seconds to impact early. This was just fantastic. Opening my eyes, I rolled to my stomach and grasped the edge of the train. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as pain like fire intensified along my right side.
Trying to ignore the pain, I took a deep breath. Tightening my grip, I leaped off of the train. Gripping the edge of the train car and swinging my legs inward, I smashed through the window. I let out a gasp as I hit the train car floor. Hard. I groaned as I sat up, and stared straight into the eyes of two shocked teens, about the same age as me.
One was wearing round glasses and had black hair with vibrant green eyes. The other was a bright redhead covered in freckles. I stifled another groan as I raised myself gingerly onto the opposite cushion as them.
"Are you all right?" The redhead asked.
"Oh sure." I snorted sarcastically, "I just was exploded out of a flaming ship, landed smack down on top of a moving train, and smash through a glass window to get in here." I let out another gasp, a painful reminder of what was really important.
"Where is this train heading?" I asked in all seriousness.
"Hogwarts." They answered simultaneously, just staring at me. I looked down at my right side to see what they were looking at. A dark stain was leaking through my Jedi clothes and spreading fast. I pressed my arm and hands into my side, wincing as I tried to stop the blood. My eyes wandered to the floor. It was covered in little crystal shards of glass. I could also see a streak of my blood beneath the shimming floor. I frowned. Looking up on the teens I smiled and said, "I'm Leia."
The black haired one stared for a moment before answering, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
"I'm Ron." The redhead said after a moment of hesitation.
"What planet are we on?" I asked, frowning slightly at the scenery.
"Earth." Harry replied, confused at my question. I could feel the blood drain off my face. If the Rebel Alliance wanted to kill me before, they definitely would want to now. Earth was strictly off limits to both the dark and the light sides. Three hundred thousand years and I was the first Jedi to break the unwritten, unspoken rule.
A dark redhead girl poked her head thorough the door and said, "Hey, have any of you seen a toad- " She was pulled into silence when she saw the stunned and slightly scared looks of the boys and the smashed window. Scanning the small room, she saw the glass fragments, the blood, and me. Her eyes widened and she seemed as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know what.
"Hey." I said, "I'm Leia." A pained expression crossed my face when my head began to pound and the pain began to worsen.
"I'm Hermione." She replied, "I'll go and get someone to help you." She spun on her heel and raced away. Feeling light-headed, I laid my head down on the couch and slipped into unconsciousness.
(Flashback Dream): I felt little. My head was level to the table. The people who had raised me up to this point of my life were cruel. I whipped around as the door was forcefully thrown open. A dark and powerful figure stood cloaked in the doorway. "Daddy." I whispered. I shrieked as a rough hand seized me from behind. With a swoosh and a hum, the cloaked figure had his gleaming red lightsaber out. I screamed and covered my ears as the man holding me shot several times at my father, who deflected the lasers with ease. Advancing forward, he stuck the man through with the burning weapon, pulling me from his arms as he fell dead. I sobbed into my father's shoulder, as he welded his weapon in his other hand. Walking out the door there was a whoosh, and saw a green lightsaber cut my father's hand clean off where he was holding his weapon. Warriors rushed in and forcefully ripped me from my father and carried me away, watching my father get smaller and smaller as he fought for his life. "Noooooo!" I screamed.