A/N I don't own Star wars or Harry Potter. Wish I did. Oh and if you don't like how I write my stories, bugger off and read something else. I write what I have going on in my head. This is one. However, if you do like the story then continue on. Otherwise find something else to read. Thanks
Harry Potter sighed heavily as he rolled over in bed and winced as he accidentally aggravated his tender shoulder. As the young thirteen year old wizard sat up in the small cot, he brushed his unruly hair off his face.
Fumbling for his glasses, he heard the sharp rap that proceeded Aunt Petunia's shrill voice "up boy!" As he tossed the covers back and scrambled to get dressed.
Completely undernourished and small for his age, Harry scrambled to get dressed. In clothes that had belonged to his cousin.
The clothes were three times too big for his slender frame. As he slide his shirt on, covering up the various bruises and cuts that littered his back.
Hearing the deadbolt on the door click open, Harry scrambled from the small under the stairs closet. As he headed for the kitchen, scrambling to make breakfast before Uncle Vernon and Dudley awoke and began demanding their food.
As he moved quickly and silently, he didn't look anything like an average boy his age. Short and slender, the clothes he wore dwarfed his slight frame. A bruise could be just seen under the collar of the huge shirt.
His untidy black hair, a wild mess. Through the messy bangs, a unusual scar could be seen. A thin lightening bolt scar. Then his green eyes, so bright and vibrant that they seemed to glow.
Hearing heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs, Harry quickly plated the eggs and bacon. Just as Uncle Vernon stomped in.
Harry kept his gaze off his uncle, today would be an good day to escape to the park it seemed. As another set of heavy footsteps came thundering down the stairs, then his cousin entered.
Meanwhile in a Galaxy far far away.
Growling in annoyance, Mand'alor Jango Fett glared up at the sky. Hearing the slightly amused voice of his second in command Walon Vau "Bad night?"
Jango lowered his hidden gaze to pin the other man with an stare. Walon said lifting his hands in surrender "sorry boss, what's wrong?"
"Remember me telling you about those dreams?" Jango asked rhetorically. Walon said "about the boy?" Jango nodded once and said "they're getting more vivid. The boy is danger."
"From what?" Walon asked, sensing the rising urgency in Jango's voice. Jango said "darkness, someone or something wants him dead."
"Any clue what planet he comes from?" Walon asked all business as he opened the star charts in his helmet. Jango said "unknown, but it's blue-green, population number roughly in the billions."
"That's not very helpful," Walon sighed ruefully. Hearing the door to Jango's abode open then a child raced out giggling. A ten year old boy came racing out. Being chased by Jango's off and on again Partner Zam Wessel. The Clawdite was in her human form called over her shoulder as she steadily gained on the ten year old "vaar'tur alor."
"Morning Zam," Jango called back to the retreating pair. He shook his head wryly. His relationship with the clawdite bounty hunter could be descriped as odd at best. But Zam adored Boba and vice versa.
Then his eyes widened and he turned to Walon and practically yelled "I know the planet! Come on!" As an bemused Walon charged after his boss, reaching his ship.
As the ship jumped to lightspeed after Jango had inputed the coordinates to the planet that held the boy.
Walon glanced unobstrusively over at Jango, who was staring off into space. His jaw muscle jerked occasionally, as his mood progressively grew darker.
"What's wrong Jang'ika?" Walon asked, using the shorten and affectionate nickname in hopes to draw his friend and boss out of the mood he had fallen into.
Jango glanced over and Walon was shocked to see an expression of grief on the man's swarthy features. Jango said "those people, who 'care' for the boy. They are abusing him."
Walon cursed softly then reached over to place a hand on Jango's shoulder and said "when we get the boy out of that place, don't worry, I'll take care of them." Jango flashed an smile and said "figured you would."
Walon nodded, both men knew what that Jango meant. Walon's childhood had been no better. As former scion to the Vau family, he had ranaway at an early age and never looked back.
He had been in his late teens when a Mandalorian soldier had found the teen searching for food. The soldier took pity on the teen and ended up adopting him.
Thus began Walon's life-altering new home. Learning quickly, he soon rose in the ranks to become second in command of the MDU.
Partnered with Jango, a born and raised Mandalorian, the pair were soon regarded as competent leaders. Then Jango ended up becoming Mand'alor of the Mandalorian race.
Meanwhile back on Earth.
Harry sat in the swings, in silence as he listened to the traffic humming past, the birds chirping in the trees. As the thirteen year old swung, his gaze noted the group. He grimaced and jumped off the swing.
As his feet hit the ground, he was off in a flash. His sprint graceful and light.
"Get him!" He heard the bellow. As Dudley and his friends chased after him. Years of such chases had given him much practice at outrunning them.
As his shoes pounded on the pavement, Harry did not risk a look over his shoulder. To see his his pursuers were still behind him. As he ran along down the dark tunnel, he heard the low boom then he almost came flying out of the tunnel from the shockwave.
Landing hard, he went limp as not to cause any more damage. As he rolled until he collided with someone or something. Glancing up legs encased in armor, to the chest plate up into a fathomless black t-shaped visor.
Harry swallowed, then noted the second figure. The first figure crouched in an easy manner then said in a rough electronically altered voice "why were you running Adiik?"
Harry stared wide-eyed at the helmet t-shaped visor, fear dilating the pupils. As the second figure sighed, then muttered something too low for him to understand.
Then he obviously noted Dudley and the others come charging out of the tunnel. As the man stood up. Dangling in the man's fist, Harry stared warily at the- it only could be it- jetpack on the man's back.
One big hand rested on his head as the man addressed Dudley in a cold voice "you kids better get home." Dudley said with a sneer in his voice "did ickle Harry find a friend?"
Not expecting the man to move, Harry gaped in shock as Dudley went down with the man astride. Big hand flat against his head, the man leaned down to growl in Dudley's ear "When I say something, it is wise to listen. I don't repeat myself. Ever."
As the man stood, hauled Dudley to his feet, no mean feat. As Dudley stared up at the big man, fear and shock in his eyes. Harry glanced warily at the other man, who stood beside him. One hand on his shoulder- ironically on the bruise- and his other hand resting on the holstered gun.
Harry winced at the pressure on his shoulder. Both men obviously caught the wince. Setting Dudley down, pinning the older boy with an look which froze him in spot. Then the man turned to him. As he slide the shirt aside, hearing the two men swear when they caught sight of the livid bruise.
"Who did this to you ad?" The man asked all of his former gruffness when addressing Dudley gone. Harry blinked and mumbled weakly "fell sir." Noting how both shifted, then arms folded across their chests.
"Odd place to have a bruise when you fell," the man countered. The second man snorted and said something in a very foreign language.
Both men spoke for nearly a minute, before t-shaped visors tilted downwards. Uncomfortably with the scrutiny, Harry saw his chance.
As the pair went back to talking in that odd language, he made his escape. Racing along, as if being chased by hellhounds, Harry reached the Dursley's home. As he all but ran for his bedroom. Hopefully he wouldn't see them again.
As he collasped on his bed, gasping for air. As he laid there, trying to catch his breath. As he heard Uncle Vernon mumble something, about freakish boys, Harry ignored the grumbling.
Jango and Walon POV.
Jango eyed the fat boy, gripped his shoulder tight and said "where does he live?" The boy yelped under the pressure "with us!" Jango gave the boy a rough shake and said "allright, you're gonna take us there. Aren't you?" The boy nodded weakly, an look of pain on his face.
Though Walon and him ignored the look. As the fat boy lead them along, Jango kept his senses on high alert.
As they walked along, no doubt attracting some amount of attention. But when Walon unholstered his blaster with icy control, they were left alone.
As they reached an house, inside, Jango took quick note. As his gaze fell on the mantle, of picture of the fat boy. It was as if the other boy didn't live here.
"He's there!" The fat boy blubbered, pointing to a door under the stairs. Which had an deadbolt. Unthrown, the door was opened slightly. Jango saw bright green eyes peering out, which widened in shock.
Releasing his grip on the fat boy, Jango strolled over to the door, which slammed shut. Jango gripped the handle. As he tugged on the door, which resisted at first until he put all his considerable strength behind the tug.
Catching the small boy as the door flew open and he came tumbling out. Jango looked in the room, a muscle jerked in his jaw.
"Who in the bloody hell are you?!" He heard an loud roar come from behind. Standing, holding the boy on one hip and unholstered one blaster. Jango snarled at the fat man that stood there "I'd rethink yelling at me hu'tuun, might be the last thing you do."
Face to face with two blasters, the man blinked and backed up. Jango turned to Walon, who stood slightly behind him "pack up the boy's things."
Walon nodded, holstered his blaster and brushed past. As a woman screamed, Jango rolled his eyes and murmured to the small boy in his arms "women." Feeling the soft chuckle, Jango heard Walon yelp then a snow white bird flew out, screeching.
"Hedwig!" The boy called out. The Bird hooted and landed on his shoulder. Jango called out with maliciousness "scared of an bird?" Walon replied sarcastically "haha. Boss you might wanna see this." As he ducked into the small cupboard, Jango looked at the boy's meagar posessions.
Books, apparently devoted to something called magic. As Walon unearthed a long slender stick, the boy stiffened in his grip. Jango held his hand out for the stick. As Walon handed it over, Jango placed the stick in the boy's hand.
As Walon neatly piled all of the boy's stuff into the trunk at the end of the cot, the boy finally spoke "what are you doing?" Jango said sliding the bird to the cage "you're coming with me son."
"I'm not your son!" Came the heated and indignated reply. Jango rolled his eyes. Out of the closet, as Walon hefted the trunk over his shoulder and carried the cage with the bird.
His muttering on the helmet comlink was heated. Not directed at him, but the family. As the fat man snarled "where do you think you're taking him?!" Jango lifted an eyebrow then replied "with us, obviously."
"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur," Walon muttered angrily. Jango chuckled then shifted his hold on the boy. Adptly put. As Jango nodded, then left the house. The boy craned his head, to try and see. But Jango placed one hand on his head, forcing him to look away.
Halfway down the walkway, Jango heard three blaster fire. The boy gasped, jerked in his grip. Tightening his grip, Jango murmured soothingly. Before the boy realized, Jango removed the small dart that held sleeping draught.
As the boy sagged limply in his grip, he paused and waited. As Walon walked out, carrying the trunk and cage. As they walked along, heading for his ship was hidden from prying eyes. The boy deserved a new beginning.
A/N So it took me a half an hour just to write this chapter and can't wait until I start another one. Everything in Italic is Mandalorian. You can find the full Mandalorian language on Karen Traviss website.