Haa Ri
by OlorinTheMaiar

Disclaimer: Am I the second richest woman in England? No. So I don't own Harry Potter. Did I spend over thirty years making an iconic cinematic sci-fi epic? No. So I don't own Star Wars. Am I making money off of this? No. So you can't sue me.

Summary: In one of his many reincarnations due to his status of Master of Death, Harry Potter, known in this reality as Haa Ri, the Grand Master of the Jedi Order and the Jedi Sorcerer, tries to prevent the destruction of the Jedi Order and the collapse of the Galactic Republic when he takes young Anakin Skywalker as his Jedi Padawan and his Sorcerer Acolyte. Will Harry, Anakin, and the rest of the Jedi Order be able to save themselves, let alone the Galactic Republic?

Chapter 1: The Sorcerer's Padawan

"A ship!"

"A cup!"

"Uh…" Mace Windu looked over his viewscreen to raise an eyebrow in question at the small boy in front of him. "A speeder!" The black skinned Jedi Master lowered his console and nodded to Master Yoda.

The diminutive green Jedi's eyes took on a distant look as he examined the child in front of him. "Good, good, young one!" He paused in thought for a moment, "How feel you?"

"Cold sir," the Tatooine native said with a slight shiver. There was a flash of amusement in a few of the council members' eyes. They had to admit, the boy was witty.

"Know what I meant, you do. Afraid, you are?"

The small boy shook his head, "No sir." Anakin knew that he was afraid, but he knew that he should never show it. To show fear was to show weakness, and in the slave barracks on Tatooine, weakness could mean death. Unfortunately, the only Jedi Master that picked up on this thought was the tall Togruta who, sitting between Yoda and Mace Windu, hadn't uttered a word during the long meeting. The rest of the council only saw fear.

"See through you, we can." Again, the only Master that caught Anakin's increase in fear was the silent Togruta. Looking around at the council, Anakin caught the Togruta's gaze. Gradually, the boy's fear was abated, slowly replaced with comfort and warmth.

"Be mindful of your feelings…" Anakin almost jumped when Mace Windu's sharp voice jolted him out of his near trance. Hesitantly, he tore his gaze away from the silent Master's piercing emerald eyes to look at the stern human.

"Your thoughts dwell on your mother." The young Skywalker heard his neck pop as he snapped his head around to focus on the Jedi who had spoken, who, unfortunately, had been sitting behind him.

Yes, his thoughts had been on his mother. He was scared, not knowing what would happen to her. Who would help her with the chores? Who would protect her? "I miss her."

"Afraid to lose her…I think."

The Tatooine native narrowed his eyes slightly in anger at the little green Jedi. While not entirely correct, he was mostly right. To have his fear… his weakness laid bare to these twelve strangers, was shameful. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Everything. Fear is the path to the dark side… fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering."

"I am not afraid!" Anakin said forcefully.

"A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind." Sadness crept into the green Jedi's voice, "I sense much fear in you."

"I am not afraid," the statement was quiet, as if Anakin was trying to convince himself more than those eleven Masters that had laid his soul bare to the world and the one who had silently comforted him.

Yoda nodded, "Then continue, we will."

The council meeting in which Anakin's fate within the Order was to be decided was drawing to a close. There were many votes for and against Anakin's admittance into the Order, but, with one vote left to be cast, the council was nearly deadlocked: Mace Windu, Ki-Adi Mundi, Depa Billaba, Eeth Koth, and Oppo Rancisis against the boy's admittance, and Yoda, Yaddle, Yarael Poof, Saesee Tiin, Jocasta Nu, and Plo Koon demanding that the boy be given a chance. In fact, there had not been such a division within the Jedi High Council about the admittance of a Padawan since Yoda was admitted at the age of eleven. While some had used Yoda's admittance as precedent, the diminutive Master pointed out that he had been trained since the age of five by a Thisspian Jedi Knight who had put himself under self-exile.

The decision came down to the most senior of the Jedi High Council: Grand Master Haa Ri, the Jedi Sorcerer.

The Togruta rarely spoke when present in the High Council, usually passing judgment with a solemn nod or shake of his head. Today, however, this was not the case.

The Togruta Grand Master stared into space, deep in thought. Gradually, an emerald glow crept over his eyes, startling a number of the High Council. Few had ever witnessed the Grand Master's active divination through the Force. Of those present, only Yoda, Yaddle, and Yarael Poof, his former Padawans, had witnessed this act of Sorcery.

To the Council, the world around them, the time around them, seemed to blur. Phantasms passed before their eyes like wraiths. Revan. The destruction of the Great Jedi Library. The Sith Academy on Korriban. Darth Bane. The Great Hyperspace War. Bastila Shan. The ancient, legendary Order of True Jedi. All these apparitions and many more blurred in front of them: past and possible future.

The Masters who were more adept in the intricacies of the ways of the Force felt the distortion of the world around them resonate with the power of the Temporal Force. They realized what the Grand Master was doing and stared at him in awe, barely noticing the phantasms of time flashing before their eyes.

For all intents and purposes, the Grand Master died. He allowed himself to be bodily absorbed into the Force while simultaneously using the Force to halt the progression of time. For some of the Masters present, that frozen instant of time felt to only be a second, for others it felt like they were caught in the never ending cycle of eternity. Throwing himself into time itself, Haa Ri viewed the many paths of that the future may take, trying to find the path that would lead to the least amount of bloodshed.

Before becoming insane through viewing the many paths that the future could take, Harry Potter pulled himself back to the High Council Chamber, back to the frozen instant of time. He remembered his many lives, his repetitive reincarnation upon his death. He remembered those accursed Hallows and unwillingly becoming the Master of Death. This was the only reason why he was able to return from the ebb and flow of time. He was able to overcome the great void between life and death. To die was simple. One must only throw one's self into the void that lies outside of the corporeal reality. But the ability to come back, that was Harry's unique gift.

Having completely reformed his own being, what made Harry Potter Harry Potter, he set himself to reforming the body given to him in this reincarnation, atom by atom, cell by cell. Finally, after a monumental amount of effort, he finished rebuilding the body of Haa Ri, Jedi Grand Master. He was glad to be back in corporeal form. While it had felt like only a few seconds, he had experienced hundreds of years of the possible future.

Harry closed his eyes, allowing the flow of time to return to normal. He could hear the labored breathing of some of the Council members as they tried to overcome what they had just experienced. He took a few moments for the Council to compose themselves before he opened his eyes and addressed them.

"My friends, I have peered into the future and have seen horrible things. This boy is the point upon which the future rests. In many futures, I have seen this boy taken into the full Order, only to betray us and cause our downfall. In others, I have seen this Council casting out the boy. This action will only bring our downfall upon us faster, for if we do not train him, the Sith will. In one future, I have seen the Order slaughter the boy, due to what I am telling you now, but it will make no difference. The Sith would still prevail." Harry looked around the Council Chamber to see the looks of horror on the Master's faces from the thought that the Council would knowingly order the execution of a nine year old boy.

"There is one future that I have seen that is incomplete. This path leads to a choice that he must make upon his own. If he chooses the path of the Sith, he will bring about the destruction of the Order just as surely as the other possible futures. If he chooses the path of the Jedi, it will be the only hope for the survival of this Order."

"What is this path you are talking about? You have already stated that this Order is doomed if we accept the boy, doomed if we don't, and doomed if we outright kill him! What other option is there?" Harry wasn't surprised that Windu had come out in opposition to his Sorcery. He had always had one of the largest egos in the Order. When it had come time for him to be taken as a Padawan, Windu had felt that he had the right to be trained by Haa Ri. After a month of not being taken as a Padawan, he had confronted Harry, demanding that the Grand Master train him. After Harry gently told young Windu that his pride was the reason why he hadn't taken him as a Padawan, Windu had tried to oppose him at every turn, trying to show that the Grand Master was not as great as he was lauded.

"The one path that I have seen is the same one that I have taken. Skywalker's emotions are what will bring the downfall of the Order. The only way that this Order can be saved is if the boy learns to control his emotions," Harry held up a hand to stop Windu, who had opened his mouth to interrupt him, "The current Order does not teach the control of one's emotions. It teaches the removal of them. It is in the current Jedi Code that 'There is no emotion, there is peace'. What Skywalker needs to be taught is the Sorcerer's Code, 'There is emotion, yet peace'." The Masters looked at Harry with shocked expressions on their face. Yes, he had taught Force techniques, but never before had he proposed to fully train a Padawan as a Sorcerer.

When they called Anakin back into the council chamber, the small boy took up his spot in the center of the ring of Masters, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi standing just behind him. Haa Ri caught the boy's anxious gaze and held it, giving Anakin a small smile. The boy visibly relaxed. While Ri knew that the upcoming discussion would cause the Tatooine native to become nervous about his fate, he knew that what was about to be said was not only for Anakin's benefit, but also Qui-Gon's.

Mace Windu began, as was his right as Master of the High Council, "Master Jinn, while we have made our decision and nothing you say will change that ruling, we wish to know your view on the matters as they stand. So I ask you, why do think that this boy should be admitted into the Jedi Order?"

Jinn thought for a moment before answering, "I believe he was the one who was prophesized about."

Yoda asked the hanging question, "Think that why do you?"

"When I ran a midi-chlorian scan on his blood, the tests came back off the charts. When I followed the parabolic reading by hand, the count appeared to land between twenty-one and twenty-two thousand, higher than any previous recording. Upon seeing this, I asked his mother about his heritage. From what I gather, he had no father. I believe he was conceived by midi-chlorians."

"While it may be possible," said Oppo Rancisis in a high voice with a slight hiss, "that the boy could have been conceived by midi-chlorians, I must correct you on the fact that the boy's midi-chlorian is not the highest recorded within the Jedi Order."

If the occasion had not been so serious, a few of the High Council would have laughed at the absolute look of shock that came over Jinn's face, the normally unflappable Jedi's jaw practically resting on the floor. He was finally able to stutter out, "W-who?"

Together, the council shifted their gaze to Harry, who sighed and spoke, "I have a midi-chlorian count of twenty-six thousand, four hundred."

Jinn stared in shock at the Togruta. He knew that there were rumors within the Order that there was a gap between the powers of the High Council and those of Grand Master Ri, but he never thought that it was so great. Yoda, whose midi-chlorian count was somewhere around seventeen thousand, was the second highest of the council. He wondered if the reason the Togruta (who naturally only lived for ninety years) master had lived over a millennium was because of his tie to the Force, not his Sorcery, as many speculated.

Harry continued, "Remember, Master Jinn, that midi-chlorians do not denote extreme skill or power. They only represent the potential to have a great connection to the Force. In my time on this Council, I have seen powerful Jedi that have had relatively small midi-chlorian counts and have seen Knights with high counts who do not tap their potential. If only looking at his midi-chlorian count and your suspicions regarding his heritage, the council would have decided to treat the boy as any other who applies to the Order at such a late date. We would not accept him into the teachings of the Order. Since-" The Togruta was cut off as Jinn interrupted him.

"Then I shall train the boy!" The ancient master held up a hand to stop Jinn before he could continue tirade.

"That shall not be necessary. As I was saying, since we have other factors that weigh upon this decision, we have made provisions for his training. Because his emotions have already started to take hold upon his mind and decision making ability, we will give him probationary training. I shall take Anakin as my Padawan and train him as a Sorcerer." At this Jinn face, once more, contorted into a look of shock. "I have seen the repercussions that would arise from the normal Jedi training, or, the Force forbid, the refusal of this Council to train him. This way, he would be allowed to develop his emotions, for emotions fuel sorcery, but, through the training, he will be able to master his emotions as the Order of True Jedi did. This was the reason I was admitted into the Jedi Order over a thousand years ago at the age of seventeen, I had ordered my emotions to a point where I had absolute control. After the boy's training has ended, he will appear before this council again to be tested for his full admittance into the Order."

"Come in!" Harry heard from inside his new Padawan's quarters.

The Grand Master activated the door release and entered the spartan room. For a moment, he was confused. The room was empty. It wasn't until he made a second, closer inspection of the room that he found Anakin. Two small feet could be seen poking out from the tight space between the floor and the small cot which sat in the corner of the room. Sitting down on the floor near Anakin's feet, Harry could hear Anakin rustling around for something.

"Why are you under the bed?" Anakin's answer filtered up from his hiding place.

"Obi-Wan said that every one of Master Ri's Padawans have lived in this room! Supposedly they all carved their names somewhere in here. I'm trying to find them all," While he knew of the tradition of his former Padawans, he hadn't realized that the legend would trickle down to Anakin so quickly. He held back a chuckle as it struck him that the boy didn't realize who he was talking to.

"So how many of my Padawan's names have you found so far?" He couldn't help a smile creeping onto his face.

"I've only found Master Poof's so far, but I…" he trailed off as he realized what Harry had just said. Scrambling out of his place under the bed, Anakin jumped to his feet and gave the slight bow that was the traditional greeting of a Padawan to a Master, something Obi-Wan must have taught him.

"Come on, Anakin. Sit down," Harry patted the floor next to him. Hesitantly, Anakin took a seat. Harry could feel his anxiety.

"What's wrong, Anakin?" The boy looked at his hands in his lap.

"Nothing, Sir" Anakin's voice was muted slightly, embarrassed that his nervousness was so easily detectable.

"Anakin, look at me," The tone was calm and gentle, but it left no room for argument. The boy looked up at Harry and was immediately caught by that piercing emerald gaze. "One of the first rules of a Padawan-Master relationship is that we do not lie to one another. There will be some times when you will have to put your life in my hands and others where I will put my life in yours. We cannot afford any lack of trust in one another. So…. I'll ask you again. What's wrong?"

Anakin looked indecisive for a moment before muttering something under his breath.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Are you going to turn me into a womprat?" Anakin's voice relayed his fear.

Harry couldn't help himself, he let out a chuckle.

"Why would you think that I would turn you into something?"

"Obi-Wan said that you were, like, the most powerful Jedi ever. He said to never get you mad, or I would regret it." Harry furrowed his brow.

"Anakin, as my Padawan, I could never be truly angry at you. Disappointed yes, but never angry. It is true that I have lost my temper a few times on the battlefield over the years, but those times were few and far between. Besides, why would I be angry at you? You've done nothing wrong." Anakin opened his mouth to say something but, pausing for a moment, seemed to reconsider what he was going to say.

"Yes, Master Ri, I have done something wrong."

Harry was skeptical that this was the case. He hadn't been in the Temple for a full day yet. The boy had not even attended his first class.

"Jedi aren't supposed to have emotions… Obi-Wan said so. I was afraid during the Council meeting and I still am."

The Jedi Grand Master looked down at his young Padawan, his eyes sad. The boy had gone back to staring down at his hands in his lap.

"Yes, that is true. Jedi aren't supposed to acknowledge their emotions, but I'll let you in on a little secret," Anakin looked up at his master with questioning eyes, "While they aren't supposed to acknowledge their emotions, they still have them," Harry smiled down at the surprised look on the boy's face, "Emotion is a part of life. It is what defines the purpose one uses the Force," A mischievous smile graced the Togruta's face, "Between you and me," Harry whispered conspiringly, "Master Yoda has never returned to Tatooine since I took him there when he was my Padawan because of his irrational fear of Womprats." Anakin's face lit up with mirth and he let out a muted giggle.

"Besides, Anakin, I will not be training you only as a Jedi… by the time I'm done with you, you'll also be a Sorcerer!" The boy's eyes went wide and he slumped back against the side of his bed in surprise.

The ever-present Coruscant wind whipped over the small platform at the top of the Jedi Temple's Central Tower. Harry looked down at his meditating Padawan.

Well, Anakin was supposed to be meditating. Harry could practically feel the boy vibrating with excitement. Today was his first lesson in actual sorcery. The Master and Padawan had spent the past three months that Anakin had lived at the Jedi Temple going over the ordering of a Sorcerer's emotions. It had taken the entirety of those three months to realize that it was natural to fear, to love, to hate, and to mourn. The next (and most difficult) step was to help Anakin develop an iron will to govern these emotions. It was only then that Harry would actually start to allow Anakin to perform sorcery. Today was just an introduction of what Sorcery was and what it could do.

Holding back a smile, Harry decided that he had tormented his Padawan long enough.

"Open your eyes, Anakin. It is time to begin our lesson." The boy's eyelids shot open, his face instantly morphing from a visage of fake tranquility to being plastered with authentic excitement.

"Alright, let's begin with a question: What is the difference between the ways Jedi and Sorcerers use the Force?" Anakin paused to think for a moment, apparently apprehensive, thinking that this was a trick question.

"I don't know sir." Harry nodded. At least the boy had been broken of making wild guesses when he didn't know something.

"While Jedi's manipulate the Force directly, Sorcery hinges upon the interactions between the Force and the rest of reality. Jedi's use the Force to levitate a stone," Harry lifted his hand and a surprised Anakin floated into the air. Gently replacing him on his meditation cushion, Harry continued, "Sorcerers use the Force to interact with the stone, forcing the stone to levitate itself." Without moving, the Togruta caused Anakin to lift into the air. Harry knew that Anakin could feel that Harry was not using the Force to lift him. Slowly, Anakin floated back to the ground.

"The Force, based upon its intent, is purely neutral. It is within intent that the Jedi and the Sith find their differences. The Jedi intend to use the force to serve and protect others, while the Sith intend to use the Force for personal gain. While Sorcery also follows a distinction due to intention, it is not necessarily as clear as Jedi or Sith.

"The act of Sorcery does not change whether your intentions are pure or not. Two different Sorcerers may commit the same act of magic, yet may be classified differently: one Jedi, one Sith," Harry rose to his feet, preparing to demonstrate for his young Padawan. "One might use flames to destroy and conquer," the Togruta raised his arm, his palm pointed to the heavens. Anakin jumped and scrambled backwards until his back bumped against the railing separating the observation platform from the five hundred foot drop that lay just a few inches away when a pillar of flames leapt from his Master's hand into the air. The boy stared in shock as the flames took form. Four great talon-laden claws swiped at invisible enemies. Two great fiery wings erupted from its back as it writhed in the air above the platform, the beast's fang-filled maw snapping at its possible prey. "Or, one may use the same flames to protect," Anakin could hear his Master perfectly over the roar of the fiery serpent above them. The boy watched in awe as the beast dissolved into threads of flame which proceeded to wrap around the platform until both Padawan and Master were surrounded by a solid glowing globe. Slowly, Harry let his flame shield fade and he addressed his Padawan once more.

"You could heal," Harry's hands started to glow. He moved them about in front of him, the appendages leaving trails of white light in their wake, "or you could crush someone's heart within their chest." The Grand Master clenched his hands into fists, the white light taking on the pearlescent sheen that was usually indicative of some type of speeder fuel. Harry drew upon his Legilimancy training from his first life, his original life.

"You can perceive thoughts," the words rang out in Anakin's mind. He could only stand back and wait as he felt his master flit through some of his more recent memories, "or you can deceive the senses." There was a flash of bright light. When the boy had blinked away the spots from his vision, his Togruta Master had been replaced with a human teenager who couldn't have been older than eighteen. Despite the messy inky black hair and the odd goggle-like contraptions that sat upon the human's nose, Anakin immediately saw his Master in those vivid emerald eyes. With another flash of light, his master was back.

"It is the intent for which we use our Sorcery that distinguish us from the Sith Sorcerers of old. Our intentions, the intentions of the Jedi, are to bring peace to the world. As Sorcerers, we do not use our powers for personal gain, just as Jedi do not manipulate the Force to further their own personal ends. Any questions, Anakin?"

The Padawan was thrown for a loop by abrupt question. He nodded almost immediately. His problem was he didn't know which question to ask first. Harry used the time Anakin had taken to think to settle back down onto his meditation mat.

"Why did you pick me to be a Sorcerer?" Now it was the Master's turn to be thrown for a loop. Of all the things he could have asked: the spell names; how do you actually manipulate magic; how will he know if he falls to the dark side; how does he avoid the dark side; hell, most boys his age would probably have asked when he would be able to learn how to do what Harry had just done. But no, the boy had to have asked the most complicated question of all.

"There are a lot of reasons. At first, it was because I Saw that I would," Anakin didn't disappoint Harry when he adopted an expected confused expression, "While I am the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, many people do not know that I hold another position of great esteem within the Jedi Order. I also hold the title of Jedi Prophet. In the thousands of years the Jedi Order has been in existence, there have only been two: myself and another Jedi whose name has been lost to time long ago. While she just saw moments in time in the distant future (as opposed to the more common Jedi Seers, who have no control over what and when the See), I can actively search through each individual future to find one that has the best results." Anakin realized that he should get used to the feeling of awe that his Master inspired because he had a hunch that it would be a common occurrence when he was in the Togruta's presence.

Harry looked his Padawan firmly in the eye and Anakin couldn't look away, even if he wanted to. It was labor enough just to blink.

"When the High Council was voting whether you would be able to be admitted to the order, I looked into the future. I saw the most desirable path was that I should take you as a Padawan," Harry saw Anakin open his mouth, probably to ask what he had Seen, but the Master stopped him with a raised hand, "No, I will not tell you what I Saw. Usually when those who cannot see the future, know their own future, they unwittingly doom themselves." Anakin took this in stride and just nodded, looking slightly put out. Harry could feel the disappointment roll off of him, not only from not learning his future, but also because he thought that that was the only reason he had become Haa Ri's Padawan. It was not because of his skills or personality, it was because it was more preferable than not taking him as a Padawan with regards to the future.

"I said that this was the first reason, not that this was the only, or even main reason." Anakin looked up, "I Saw your life: your past, present and possible futures. In every possible future, I Saw that you were powerful, you were skilled, you had potential to be a great Jedi if you could be taught a way to control your emotions, instead of trying to ignore them like the rest of the Jedi," Harry gave his Padawan a warm smile, "But, most importantly, I somewhat saw myself in you," the boy's face lit up, "You were strong enough to stand up to bullies, no matter how big they were. You stayed steadfast and loyal to your loved ones and tried to protect them in the best way that he could."

Anakin seemed extremely satisfied with the answer.

"Any other questions, Anakin?" He nodded quickly.

"Will I be able to do all of those spell thingies and when will I start to learn magic?" With this question, the boy was actually bouncing up and down on his meditation cushion.

Harry laughed.

"Maybe. You may be able to do all the spells I showed you, or you may not. You must remember, Anakin, I've been practicing Sorcery for over a thousand years, and I am still learning. You may pick up some spells very quickly, but others, you may never be able to cast. There will probably be magic that you will be able to do that I will never be able to master, even if I had a million years to practice, not just a millennium." The slight sadness that had crept over Anakin upon the mention of the possibility that he may not be able to complete some of the spells dissipated when he had added that the boy could master spells his Master couldn't even perform, "As to the second part of your question, it may be a while before I will allow you to practice a spell. You must have complete and utter control of your emotions, or a simple spell could consume and destroy you. You must always be in control of your magic and never allow it to take control of you." Anakin opened his mouth, about to protest, but the Togruta cut him off. "I will not budge on this, Anakin. I do not want you lose you. Even with supervision, if you can't control your own feelings absolutely, how do you expect to control every single law that governs this reality at once through the Force to perform Magic." Anakin nodded in acquiescence.

"This does not mean I will not allow you to experience Magic. Until the time when you are ready to start casting, you will be learning the reality of the spells themselves. There is a lot more to Sorcery than 'point and shoot'," Harry took on a slightly mischievous grin, "I hope you are good with number," he said, thinking of the Arithmancy program he had designed for Force Sorcery.

Harry clapped his hands together in front of him, rubbing them together in anticipation. He gave his Padawan an excited grin.

"Now that the boring lecture is over, it's time for the fun part!" Harry leapt up from his cushion and moved to grab a bag that had been hanging on the railing around the platform, unnoticed by Anakin until now. The boy just looked up at his master, slightly confused (again, this was another emotion that the Tatooine native had come to associate with Grand Master Haa Ri's company).

Bag in hand, Harry turned back to his Padawan.

"You didn't think I brought you up her just to lecture and show you a few tricks, did you?" Anakin shrugged and his Master grinned at him, showing slightly pointed teeth. Harry pulled what looked to be a harness from the bag and tossed it to his Padawan, along with a pair of speeder goggles.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was sparing with some of the other Jedi Trials candidates in the gardens on top of the Jedi Temple, near the base of the Central Tower. It had been two and a half months since his Master had been killed on Naboo by a Dathomirian Zabrak Sith Lord named Darth Maul. Thankfully, Obi-Wan was able to avenge Master Qui-Gon Jinn's death by killing the same Sith Lord minutes later. After returning from liberating Naboo from the Trade Federation's blockade, Kenobi's name had been put down for the upcoming Jedi Trials. When not training Anakin Skywalker, Haa Ri had helped Kenobi prepare for the trials. While Obi-Wan was extremely thankful for the Grand Master's help, it was not the same. He still missed his old Master.

But those were not the thoughts Obi-Wan Kenobi dwelled on now. Instead, his attention was focused on the Trial candidate he was sparring with, an abnormally tall and strong Miraluka named Sharka Mast wielding twin lightsabers with skill.

Stab. Slice. Parry. Parry. Block. Kick. Flip backwards. Force push. Jumping flip over his opponent. Stab. Slice. Slash. Ankle shot. Force levitate a nearby planter to intercept Mast's thrown lightsaber. Block. Block. Block.

Kenobi was getting tired. They had been sparing for the past half an hour, neither of them gaining the upper hand. While they were matched in skill, Mast's large size gave him an edge when it came to stamina. Slowly, Kenobi was tiring and the worst part was, Mast knew it. Kenobi needed to do something unorthodox to catch the Miraluka off guard. He didn't know Mast personally, the near-human having been a Padawan to a Jedi Watcher of some distant, Outter Rim sector. That only left species weaknesses, and Miralukans didn't have many.

While physically blind, Miralukans could see and navigate using the Force. Any Force-Sensitive being stood out to them like a Rancor in a group of Dugs. Normally, Miralukans were short of stature, relying on their Force abilities more than their natural strength. However, due to Mast's hard apprenticeship in the Outter Rim and his abnormal height, this weakness didn't apply. That was about it. Miralukans had excellent hearing and sense of smell.

'If they weren't so Force sensitive,' thought Kenobi, 'this would be so much easi- THAT'S IT!' He practically cheered himself in his mind. Still trying to dodge Mast's strikes, Kenobi gathered as much force energy as he could, compressing it into the smallest amount of space possible. Barely jumping out of his opponent's reach, Kenobi shot the small ball of force energy at the Miraluka's eyes. Due to the amount of energy packed into the small sphere, Mast clamped his hands over his eyes with a cry of pain as his Force sensitivity practically blinded him.

Seeing his chance, Obi-Wan ducked under Mast's nonexistent guard and quickly disarmed him. Mast, his vision returning to him with the 'sight' of a lightsaber, inches away from his forehead, submitted. Breathing heavily, the sights and sounds from the world around him slowly came into focus. Oddly enough, apart from the clash of lightsabers from the sparring around them, the only other major sound was an unfamiliar flapping noise, periodically punctuated by an excited "Yiiiiiiiipeeeeee!" Looking around, he couldn't find the source of the strange noise… that was, until he looked up.

There, plummeting towards the group of Trial candidates at breakneck speeds was the Grand Master, holding his Padawan to his chest tightly. Obi-Wan Kenobi only had time to think, "Not this again!" before his brain forced him into action. He was the only Padawan in this group of candidates that had been mainly trained at the Jedi Temple. The others wouldn't know how to react to this situation.

"HIT THE DECK!" Kenobi yelled as loud as he was able.

Obedient Padawans that they were, knowing an authoritative command when they heard one, they all dropped flat to the ground.

The Togruta pulled up at the last moment, practically making midair ninety degree turn, now flying at the same level that the Padawans' heads had been at not a few moments before. The Grand Master pulled up slightly, barely missing the top of one of the trees. Abruptly, Ri pulled up, now completely vertical. The Padawans watched in awe as the Master went through aerial acrobatics that would have made even the most experienced starfighter pilot nauseous.

Suddenly, in a move that had all of the candidates holding their breath, the Grand Master turned in midair and seemed to accelerate past freefall speeds towards the ground. The Padawans (Kenobi included) expected the Togruta to pull off another spectacular turn like the one he had done over their heads. Their excitement turned to horror as the Grand Master did not turn, but instead plowed headfirst into the ground at full speed.

As soon as the Master had seemed to hit the ground, his body had exploded into green smoke. Running to the scene of the crash, they waited for the smoke to clear, hoping against all hope that the Grand Master was still alive.

Instead of dissipating, the smoke congealed, slowly forming an outline of a Togruta. Eventually, the edges of the smoke burned away in the strong Coruscant sun. There was the Grand Master, not a scratch on him. His Padawan was attached to some sort of harness that clipped to something in Ri's robes, his legs not even touching the ground. The boy's face seemed to be frozen in an unintelligible pose.

Harry took one look at the stupefied Trial candidates and let out a series of barking laughs. This seemed to shock Anakin out of whatever had overtaken him.

"WHOOO HOOOO!" he yelled, "Can we do that again? Can we, Master Ri? Can we?" The boy was literally bouncing in his harness, his feet still not reaching the ground.

A/N #1: OK, so tell me how you like it. Please, no flames for not having Anakin go back to Naboo. Since I am starting in the middle of the first movie, I felt that there wouldn't be much point for Anakin to go back with Harry. The only reason he went back in the movie was because Qui-Gon Jinn took him as a second Padawan. Don't worry, Anakin will see Padme again, in fact, I plan for him to see more of her than what happened in the movies.

A/N #2: I'm going to warn you now. The next couple of chapters will be episodes during Anakin's training. They will be jumping a couple of years each time, so I will tell you how old he is at the start of the chapter. Mostly, this story will cover Episode II, the Clone Wars series, and Episode III.

A/N #3: If you like this premise of Harry's Master of Death reincarnation in different worlds, I have other crossovers for HP x Dune, Eragon, and Lord of the Rings. All three stories can be found on my profile page.