Obi-Wan's home in the middle of nowhere, was small, but it seemed to have everything one would need. There was a raised platform that looked as it served as a kitchen, and there was a cellar underneath the first floor. Harry looked around as he entered, looking at some things he couldn't even begin to describe. While the hovel looked simple, it was filled with things that were more technologically advanced than he had ever seen in his life. Obi-Wan pointed to stool in the middle of the main room and Harry gratefully took a seat. Every muscle in his body seemed to be throbbing and it felt deliriously good to not be moving. He decided that he would worry about his physical wellbeing before he even started to consider his mental state-that, he wasn't even remotely prepared for.

Obi-Wan walked up to the raised platform in the hovel for a minute before returning with a large cup of water. Harry received it thankfully and ingested it as quickly as he could. There was an awkward silence for several minutes as Harry watched his host move around, taking off his outer dark robe to reveal a tannish tunic, pants, and dark brown boots. Around his waste was also a dark brown belt, to which was clipped the weapon that he had previously yielded. Obi-Wan hung his robe, and then came over and took a seat across from Harry.

"So, you say you're a wizard." Obi-Wan started, breaking the silence. "What exactly does that mean where you come from?"

Harry cleared his throat, "Well, it just means that we have the ability to use magic. We cast spells, brew potions, the usual I guess."

"Hmm," Obi-Wan responded, "and how exactly does one use their magic? What's the source of it?"

"I'm not really sure how well I can explain that," Harry noted. "I wasn't ever one for magical theory, although I have a close friend who could probably give you a long lecture on it. We use wands to perform spells. They all have some sort of magical object on the inside, usually from a magical creature."

Obi-Wan looked at him curiously. "So are you saying that the source of a wizard's magic is the wand itself, or is it internal to the wizard?"

"No, because where I come from, you're born with the ability to do magic or born without it. One person could pick up a wand and have absolutely nothing happen, and another could pick it up and create an explosion if they wanted to."

"Which means that something inside your body's makeup creates the potential and the wand simply serves as a means to focus your abilities." Obi-Wan reasoned. "Do you have your wand with you? Could you show me how it works?"

Harry shook his head in frustration. "Unfortunately, my original wand was broken, and the wand that I replaced it with I broke on the way here. I'm a pretty useless wizard at the moment."

"So you are completely dependent on a wand to manifest the magic? Is it always necessary to have a focus for your power?"

"I really don't know for sure." Harry said, rubbing at the stubble on his face. "I mean, as children we have bouts of what everyone refers to as accidental magic. That usually occurs when we can't control our emotions. Once I was being chased while running on the ground and suddenly ended up on the roof of a building. I've heard stories from others as well that have had even worse things happen."

"And how do you get children to stop doing this?"

"We go to school at age eleven. We get our wands and go to boarding school for seven years of education, and then I guess the accidental magic just stops. That's my best guess at least. Like I said, I was never the best student."

Obi-Wan looked intrigued at Harry's comments. "So what you are saying is that from the time you are born until you get a wand, your magic manifests itself outwardly without the use of a wand. That would seem to implicate that it is possible to use it without the wand itself, and the wand merely serves as a focus. It could certainly be that if you never began using the wand itself that one such as yourself could learn to focus your abilities without the need for an exterior focus. Sort of like tricking your body into believing it needs the wand."

Harry needed a moment to digest some of that information. What he said made sense logically. He'd certainly seen powerful wizards such as Dumbledore and Voldemort do things without the use of a wand. And there were other aspects of magical ability that were completely internal, based on mental intent. He knew firsthand, that McGonagall, Sirius, and even that pest Rita Skeeter could manipulate their magic in a way to turn themselves into animals. Even apparation was based on will alone and not based on wand waving. "So you believe it's possible to retrain myself to be able to perform magic without possessing a wand anymore?"

"Oh, I have every reason to believe so Harry," Obi-Wan said confidently.

"And that reason would be..."

"The reason is that I am a Jedi, a Force user. I've spent my entire life training myself to use a power that a normal person can't feel or see."

"You said you were a Jedi outside, but what exactly does that mean. It's something that I've never heard of before, and I have seen a lot of strange things in my life."

Obi-Wan straightened his back and took a deep breath as if preparing himself for something difficult. "The Jedi Order was an organization that was around for around twenty-five thousand years. We have always been protectors of the Galactic Republic. We served as peacekeepers, negotiators, and on many occasions we have served as a military force on behalf of the Republic. Fighting is never our main directive, and only a last resort, but unfortunately it is necessary more times than not."

"And what exactly is the Force?" Harry asked.

"The Force is not a simple thing to explain," Obi-Wan began. "It is essentially an energy field that runs through all living things. That said, certain people are more physically attuned to the Force, and with practice can manipulate it to their will. A Jedi's life is dedicated to learning to understand this power and not abusing it."

"How does one know if they have the ability?" Harry inquired.

"There are microscopic organisms called midi-chlorians that exist in all living things. Those with higher numbers of midi-chlorians are better able to feel the force and to use it. The Jedi would identify those at a very young age who had Force potential to be brought to one of the Jedi Temples or academies to be trained."

"Is that the only way one could receive training?"

Obi-Wan looked disgruntled at that question. "It is the overwhelming norm," he answered quickly. "However, there have been extraordinary circumstances where those older have been trained, to mixed results. The Order was always reluctant to train those older as it took so much time to understand the key tenants of being a Jedi, such as self-discipline and self-control. Even more, Jedi are supposed to avoid emotional attachment, and older children have usually already gained significant connections to others that are difficult to let go. A baby will have no such connection."

"So no wives or husbands or children?" Harry asked. "That sounds like a difficult life to live."

"We gave up all in service to the Force and to the Republic," Obi-Wan responded solemnly. "It is a difficult thing to bear, and I myself have had my discipline tested on multiple occasions. However, I fear that our Order's ignorance of attachment has ultimately led to our ruin. We spent too much time looking at the bigger picture instead of the details."

"You talk as if the Jedi are gone?' Harry felt the need to point out. Obi-Wan seemed to be drifting into the past tense.

"We are not gone, but we have been savaged beyond any simple repair," Obi-Wan managed to say with great pain. "Over the past years I have lost more friends and comrades then I am able to comprehend. I have been forced into exile and unfortunately, I must take the blame for that."

"How are you to blame?"

"It was my former apprentice who brought death and destruction to Jedi Temple on Coruscant. While he was still my apprentice he fell in love with a woman and ended up marrying her. I knew of his feelings for the woman, and I was too insensitive to them, just told him to be mindful of his responsibilities. I was more a disciplinarian than a mentor."

"What happened to him?"

"He betrayed us. The Order was unaware that a Sith Lord had risen to become Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. My apprentice, Anakin, became friends with him from an early age and the Sith planted ideas into his head. Anakin became obsessed with the idea that his wife would die in childbirth and the Sith Lord promised him a power that would allow him to save his wife, if Anakin were to become his apprentice. Needless to say, Anakin fell prey to his emotions and turned to the Dark Side of the Force. He led soldiers into the temple and devastated it. His fear for his wife led him to slaughter small children and ones who he had called friend."

"What about Anakin's wife?"

"Padme died in childbirth just like Anakin dreamed. Except that it was he who killed her and not the childbirth. He brought truth to his own visions."

"How did he kill her?" Harry asked, at this point deeply immersed in Obi-Wan's tale.

"After he attacked the Temple, he was sent away by the Dark Lord to kill certain people on the planet Mustafar. Padme knew where he was going, but refused to tell me, for fear I would kill him. I stowed away aboard her ship and confronted Anakin when we landed. Unfortunately, Anakin believed that Padme and I had plotted against him and he used the Force to choke her. She was heavily pregnant at the time as well. Anyway, I tried to talk to him, but the Dark Side had corrupted his mind beyond reason at that point. We fought, and I struck him a serious blow because of his arrogance. When I walked away from him he no longer had legs and he was burned beyond recognition. He's not dead," Obi-Wan quickly stated, predicting the next question to leave Harry's mouth. "I thought he was. When I walked away I thought I had killed someone who was like a brother to me. However, I later found out that he still lived, only by the grace of machines. The Sith have turned the Republic into an Empire, and rule by force. The Jedi have been labeled criminals and are hunted. Anaking goes by the name Darth Vader now, and I can tell you that he very much would love to find me. It is one of the reasons I am in exile."

"Is there another one?"

"His children," Obi-Wan replied. "His twin children survived and were separated to be kept away from Vader. He does not know that they exist, and we hope to keep it that way. A family on another planet adopted the daughter, and the son is here with Anakin's relatives where I can keep an eye on him until he is ready to be trained. The Jedi Order must carry on, and it is my responsibility to see that it does."

"If Vader has family here, how do you know he won't come here?" Harry asked.

"They are not close family. It is a stepbrother I believe. There are other things that I am sure will keep him away as well. This was the place where he and his mother were born into slavery. It's the place where he first met his wife. It's the place where his mother was kidnapped and murdered. There are enough painful memories here to detract him from looking too closely."

They again sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Harry thought if anyone else could relate to a crazy life it was definitely Obi-Wan. That was when Harry remembered another comment that the Jedi had made outside. "Excuse my question if it's too painful, but you mentioned before something about a prophecy. How is that relevant to your story?"

"What you have to understand is that since the beginning, there has been a constant struggle between the Jedi and the Sith, Light Side Force users versus those who rely on their emotions to give them power. Many wars have been fought between us and many have died as a result. A prophecy was made that there would be a chosen one who would come and bring balance to the force, that would defeat the Dark Side of the Force, and restore it to what it was meant to be, to a harmonious existence. My former Master encountered Anakin on Tatooine when Anakin was a boy. My Master, who believed in the prophecy, discovered that Anakin had one of the highest midi-chlorian counts that had ever been measured. Anakin was brought before the Jedi Council, but they refused to allow his training because he was too old. Master Qui-Gon was stubborn, and before he died at the hands of a Sith, made me promise to train the boy. I did so and failed, and Anakin destroyed the Jedi."

"I hate to bring this up, but I find this whole thing incredibly beyond coincidence," Harry started, not able to control his train of thought. "Like I told you, I was the subject of my own prophecy where I'm from. I was also referred to as the Chosen One. And then I just don't understand how in the world that I ended up on a different planet, in a different galaxy, right at your door. You, the person who was so involved in this whole course of events that you've just described with another prophecy also referring to the chosen one. I've always been one who relied on my instincts, and now they are telling me that this goes beyond some weird magical accident. Tell me if I'm crazy here," Harry finished, wanting desperately for someone to tell him what was going on. He was so sick and tired of being a plaything for whatever higher being controlled things.

For his part, Obi-Wan looked like he didn't know what to say. He just sat again, collecting his thoughts and serving to unnerve Harry even more than he already was. "It is odd," Obi-Wan commented, "I can't deny that. And it's even odder that you apparently have skills and powers that are so similar to those of a Jedi. I still have to say that I haven't seen them demonstrated yet, so I also won't deny my skepticism. What I can tell is that there is something different about you, and it is not related to the Dark Side. If I even suspected that, we would not be sitting here talking."

"So what does that mean for me now?"

"There are two philosophies as to how a Jedi should look at the force," Obi-Wan explained. "There is the Unifying view and the Living view. The Living Force focuses on the smaller details, the day-to-day events that you are confronted with. My Master always told me to focus on the Living Force, to trust my instincts. My instincts tell me you are here for a reason, and I think we should figure out what reason that is."

"Do you think you can help me access my magic again?" Harry requested. "I'm in a place completely unknown to me and I feel pretty defenseless at the moment."

"That will be our first step, but we won't stop there. It may be that whatever gives you your power will enable you to access the Force as well. You said that you were a person who relied on your instincts, but there could be more to it than that. If you want my help though, you have to be dedicated, you have to want it and recognize the sacrifice. Promise me that you will listen and trust what I say."

"I promise," Harry replied as serious as he could be, realizing that he had no other option.

"Good. And I'll promise to do better than I did with my first student. Now the first thing that we are going to work on is getting you to connect with the power inside you. It seems you've trained your magic to only react to your wand, now we need it to respond simply to your call, whenever that may be. Meditation is the key to a Jedi becoming in tune with the Force, so that will be our first lesson in this case as well. However, I also see that you are exhausted, so we will begin after you've had time to rest. In the mean time, practice trying to clear your thoughts."

Harry had to fight the urge to laugh at that comment, so similar to the instruction from those of his favorite Death Eater. In respect for the fact that Snape was dead, he kept it at bay. Obi-Wan gave him a set of clothing he could change into and set up a place for him sleep, allowing him to get rid of his scorched shirt and finally rest his body and mind. As he lay down, still extremely uncomfortable in this strange place called Tatooine, he was at least pleased to discover that without a piece of a dark wizard's soul inside ones head, it was much easier to fall asleep.