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This is a Harry Potter fanfiction/Star Wars cross-over where Harry is sorted into Ravenclaw, and has control over the Force
This is my first Fanfiction, so here goes

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Later in the day, around 2 PM, the doorbell rang. Harry went to open the door, and was not particularly surprised when he saw two strangely dressed people there. One was a man, tall, with a kindly look about him, shoulder length silver hair, and a long silver beard. The other was a woman, somewhat shorter, with a more streamlined face, a bit like a protective mother. Both looked formidable, and both had on robes and a hat, with the man's being silver based and the woman's a dark green

"Hello!" said Harry.

"Hello, you would be Mr. Potter?" said the man looking down at him.

"Yes"

"I am Headmaster Dumbledore, and this is Professor McGonagall. We are from-"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" Harry cut him off, "Yes, I've been expecting you. My mother left a note to be given to me on my 11th birthday that explained a few things." Harry replied to their questioning looks, but deciding not to mention the orb.

"Ah yes, Lily would think ahead like that" McGonagall said smiling, her hawk-like visage softening for a moment.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Harry?" his Uncle called from the living room. "Let them in!"

The laughter in his voice was obvious.

When the three of them got into the living room, Harry's Uncle was standing up ready to greet the guests.

"I'm sorry," he said with a smile, "Harry has a tendency to hold people up at the door."

"Oh it's quite all right," said Dumbledore, "Harry here is quite a fascinating little boy, I can already tell. I'm Headmaster Dumbledore."

"George and Petunia Rogers, pleased to meet you, and you are?"

"Professor McGonagall."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Ok," Dumbledore began,

"Now hold on," Harry's Uncle butted in, "how do we know that you're magic, how do we know there is magic? How can we trust y-"

He abruptly cut off as a cat appeared in the exact spot that McGonagall had been in a moment before.

"What, what?!"

"As you can tell, we are indeed magic, Professor McGonagall here also happens to be an Animagus, able to turn into an animal at will."

"What? But, but, you just broke just about every law of physics there is! The Law of the Conservation of Mass states that matter can neither be created nor destroyed, but she... she just turned into something at least a quarter of her mass!"

"Sir, I might remind you that we are talking of magic, although of course, I suppose I should tell you that in fact, she has broken no rules of physics at all. As your nephew will learn throughout his time at Hogwarts, all magic follows the rules, it just takes a few short cuts at times. This is typically covered by our Technomancy class, also known as Theory of Magic, but I can tell you now that what in fact happens when a transfiguration changes the amount of mass in an object, is that when mass goes up, the magic uses the air around it to gain mass, and when the mass goes down, it releases the extra mass as air." Dumbledore said all this with the air of a well practiced speech, but one that he enjoyed giving. "Harry will be able to write home throughout the year to explain various bits to you, if you, and he, so wishes."

"So," Dumbledore resumed, "I assume you already know the basics on Hogwarts," he paused and all three of them nodded. "Excellent! We can skip some of the introduction then. So, you already know who we are, and you know enough about Hogwarts, so here's Harry's admission letter," he paused to pull a vanilla envelope from his pocket that had been sealed with wax and impressed with a signet, "that contains the letter saying that Harry has been admitted to Hogwarts, along with the list of things he'll need for the year."

Harry's Uncle took a look at the supply list, and asked Dumbledore "Where is he going to get all of this? Most of it you'd be hard pressed to find even on the internet."
"There's a special spot in London where everything can be found, there'll be another of us coming to get Harry in a few days and take him shopping. You don't need to worry about funds, Harry will be able to provide them himself, or rather, his parents will. Along with him will be another student-to-be from the area."

"As it's Harry's birthday, we also brought him a few gifts."

Dumbledore got out a simple silver chain bracelet, "this bracelet has charms on it that are linked to a device in my office. As long as you're wearing it I will be able to know your location and physical state, i.e. perfectly fine, slightly wounded, heavily wounded, etc."

Harry's Uncle looked a little suspicious, "Why would you need to know all that? Is it a common happening, students getting carried off or being injured?"

"No, of course not, but Harry... Harry's a special case. As you should know from my letter all those years ago, Harry defeated a very evil wizard. In doing so he brought peace back to our world, but there are also still followers of that wizard in the world. Those who escaped justice, through one means or another, and they would have a definite wish to harm Harry. I assure you that he will be in the safest of places and that there is almost no chance of anything happening, but miracles happen, and sometimes they happen for people we do not wish them to."

Harry's uncle grunted, "that's his way of saying Ok." said Harry.

Three days later their doorbell rang again. This time it was a very large man indeed. Easily the size of three men, he wore a brown trench coat with all sorts of bulging pockets on it. He had brown hair and a big beard. "'Ello, I'm Hagrid."

He also had a large pink umbrella.

"Hello Hagrid, I'm Harry."

"Ah yes, I remember you from when you were jus' a babe..."

At Harry's surprised look he said "I'm the one tha' took you from your parents' house the nigh' they were murdered."

Just then Harry noticed another head peeking around Hagrid's coat.

As he let them in, Hagrid introduced her, for it was a girl, "This here's Hermione, she's also in your year, and Dumbledore figured tha' I migh' take you two shopping together."

So Hermione and Hagrid were introduced to Harry's Aunt and Uncle, and soon the three were off, heading to downtown London.

"So Hagrid... Where exactly will we find all this stuff?" asked Harry, "Dumbledore mentioned something about a 'Diagon Alley' but I've never heard of it before..."
"Well, tha's 'cause you'd 'a' been lookin' in muggle books and stuff," said Hagrid, "Diagon Alley is somethin' tha' Muggles just can' see. And the entrance..." he paused for a moment, "is righ' there."

Harry and Hermione both looked out the window.

"Hagrid... That's a pub..." Hermione said a little hesitantly.

"Well, that's just the entrance, come on."

They followed him into pub, where everyone seemed to know Hagrid.

"Hello Hagrid!" called out the barkeeper, "the usual?"

"Nah, I'm 'ere on Hogwarts business," he said patting Harry and Hermione.

"My lord... Is that Harry Potter?"

The pub gradually quieted as the news passed through the crowd that emHarry Potter/em was there.

Eventually there was a rather long line of people lined up to shake his hand (Hermione was rolling her eyes), and one person, a man named Daedalus Diggle, kept jumping back in line.

After a while Hagrid cleared his throat loudly and announced "Well, we've got to be goin' now. Still got all their shopping to do."

So Hagrid took them into the back, where they went through a door, into a small open courtyard with a trashcan in one corner.

"Um, Hagrid, why are we back here?"

"Well, I jus' have ter find the right block and... There we go, that ought ter do it!"

So saying, Hagrid tapped tapped one of the bricks with the tip of his umbrella, and the entire wall started rippling. Within a few seconds the center had rolled back, for lack of a better term, and there was now a graceful stone archway where before there was a wall.

"Diagon Alley, bigges' Wizardin' Shoppin' center in Europe! Used ter be the biggest in the world before the Yanks built theirs."

As he said this, Harry and Hermione took in the view of a very crowded street with lots of shops on either side of the street.

Just then something clicked for Harry in what Hagrid said. "Wait, there are wizards other places, too?"

"O' Course! Plenty of 'em over in America, but they're all over the place, so are Magical Schools, Hogwarts is the bigges', but the Yanks are comin' close."

With that thought in mind, the three of them set off down the street, apparently towards a huge, towering, white building at the end of it.

"Hagrid, what's that?" Harry asked.

This time it was Hermione who answered, "It's Gringotts, the Wizarding bank. It's run by goblins, and stores money for almost every wizarding family in Europe!"

Harry stared at her, "How on Earth did you know that?!"

She blushed, "I read a lot, and since I learned I was a witch, I've managed to get my hands on some books, that was covered in one of them."

"Yep!" said Hagrid, "and that's where we're going firs'. We have ter stop at Gringotts ter pull ou' some money for Harry, I've already got yours Hermione, and ter pull somethin' highly confidential for Dumbledore." As he said he puffed out his chest a little proudly.

Together they walked into Gringotts, and Harry's jaw dropped. "It's huge!"

And so it was, with a ceiling at least 80 feet above them, and the end of the hall several hundred yards ahead, it definitely classified as huge.

"Righ' this way," said Hagrid hurrying them towards a goblin a little ways away.

"We're here ter access Harry Potter's Vault, and then ter get you-know-what from Vault 179." He said the last part quietly, as though hoping that no one else would hear.

"I see," said the goblin, "and does Mister Potter have his key?"

"I've got it here somewhere..." Hagrid started digging around in the pockets on his coat. "Ah hah! Got it!" He said, extracting his hand from one of his pockets, now holding a small golden key.

"Alright, everything seems in order. This way please."

The goblin led them back behind the desk to a doorway. They opened the door and were met by a mine cart, tracks, and a bottomless pit.

"Woah," said Harry, "are you sure that thing's safe?" Harry did not care for heights much.

"Trust me Mister Potter, everything here in Gringotts is magically reinforced, nothing will fail."

So they took a rather long, loopy mine cart ride, that finally ended outside of an embellished door about the size of a small portcullis.

The goblin took the key and inserted it into a small slot in the exact center of the door, which then opened. Once it was open it revealed...

"Woah... That's all mine?" The room was about the size of the Sistine Chapel, and was filled to top with gold.

"Yep!" said Hagrid cheerily, "here's a bag, go ahead and fill it up."

As Harry wandered through the aisles of the room (there were a few narrow aisles that were left empty so that people could walk), he noticed that there were also silver and bronze coins. Harry filled up his bag with mostly gold, Hagrid told him they were called galleons, but also some silver (sickles), and a little bronze (knuts).
"How did I get so much?"

"Well, a good deal of it was left ter you by yer parents, but I'd guess that most of it is bounty money fer defeating You-know-who."

"You-know-who?"

Hermione cut in, "He was an incredibly powerful evil wizard from back in your parents day. Most wizards were, and still are, afraid to say his name."

Oh

"But I didn't actually do anything..."

"Yes, but they don't care, they want someone to be able to say 'Look! It's the one who defeated emhim/em!', they want someone that they can idolize."

Oh again.

So they left the vault, and took another harrying ride to another vault. This time the goblin simply went up to the door and said "Stand Back"

He then proceeded to place his finger about in inch from the door and traced it straight down. Harry could hear various locks clicking on the other side.

As soon as the door was open, Hagrid bustled in and picked up a small grubby package from the center of the room, then they proceeded to get back into the mine cart that would take them back up.

"Hagrid, what's in the package?" asked Hermione as they went back up.

"More'n me jobs worth ter tell yeh, sorry. An' don' talk ter me just now, I think I may be sick."

So they got back up to the main floor, and once back in the sunlight could tell that Hagrid had indeed come close, as his face was a delicate shade of green.

Their first stop now that they had money was a trunk shop. The Elephant's Trunk was the best one there was, so that's where they headed.

A little ways in, Harry noticed that Hermione, running on a school loan, didn't have much money, so he offered her the use of his money, but she was strongly against this. Harry however would have felt bad indeed if he had so much money and didn't help her out, so about five minutes later he had convinced her use his money by showing her the several thousand galleons he had grabbed, and pointing out that it had barely scratched the surface of his vault.

After the two bookworms had perused the magical trunks for a while, Harry settled on a trunk that when opened on it's back, let you select one of 5 compartments, each compartment had a lift out shelving unit that had 5 shelves, and he figured that each shelf could probably hold around 30 books. So, if he used 4 compartments for books, that was 4 compartments with 5 shelves that could hold 30 books each. So a capacity of 600 books. That would do for now. It also had a feature that would set a lock that would only unlock by him saying his name, and it was charmed to shrink to the size of a modern muggle cell phone without damaging anything inside, including living things, and was charmed to be feather light no matter how much was inside. In total, it was 700 Galleons.

Hermione settled on a similar one that was an upright trunk that expanded to the approximate size of a small wardrobe when opened, let you choose from one of 4 compartments, and each one was deep enough to be a cozy walk-in closet. Each one had 7 shelves that she figured could hold around 40 books, so if she used 3 compartments, that was 3 compartments with 7 shelves each that each can hold 30 books, so about 630 books total. It had all the same charms as Harry's, and came out to a total of 800 galleons.

So they paid for their stuff, and went on their way, next up was robes, then quills and other writing things. Finally, they got to go to the book store, Flourish and Blotts. Inside, they wandered all over the extensive collection of books, noticing books on just about every topic. With charmed flats following them around to hold the books, they each got around 50 extra books beyond what the course material required, including books such as "Advanced Potions: Everything to know about Ingredients and More" and "Transfiguration: The Theory behind the Practice". They also each got a series of books to help them learn Latin, as Hermione had discovered that a lot of the spells were Latin based.

Their next stop was at Eeylope's Owl Emporium. There they had animals of almost every kind, not just owls. Hagrid encouraged them to get owls, as they were the most useful animals, being able to carry messages and all.

Harry was at first tempted by several owls, including a Tawny owl, but that had an eye problem, and a Snowy Owl, but that one was a bit haughty, and Harry was afraid he might offend it. He finally settled on a nice male Long-Eared Owl. It was tall, and serene, but very affectionate. Hermione was attracted to several other owls, but the Barn owl had a wonderful creme coloured coat that would surely get dirty rather quickly, and the Screech owl was a little loud, and the Great Horned Owl was a little big. So she finally settled on a female Boreal Owl, a nice brown/white owl that was nice and quiet and small. At first she was worried that it might not be able to handle long trips or big packages, but the clerk assured her that Boreal owls are very strong fliers.

So, along with nice owl cages, treats, and medicine, their total was around 60 galleons each.

As soon as they left the shop, Hagrid stopped them and said "Before we go any further, you need to name your owls. It's best for both their health and their bonding."

After several minutes, Harry settled upon the name Aeris for his, and Hermione chose Xena for hers.

Their last stop was at Ollivanders, "Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C." as the sign proudly declared.

"Ollivanders is the best wand maker there is!" Hermione exclaimed, "No other wand maker knows as much about wands as Ollivander does."

When they entered the store, a bell tinkled, and a little old man with spectacles came sliding down the back aisle on a rolling ladder.

"Ahh, yes, I wondered when you would show up, Mister Potter... I remember your parents like they were here yesterday... It's nice to see you as well, Miss Granger.

It took a few tries for Ollivander to find the right wand for Harry, the first several wands were definitely not correct. All he had to do was touch them and he could tell, it was almost like they were actively trying to escape him, like something inside him was pushing them away. The last one was different, as soon as it came within a few feet of him it started to vibrate, and as soon as he reached for it, it flew right into his hand.

"Well, that is most peculiar... Most peculiar indeed, on several things. I have never before seen a wand react that way, and it is definitely the correct wand for you...
But also, it's most curious that this particular wand would choose you... You see, Mister Potter, the phoenix that donated the feather which resides within the core of your wand, donated but one other feather, the one that gave you the scar upon your forehead."

Hermione's choosing went much more naturally. The third one she tried was the one. She had to wave the wand to test it, and the first two times were catastrophic, if that was the norm then it was a wonder any of the wands were still intact. But the third one... When she waved it, the entire room glowed gold, a pleasant tone, and beautiful music sounded from everywhere and nowhere.

"Ah yes, without a doubt, that is your wand. And I feel that you will get along famously with it."

With that statement, they paid for their wands and left.

"Well, we got what yeh two needed, and a bit more, and now it's time fer yeh two ter be gettin' home."

So the Three of them went first to Harry's house, where he said his goodbyes, and promised to find Hermione at the station when it was time to go, then he went inside, and immediately buried himself in a book in his room.

Credit to the James Potter series by G. Norman Lippert for the idea of a Technomancy class

A/N: I'd like to thank my Cousin for matching the Owls to the people, and my friends for helping me name them.

A/N2: I'm sorry I'm shorting on a lot of details towards the end of this chapter, I accidentally lost from when they exited Gringotts onward, so I had to rewrite it quickly in order to get the chapter out tonight, which I really wanted to do.

A/N3: I really do need reviews guys, the more I get the better the chapter will be and the faster it'll come out. For now, I bid you adieu, and take my leave