A/N: Well it's been a while, hasn't it. I want to apologize first for the lateness of this chapter, and its shortness. I'll honestly admit that I dropped this story for a while, but some recent reviews have convinced me to return. Also, some reviews asked for certain elements, and some of those elements have been added to the story. I do want to say that this is not a hogwarts in SW story, this is a story of two chosen ones being the same person and only those two roles are combined. Hopefully the rest of the story will come out faster than this. This chapter is shorter in part because it helps set up the larger story.

Now that you've gone through my rambling, please enjoy the return of Chosen by Two Galaxies, review if you wish, no flames this time please, and if anyone is interested in betaing this story it would be greatly appreciated, (I might write faster with an editor on my case).

Chapter 2: Transitions

Shmi's first impression of the interior of the ship was how futuristic it looked, while stil being worn down and used. It was nothing like the science fiction shows she watched as a child beore learning of her magic. She followed Kyvocca to a small room with a bed. She needed no urging to lie on the bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Earth 1981

It was obvious to even the dumbest wizard in the room that Lord Voldemort was not pleased, and even the most sociopathic of them felt pity for the poor man giving his report on the search for the Potter family.

"Do you mean to say that you have no leads whatsoever?" the Dark Lord asked, his voice overflowing with dark intent.

"Yes, my Lord. We have searched all of magical Britain and have begun searching America and the rest of Europe, but nothing has turned up."

"Has it occurred to you that the mother is a Mudblood, and therefore would likely seek refuge among the Muggles?"

It was clear from the expression on the man's face that that particular insight had in fact not occurred to him.

"Go search the Muggle world and find them, or I will replace you with someone far more competant.

"Yes, my Lord.

Hyperspace, en route to Alderaan

Shmi woke up with a start. She had been having a nightmare about Voldemort, and was relieved to have awoken. She noted with relief that Harr... no Anakin, she reminded herself was still asleep. She gently stood up and quietly walked out into the corridor. As she exited, she bumped into the shaggy form of Kyvocca who was standing outside the door. He motioned for her to follow, and began walking down the corridor. They ended up in what was obviously the cockpit, where Cal was busy working the controls.

"You're just in time, we're about to hit the Alderaan system."

"How far from Tython is Alderaan?" Shmi asked.

"Not too far, only about 5,000 lightyears."

Shmi leaned against the bulkhead in shock. What kind of civilization would consider 5,000 lightyears "not too far".

Cal reached for a lever and as he pulled it the blue miasma outside reverted into a starfield. Within five minutes a planet was recognizable, and in five more they were orbiting the planet.

"Well, that's it. Alderaan." Cal turned to Shmi. Once we land you're free to go, if you ever need anything I'm only a comm call away."

"Thank you, for everything." Shmi said.

Shmi stayed on Alderaan for about a year, using her magic to get by. After that she decided to go somewhere isolated from galactic civilization, and booked passage to a faraway desert world called Tattooine. There she would stay on the outskirts of the city Mos Espa, using her magic to run a moisture farm until she and Anakin were visited by a strange group of offworlders.

Seven years later

"Land on the outskirts of the city. We don't want to attract unwanted attention." Qui-Gon Jinn said.

"Scanners are picking up a farm on the outskirts, maybe they would be willing to aid us." replied Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon's apprentice.

"Local help would be useful in our search. Very well."

Anakin looked up as a silver ship flew directly over him, raising an arm to shield his eyes from the billowing sand. He watched as the ship landed about twenty meters away and a ramp lowered from the craft. Soon a middle aged man with long hair walked out of the ship and calmly strode over to him.

"Greetings. My name is Qui-Gon. Is there an adult I could speak to."