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Naboo's Angel
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Thank you all for the reviews and great comments! Sorry if I didn't explain a few things but this chapter should, hopefully, answer a few of them.

This will not be a Sith Harry story. Possibly grey (think Qui-Gon) but nowhere near Vader. He is – in a way – taking over the role Anakin will play (Anakin will be the story, his role will be smaller but he'll be there). But remember my young padawans, Harry can love.

In book six, Dumbledore says the reason Harry didn't and would never fall to the dark side was because he could love. He had his moments of the dark side (casting the cruciatus curse a couple of times, but he stayed firm). If you need to refresh your memory read the chapter called horcruxes in the half blood prince. It should explain it what I'm trying to get at. So to sum it up, Harry can form attachments and not become a total asshole who kills younglings for fun!

I shouldn't have wrote the first chapter the way I did a piece of it. I wanted the story to remain firmly Star Wars but there may be an epilogue where someone returns to Earth… =)

I've decided to give an early update, seeing as the first chapter was less than half the size of a normal sized chapter (for this story). So… surprise update! Don't expect any early updates any more. You can expect an update between the 23 and 30th.

Happy readings!

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Twelve Years Later

A thirteen year old Harry Potter groaned softly before letting out a long and loud yawn. No matter how long he lived and trained in the temple he would never get used to getting up early. Sighing and conceding defeat, he got up and began his morning routine. In almost no time at all Harry was busying himself with getting dressed having just showered.

With practiced ease he slipped into a pair of boxers before sliding into his loose fitting charcoal black pants before pulling on his knee high black leather boots. Harry shook out the remnants of the shower he just took before pulling on a white undershirt and a black, long sleeved under tunic with a short sleeved dark grey tunic over that. Finishing the outfit, Harry pulled everything together with his utility belt before throwing on his long, black hooded cloak and heading out the door.

Harry wasn't a fool by any means and he knew his attire put out some of his comrades and terrified the younglings. And by put out he meant terrify them as well. His master had asked him – not forced him – to change his look several times. He had politely declined. 'If that padawan Secura is allowed to dress like a Twi'lek stripper, then I can dress like a Sith if I want to.' He didn't have the crimson lightsaber to pull it off though sadly. He'd just have to settle with violet.

Harry owned little, and the crystal his master had given him was one of his most prized possessions. While both of their lightsabers held pretty much the same crystal originally, Harry's had always looked different once ignited. His was more on the bluish side whilst Master Windu's stayed on the purple side. Harry reckons he pushed a little too much force into the blade when he was making it. Harry hadn't needed – nor did he ever want – to go to back to Ilum for a second time and instead created his own lightsaber at home before placing the crystal he was given inside.

His lightsaber he was currently using – which happened to be his second – was completely custom and favored for himself. He knew he'd probably need to make a new one when he became a master – or at least finally mastered his preferred forms of lightsaber combat – but he could wait. The entire hilt was sleek and chrome and a little over a foot long. While the bottom of the hilt and a piece between the middle (which held a clip for his waist and the activator) and the emitter – around four inches – held an area of a black grip Harry used to keep a firm hold of the hilt. The blade itself when ignited came to around three and a half feet.

Harry made his way through the temple, bowing and greeting those he passed and felt deserved his recognition, making his way towards his master. They had a mission today and he was excited to get going. His master hadn't divulged all of the information to him, only that it was a security check-up on the planet Naboo. 'Sounded easy enough,' he thought to himself. Only part about the mission he didn't like was the length. They would be there several weeks, depending on the situation. Although he'd never been to Naboo…

Harry smirked when he saw two of his more favored Jedi in the temple.

"Master Kenobi, how nice of you too join us lowly Jedi in the temple!"

Obi-Wan Kenobi and his master Qui-Gon Jinn both turned to see who spoke. Qui-Gon was the first to regain his wits. "It seems my young padawan has forgotten to mention to me when he passed his trials," he commented, more to himself then the two padawans.

"Master," flushed and embarrassed Obi-Wan whispered forcefully, "he is joking! Surely you see that?"

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes at his padawan before turning his attention to Harry. "Padawan Potter, it is good to see you again. I trust you are well?"

Harry crossed his arms and shrugged. "As well as I can be with the grumpiest master in the temple."

"At least you don't have Master Yoda," Obi-Wan commented before he could stop himself. He flushed in embarrassment once more when his master raised an amused eyebrow at him.

"Mindful of your words you must be, Obi-Wan." Harry paused to close his eyes and nod. "Meditate on this, I will, hmm."

Harry didn't even protest when he felt a hand swat him on the back of his head. Mace Windu had arrived. "Disrespect Master Yoda again and to the Agricultural Corps you will go, my young padawan."

Harry smirked at Obi-Wan before turning and giving his master a short bow. "Of course, Master. Are we ready to depart for Naboo yet?" He asked innocently.

"Yes, I just wanted to have a word with Master Jinn. You can board the ship now and wait for me."

Wasting no time, Harry said his goodbyes and made his way towards the hanger. He quickly found the ship that would be taking them to Naboo and got seated inside. Mace Windu would find him meditating several minutes later.

"What are you doing?" Mace questioned him.

"Meditating, Master," Harry replied.

Mace's lips twitched for a moment. "I thought you were interested in learning Vapaad?"

"I am," he confirmed, annoyed, "but you won't teach it to me, Master," he finished half whining with a huff and mock scowl.

"I have told you already, it is not just a form for you to simply learn. It is a state of mind and if not ready for it, could defeat you," his master said seriously.

"What must I do, Master?"

"Go through your katas for now," said Mace with a nod.

Harry nodded, removed his cloak, and without another word drew his lightsaber and began going through the motions. While only being a little over thirteen he was already one of the top padawans in lightsaber combat, only shadowed possibly – in his expert opinion – by Obi-Wan who was nearing the time for his trials. Harry was confident he would be allowed to face the trials within the next five or so years. It wasn't that he wished to leave his master, more that he wanted his own sense of freedom.

Harry was a blur of violet and blue as he went through the seven forms of known lightsaber combat. He wasn't a master, yet, but he was formidable in all of them to a certain degree. He simply wished to learn Vapaad for its… uses, was the only thing he could come up with.

He had often been criticized not only for his attire but his personality as well. Not entirely showing respect and questioning the way of the council on several occasions. Some called it the arrogance of youth, Harry called it the point of living. He did not wish to argue or disobey with them, he simply did not see eye to eye with the entire way of the Jedi. For one to simply do his duty and continue living the Spartan life wasn't something he was entirely looking forwards to. He honestly pitied Master Yoda. It was clear he had been a Jedi for a very long time.

He did not wish to become a zombie, droid, or for heaven's sake fall to the dark side! He simply didn't want to live a life without love or true meaning. It had been stated – only many an occasion – that he and his master acted in different way than most other master-padawan relationships. For that he was grateful. His master had treated him as if he was his father, or at least a father figure. Possibly a very strict uncle, not the lazy and drunk kind.

In a way though, he also felt sorry for his master. He had told him of the life that he would have had, had he not intervened. And for that Harry was thankful. He would rather his parents and himself all live, separately, yet still alive. His master had confided in him that while he still felt he did the right thing, that he still probably caused others grief in his absence. Harry agreed, after all, his master hadn't even told anyone he was taking Harry. He had simply spoken with his parents and gotten their agreement in the situation before wiping their memories. They had also agreed that living separately was better than not at all.

Harry wasn't even fully aware that he was currently making his way through the fourth form, Ataru, and was flipping through the air as he contemplated his life as a Jedi. Master Windu had made it clear that Harry had a duty to his home planet and the entire galaxy. He was the chosen one and would bring balance to the force. His master had made it very clear that it could mean several things. He could become one of the greatest Jedis ever, or, he could turn to the dark side and burn everything they knew to ashes.

Really balanced…

Harry was making his way through the fifth form, swiping at non-existent blaster bolts as an artist would brush at a canvas. And Harry fancied himself an artist. Harry felt the Force flow through him as he finished Shien and moved onto one of his favorite forms, Djem So, a variation of Shien used for lightsaber combat instead of blaster defense. Harry practiced this heavily, seeing it was one of the only forms that could get him ready for his master's teachings of Vapaad as Djem So and Vapaad were very similar, relying on strength and brutality. Harry made quick work of the fifth form and moved onto Niman, the sixth or 'Moderation form', a sort of crockpot of the first five forms.

Harry switched stances slightly and moved on Juyo, by far his favorite form. It was Djem So, but at an entirely different level. Now he could really use his strength, speed and ruthlessness to his advantage. It was offense in the purest form, there was no defense here. He pitied an enemy that got in his way when he mastered this form. And he would master it.

He felt the rush just practicing it and knew why it was prohibited. His master had told him he should be thankful he had even told his padawan of the particular form, as it was a sort of banned substance amongst the Jedi. But if he was to learn Vapaad he would need to learn its younger, brasher brother that was Juyo.

Harry brought his blade high before bringing it down on invisible after invisible target. Some people liked to think of the Jedi as peacekeepers, and they were right, but gazing upon Harry at the moment he was knee deep in Juyo would be the farthest thing from the truth. His lightsaber hummed a viscous song as it slashed through the air again and again.

He finally came to an end nearly an hour later panting and sweating. He basked in the Force for a moment, allowing it to remove the taint left over from the practice he had just complete. He knew what he was feeling and knew the quicker he cleared his mind the better he would feel later.

"Excellent," his master complemented him, he paused for a moment before speaking, "you are very well on your way to learning the final form I myself helped create but like I said, it is not just a form. It is a state of mind, lifestyle even. Some people do not like it seeing as it feeds on your emotions. Some Jedi fear what they do not understand or cannot master."

Harry bit his lip, hoping to make it look as though he was tired and not guilty. He had, on occasion, given into his emotions and used them to his advantage. That was the main reason he used Djem so and Juyo as anger helped propel him in combat with those forms to another level. He was ashamed to admit that it felt good and made him even stronger. It was liberating. Letting the Force flow through him and guide his actions was one thing but feeding on his anger increased everything tenfold. He could honestly see why the Jedi feared the dark side. He was brought from his musing by his master speaking again.

"I will wait to teach you in it when you have matured more." At Harry's dejected and hurt look he explained. "It is not that I do not think you capable. You simply need to… grow up."

"Grow up," Harry repeated.

"Yes. Hormones and your temper will have a lot to do with teaching you this form. I simply wish for your body to be in control of itself before we start this task. We would be fighting a losing battle if I taught you it now."

Harry smirked suddenly. "And what if pass the trials before then?"

"You do realize I could simply not allow you to take them?"

Harry frowned. "You would do that?"

"No, I would not, at least not deliberately. I simply want you to have learned everything you can from me before you take the trials. Even if you don't like it or agree with me."

"Fair enough," said Harry, shrugging.

"Good. Now go and get cleaned up. We can't have you smelling like a wet wookie in front of the King no matter how moronic he is." As Harry got up to leave Mace donned a thoughtful look in his face. "And put on some new robes. We can't have the King think you are trying to assassinate him."

"Not a chance," Harry sang, his voice echoing through the room.

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Harry silently fumed as he sat in the garden of the palace. They were currently in Theed. His master had saw fit to station him on guard duty. Key for, you will go outside and wait for me. He had gotten to meet the King and some of his guard before he was politely asked by his master to go outside. Harry also noticed the looks the King was giving him. The 'why do they allow children on missions' look. Harry was sure the only reason he was even allowed to meet the King was to assure him he really wasn't an assassin. Sometimes Master Windu really was an ass.

He took his free time to meditate and learn the grounds. There was nobody in the gardens so he had taken a seat and settled himself into a trance. The planet was quite beautiful and he could understand why somebody would live on Naboo. Coruscant was a bustling city of electronics and noise while Naboo was planet full of lush greenery and pleasant waters.

"Hello," a voice whispered. Harry frowned, realizing he had totally lost track of time and his surroundings. It was only thanks to his training he hadn't drawn his lightsaber and decapitated the person who had snuck up on him.

Harry unfolded his legs and cracked open and eyelid. He was thankful he did for he would have gasped had he not been warned first. Standing in front on him was a girl of roughly his age, possibly older or younger, yet she had a presence around her that Harry had seen in a few senators he had met during his time on Coruscant. The girl was wearing a simple royal blue dress and flats, no ornaments or jewelry of any sorts side for a headband across her forehead which went with the dress. She had chocolate brown, silky curls that fell past her shoulders and eyes to match. She was fairly short but had the posture of someone in control. Her face was warm and inviting with an adorable nose and full pink lips, yet it held a confidence that told she was someone to take seriously. Her skin was fairly pale which was odd for such a sunny planet based on its outdoors. She was quite possibly the most beautiful girl – no, woman – he had ever seen.

'An angel…'

Standing quickly he stood and gave a bow. "My name is Jedi Padawan Harry Potter, milady," he spoke formally.

The girl gave a curtsey before extending her hand. "Padme Naberrie," said Padme. Harry steeled his nerves for a moment before he took the opportunity to take the hand and brush his lips softly against the back of it. Padme flushed slightly and gave a small giggle before sitting down next to him. "You're a Jedi?" She asked calmly, but Harry could see the excitement in her eyes.

Harry grinned and nodded. "That is correct, mi– "

"Padme," she cut him off. "Call me Padme, may I call you Harry?"

"Sure," he said with lopsided grin.

"So what exactly are you doing here?"

"My master and I are here working out the kinks of any security issues this planet may have seeing as the King's rule is possibly coming to an end soon." Padme gave a mysterious smile at his words Harry didn't quite understand.

"Why did I find you in the garden meditating, that is what you were doing, wasn't it?" She pressed slightly. Harry could tell – thank the Force – that she was a tad nervous she had assumed wrong and looked idiotic.

"Yes, I was. My master saw fit to assign me, guard duty." Harry crossed his arms and scowled. Padme thought the scowl looks out of place on him but didn't speak.

"Guard duty," she looked around, "of the garden?"

"Exactly," he huffed, running a hand through his hair only making it messier. Padme giggled again before using her hand to brush the fringe off of his forehead. Realizing what she did she snatched back her hand as if burnt and blushed, as did Harry. Giving a cough she mumbled something like 'what's this?' Seeing it was a way out Harry allowed it and took hold of his braid. "This is my padawan braid. It's used to tell us apart, a master or knight from an apprentice."

"Fascinating," she mumbled, drinking in his appearance before flushing again. "Sorry," she murmured, looking down, "I've just never seen a Jedi before. You are like the stuff of legends around here."

Harry smirked. "I doubt you would of. We are peacekeepers, and a beautiful, peaceful and small planet like this doesn't have need for a Jedi."

Padme's eyes lit up at the praise he had given her home and possibly the soon to be planet she ruled. "You like it?"

"Very much so," said Harry. "On Coruscant it's mainly noise and… traffic, is the best way I can describe it. The Jedi temple is my home but sometimes it's hard to find a quiet place to just sit back and meditate. And it doesn't have nearly the amount of greenery this place has," he said, sighing wistfully and looking around.

"I know little of the Jedi, would you mind telling me about your life?" said Padme.

"Sure. Well I was born on Earth – " said Harry before he could stop himself. He let out a small groan when he saw her eyes light up again. He knew he was correct in assuming she was the curious type.

"Earth?" She questioned, just as Harry had expected her to after his slip.

"Yes," he said with a sigh. "It's a planet, very far away, few know of it. It's a planet mostly ruled by humans. I came from a sort of Force using people called wizards and witches. They believed it was called magic, odd, I know. I don't know much of it to tell you the truth," 'other than the only other Jedi from the planet was none other than Darth Revan,' Harry added to himself, "Master Windu, sorry, my master, saved the life of me and my parents."

"That was nice of him," Padme commented genuinely. Harry smiled, there was just something about her.

"He had come for me originally and on finding me, saved me, like I said. My parents offered to let the Jedi train me seeing as if it wasn't for him I would have died."

"It most of been hard," said Padme, placing her hand gently on Harry's arm. Harry felt like his insides would burst with happiness but tamed the feeling and settled for a swooping sensation.

"Yes, I suppose it was. My mother and father were Lily and James Potter. He left my name as a memory to them, to change it would have disrespected their sacrifice. From there on I was trained to become a Jedi. It's hard but fulfilling." Harry gave her a sad smile.

"What else, Harry," she pressed gently.

"Its… lonely, I suppose," he admitted.

"How so?"

"I have, quite possibly, the largest family in the galaxy, yet the smallest."

Padme's eyebrows drew together in thought as she chewed her lower lip. "I don't think I understand."

"We Jedi are brothers and sisters. We live, train, eat, sleep, do almost everything together, yet we are forbidden to make attachments and love is forbidden."

Padme gasped and Harry felt his heart breaking at the look on her face and tears in her eyes. It was something he hoped he'd never have to see again. "You… you can't love?"

Despite the situation, Harry chuckled. "It's not as simple as can or can't, Padme. It's much deeper than that. We are forbidden… forbidden against things that could be used against us," he confirmed with a nod.

"But why?"

"As a Jedi, we use the Force." To emphasize his point, Harry reached out and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear without even touching it. "We – the Jedi that is – use the light side of the force for peace and justice, while the Sith, or dark side, use it for evil and power put simply."

"I… I think I understand, but, I still don't fully understand," she said, blushing again at the example of the Force he had used.

Harry nodded in thought whilst thinking of a way to explain it. "Say a man loved you, and you him, but another man loved you as well, only he couldn't have you. How would he feel?"

"Jealous, I suppose. And probably angry," said Padme, her face lighting up slightly at figuring it out.

"Exactly. Fear, anger, jealousy, hatred, greed, pain and suffering. All things that can lead to the dark side. To combat this, Jedi learn to let go of all emotion."

"Even the good emotions," Padme whispered.

"Even the good," Harry confirmed. "An attachment can lead to feelings towards someone who can be used against the Jedi in a multitude of ways. Pain directed at an attachment can be the cause of many things – anger, fear and suffering are a few. We are normally taken early in life to forgo makings these kind of attachments. If you can be trained to live without this hindrance then you can be a more efficient Jedi," he finished bitterly, although he was sure only he caught his tone towards the tail end. At least he hoped.

"That's so noble, but…" Padme bit her lip and Harry understood why. While she obviously respected Harry, she didn't want to disrespect his way of life.

"So sad?" Padme nodded, tears in her eyes. Harry crossed his arms and sat back, he titled his head as to gaze at the sky. "Sometimes I wish I hadn't become a Jedi, but then I think of the alternative. I could have stayed on Earth but what would I of had? My parents would have been gone had it not been for my master. I would have never met the people I have," he said, shyly casting a look at Padme, "I would have never learnt the force, which is a blessing and a curse."

"How so?" Padme whispered loud enough for Harry to hear.

Harry smiled sadly. "I am already trained substantially in the Force. Think about it. I can become faster, stronger and much more violent at a moment's notice. Only my training helps me to keep it reeled in. An angry man can beat his wife but an out of control Force user can do much more damage with a simple push – " Harry flicked his hand and sent a small rock into a pond across from them, " – There are ways to get rid of the Force, but taking it away after living my entire life with it would be akin to forcing a runner to live in a wheelchair."

"I…" Padme stopped and gulped, "I'm sorry," she croaked.

"So am I," he admitted, frowning before putting on a false smile. "At least I am doing something worthy of my life."

"I agree," a voice said, behind them. Harry spun to see his master with an amused look on his face. "Surprised to see me?"

"Of course, Master," said Harry. "I was just deeply immersed in making sure Ms. Naberrie here was safe from the dangers of this garden." Harry turned to Padme. "This is Padme Naberrie and this is my master, Mace Windu."

"It's a pleasure to meet a Jedi Master," said Padme politely.

"Thank you," said Mace before turning his attention back to Harry. "The King has been kind enough to grant us quarters for now. Let us go inside rest." Harry caught the subtle disapproval in his master's words which was directed towards the King but didn't speak out. Without another word Master Windu turned on his heal and left the pair standing in the garden.

Harry smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "I, err, have to go," said Harry, extending a hand.

Padme smiled before swatting away his hand and giving him a hug. Harry had felt alarmed for a split second before the hug overtook him. He felt a lump forming in his throat at the contact but pushed it away for the hug he was currently enjoying. Harry made sure to burn the feel of Padme's soft body pressed against his and smell of her hair into his memory. Slowly, she pulled away. "I hope I get to see you again before you leave," she admitted.

Harry back away and smiled. "As do I, milady," he said with a cheeky grin before racing after his master.

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"Padme, your glowing," Sola sang.

"Am not," she snapped childishly before she could stop herself. Home was one of the few places she could be herself and… if she was honest, just a child. She chose the life she lived but it didn't make it any easier. It would only get harder if she became Queen.

"Don't argue with your sister, Padme," her mother chided her quickly.

"Tell her to stop making fun of me," she whined while getting up to help her mother chop some vegetables for dinner.

Jobal sighed as she continued to chop and dice. "It didn't sound like she was making fun of you at all to me. It sounded like she was merely pointing out something. If you're going to become Queen of Naboo you're going to need tougher skin than that," said Jobal, poking her for emphasis. "So, what does have you smiling that?"

"Is it that obvious?" Padme asked, flushing slightly and looking down. It wasn't what but who.

"Yes," said Jobal with a smile. She'd seen the look he daughter had before and had a good idea at what had her daughter smiling the way she was. 'Ha, I'd been young once!'

"I met a boy," she said, sighing dreamily.

"A boy!" Ruwee snapped, throwing down the handheld-holonet he had been using to get his daily fill of the news with.

Padme sighed, this time in annoyance. "Yes, father, a boy."

"Well go on," her mother pushed, making point to ignore her husband, "tell us all about him."

Padme bit her lip and nodded. "His name was Harry, Harry Potter. Strange name I know… He was about my age, maybe a little older, younger, not sure exactly. He was incredibly handsome. He had this hair," said Padme, playing with a chocolate curl of her own. "It was as black as the night sky and messy."

"Messy," repeated Sola with a frown.

"Mhm," Padme hummed and affirmative. "Messy, but you could tell he tried on occasion to get it straight or at least under control," she giggled. "Then there were his eyes…" she trailed off. "As green as the grass of Naboo," she gushed.

"What else?" Sola asked, getting interested in this mystery boy.

"He was," she paused to cast a look at her scowling father, "in shape," she admitted with a small blush.

Sola squealed softly. "Did you happen to talk to this boy or did you just ogle him?" Her mother asked.

"Yes we talked, for hours," she admitted. "He was so nice and sweet."

"Is he from Naboo?"

She sighed and shook her head sadly. "He's from Coruscant."

Her father grunted something that sounded like 'good radiances.' "I'm sorry, dear," said Jobal, rubbing Padme's back.

Padme sniffed slightly. "It wouldn't of had worked out anyway."

"Obviously," said Sola, rolling her eyes, "especially if you become Queen of Naboo!"

"No, not that," she admitted sadly.

"What then?"

"He was… he was a Jedi."

Gasps were heard around the room for several different reasons. Sola was excited her sister had met one of the famed warriors of peace. Jobal was worried, while she knew Padme was smart and headstrong she also could tell the signs, this wasn't just a crush. Jedi were forbidden to love and Padme getting caught up on this boy could only end badly for the both of them. Ruwee was worried there were Jedi on Naboo as they only came when needed. If a Jedi was present then something was possibly wrong.

"I'm sorry, Padme," her mother consoled her.

The emotions of the day and everything that had been going on in the past couple of months caught up with Padme. She burst into tears. "It's not fair," she cried. "It's s-so s-s-sad!"

Jobal pulled her daughter into a comforting hug and let her get her emotions out. She had seen this coming for a while now but chose not to act on it. She loved her family and didn't want to put them in danger, but she did however want them to help who they could help and do what they thought was right. If Padme thought becoming Queen would help, then so be it. She knew it was stressful, her daughter was already going through enough stress as it is and would only get worse. Meeting this boy was just the straw that broke the wookie's back.

Jobal sighed as her daughter continued to let the flood of tears and emotions she had been holding out. She wished she could simply tell her daughter everything would be ok, but she couldn't. She wished she could tell her this Harry was happy and she simply misunderstood, but she couldn't. She wished she could admit – more for herself than her daughter – that was simply infatuated with the boy, whether cause of his looks or the fact that he was a Jedi, but she couldn't…

Her baby girl was in love whether she knew it or not.

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Harry lay in a bed that was much more comfortable then he was used too, tossing and turning all the while thinking over how the day had gone. He would be lying if he said this wasn't one of – if not – the best days of his life so far. Being a Jedi left him with a sense of pride and accomplishment, yes, but rarely did it make him truly happy. One hug was all it took was to truly shatter what little belief he had in the Jedi code. The Jedi had his full faith. There guidelines they followed were wrong, horribly wrong.

How had they not seen it?

Years and years and years and they still followed the same code. Had they not realized something was wrong when there was literally a Jedi civil war? Why else would hundreds of Jedi join the Sith if they thought the code was correct?

Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight at the flood of emotions flowing through him. 'No,' he mentally snarled, 'I will not fall to the dark side simply because I am infatuated with a pretty girl.'

'But it would be so easy…' A sinister voice in the back of his head purred. 'We have emotion, we use it! Just like you do, you're not even a real Jedi anymore! Just say the words…'

Though Harry would later deny it, he chanted the words softly. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me."

'Good,' the voice crowed.

Harry smirked, threading his fingers together and putting them behind his head as he lay on his back. "Sith are scum! While I believe that your code does sound inviting at first sight it doesn't make you any more after the fact. You are extinct for a reason. Sith are weak, they'd kill their friend at the first sign of disobedience. You speak of emotion and think we speak of the same… you are wrong! I speak of love and compassion whilst you speak of hate and cruelty. Jedi think for the betterment of the people, Sith only think of themselves."

The voice had no comeback for Harry's speech. Just as Harry was finally falling asleep he heard the voice speak again. 'We are not as gone as you'd like to believe, Jedi.'

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And that's chapter 2 for ya. Once again, if I messed anything up, I'm sorry, =[.

No, Harry and Padme are not in love, yet, and there will be no wedding in chapter three, sorry for anyone who got their hopes up. Although, if she could fall in love with a nine year old, then it is possible… Maybe it was the first Jedi who complemented her? Nah, Anakin wasn't a Jedi yet… First cute guy she felt sorry for? I need to think on it…

Some people might be ticked off that I decided to skip over a decade but don't worry! I will try and fill in the missing years here and there with little time skips and such.

I hope I didn't leave too many errors in grammar and such. It's odd, not only does this site change your size and font, but I find the word-counter of Microsoft Word doesn't add up to the same as this site. For instance at final count (with word) it had around 6,100 but now its says its over 6,500... Odd.

I hope you enjoyed the second chapter and will be joining us in reading the third when the time comes!