26 ABY

Harry Jade couldn't wait to see his baby brother. His hands were sweaty from the thought of what could happen with his mom's virus. He remembered Luke, before they went in, assuring him that Mara had killed the spores. But how was that so? No one had survived the Vong spores before!

Atris, his Echani friend, smiled at him gently in attempt to get him to calm down. Kiera, however, was biting her nails aggressively. He knew she was worried about other things. They hadn't seen Master Korr in some time and Kiera was closer to him than Atris and Harry.

They exchanged a look, emerald to earth and he tapped inside her head.

Master Korr is still out there, he reassured her. We'd know it if he wasn't.

Kiera blushed, the color blooming across her freckled cheeks. You know I worry about these things. Now could you get out before I embarrass myself?

Sorry, Kiera, Harry said quickly and he exited her head quickly. He knew that she was jealous that he could use the Force so easily and it showed. Honestly, it came easier to him than others. He sometimes unconsciously picked things up or pulled them or any number of things. His power was comparable to Anakin Solo's.

"Harry, your mom's ready to see you."

Harry looked away from Kiera and stood. He entered the room where Mara was lying on the bed she'd given delivery on, holding a little baby. Already, there were three little ginger hairs on the boy's head.

"So this is Ben," Harry murmured, brushing into the Force of the baby. His presence in the Force was very happy and sweet. Harry adored children, much like his stepfather, for their innocence and altogether good presences in the Force. Mara slowly handed over her son, her first actual son.

There was a small pang in Harry's heart as he held his little brother. He would never be Mara's true son of flesh and blood like Ben was. He knew in his heart that Mara would love them just the same, but a little fear that remained from his short time with the Durselys came creeping in. Maybe she'd prefer Ben over him. Luke probably would. Ben would be Luke's child. Harry wasn't by any stretch of the imagination.

He swallowed his feelings and pushed them down. He hugged the baby, then gave him back to Mara.

"He's cute."

"That's good to hear after the trouble I've had."

There was a silence, for Harry preferred to communicate with the Force, through feelings and projections. He felt her surprisingly gentle reassurance to the fears lurking in his mind. He enjoyed the reassurance and smiled. She smiled back.

"Harry?"

He turned to see Atris peeking through the doorway.

"There's a transmission on the bridge for you," she explained. "Sorry to interrupt, Master Jade-Skywalker."

"It's fine," Mara replied with a small bit of ice.

Harry inwardly sighed. "I'll see you later, Mom."

"Be careful."

"You always say that," he said with a small smile. The door closed behind him and he followed Atris to the bridge of the Errant Venture, where Kiera was decoding some of the outdated technology.

"I think it should be working now," Kiera told them. "This came in for 'Harry' and we assumed that was you. Not very many Harrys in the galaxy."

He nodded and pressed 'play' on the recorded transmission. Immediately, the image of an old man in violet robes appeared.

"This message is for Harry Potter, or Harry Jade as he now calls himself," the old man began. "We on Hecate VI have discovered that you live and have escaped the Dursleys. And we are desperately in need of your help. You see, the dark Force-user Voldemort has returned, and you are the only one who can defeat him and his followers. Please respond! We are in our darkest hour!"

Harry froze, his mind full of a hurricane of thoughts. Objects all over the place began to lift and swirl to match his state of mind.

"Here we go again," Kiera muttered as she clung to one of the railings put in place in case of a Zero-G situation.

Harry hadn't heard the name Potter since the very earliest of his memories. He'd blocked them out, but older memories were coming back, including ones of another red-haired, green-eyed mother, of an evil cackle, and of a dark-haired man. He could remember a voice telling a prophecy, and he could hear it again. . .

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

"HARRY!" Atris and Kiera chorused as they too were lifted into the air. The boy dropped to his knees and everything fell down all at once. The room was quiet, and no one knew what to do about the quietly crying boy on the floor.

"Harry?" Atris ventured tentatively.

At the sound of his name, he leapt to his feet and returned to the transmissions panel. He quickly typed in instructions to respond.

"Hello? This is Harry Ja- I mean, Harry Potter," Harry said. "Hello? Can you read me? This is Harry Potter, Jedi Consular."

"Harry Potter? It is you!" The old man's voice was then almost drowned out by cheers. "We need you to come to Hecate VI to get instructions and to help us fight."

"Where is that?" Harry asked.

"I'll send the coordinates," the old man said. "Please, come as quickly as possible."

"I will," Harry promised.

"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Potter! We'll be awaiting your arrival."

Before Harry could make another reply, the transmission was ended. There was a beep on the screen, and a star map was available for use. Harry connected his datapad to transfer it over. He knew that Mara would tell him that he should leave the past behind- after all, they left him with the Dursleys. Luke would encourage him, but he had very little authority compared to Mara. That meant that he'd have to leave on his own.

"When are you going to tell Master Skywalker and Master Jade-Skywalker?" Atris asked.

"I'm not," Harry answered. "And you won't tell them! Understand? This is something I have to do on my own."

"Let us come with you!" Kiera cried in protest. "We can work together! Like Master Korr wants us to. Doesn't he always say that we're stronger together?"

Atris nodded.

"Fine," Harry groaned. "But you can't tell Luke, Mara, or Master Korr. Understand?"

"Yes," the two chorused.

"Thanks," Harry said, and he walked away to his cabin. He sat on the bunk and began to meditate.