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Harry Potter: Lord of the Sith

Chapter 1: Meeting the Sith

July 24th, 1991, 8:28 am

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Owlery

It was time. 10 years he had waited, and all his attempts to find Harry sooner had failed. Now he would now exactly where to find him.

He pulled his wand out, and with a silent Accio, summoned Harry's letter to him, causing the owl who was about to take it to hoot indignantly.

"I'll be delivering this letter myself, thank you," said Dumbledore kindly, his eyes twinkling. The owl glared at him disdainfully, as though doubting his ability to deliver a letter adequately. The owl then grabbed another letter and took off.

Sighing at the pride of owls, he looked at the letter and frowned at the address.

Mr. H Potter

Dorm 1, Room 15

Sith Acadamy

Taransay

Scotland

'Sith Acadamy?' he wondered. 'I've never heard of such a place. But it doesn't sound good.'

With an air of resignation, Dumbledore walked to his office, where he showed the letter to Fawkes.

'I can't take you directly there,' Fawkes said after a moment. 'But I can get you close.'

"As close as you can get me will be fine," Dumbledore replied, holding out his arm for Fawkes to land on, which he did. In a flash of flames, they were gone.

Taransay, Scotland

Dumbledore looked around. The area was barren, and a harsh cold wind blew. For a moment, Dumbledore thought Fawkes had taken him to the wrong place…

That is, until he felt it. A few yards ahead, there was a massive presence of magic, likely hiding the 'Academy' from prying eyes.

Dumbledore winced. The amount of darkness present was enough to make him want to leave right then. Nervously, he looked at Fawkes.

The phoenix's head was bowed, and his color was fading. In moments, he had gone from being perfectly healthy, to looking like he was about to have an early burning day right on Dumbledore's arm. As a light creature, the phoenix was having an extreme negative reaction to the intense darkness.

'This is why I couldn't reach him,' Fawkes said weakly. 'The darkness here is too powerful.'

"Go home, my friend," Dumbledore said, concerned. "I can get back on my own. You go rest."

With gratitude, Fawkes flamed away, leaving Dumbledore to the task at hand. The old wizard frowned as he walked briskly forward, silently casting warming charms on himself.

After a few moments, he reached what he assumed was the outer edge of the wards. With a deep breath to steady his nerves, he walked through…

And then stared.

Before him stood a massive temple-like structure made of some sort of black, red, and grey metal. It was easily twice the size of Hogwarts, and that, plus the almost overwhelming presence of dark energy, caused fear to well up inside him. Harry Potter was here? Then he noticed a figure walking towards him.

It looked like a young male youth, maybe 19 years old. He wore a tight black robe with a black armor chest guard, and a black hood. At his belt hung a long silver tube with flat ends, and prongs encircling the ends. But it was his appearance that startled Dumbledore. He was bald, with unnaturally pale skin, with dark areas around his beat-red eyes and at the corners of his mouth.

"Professor Dumbledore?" he man asked, his voice smooth and cold. Dumbledore nodded. "Come with me. Darth Veritas has been expecting you."

As he followed, he was able to look at the other 'students'. Some looked similar to his guide, some looked more normal. But there were other beings there that drew his attention: human looking men and women with red skin and eyes ranging from red to gold. That some of the male ones had small tendrils protruding from their faces in a similar fashion to mustaches or beards, cemented the fact that they weren't human. There were other species as well, fewer than the other two by far, some even more jarring physically than the red skinned creatures.

He then noticed something else. The technology at use here was far beyond what contemporary muggles had available to them. This was only compounded when he saw a large craft rise from some sort of landing platform and fly off into the air, going straight up.

The inside was no less incredible. Statues were along the walls of every hall. Some doors had some sort of colored transparent field covering them.

His guide led Dumbledore to what he assumed was the living area. The man stepped up to one of the doors and raised his hand to knock, only for the door to slide open before he could.

"Come in," an old woman's voice came from the room. Stepping in after his guide, Dumbledore looked around the room. Bookshelves, display cases with various unidentifiable objects, and other items covered the walls. A door stood on the left wall, likely leading to the sleeping area, as no bed was visible. Across from the door, a fireplace with two large chairs in front of it roared, its flames changing colors.

Seated at one of the chairs was a hooded figure, though Dumbledore couldn't see them well because the chair's back was to them.

"Have a seat, Albus Dumbledore," the old woman said, gesturing to the other chair. "Leave us, Acolyte."

"Yes, my Lord," the man said reverently, bowing low, before turning and leaving.

Dumbledore walked over and sat at the chair, taking a moment to look at his host. Her skin was dark grey with black lips. Her hair was the same color as her skin and fell over her shoulders, bound with black bands. She wore a heavy black cloak with a hood over her head, covering the top half of her head.

"I never liked Acolyte Kayn," she said idly. "Sure, he's given himself to the Dark Side more than almost anyone of his status, but he is spineless. It is such a relief to know he'll be dead tomorrow."

"He's going to die?" asked Dumbledore, shocked. Was that why he looked so pale? He was sick?

"Yes," she said. "He is about to leave to go on one of his trials and one of the younger acolytes will kill him and complete it instead. Trials are where the normal Academy rules are waived, you see. The acolyte who kills him will take the apprenticeship Kayn is vying for. But never mind that," she said. "I am Darth Veritas."

"A pleasure," Dumbledore responded, though he was startled by how lax she was in regards to one of her students' safety. "I am-"

"Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," Veritas interrupted. "Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont. Yes, I know who you are, and why you are here." She tilted her head. "Though whether you will accomplish what you seek to is unknown. So many possibilities."

Dumbledore was startled, but hid it. Who was this woman?

"I am looking for Harry Potter," he said finally, deciding to get to the point.

"He is about to leave to complete his final trial as an acolyte," she said. "He should return sometime tomorrow after the completion of his trial."

"What is this place?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.

"It is a branch of the Sith Academy," she stated. "I will tell you no more than that for now." She stood up. "Come with me. The Academy Master, Darth Valarius, wishes to speak with you."

When they reached the Academy Master's chambers, Veritas paused.

"Before we enter, there are some things you should know," she said. "First of all, Darth Valarius sees no point in sending Acolyte Potter to your school. It is his belief that you and your school are a threat. That said," she turned to him. "Valarius has practically raised Acolyte Potter since I brought him here 10 years ago. Now, I have convinced him to not level your school to the ground, but he is still not keen to send the boy there. Watch what you say, as Potter's attendance may hinge on how you present yourself and your school." With that, the two of them walked in.

The room was large and sparse, with statues of hooded figures in the corners, and red banners with a hexagonal symbol. At the far wall was a large desk with a few chairs in front of it. Sitting behind it was one of the red creatures Dumbledore had seen before. His skin was red as blood, his eyes more so. He had pure black hair slicked back, and two tendrils on either side of his nose, forming a sort of Fu Manchu mustache.

"Labintias, seniai draugas," Veritas said as she stood before the desk, bowing her head slightly. "Nu nesti mokestros."

Valarius scowled at Dumbledore before gesturing to the seats before him. At that moment, the door opened again, and a female of Valarius's species walked in. She had sharp features and a cruel gleam in her crimson eyes.

"Ah, Urvaz Saeva. Liamin j'us aras griztumas mus," Valarius said to the newcomer, before turning back to Dumbledore. "This is Darth Saeva," he said in English. "She will be joining us for this discussion. Now, I want you to tell me about your institute. What are its rules, what does it teach, and why Acolyte Potter should attend. You have one hour."

And so Dumbledore spent the next hour telling all he knew about Hogwarts to the three listeners (though he doubted Veritas was listening, as she seemed to sink into some sort of trance). Never before had he had to do this. Normally Professor McGonagall did this, but he doubted she ever had such high stakes as this. He just had to get Harry at Hogwarts. Once there, he could start veering him towards the light, where he belonged. When he finished, the three Darths sat and thought on it.

"Kodel galetis mes zudyti jis?" Saeva asked after a moment. "Kam tym byloti galeji buti tiesa! Magic! Apgaule!"

"Zhol kash tiesa," Veritas said, causing Saeva to look shocked. "Tau elgtis tave qyâsik hevilasis sulig mus. Naugast…"

"Mazo, kodel aras mes stai?" Saevo asked.

"Mes aras stai kia byloti lig Kissai Potter klausima sis aikste iv mokslas," Valarius responded. "Vi jiso ateitis meistras, kam dary j'us minti?"

Saeva thought for a moment, before turning to Veritas.

"Kash antai jok fliusas kia jis klausima?" Saeva asked.

"Xaz," Veritas replied. "Kaitas dar nors antai kash jri fliusas tym gal tezn vi duobe' sotus jiso visitina lauke klausima. Zhol kash tu'iea siurk."

Saeva was silent as she thought. After a moment, she turned to Dumbledore.

"Professor, if Acolyte Potter is to attend your school, conditions must be met," she said to him, causing him to frown. "When he returns from his trial, he will become my apprentice. While he is at your school, his Sith training will continue. I will not have him degenerating." Dumbledore frowned but nodded. "Second, at several points during his training, he will be required to leave your campus to complete missions of various types. You will allow this and make the needed adjustments to his assignments. I assure you, he will not fall behind," she added, seeing his frown deepen. "Finally, he is to be given his own room. This is so that any night training he does doesn't disturb his fellow students."

Dumbledore sighed. "I'm sure that can be arranged," he conceded.

"Now that that's settled," Valarius said, not entirely happy, "where will we obtain his supplies? I assume there is a place we need to go."

"Yes, Diagon Ally," Dumbledore said, ignoring the snicker from Saeva. "If you like, one of my professors, Professor McGonagall, has a date where she takes muggleborn students to Diagon Ally to obtain their supplies. I can ask her to add Harry's name to the list and you can meet her outside the entrance."

The Sith had a brief conversation over this, and then nodded their consent.

"Very well, I shall inform her. Now if that is all," Dumbledore said, rising from his seat. "I had best be off. The entrance to Diagon Ally is a place called The Leaky Cauldron, on Charing Cross Road in London. I trust you can find it? If not, we can determine another location for Professor McGonagall to collect you."

"We will be able to find it, zioplys," Saeva sneered.

"Very good," Dumbledore said, ignoring the confusing word.

Valarius pressed a button on his desk and seconds later a green skinned humanoid with no hair and two large tendrils growing from the back of his head walked in.

"Tarion here will escort you to the border of the Academy, where you may safely return to your school," Valarius said.

"Thank you, and good day," Dumbledore said, nodding to each of them before leaving.

"I still think we should have killed him," Saeva said when he was gone. "He's a fool. A fool steeped in light, too."

"He still has his uses," Veritas said mildly. "Once those uses cease, then you may kill him. Until then, show restraint."

"Very well," Saeva sighed, standing up. "I'd better go. I need to work on my illusions so I don't stick out when we leave."

When she was gone, the two old Sith sat in silence.

"What have you seen," Valarius asked after a moment.

"Many things," Veritas replied cryptically.

"Damn it, Veritas, tell me!"

"Knowing the future is dangerous, Valarius," she said coldly. "You of all people should know that. Foreknowledge comes with a price. Are you willing to pay it? Last time it was your birth son, what will it be now? Your wife? Daughter?"

"Enough," Valarius snapped. "I get it. But is there anything you can tell me?"

For a moment Veritas was silent.

"A man with a turban holds a dark secret," she said at last. "And the red stone would be an invaluable asset. That is all I can say."

With that, the woman stood, bowed her head, and left, leaving Valarius to ponder her words.

"Damn woman," he muttered.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office

Dumbledore went over the meeting with the Sith in his mind. Many things he had seen and heard troubled him. What would Harry be like after living in such an environment? The aged headmaster hoped the boy had inherited the kindness of his parents. However, there would be no doubt that darkness will have tainted him. Dumbledore would have to work extra hard at guiding the young boy.

After all, it wouldn't do for the Wizarding World's savior to be dark, now would it? If need be, Dumbledore would have to take extreme measures to ensure the boy came to the light and under his wing.

It was for the greater good, after all.

AN

Author: What? No Harry this chapter? Well don't worry. From now on, we'll no longer be following our esteemed meddler, and will now follow our "hero". Now you're probably wondering what language that was that the Sith suddenly started speaking. Well, that's actually the language of the Sith. I'm not going to provide translations for you, so you'll have to figure it out for yourselves.

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