Chapter 1: Padawan learner.

Harry felt miserable, the last thing he remembered was his uncle beating him for the cupboard dor locking itself, and then, a strange voice, he couldnt remember it, but it had felt so powerful, peaceful...loving, and now he was feeling...wet. Harry slowly opened his eyes, taking a double take as he realized he was floating in some sort of strange tank, with some strange thing on his mouth, blowing air into his lungs. His eyes widened even more when the liquid in the tank drainedout, and he fell limply down at the bottom of it.

A door in the tank opened and a man, with piercing blue eyes, and short brown hair and a white tunic and brown robe carefully approaced him. "Please dont hurt me, I-I di-didn't mean to get in here", Harry said fearfuly, curling himself into a ball, and trying to make himself as small as possible.

The man looked sadly at Harry, no child should be so afraid of anyone. "Do not worry young child, I wont hurt you, I PROMISE", the man said the last word a bit forcefully, and he touched Harry's right arm gently, as if willing Harry to believe him. Harry was still not convienced, after all people had always hurt him, but at the same time, the man looked so...so divine, over such things as mere violence. His blue eyes, shining with concern and gentleness, that careful loving smile, it all compelled Harry to trust this man, at least for now.

Master Kavar, sensed the conflicting emotions of the young boy in front of him, until the boy apparently alowed himself to trust Kavar. Kavar smiled at Harry, and carefully lifted the boy into his arms. Healer Saru was at least right about malnourishment, the boy was practically weightless, and aparently very much afraid, as he was trembling with barely contained fear again. Master Kavar sighed, this would be more difficult than he imagined, after all, the code was against emotional bondings, but Master Kavar had always been a bit of a rebel, his fighting style proved that, and he had always meant that Jedi who used their emotions to better bond and protect their closest would become the best Jedi, if they didn't give in to anger and hate that was.

"Do not worry young one, I will take you to my apartment here in the Temple so that we can get you some proper clothes, and then I shall answer any questions you might have, but for the moment I sugest that you relax", he said with a little smile.

Harry who had indeed been most curious about where he was, as he saw the huge hall they were currently walking through, relaxed at Kavar's suggestion, and he closed his eyes slightly, pondering to himself about what had happened to him. A little while ago, he had been living in a place worse than hell, beeing constantly beaten, belitteled, starved in other words emotionally and physically abused, and now, he was in a strange plac, that had to be huge if the halway here was anything to judge by, and te man who was currently carrying him apeared to be wery kind and wise, and Harry could already feel a strange conection to the man, not that he could explain it, it just was a strange feeling of trust to the man.

After a few minutes, Kavar stopped and put his hand on some sort of Tv screen, and a voice answered, "Welcome Master Kavar", and then the wall had suddenly slided into another part of the wall, leaving a opening wide enough for two persons to walk through comfortably. The room was big. From the floor to the rof, it was at least forty feet.The room itself was circular, and decorated with a number of strange plants. The walls were a light and inviting brown, with details picked out in white. At the center of the room there was a circular raised platform, about six feet in diameter. One part of the rom had some rather large windows, and Harry could see that beyond the windows there was a large city, in fact all the way to the end of the horison there was one large city, and with what looked a bit like airplanes flying in orderly lanes at different heights in the air. From what Harry could see there was another four dors in the room, and in a part of the room that was surrounded by diferent plants there was a small sitting area filled with what looked like comfortable chairs in red and green.

Kavar sat Harry down in one the chairs, smiling gently at him. "Just wait here for a little moment and I will be right back with some clothes for you". Harry sat paitiently, still thinking. Can it be true? someone is actually going to give me clothes that fit? he sincerely doubted it, but he wanted so much to believe the kind man, and why shouldnt the man not give him clothes? so far he had done what he promised.

A few minutes later, Kavar came out again, his arms loaded with different kinds of tunics, boots, belts, robes, trousers, anything he could think of almost. He put the different clothes down before Harry. "Ok, this is basically what I have in here, but we could always go to the tailor to et you something else if you want to" Kavar said a bit unsure.

Harry's eyes had widened spectaculatly when he had seen all of the clothes laid before him. "NO", he had shouted, before he realized what he had done, and immediately grew fearful again. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout...it's it's just that I have never had any clothes that fit, and well this is more than enough sir, please forgive me for shouting" he said quickly. Thats it, he's definately going to get angry now, Harry cried inside himself.

Kavar smiled at the little boy. "Don't worry young child, there is nothing wrong with shouting at times, so no need to worry, well I want you to pick out a few different assortments of what you want, and take them with you, and then I will take the rest back to my closet", he said kindly.

Harry looked happily up at the Jedi Master in front of him, before he began sorting out his clothing. First he took one set identical to that of Kavars clothing. A whithe shirt and a slightly tan tunic to go over it, a pair of trousers the same light tan colour as the tunic, a simple leather belt, a pair of leg high dark brown leather boots, and a dark chocholate brown robe to have on top of it all. Kavar looked kindly on the boy, silently urging him to go on.

Next Harry took another white sweater, and then he stoped for a moment, wondering what else he should take. He decided on a tunic with a slightly green look to it, and a matching pair of trousers. He then took a pair of boots identical to the others he had taken exept these were of jade green instead of brown, and they were smooth and the surface was completely spotless and glossy. A belt that was compositioned of small smoth black scales went to the mix, and for a finish he picked a jade green robe as well. "Thats all I want sir" Harry said.

Master Kavar smiled, the boy definately had taste. "Very good, I suggest you dress yourself, and meanwhile I will take these back" he said, picking up the other clothes, and dissapearing through the door. Harry looked down at his selective clothing, and decided to wear the set that was identical to the kind man. It was a strange feeling to have clothes that actually fit him, and while it was strange, it was definately good.

Kavar invardly smiled at the sight of the boy who had sat himself down in a good soft armchair, and he sat himself down in the chair oposite the young boy, preparing for a long conversation. "Well my young lad, I'm sure you have many questions, so I'll let you to them, just let me know your name first", Kavar said kindly.

Questions, was he realy alowed to ask questions, but uncle Vernon hand never allowed him that, but then again this wasn't uncle Vernon, so he should just get to it, he told himself. "My name is Harry, Harry Potter sir", harry said quickly. "And I well...where am I ? Who are you? Why are you so nice to me"? Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.

Kavar took a second to sort out the quickly processed questions, before he gave out a loud snort, that was followed by ful blown laughter, ah the joys of young Padawans who are strangers to the order, he thought mirthfully to himself. Harry smiled sheepishly, a bit embarrassed by himself, but realized that he wasn't in any danger of being hurt, he had no doubts about this man anymore.

"Well Harry, where shall I start?", began Kavar. "You are at the Jedi temple, on the planet of Couruscant". A Jedi, is a person who can use the Force, a person who dedicates his life to protect all of those who can not protect themselves. We are the protectors of the galaxee, whe do our best to maintain peace throughout the galaxee. We help the poor, heal the sick, and often give advice to the Republic".

"Now, the Force is something that exists everywhere. It is the reason life exists, beacuse without the Force, there is no life, and without life there would be no Force either. Inside each person, there is something that is called midichlorians, midichlorians are the living represantives of the Force, and they exist inside every living cell and they are so small that we cannot see them without special instruments", Kavar went on.

"Each person have a different amount of midichlorians inside them, most living creatures have between a couple of hundred to about two thousand midichlorians. Most Jedi have between seven thousand and twelve thousand, but Jedi having more or less midichlorians is not unheard of. Now, we Jedi, we have so many midichlorians inside us, that we can use the force to do different things, we can move things", he demonstrated by levitating a few of the plants around them. "We can use the Force to heal ourselves, and others, we use it to move faster, to get better reflexes, we can see things that are happening far away or we can use it to persuade other people to do certain things, we can even see what will hape in the future".

"And as for who I am, I am Kavar, one of the Jedi Masters here on Couruscant, we have a few other places around the galaxee as well where we Jedi have Enclaves, and a little council, but many Jedi just stay on their homeplanet, acting as the local advisor and helper. And most importantly, I am being nice to you, beacuse we Jedi are sworn to protect the galaxee and it's inhabitants. And you, the Force brought you here to us from you own homeplanet, you have lived a hard life, and therefore we will help you...We have not found out how many medichlorians you have yet, but I can feel that you hve many, very many and you can become one of the greatest Jedi in the entire Republic, so Harry Potter, I Jedi Mastar Kavar ask you to become a part of the Jedi order, and become my padawan learner, I shall train you so that one day you will become a great Jedi".

Harry looked at Kavar. "D-Do you mean that, I could become a Jedi"? and before Kavar even had the chance to react at all, seven year old Harry Potter had flung his arms around Kavar, and hugged him. Kavar smiled and hugged him back. "Yes Harry, you will become a great Jedi someday", he whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry and Kavar spent the next few hours, chating over the basic principles of both the Republic, the Jedi order and the Force, before Kavar managed to convience a rather reluctant Harry Potter to go to bed. At first Harry had been completely stunned by the fact that he got his own room, but after a slight admonishing by the Jedi Master, he had simply stopped complaining about not wanting to be a trouble and just gone to bed. Kavar had sat at the Harry's vedside, slowly running his fingers through his hair in smoth comforting moves, until the young Jedi-to-be had fallen asleep, but he definately needed to do something about the boy's self confidence, and make him become used to accepting praise, yes there was much to do still, Kavar thought to himself s he too fell asleep.

Next morning Harry awoke to find himself in a warm and comfortable bed, and a snoring Jedi Master sitting in the chair beside him. It took a few seconds before Harry realized that last night had not been a dream, but that he was actually going to become a Jedi. Harry looked over at Kavar who was still sleeping soundly as ever, before a slightly mischeivous smile crept across his face. Silently stepping out of bed, and tiptoing over to the bathroom, he filled a nearby bucket with water, before tiptoing out again and with the grin now fully established emptied the bucket with ice cold water over his soon-to-be new Master's head.

Kavar had jumped almost to the rof when he was rudely awokened by the cold water. At first he wondered wthat in the name of the Force could have done that, before taking a look at the young boy who was currently wringing himself with laughter on the floor. Groaning at his luck, just typichal me, getting a Padawan who loves to play tricks on someone, Kavar walked into his own room, to change robes, all the while grumbling about "mischeivous, morning bird, hyper energy Padawans". When Harry came into the living room in his and Kavar's apartment a few minutes later, kavar had already made the breakfast ready, and was currently sitting with his arms crossed and a sour look on his face, alhough his eyes betrayed his emotions that he actually found Harry's little stunt funny.

Harry sat down at the table, looking inocently at Kavar. "Why is there something wrong Master? you seem a bit wet on your head", he said still trying, and failing miserably to look innocent. Kavar loked sharply at his young protege, trying to keep a stern posture, but it was soon followed by a snort, which turned into a chuckle, and soon both of them were laughing.

Harry and Kavar spent the day continuing to go through the basic history of the Order and the Republic. Harry who had not been to god at school (he had deliberately avoided doing homework, or paying attention due to the fact that he would be punished if he got beter scores than 'dear duddikins') found the subject very interesting, and paid rapt attention to his Master. Kavar was happy at the progress he had made, harry was completely relaxed around him, and although he was still a bit tensioned around other Jedi, he was becoming much more sure of himself.

Harry loved life at the Temple, and quickly got into the routines that was expected by a Padawan. One of the most difficult things was to master Galactic Basic, although spoken exactly like English, the written form was completely different from English. After mastering Basic, they had continued on with learning Huttese, Sullustian, and Rhodian, and after a month Harry was even beginning to grasp the concept of Droid communication and was slightly fluent in Wookiean.

Five hours a day was spent on learning about politics, various cultures and sectors of the galaxee. How to fly a starfighter, mechanics, cumputer use, the art of sublety when talking to persons and other such things.

And then Harry could spend hours, simply meditating on the Force. The Force was such a truly incredible thing. When he closed his eyes, and concentrated on the feeling of the force, he could almost feel the steady heartbeats of the Force, the calming prescence it had on him. It was like gigantic ocean, reaching out to everyone, he could for one 'see'a thread of the Force spreading out from himself to Master Kavar, most likely that was the bond they shared.

He loved i when they trained in the Force, he could move quite many different things now, but he still had problems with keeping multiple things in the air, especially if they were big. He had however grasped the concept of using the Force to guide him when fighting with swords and martial arts, using it to foresee his opponent's actions, and to guide his strikes. But the cooles most likely was to use the Force to augment his strenght so that he could make some truly death defying leaps into the air, or run so fast that he could feel the wind truly rush across his face.

Also flying a speeders was truly awesome, he had picked up on flying like a fish take to swimming, although the first time he had taken a speeder by himself had been a truly embarrassing moment. he had been stoped and arrested for severe traffic violations by the police on Couruscant, the conversation he had with the council afterwards was embarrassing, especially ater they had cracked up and laughed at him for mistaking the police froma local Correllian swoop gang, and had therefore refused to pull over, and had driven at breakneck speed through the traffic going in the opposite direction for almost twenty minutes, before realizing whom were following him, he had been baned from driving a speeder on Couruscant for the next four years, and it did not help when Master Kavar was constantly teasing him about it.

Although the history and language lessons very exiting, whet Harry really loved was the lessons he had on swordfighting and various martial arts. Although he had been very weak when he had arrived at Couruscant, a month hard training and a good diet had gotten his body to what it should have been like. Kavar and the other Councillors had quickly discovered that Harry was a natural at sword and martial arts, as well as being a natural in a starfighter, and he was also a very gifted student among machanics, demolitions and different computer use.

All in all, compared to his age, and time spent in the Order, he was an extremely gifted child, and though gifted he was far behind what many Padawans and younglings his age, but he was quickly cathing up. After two years Harry was brought before the council.

"Young Potter, these last two years here have shown us how truly remarkable you are. You have adapted to the life of the Jedi with quick vigour and after having been abused for most of your life you are still true to the light. Your knowledge of the Force, as well as your understanding of the Force, and for history, languages, politics swordfighting and much more, we will allow you to take the trials to become a Padawan learner under Master Kavar, do you want to proceed with the trials?", asked Master Vrook.

"Yes Master Vrook, I feel honored that you deem me ready for the trials", Harry said humbly while giving a small bow to the Masters.

"Very well, young Potter, first we will ask you a few questions, are you ready"?, Vrook asked, Harry simply nodded in approval.

"You are fighting a Dark Jedi, and there is a pause in the battle, what do you do? I would try to convince him to turn back to the light side, after all there is never too late for redemption" Harry answered.

"Ok, you are pursuing a person through a ship, and he close a blast door and lock it, what would you do? I would try to slice it open by a cumputer, and if that would not work, I would have tried to cut it open with my saber", Harry said with confidence.

"Hmm, wery well, you have control of a small fleet, and your planet is attacked by a larger fleet, what would you do"? Harry pondered long on this. "I would order my fleet away from the system, making the enemy believe that we fled, and after the enemy troop had made planetfall, the fleet would attack back, going after capital ships and other vital ships first, taking a few ships at the time with joint boarding operations. After all a space batle between fleets can take a few hourse, when one fleet have a full crew and troops and concentrate on a few ships at the time. The enemy would then have to concentrate on fighting on the planet, and also hasten back to reinforce their fleet, a battle they could not have won".

The council spent a long time wondering on the answer, especially the last one, and after having some sort of mental conversation, Master Vrook stepped forward. "Young Potter, the council have decided that you would be most fitting as a Jedi Sentinel, and such we award you this yellow crystal, which you shall use in your lightsaber, if you manage to construct a perfect lightsaber, you will be granted the rank as Jedi Sentinel Padawan in the Order". Harry smiled to himself, as he accepted the crystal with a bow, before turning and walking back to his and Kavar's apartment.

Harry had been studying lightsaber construction for a few months now, and was sure that he was ready. He looked down at the workbench where all the different parts was laid out before him, taking a deep breath and allowing the force to guide him he started constructing it. After several hours he looked down at the saber in his hand.

The metal was a bright silver like substance, strong enough to portect itself from the power withing a lightsaber. Part of the sylinder, had a dark soft leather to make the grip a bit more comfortable, while the blade lenght mechanism was close to the top, there was another little handy device that had been mounted at the end of the saber, a small transmittor, and so if Harry lost his saber, all he would need to do was to press a button mounted on a special wristband on his left hand, and the saber would fly through the air, and into his hand, if it was withing two hundred yards that is. With this extra bit the sylinder lenght was twenty four cm and it fitted perfectly into his hand.

Now was the moment of truth though, if he had done a mistake the saber could very well blow up and kill him, so making a prayer to the Force, he pressed the button to turn it on, A sharp hiss, and a yellow beam about 1.2 meters in length stood out from his saber, humming with energy, and Harry Potter smiled, it was Padawan Potter now, a few more years and maybe he would become a Knight.