An old man's hands trembled as he put down the letter he had just finished reading. He rubbed his temples, wondering if this was just a ruse or the contents of the letter were indeed correct.
It made no sense.
It was impossible!
But the letter was written, without a doubt, with Garrick's handwriting.
"Tibby!"
A little creature with bat-like ears and bulging brown eyes the size of a tennis balls appeared in the room, a loud sound along with it.
"Yes, Master Headmaster, sir?
"Get me a glass of firewhiskey. And bring the bottle, please."
The little elf shook his head.
The room Harry had rented at the Leaky Cauldron was dark and cold. The third floor board –counting from the door to the window- insulted him on various languages each time he stepped on it, and the ragged bed seemed to move on its own will –each morning, he woke in another location in the room-. Harry thought it was cool.
Since the day he found out he was a squib, Harry's mood dangerously oscilated between 2 states –joy, and emptiness-. Finally, he was free from his relatives, but at the same time, he knew he'd never fit in the Wizarding World.
But even if it was true, even if he was a squib, Harry wouldn't give up. The first time he armed himself with courage and faced the world again, the thing he set out to do was to investigate the Force. If there was a group of people who could know something about his supernatural abilities, it'd be the wizards. He felt really let down when the only thing that he found about magic without wands was barely mentioned in an ancient textbook, and it specified it was a taxing and very complex magic.
Understanding that maybe he'd never find someone to teach him the ways of the Force, Harry decided to walk them by himself, and to create them from the very bottom. And so, the days went by, and Harry kept himself locked in the room trying to lift the History of Magic books he had bought.
Meditation.
Blessed, tiresome, boring, and rewarding meditation.
It had been a while since Harry felt so frustrated. As soon as he managed to penetrate the Force, its presence soon would become overwhelming and luminous, filling his conscience in such a way that he usually lost concentration and the connection broke. The Leaky Cauldron was so full of the Force, so full of radiant, powerful magic, that he simply could not endure the sensorial onslaught.
"Freaking goddamned magic." He mumbled.
There was only one place in the entire Alley where he could successfully touch the Force. Gringotts.
Goblins didn't allow wizards to use magic at Gringotts. In fact, it was forbbidden. Harry knew it had something to do with the wand prohibition that goblins suffered since the rebellions of Urg the Unclean, but he didn't fully undertand the technical details.
And so, he found himself at the bank's door.
He entered paying no mind to the goblins that sat on the tall and dark stools and made for the waiting room, pretending to be another ordinary customer. He sat on one of the empty chairs, and braced himself for the overwhelming sensations, because even if there was no magic in Gringotts's Halls, the Force shone like a beacon inside each goblin and wizard.
It didn't take long until Harry's senses sharpened beyond normal, and the Force started to flow from and into him. He could feel the gray hairs on each goblin head, the vibrating wands on the wizards's pockets, the little fly that just entered the bank that suddenly vanished –victim of some kind of spell- and then... he could feel something more, something that felt just right, that felt exactly like the Force did. Maybe another Force user? A squib?
Was it a...
"Wizard! It's your turn already!"
Harry opened his eyes, clearly annoyed by the sudden light, and groggily focused his sight.
"Hm? Oh, ehm, sorry, Mr. Goblin..." Harry
"Well, get on with it already, wizard." The goblin snapped, without looking at him.
"I think I, ehm, I forgot my key! Yes, I forgot it. I am always forgetting stuff, I apologize, Mr. Goblin…" Harry said, pretending to search his pockets. Life with the Dursleys had trained him well.
"Stop wasting my time then."
Without looking at him, the goblin made a gesture with his hand, and he knew he was being dismissed. He turned and went for the door, avoiding a particularly nasty looking man who was yelling at another teller.
Harry had the most peculiar feeling that the sunrays were greeting him as he stepped out of the bank. The Force seemed to fill every inch of the street, its song warm and cheerful.
He felt a push to go left, and he allowed the Force to carry him wherever it deemed necessary.
What was that thing he had felt at the bank?
It didn't feel alive, yet it didn't feel dead either.
"Look!" Harry heard "The new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever –"Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. Harry sighed, and turned.
The shop if front of him looked nicer than the rest of the stores; at least it was clean and had some light coming from it. A wooden sign hanged on top of the door, silver letters carved over the wood. It read: The Lonely Squib.
It seemed like the Force had a cinic stroke. Without second thought, he left.
"¡Me cago en todos tus muertos!"
Harry winced, taking another step into the room. It looked like Spanish was the insulting board's favorite language. He still remembered it yelling at him in something that seemed like a lot of screeching. It reminded him of Aunt Petunia.
¿What had become of the Dursleys?
Harry hadn't spared much thought to his relatives, and frankly, he didn't really cared about them, but… they were still his family, even if they didn't like him. It had been a couple of weeks since that day he left their home, and Harry felt guilty about not contacting them.
Would they be worried?
Nah. He remembered Uncle Vernon always talked about dropping him in an orphanage if he didn't behave. And even if they were, Harry was not letting them steal his money.
He sat on the grubby chair that randomly appeared in the room the day before yesterday, and took one of the books from the pile in the bed. The cover looked like a true work of art, golden letters over the image of a smiling man. A Guide for the Happy Squib, it read. He opened the book where he had left the other night.
…and that's another reason why squibs should try to mingle with muggles as much as possible...
Now he remembered why he had only read the first three pages.
There was not much to do in the Alley once you had bought everything you needed. And Harry already had bought all the needed supplies for Hogwarts, even if he didn't know if he was allowed to go. He tried researching about successful squibs, but not a single one of them had done something remarkable on wizarding history, or at least, that was what it looked like.
Of course, he could still read the Hogwarts textbooks, but what good would that do?
That left him with only one other option, and a cup of Crazyberry juice later, he found himself at Gringotts once again.
Harry could see his very own face staring at him on the white marble that prevailed at the bank. People came and went as usual, but a curious tingle on his neck warned him that there was something special about that day.
The squib already knew his way around the bank like he knew his very own cupboard, and made for the furthest sitting spot that he favored. There stood a simple, comfy chair that no one seemed to notice. It was the only witness to his meditation sessions.
He easily made contact. Harry was surprised to feel something strange today. The Force seemed nervous, expecting something that would have an impact upon it.
Oh! There it was again!
Harry had tried to feel the thing he had found here the first time, but had failed every time until now. It felt close, as if it was… in front of him.
"Harry Potter. Is the bank's chair comfortable enough for you?"
A rather strange –even for a goblin- specimen was standing before him. He wore a long dark coat, his hair seemed whiter than the rest of the goblins and his face bore way more wrinkles too. In his chest, hanged a blue cube.
"Well?" He said "Why do you keep coming every day? Did you think we wouldn't notice?"
Harry felt a lump form in his throat.
"I…wish to buy something from you, Sir."
What? He wished to buy something from the goblin? Where did that come from?
The goblin's eyes shone with a malicious glint.
"And what would that be, hm?"
He felt the Force become unrest, urging him to look at the goblin's amulet with all its might.
"Your amulet, Sir." Harry said.
Surprise flashed in the goblin's face, and it was gone as fast as it came.
"This?" The creature asked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but this is a clan heirloom. I think I don't want to part with it, unless you are willing to make a very good offer."
Fair enough.
Harry didn't really know what it was, but he felt like the Force was advising him to get that cube, no matter what.
"I think it'd cost you... half your vault."
"Im sorry?"
"Half your vault, Mr. Potter... and at the time of your demise, it shall come back to us."
Greedy, damnable little pieces of shit!
Harry sensed something fishy. That thing didn't nearly look goblin made; it was too technological for it to be, too flashy and colorful!
"I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure that thing is not goblin made. You can't really expect me to give it back!" Harry exclaimed.
The goblin sent him a hateful look and spoke "Two thirds of your vault, then".
It sure looked like the goblin didn't want to part with the thing, thank you very much.
But the Force begged him to get it.
"Deal."
The amulet remained untouched on the bag as he walked to his room at the Leaky Cauldron. What had he done?! He was a squib for Christ's sake! He would never get a job in the Magical World, and going back to the muggles was out of question! He really needed that money! All to buy this... this trinket!
And yet, he felt it. The Force seemed to sing stories of old and new around him, soothing and calming.
He made his entrance and jumped over the insulting board, took a turn left and headed for the bed. It was of no use having second thoughts, he told to himself. He had already done the deed, and there was no coming back. Still, he couldn't figure out why did the Force wanted him to get the thing so much, even if it meant jeopardizing his future.
And when he finally sat on the bed and looked into the bag, he understood why.
It's color, dark blue. A complex layout symmetrically graced the sides of the object, giving it an ancient look. Some strange crystalline material was used to construct the sides of the cube, which lighted up as soon as his fingers made contact with it.
Embellished, Harry rotated the thing in his hands, taking in every aspect of it.
Click.
Did I just break it?!
Harry almost threw the thing at the bed when it started to change its form.
A blue light flickered into existence, taking a human form.
"Greetings. I am Jedi Master Cor-Na and this, is a holonote.
I have foreseen the destruction of the Core Worlds, along with the Jedi Order. I resigned the Order, and took with me all the holocrons and tools I could. They call me a traitor and a thief, but in time they will understand. My objective is to find a somewhat developed planet on the Outer Rims, where the Jedi Order could flourish again with the guidance of the Force.
In this planet, I'll hide those bits of Jedi knowleadge. This will be my last mission, I am old and I hurt for the future I have seen. I'm sure that when you watch this, I'll be long gone. It is up to you, to reconstruct the Order and bring peace to the galaxy.
Before I grant you access to the rest of the secrets I stored on this device, you must understand this:
There is no death, there is only the Force.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.
When you fully get the meaning behind those words, come to me again and I shall judge. You are not ready yet.
Good luck, and may the Force be with you."
Huh.
Harry scratched the back of his head.
A/N: Hi guys! Thank you so much for the reviews and feedback, I'm quite the noob, so it's much appreciated.
I understand you have some questions, like how could have Harry gotten a Hogwarts letter if he was a squib, or if Harry is going to outer space or not. Well, you'll have to wait and see!
I wouldn't be a very good author if I revealed the entire plot the very first chapters, right?
See you soon!
P.S: What do you guys think about the story's pacing?
