Sup all, wrote this in about two hours and I'll go over it again after I get off from work I just thought I'd publish it now since I'm too tired to further edit this.

I'm exhausted, no sleep, one more day of work, so please just enjoy this insomnia fic and offer your opinion. Take care all, I'm going to try and catch one last hour of sleep before I have to go back to work.

Bastila Shan had been continuously surprised by the woman beneath the mask of Darth Revan since practically the moment she had met her, and she would readily admit that the Jedi Council had incredibly misunderstood her and her motivations.

She was passionate, sarcastic, pragmatic to a fault, and had a control of the Force that was practically breathtaking. She unlike the Sith Bastila had been trained to fight would show mercy, didn't have a propensity for monologing unless asked a direct question, and hadn't once rambled on about her power over the Dark Side.

She saw what needed to be done, weighed the pros and cons of her actions, the actions and inaction's of the opposing forces, and took the most direct route that would lead to the best result for all parties involved. That included enemy casualties that she really took no pleasure in, it was what needed to be done, simple as that, not reveling in the suffering of her foes in the slightest.

If you put the title aside, she was no Sith, not by a long shot.

Really after everything she'd been told it seemed far less likely that the woman formerly known as Aleine Starwind had fallen to the Dark Side, and far more likely that she had sauntered down a gentle incline while whistling a cantina song. She was perhaps the only person Bastila had ever met that was able to walk the thin grey line between the Light and the Dark and stay there.

It was honestly rather terrifying.

That being said she had surprised Bastila yet again when she had stopped walking down the sidewalk of the suburb they'd settled in and immediately veered into the opposite direction. Letting the Force flow through her Bastila felt the pain, despair, and longing weakly pulsing ahead of them, eyes widening she quickly followed her companion as they entered a copse of trees and came to an abrupt stop.

Before them lay a bloodied waif of a child, shivering in the November cold as he held a tattered bloodied jacket in his fevered grasp, the shamed resignation boiling off the slight form actually causing her pause.

Revan though stared down at the boy and if the look of utter rage that roiled off her features was any indicator she was getting far more from the child then she had, that's when something shocking happened.

The boy glanced up with emerald green eyes the exact same shade as the Dark Lady's, and once meeting her gaze he muttered, "Mum?"

Something like confused longing, resolution, and even yes, love, pulsed off the Dark Lady as she smiled down at the boy and she soon muttered something to him as she leaned down and picked his shivering form up gently.

It was approaching twilight and this park was fairly abandoned especially for this time of year so Revan risked calling down the Defiant which had been perfectly acceptable for HK-47. He was after all growing bored supervising largely autonomous construction droids and having nothing to kill for his amusement, and there was always the off chance these primitives would launch fighters to intercept him after all.

If they did, he would get to blast them, win win really.

As the stealth equipped light corvette entered orbit the unlikely duo took the boy to the ship's sickbay and quickly had him under every top of the line medical scanner the Dark Lady had at her disposal.

What they showed was not good, well, not good for whoever had abused this poor child at the very least.

"Multiple poorly healed broken bones, multiple lacerations, weak autoimmune system due to extreme malnutrition, and would you look at that..."

While Revan had been working herself into a rage she paused as the scanners meant to quantify Force sensitivity shot up to levels that neither woman had ever seen.

"That...that boy is practically off the scale!" Bastila muttered to herself, Revan only nodded slowly as her brow furrowed slightly before replying in a quiet tone.

"I've never seen the distribution of Force energies like this before, this kid is..." She let out an amused snort while shaking her head, "He's something special."

A moment later the computer made a *ping!* noise and a slot beside the table slid open exuding three clear vials that quickly filled with various coloured liquids. Once the red light beside them turned green Revan snatched the vials up and placed one in an injector gun, applying each to the unconscious boy she soon discarded the lot into a biohazard trash bin.

It was only a matter of minutes to cut the boys rags off of him and hook him up to the proper equipment to drop him into one of the Sickbay's two Kolto tanks. Revan was startled as Bastila gently pushed her aside and began dancing her fingers across the tanks control panel while shooting her companion a chagrined smile.

"Sorry I was training to be a healer when the Masters found out about my Battle Meditation, let me take care of this all right?"

Revan stared at her a moment and she felt a brief spike of rage in the Force as she muttered, "They forced a healer to abandon her calling to go to war as a front line soldier?"

Bastila froze at that, and turned to meet Revan's gaze and realized a moment later that it hadn't shifted into the sick yellow signifying Dark Side taint. The rage Revan was expressing was on her behalf and her clear emerald gaze reflected that, cheeks heating she turned back to the console while quickly muttering her response.

"I hadn't looked at it that way before but...yes."

"Fierfek... Bloody idiots the lot of them."

She hadn't meant to but Bastila hummed out an agreeing, "Mmhmm," as she set the childs treatment up and moments later the wondrous healing drug known as Kolto flooded the waters of the tank.

Taking a step back she stared at the frail boy bobbing in the waters before them and soon let out a low sigh.

"Now what?"

Revan pinched the bridge of her nose while shaking her head slowly, "I... Bastila I don't know what is wrong with me right now. I feel so protective over that brat, and so enraged over his treatment that I'm kind of scaring myself, and I have no idea why. Do you have any idea how many innocents died while I tried to fend off the Mandalorians? Sure I tried to limit civilian casualties during my run as a General and a Dark Lady but eventually the numbers just became statistics."

Pausing she eventually turned to Bastila and whispered out, "So why do I care about this one insignificant child so much? Sure he is powerful in the Force but..."

But he had called her Mum, Bastila thought to herself.

They were silent for a time before Revan turned and left the room, Bastila continued to monitor the child's tank when eventually her companion returned, clad in all her armor and robes aside from her helmet.

Staring down at her hands Darth Revan eventually turned back to Bastila and gave her a wan smile, "His name is Harry James Potter. He is seven years old and lives with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon at Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England, of the United Kingdom. He loves math and books about knights and magical creatures, has a weakness for classical literature, and despises his cousin for forcing him to pretend he is even dumber than the little shit in question is."

Bastila stared at her...friend? Perhaps, someday anyway, and nodded slowly, "Are you going to kill them?"

Darth Revan, the Dark Lady of the Sith stared down at her gauntlet clad hand a moment before shaking her head and meeting her companions gaze evenly.

"Yes, but first? I'm going to destroy them."

Petunia Dursley was cheerfully humming to herself as she washed dishes while Vernon was reading the morning paper and her precious Diddykins watched the telly all the while blithely aware that the FREAK was gone. If she had known that all it would have taken for her former sisters bastard ingrate freak of a child to vanish was to lash him with a belt she would have had Vernon do it years ago.

Swaying her head to the radios music she paused when the doorbell rang. Sighing she wiped her hands on a dish towel, a gift from the odious sister of her dotting husband, and she quickly went to the front door to open it.

Her scream was only cut off by the instantaneous hyperventilating that the image before her kicked in.

The woman was clad in layers of red armor and black robes, her wine red hair blowing in the wind as their mother's smoldering emerald gaze burnt into her eyes.

"Lily!"

"Not quite, but close enough."

Her apparently not dead sister then extended her hand and Petunia felt something like a vice latch upon her throat and lifted her into the air, stepping into the house Lily closed the door behind her and released the grip she had on the older woman sending her to the floor.

Staring down at the gasping woman in disgust she turned towards Vernon who roared in rage at her and charged forward like a bull.

Vernon would protect her, he alwa-

Lily extended her hand and lightning sprayed forth that engulfed her husband sending him across the room in a smoking sprawl. Snorting in amusement Lily turned back to her and grinned wickedly as she rested her palm to Petunia's forehead.

"Now, dear sister, lets find out exactly everything you know, shall we?"

Three hours later the Surrey police responded to a frantic call from Privet Drive, when they arrived they had to resist the urge to vomit. Both Petunia and Vernon Dursley had been crucified in their homes front garden, disemboweled and left for dead, with the word "FREAKS!" painted on the front of the house in their own blood.

The only survivor found was their traumatized son who was cowering under his bed, as for their nephew, well he didn't exist on any public records, so he was never mentioned to the authorities and ceased to exist.

Darth Revan smirked as she adjusted her newsboy cap and turned away from the tableau before her, the compulsion she had forced on Dudley would have him inform all who asked what his parents had done to his cousin. A cousin who he had only ever known as 'Freak', and thus the Dursleys would be remembered as monsters and nothing more.

"Good enough," she muttered to herself as she approached the field housing her ship which she quickly entered.

Deciding to screw with her 'apprentice' a bit she pecked Bastila on the cheek and quickly entered the Sickbay realizing that Harry had been removed from his tank and left on a heated hospital bed.

Staring down at the boy she...couldn't reconcile Petunia's memories and thoughts, her own time displacement, or the feelings she had for this child. Though...though she did remember something that Master Kreia had told her once upon a time.

"Never count on the Force making sense."

She snorted at that as Harry opened his eyes, and as he met her gaze she smiled down to him, "Hello, son."

Who cared if it was all a lie? She had people to protect, an Empire to build, and she wouldn't be held back by any of the old bastards who thought they knew better.

Her thoughts were knocked off track when Harry lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her neck, after a few moments he muttered, "Is it really you mum?"

So many thoughts, desires, plots, plans, conspiracies fell to the wayside as she returned the hug and held him close.

"I hope so," and as Harry began sobbing into her shoulder, Darth Revan knew that no matter what, she would protect this child, and to hell with anyone who wished to use him.

In a castle in Scotland, an old man shuddered as if someone had stepped over his grave.