Rebels with a cause
Harry Potter/ Star Wars Rebels crossover
Squib Harry!
Force-Sensitive Non-Jedi Harry
Dudley is decent.

III

The sound of the TIE Interceptor broke up the exchange of Imperial blasters for credits and information on Wookies. "Vizago is not dealing with Imperials. Not sirree, we are done." The scruffy ill-kept Devaronian said as he jumped into his speeder and took off.

"Karabast, Kanan…" Growled Zeb as he grabbed his Bo-Rifle; this Bo-Rifle had been made by him at the Lasan-Malamut Corporation on Lasan, it was amongst the few things in the Universe that could stand up to a lightsaber. Other things were Force Weapons, Beskar and Cortosis.

Sabine grabbed her pistols and readied her jetpack. She jumped onto the top of the Ghost and jumped onto one of the stone pillars. She flipped her antenna down "I, see two people. One looks like he can barely fit in the armour and another, he seems on edge and skinny."

"A fatty and a skinny. This should be interesting." Snickered Ezra.

"Harry, this way." Dudley said, he was really wishing he hadn't eaten all of those sweets in his earlier years.

Harry rolled his eyes and listened, he couldn't see a fucking thing due to his glasses but he could feel Dudley leading him somewhere. He extended his senses and he stiffened, he pulled out his blaster "Someone's over there."

Dudley stopped causing Harry to almost plough into him "Then what do we do cousin?"

Harry snorted "Not a fucking clue. You know this world not me. I'm just here to keep you alive." Dudley grinned at that.

"Keep me alive? I think that's the other way around."

Harry shrugged "Yet, I've already killed eight or nine Stormtroopers already."

Dudley shrugged "Oh well…Come on let's go."

The pair headed for the rocks when Harry heard it. It was the sound of a jetpack and two pistols being cocked "D, Sabine's the one with Boba Fett armour right?" Dudley nodded.

"Why?"

"She's incoming. Some purple guy is concealed by the shadows of the rock. Another one is trying to flank us and an older female is next to what feels like a ship and a droid…which is freaking out."

"Zeb, Sabine, Ezra, Hera and Chopper…where's Kanan?" Dudley whispered.

Harry shrugged "Keep calm. Keep cool and maybe we can get out of here."

"Going somewhere bucketheads?" Growled who was unmistakably Zeb.

Harry sighed "Is this the part where you expect us to start shooting and you brutally beat the shit out of us?"

Zeb stopped "How did you…" The fatter one stopped him.

"It doesn't matter how we know. Other than we know." Dudley stopped them.

Harry reached out, grabbed Dudley and yanked him back before putting a blaster bolt just past Ezra's face as Dudley was yanked back from a bright orange sling shot of energy "Put the blaster down or I'll shoot."

Harry turned to Sabine's direction and pointed his blaster at Ezra "Think you can kill me before I put a round through this lump of shits skull?"

"Yeah, I do." Sabine said making no move to apply any pressure on the triggers of her pistols. Harry smirked.

"D, track the rest. See which one is liable to shoot me when I shoot blue."

Dudley snickered "None of them. I'd say your free to shoot him."

Harry grinned his finger tightening around the trigger when he felt it. Felt like an invisible hand trying to yank his blaster from his hand. Harry followed the yanking sensation and retalitated by pulling the trigger and firing in the direction of the pull.

Fingers went to triggers as the sound of plasma ignited and the bolts were deflected harmlessly away. Zeb snarled and fired, Harry grinned and moved at the last second and avoided the blaster bolt with ease "Spectres calm down…"

"Kanan…they're troopers." Snarled Zeb. Harry pulled off his helmet.

"Anyone else want a shot?"

"Cousin…don't be stupid."

The Spectres watched as the fat trooper turned on the recently de-helmeted one "Why not?"

"You can't keep me alive if you're dead."

"Who was the one who didn't want to come here? Who got dragged along with you on the foolhardy crusade?"

"What do you mean?" Hera had just arrived, her pistol out.

"Hera, you said your mission from Fulcrum was to find two people who escaped a Star Destroyer…these are them."

Hera nodded "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Hera Syndulla."

"Anakin and the big one is Boba." Harry said keeping to the names they gave to the Inquisitor and Kallus.

"Do you think we're Moof-milkers? Real names." Growled Sabine.

"Please and thankyou would be appreciated. The intimidation effect…requires work. We know of you, he…" With a gesture to Dudley "…likes what you're doing and what you intend to stand for."

"And you?" Asked Chopper.

"Don't want to be involved in anyway shape or form…I'm a nerve burner of the highest order. Oh and completely amoral and immoral."

"How so?" Hera asked curiously. Anakin felt off to her.

"Point me at Stormtroopers and give me a weapon I'm happy. Anyway we going to skidaddle?" Harry asked.

Sabine snorted "Not until you tell us everything."

"Would love to gorgeous but right now we're about to get shot at by imperials." As he spoke an Imperial Troop Carrier had just appeared on the horizon.

"Everyone on the ship…Everyone to the ship." Shouted Hera and they began to run. Harry grabbed Dudley, closed his eyes, concentrated and together vanished from sight. Hera jumped to find their targets in the ship, and Anakin in her seat firing up the controls.

"Out…" She began.

"Droid, I know I'm not authorised but do you want to be a hunk of junk? Thought so. Now, calculate jump to hyperspace, maximise speed and manoeuvrability, minimise the shields, more power to thrusters and guns and can you darlings make yourselves busy." Harry shouted as the ship, rose up. Harry slammed his foot down and they shot off.

Sabine and Zeb only just made it to their seats as they were almost thrown physically back towards the ship. Kanan had to hold the ladder using his arms and core strength. He climbed into the ship and began to fire at the incoming TIE Fighters. "Jump 75% complete." Chopper said.

Harry grinned "Prepare to jump to hyperspace. Chopper depower the guns, maximise everything." Chopper nodded and before anyone could say a thing they jumped into hyperspace from atmosphere. They dropped out half an hour later, Harry spun around and hopped out of the drivers chair as they materialised into real space far away from Lothal.

"What were you thinking?" Hera growled as Harry pulled off the plastic armour.

"I got us out. We are alive. Now let's head back to Lothal and pick up our ride. Might be able to rack us up some extra credits." Harry said.

Dudley grinned "That was fun. Didn't think that was possible."

Harry shrugged "Boba, I mean it is theoretically possible to do stationary jumps to hyperspace from inside a bigger ship. It's just dangerous and doing standing still in atmosphere infinitely more so. However…"were

"We were in atmosphere but we were in flight making us less likely to die." Sabine said entering the living area "Nice flying. Could tell it wasn't Hera's controlled flying but someone completely different."

Harry grinned "Thanks. Now, I believe you had questions. I have answers but I'm too sober to speak of them."

"You'll get your drink after you speak." Growled Zeb.

"What are you going to do if I don't play ball?" Harry replied, really not at all phased by the Lasat.

"Beat you senseless."

Harry shrugged "Go ahead...You can keep hitting me but then in the event that you kill me, you'll have nothing, failed your mission to Fulcrum and down a pilot…Oh and you'd be doing me a favour."

Zeb looked at him "Sleep deprivation, torture, thrown out the airlock."

"Been there done that and you'd be doing me a favour."

Hera stepped in "Are you clinically depressed or something?"

Harry chucked, and it sounded like it was designed to drive people away and it carried on as Ezra backed away "Depressed…no…More like an extremely reluctant fighter who does not want to get involved in another war. In fact I'd say I'm more psychopathic with sociopathic borderline homicidal tendencies."

The Ghost looked at Harry with disgust "You're not willing to put up any sort of fight? None whatsoever? Not even for the people in the same galaxy as yours." Growled Ezra.

"Not my galaxy, not my fight, not my problem. My only problem is my cousin…he wants in on this fight. I don't. Do not make any mistake that me helping you is because I want to. I'm the most reluctant fighter you're ever going to meet."

Hera nodded, however Kanan spoke "You're force sensitive…"

"I'm not interested. I've been a symbol for one war. Not doing it again." Harry said flatly.

"Anakin…The Galaxy, needs you."

"For fucks sake. Anakin, you were right." Dudley said.

"What? Underdogs not taking a no for an answer…Now you getting where I'm coming from?" Harry snapped.

"Yes, yes. I get it. Christ almighty Anakin. What more do you want? An apology? If so I'm sorry. I'm sorry for getting you involved in my desire to help the rebellion."

Harry sighed "It is fine Boba. It is fine. I'm here though."

Dudley grinned "I'm grateful. But what are we gonna tell this lot?"

"Lots of everything and nothing. I trust none of them."

"We are here." Ezra pointed out.

"I wish I wasn't blueball. Seriously, how the fuck did you find us?"

Hera grinned and pulled out a full bottle of Corellian Vodka "Twenty questions?"

Harry grinned "Done."