"Yow! Watch it Xander!" Andrew yelled as he ducked behind the blast screen. "You've got to get used to fine control with these abilities."

Xander grumbled under his breath. For the second week in a row, he was handling objects with too much force.

After Dawn AND Buffy had yelled at him, he had started buckling down and training hard, much more studious at this than he had ever been in school. There was so much to learn in so little time, and he had to get control of these new abilities before anything else. Especially with the side effects that had been showing up.

It wasn't that bad while he was conscious, just getting used to handling his thoughts, which required a lot of meditation, as random things kept happening around him. If he wanted coffee for example, the pot floated towards him and poured without his conscious control. One advantage of this was that Hermione was totally awed by her father's ability, especially since he had taken to walking around in the Jedi outfit that Andrew had created.

Oh, it looked the same, but at appropriate points there was tough and magically enhanced Kevlar and leather, especially on the Jerkin and legs. The boots looked like normal leather, but it had cushioning charms interlaced into the whole thing and was also enhanced so that he was almost weightless while wearing them.

All the clothes did was protect him and give him some of the abilities that couldn't be handled by the amplifiers, such as the force leaps, or taking a hit better. The complaint that he had with it so far was that his head was still unprotected as were his hands. He didn't want to duplicate the film all that closely.

The main disability with the implants was that there wasn't an off switch, for practical combat reasons. This led up to things happening when he was asleep, in the normal weird Harris way. If he didn't learn to control the abilities more, then his dreams and nightmares took on a whole new meaning.

The consequence being that Xander hadn't been with his wife in all that time. "Damn it! It's not like these things came with a manual, we're creating it as we go along."

Andrew rubbed his forehead, "The problem is you're trying too hard. If you would just relax a little, then you would be able to handle everything without a problem. You realize when you're distracted that you can handle an egg?"

Xander sighed, "Yeah, well now I know why the Jedi in the movies had that mantra and code. In battle situations, it's almost impossible to control yourself that far, and it also means that I've got to get a new mindset to handle it."

Andrew tapped his chin lightly as he thought, "Well, did you try some of the methods in the fantasy books?"

Snorting, Xander replied, "Of course I did. They work somewhat, but will take too long. I need something that will help me concentrate, but not too hard."

He didn't want to do this, but his friend needed a push in the right direction. "Just imagine this. If you don't get a handle on your abilities, then it's likely that you will be unable to be with your family ever again. Maybe that is the reason behind Jedi not being in relationships."

"Not on my watch! Start up the machines again. I'm going to get this before it kills me."

Tennis balls started to rocket out of several holes while Xander concentrated on catching them without destroying them. He was doing a lot better than a few minutes ago. With the right incentive people could do a lot, and Xander's incentive was his family and friends.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk in his Wizengamot office, not having been able to get out of there to investigate some rumours.

The past few weeks had not been kind to him.

At the moment, it was all he could do to retain his seat at the ICW as they were calling for an investigation into the handling of Mr. Potter. The facts that the ICW, the lawyers, and the muggles had uncovered were very incriminating, and they wanted real answers, not just the vague impressions he usually gave. As it was, he was preparing for a meeting with ICW representatives from half the world as well as spell creation specialist who were insisting on examining the protection that he had provided for Mr. Potter.

With the new petition for Harry's custody, one with international backing, Dumbledore was being set against a wall. He had already explained about the blood wards, but there was some doubt it was actually working. He was praying that the Dursleys could be persuaded to act nice when the time came, but he doubted it.

With all of the international pressure and the insistence that if Briton didn't clean itself up, others would, there had been massive and far reaching changes in the Ministry.

First, Cornelius Fudge hadn't lasted long. In an emergency meeting of the Wizengamot, Fudge had been fired and Amelia put into place temporarily until an election could be called.

Right after that, to the surprise of all members of the Wizengamot, all members had to be administered Veritaserum to retain their rights. Several had outright refused and had been ousted, and others were found to be supporters of Voldemort leaving barely enough members for a quorum.

Deloris Umbridge had been arrested, questioned with Veritaserum, and was now in prison for most of the rest of her life and her wand snapped.

Azkaban, as it turned out, was appalling to the members of the international community, and evidence had been found that several people who had been thrown in there were political prisoners. A clear violation of the membership rules of the ICW. Prison reforms were taking place, and all former prisoners of the facility had been turned over to the American government to hold until a proper prison could be made.

There had been more, of course, and he was throwing bones to them to stop them from fully investigating Mr. Potter.

Sighing, he leaned back and conjured up some tea. It was going to be a very long night, and he had documents for the last three years of court cases alone, along with the laws. His careful balancing act in trying to keep everyone alive was coming undone and he couldn't see how it could be from the British end. The only real clue that he had was the Prime Minister was better informed than anyone had imagined. This, of course, meant that the Palace was also well informed. Not a pleasant prospect.

There was some really good news. No attacks in the past couple of weeks. Voldemort was laying low while the international watch was on, but it was only a matter of time before he came back. When he did, he hoped that he would have the Jedi to help prevent wars. From the historical documents that Mr. Lovegood sent him, and the documentaries he had managed to find on those memory disks, they had been able to take care of an entire galaxy. Surely one little planet was not that much to ask them to help with.

Life for Peter Petigrew was the same as it had been for the past year.

"WORMTAIL!"

It involved trying his best to prevent a madman from killing him.

"Wormtail," Voldemort said softly as the sniveling man came running to serve, "I need to rebuild my forces. I need to rebuild them, and rebuild an entire organization because of this unprecedented International effort to wipe away my presence. I want you to find out why."

His voice gradually rose as he continued his rant, "Why has international attention been given at this time. How are they so competent at this. Why are they turning over laws left, right, and centre. Where did they get the supplies of Veritaserum as there are few competent enough to brew it. Why is the MUGGLE GOVERNMENT INVOLVED. HOW DID THEY LEARN ENOUGH TO ACT. WHY ARE THEY NOT LEAVING IT TO THE MAGICAL GOVERNMENT. WHEN DID THEY BECOME KNOWLEDGEABLE. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STATUTE OF SECRECY?!?!"

Grovelling on the ground, Peter stuttering replied, "I-I d-do not k-know my lord."

"You will find out. You and Severus will learn all you can. Severus with the old fool, and you by visiting certain ministry officials at night. You are not to be known, but are to overhear any conversations, any rumours, and information on how this came to be." Voldemort hissed, quiet once more. "Severus, I wish to know why you have not informed me of anything to do with Dumbledore."

Snape bowed and then looked to Voldemort, "He has not been in the castle for weeks. Indeed, I had a hard time getting out of the castle to come here myself with all that is happening."

"Tell me, Severus. What is happening?"

"My Lord, it has to do with two matters. Your presence at the Ministry and the Potter boy. When you allowed yourself to be seen by people other than Dumbledore's forces, someone informed people from around the world. They have come to investigate all of British society, and are concentrating, for the moment, on the government and schooling structure. While I am unsure as to all that is happening with the government, the ICW is directing us to change how we handle everything or they will ensure that Hogwarts is no longer an accredited to teach wizardry. My actions in keeping down those of less than pure blood is coming down hard on me, and unless I change, I will be forced away from the school."

Voldemort hissed, "You have served me well there. Very well, follow through on their changes, and keep as quiet as you can. Ingratiate yourself with them."

Severus was taking a chance, but he couldn't do much else, "I cannot give in so easily, My Lord. If I do so, I will surely be more noticed."

Voldemort laughed, "So be it. Ensure that you are in a position where I may call upon you for information. Wormtail, on the other hand, has no such problems."

He turned to the rat animagus, "Be careful. Information is more important than proving my strength, and your life is currently worth more than your losing it. Infiltrate and find the information I need."

Bowing, Petigrew continued out of the room, thankful at least he had his life for another day.

Fudge was drinking quietly.

There were no parties to go to for the disgraced former Minister, no places to see, nothing to do. His political career had come to an end, and he really did not have many life skills to get by aside from that. All because he was not informed of many matters until too late.

He blamed Dumbledore for this. Who else could he blame. While the man hadn't outright lied, he had deceived him on several matters, most notably that of Harry Potter.

As with many matters concerning the headmaster, Mr. Potter was not as safe, or living in as good a condition as had been implied. The lawyers that had confronted him provided proof of the boy being abused, and locked up. The muggle government themselves had come into the picture, and had arrested the Dursleys on a variety of charges. Something that he had not informed Dumbledore of. Let the man find out for himself for all the information he hid.

On the matter of Mr. Black, the lawyers had provided more than acceptable and sufficient proof as to his innocence. This really made Fudge mad because this information could well have been revealed years earlier, either with Veritaserum, or from the members of the Wizengamot following the law. In this, he couldn't blame Dumbledore as he wasn't in a position at the time to overrule anything, and he had also been railroaded as to his testimony.

It could well be the reason the old man decided to keep things to himself.

Still, this didn't help him. In order to get back to a position where he could do something, have the power to ensure good changes were made, he needed leverage. He needed knowledge. And he needed the Jedi.

Unfortunately, he couldn't just kidnap one. With all the attention being paid to them, it would be noticed. There was nothing saying he couldn't learn from them, however.

The first thing in the morning he would head over to their church and buy everything he could. Find out the information. Find out how their abilities could put him back into power.

And he would learn. They had a different magic, and all he had to do was learn how to do it. And if he couldn't he was sure that he could find some spells to duplicate their abilities. If they wouldn't go for power, then he would use their abilities so that he could gain power.

His name was Cornelius Fudge, and there was nothing that would prevent him from getting back to where he was and belonged.

The manager of Gringotts was not pleased as he led the lawyers and their attendants to the V-line vaults. According to the papers given to him, they had the right to all of the contents of those vaults, and that right was being exercised. Oh, it was no skin off his nose who the money belonged to, and if the money here was taken out, never to be returned, so be it. It wasn't his to spend.

No, what was annoying was the fact that Voldemort and the Death Eaters had never informed the goblin nation that they had employed Wolfram and Hart as their lawyers. Even the goblins stayed away from any contact with that firm given their more than demonic clients, or the infighting well known to produce bodies in the various offices. He was especially unpleased to currently be paying host to Angelus and his friend Spike, of the Scourge of Europe. It seemed they now owned all of the offices of Wolfram and Hart.

To the Manager, this was proof of Voldemort's unreliability, and the unhidden vaults of those involved in these chambers would be suffering. There was a clause for hiring on Wolfram and Hart. If you informed the bank that they were handling matters which had a direct effect, nothing other than an extra fee of one percent would be applied. Since these people failed to inform the bank, there was now a handling fee on all transactions by these people of 90%.

The goblins had no want to deal with demons if at all possible. They wanted to deal with idiots even less. If this didn't drain them of money, and got them out of their building as soon as possible so that Wolfram and Hart could collect their souls, then the Goblin Nation would side with those on the opposite end of the chain.

War was good for getting gold, but idiots were good for losing it. The goblin nation was not inhabited by idiots, and they would not ally with those who would spend the nations money on foolishness. "These are the vaults, my people will open them up for you now."

After another week, Xander had perfected his use of the 'Force'.

Now it was time to create the 'Jedi' and it was for that reason that he had called for all off duty personnel at the castle.

Standing in front of everyone, including his family, he started, "As you can see, there have been some changes coming out into the open."

A few snorted at that, having seen some of his training, or his using his sword. Most of the girls just looked at the robes and the fact that he was wearing a close fitting black undersuit that Luke Skywalker wore and giggled. His response to that was typical Harris. He levitated a glass of water to himself to take a sip.

"Now that the laughing is out of the way, Andrew, our chief scientist, has come up with a method of duplicating the Force in people. It will not be easy, and the training, especially the emotional and mind training is hard. There are a few people I want for this, but I am looking for volunteers. Be warned now, it is the most difficult thing you will ever do, and I want you to remember the codes when you apply.

"The battle code is simple. 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.

"The harder code applies both for those of you willing to become Jedi, and to what we already do and are. This code should be adjusted to yourself if you remain only a Slayer, Watcher, or Magic User. Jedi are the guardians of peace on Earth. Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect. Jedi respect all life, in any form. Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the planet. Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.

"Those are the codes I will expect you to live by, if you want to become a Jedi. Take half an hour to talk among yourselves, and if you wish to volunteer, then come up and we will list your name down."

With that he left the podium, and went to talk with his family. "Well, the call has gone out."

"Are you sure you want to do this? Train a lot of people at once?" Dawn asked, having already been given the implants earlier in the day.

Xander smiled gently, "It couldn't be worse than training mini-slayers, like we've done before. Besides, Slayers are built for this, it is only keeping them on the straight and narrow that worries me."

Buffy snorted, as did Faith, who had arrived from the active Hellmouth to participate in this project. "X, you remember what the girls were like around you before, do you really want to risk your pants now that you're giving them even more abilities?"

"Yeah Xander, It's not of the good to involve too many."

Xander laughed lightly, "We've already got an airfield that is being refurbished into a base and training complex. Andrew, as Chief Science Officer, and yes, he asked for that designation, will be accompanying us to help with the training. Besides, the more Jedi that we get online, the better it will be for the Council overall."

Giles grimaced, "And you trust this idea of Andrews?"

"It's the best one he ever came up with, and it will give my daughter a better chance of surviving. Anything that does that is something I want. What do you say Hermione?"

Hermione, who was still in awe of her fathers skills was glowing. During the past few weeks she had learned so much from her family, and her abilities grew by leaps and bounds. Plus being able to practice spells was so much better than it had been before. "Of course I want to do this! Only... can Harry also get the same training?"

"It will be up to him, but then I want to give him the shovel talk as well."

Several waps to the head were the reply of the girls surrounding him, much to the confusion of his daughter. "What is the shovel talk?"

Dawn pulled her daughter away, along with Willow. "It's best if you see it for yourself."

Soon, the time was over, and he had his volunteers, all forty of them along with Buffy, Faith, Dawn and his daughter. Giles decided to put it off for a while since there was no one he fully trusted to run the council except for Xander himself. For Xander, it was a show of faith that these people accepted, and were willing to train under him, and for the first time ever, people were calling him Master.

Harry was a bit surprised that he was meeting with the Prime Minister after the changes in his life. It was, he supposed, somewhat normal for him, if he could ever call his life normal, "Then you know about the magical world?"

"Oh yes," the Prime Minister responded, somewhat surprised at the unassuming nature of the young man before him. "We have a lot more information than just what the Ministry wants us to know, but I want you to keep that to yourself. It is somewhat classified information."

Harry nodded, "Of course sir, I understand."

"What I wanted to talk to you about is if you wanted to be adopted by a family that will actually care for you."

"You mean I'll never have to see the Dursley's again?" came the reply that had a little bit of hope in the tone.

"That's exactly what I mean." The Prime Minister said as he got up. "There is a couple, the Grangers, who are more than willing to do so, and I want to know if you are willing to accompany them."

Harry gaped for a second, "That... that would be fantastic!"

"Then that is what will happen. Now, I want you to come with me. We have a lot to discuss, and I would prefer we do it where we will not be monitored by the Wizarding World."

As they exited the office, Harry asked, "Why wouldn't you want them to know?"

"Because they do not know everything about the supernatural, and what they do know is just a tiny slice of the pie. There is also an offer on the table that I think you should consider." the political leader of the country said as he led him into a warded room.

"I would like you to meet Dr. Andrew Wells, of the Slayers and Watchers Council. He will explain a few things, but first, I think he should make his offer. Dr. Wells, this is Harry Potter."

Andrew smiled gently, "So you're the young man that Hermione is so bonkers about."

Gathering his thoughts, Harry said, "You know Hermione?"

"She's my niece," the graying man said with a slight laugh. "Before we get into the origins of the world, I need to ask you a question."

"What is it?"

"If you were given power, more than you have right now, what would you do with it?"

Harry didn't even need to think to respond. "Protect people. Get rid of the evil in the world, and make sure it stays gone. Unfortunately, all I can do is protect those people I know, and I don't have nearly enough training."

"Good enough." Andrew replied seriously, "We can help you with training in Magic, and you do not have to worry about underage magic anymore. We've taken care of that particular matter for you."

"I will be free to use magic?"

"Within certain circumstances, you will even be able to use it in public. But to do so, I must ask. Would you like to become a Jedi?"

Fudge had gone through a lot of documents that the Jedi had, and he was unimpressed. In their long history, the Jedi had power, lots of it, but they were unwilling to rule. The only ones who were willing to rule, to do what needed to be done were the Sith. They ruled with an iron hand, and with the exception of a few rebels, and the Jedi, they were able to keep peace.

The Jedi were not the people to emulate, except in powers.

The two he had most been impressed with were Darth Sidious, also known as Palpatine, who had been emperor of an entire Galaxy, and Darth Caedus, who had been willing to give up so much to bring peace. If becoming a villain was required to unite the people, then he would do so, but he would also rule, if only behind the scenes.

That was the mistake Palpatine made. If he hadn't come out into the open, he would have ruled the galaxy with none being the wiser. And Earth was only one planet...