I will start this chapter by saying that it is published and devoted to Alan Rickman that today left us. He was an amazing actor that gave us some really great characters in movies like Die Hard, Love Actually and most importantly Severus Snape in the Harry Potter movies. He will be missed.

On other notes I have reposted Chapter two after fixing the simple but critical error. I of course meant 20 000 midi chlorians. Hadrian is much stronger than Anakin, but he can´t exactly say that directly to the face of the Jedi.

This Chapter was hard to write. I played with the idea of allowing you guys to read about Hadrian´s time with the Jedi, but in the end I deleted the entire chapter, started over because the result was shit. So there is a time skip of eight years roughly.

Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter or Star Wars.

Chapter 3

The purple blade meet the green in a clash of white. The two plasma blades twirled around and hit each other over and over again, faster than the eye could see. The two owners of the blades were locked in a fierce duel that neither wanted to give up. The onlookers were standing there with either their mouths open, or a shocked expression.

It was very few people that had ever had the pleasure of seeing their Grandmaster duel with his lightsaber, and even fewer had seen anybody give him a fight like this. Put for the few that knew the other person weren´t surprised. Hadrian Peverell had proven himself as a prodigy with the Force. The seventeen year old human may have chosen the path of a Jedi Sage, but very few Jedi Knights entertained the idea that they could beat him in lightsaber duel. His duel against Master Plo Koon had been the talk for months, especially since the fifteen year old had won!

Hadrian was well known amongst the Jedi as a prodigy, having mastered Makashi, Djem Su and Ataru before reaching seventeen. The same age he had been granted the title of "Jedi Knight" making him one of the youngest in history. Having been taught by Master Dooku himself, at least unto the point a few months ago when the old Jedi left. Many people speculate that Dooku only stayed as long as he did for Hadrian´s sake. The old man had lost his faith in the Jedi after Master Jinn´s death.

The mighty sparring duel that had been started for educational purposes for younglings, had now progressed into an awe filling duel of lightsaber, Force technique and taunts. After having dueled for fifteen minutes in silent it was the Grandmaster that threw the first insult. "Faster than you, my grandmother is!"

To say that the insult had left the Jedi Master´s mouth open was a misunderstanding. An older human female had fainted. Of course, this allowed Hadrian to start with his own insults. That the Peverell Knight had mischievous side was well known. The challenge between Hadrian and Aayla had led to six years of pranks that made most people shudder. Starting with innocent things like food in the face, malfunctioning training sabers, waking up in the Council Chamber in sleep clothes, ice call tempatrures in the refresher and Aayla one day wakening with her face painted like a clown that lasted a week. Of course, Hadrian had been walking around with a purple bruise around both his eyes for a week.

Then once they got older their pranks got worse. And the civilian casualties with them. A soap that turned Aayla pink, shaving all of Hadrian´s hair on his head, the refresher firing banta shit, making their lightsabers electrify their holders and worse. It had however come to an end on a day two years ago. Hadrian had stolen all of Aayla´s clothes after she made a star fighters engine explode in his face, covering him in soot everywhere. It was made worse because it was Hadrian's personal modified star fighter. He wasn´t amused. So he took the clothes. Thing was, he didn´t take everything. And when fifteen year old Aayla Secura had walked out in a Twi´lek dancers dress, hips swaying, right towards a Hadrian Peverell. Now this happened in the Mess Hall, when Hadrian was enjoying a good breakfast. And when the fifteen year old hormone driven male had seen Aayla in that dress, his mouth fell open. This was even more amusing because Hadrian just had taken a big gulp of his water, and when the mouth fell, the water came out, making him look like a complete blubbering fool.

Then Aayla walked up to the blubbering fool and slapped. Hard. Very very very hard. The slap echoed over all of the mess, and you could hear it the areas close. Then their masters had descended into the mess, and after locking the two together in a room for a week, only allowing food in, the two walked out and finally stopped their war.

That didn´t end their mischievous nature, it just wasn´t directed at each other or in the presence of other Jedi.

But, either way, the two Jedi had now started to taunt each other with phrases that made older jedi blush, and the youngling's eyes to twinkle. Then finally it came to an end when Hadrian was able to swipe Yoda´s sword away, only to be blasted twenty meters from the ground right in to the audience.

"Fight well you did. But more aware of your surroundings you must be" Yoda said as he summoned his walking staff and lightsaber.

The young seventeen year old that looked up from the crowd was far from the young shaking boy the Jedi accepted. Standing at 1,90 cm, packed with lean and strong muscle, the emerald green eyes and a long wild black hair, Jedi Knight Hadrian Peverell was, as many young girls said, hot. The hard rigorous Jedi training had honed his body, reflexes, speed and strength to perfection. "We said no Force Push" Hadrian muttered.

Yoda heard him well. "And yet you used the Force push several objects in my way, yes?"

Hadrian shrugged and sheepishly looked at the tables, chairs and pieces of the floor he had used. "I had to try something after you insulted my looks" he retorted.

Yoda nodded gravely. "Your look? Better they be of you got hit by a wall, they would be".

Many Jedi´s gaped at the Grandmasters words, so few of them being aware of the easy-going relationship between the young and ancient Jedi. Hadrian simply shrugged again and deactivated his purple lightsaber. "Well, as fun as this has been, I do have other business to attend to".

Hadrian gave a respectable bow and left the room, leaving Yoda to deal with the whispering crowd. He smirked at the thought of how many new and wonderful words the young ones had learned. That would be a coming headache.

He headed for his quarters, planning to change clothes and pick up somebody money. There had been trouble in the lower districts, and Hadrian had volunteered to help. The young man entered his room and draw deep breath.

The annoyance of some people.

The Dark Lord of the Sith was close to snapping at some of the Council members, especially some like Ki-Adi Mundi or Shaak Ti. Oh how he wanted to give them some Sith medicine.

The young Sith Lord looked in the mirror as he dropped the illusion he always held up. Personally he enjoyed his normal appearance more than that of the Sith one, so he had no trouble keeping the illusion in place all day long. Hadrian saw as his eyes turned ruby red, and his skin paled. Thankfully he had found a way to avoid the crinkles, as he didn´t want to look old already.

The Sith stared in the mirror, remembering that for every Jedi skilled he had learned, he had learned two Sith ones. To say that Hadrian was powerful in the Dark Side of the Force is an understatement. One of Myriele´s last words had proclaimed him as the strongest Sith ever. And when thinking of how many ridiculous strong Sith there were in her times, that say´s a lot.

The two most powerful by far were Emperor Vititate, and Darth Nox herself. The conversation they had when Hadrian finally cracked Nox´s skin and got the story of how in hell she made two planets crash!

"Hadrian, as you know in my quest for power I absorbed many ancient Sith. Even once I became a Darth I didn´t stop that practice. And after killing Vititate, I absorbed all of his power. That made me more powerful than anyone at the time. But the power came to a prize. I alone could never be enough as a conduit for that much power. And I knew it"

Hadrian had in his meditation and occlumency learned to create a mindscape. The landscape itself was of the old academy he had visited on Korriban, during his brief, secret, tour of the planet. He frowned at Myriele´s explanation. "So, you´re telling me that you what? Chained Force-Sensitive to each other and used them as what, one time conduits?" he asked.

Myriele smiled wryly. "Well, what else was I supposed to do? And as history says, it worked. By using nearly three hundred Force-Sensitive slaves, using their power and all of mine, I was able to freeze several fleets of ships and allow a nearby moon, a large moon, to crash into the Republic Loyal planet and fleet. Had me knocked out for three days, and every single slave died. That was also the last time I used that tactic. The Dark Council wasn´t happy with the death of that many possible acolytes."

"I can´t imagine why" he sarcastically responded.

"Neither did I, it worked after all" Myriele said with an innocent voice.

Hadrian simply raised an eyebrow. "The innocent act really doesn't work with you."

The revelation of that conversation had teached Hadrian a lesson that he would never forget. Power could be infinite, but the amount that a single person could wield was. The Dark Side of the Force was stronger, but too many times had Sith´s reached to far alone, and been driven mad or killed by their own act. Vititate´s words, quoted by Myriele, echoed in his mind. "A man can have it all. If, he is willing to sacrifice".

And sometimes the sacrifice was too much even for the Sith.

Hadrian quickly stripped naked and entered his private refresher (perk of being a Jedi Knight) and started some more deep thinking.

The Sith madness was their downfall. The Sith´s greatest enemy wasn´t a rival or enemy. It was always themselves. Their arrogance, lust for power and disrespect for others had led to their deaths so many times. Myriele hadn´t been any different for the most of her life.

"I was the epitome of Sith. Cunning, cruel, ambitious, strong and willful. I could have the world, but I too fell for the trap of the Dark Side. What many Sith needs is something to keep them anchored to reality. It differs for many. But the one thing that is the most repeated is love."

Hadrian stared at her as if she had grown a second head. "Did I just hear right? One of the worst Sith of all time said that love was good!?"

Myriele scoffed. "Is that so hard to believe? Sure, it isn´t a traditional trait amongst the Sith, or a respected one. But I gained back so much of me when I for the first time held my son. It… crushed the walls of madness and darkness and allowed me to think rationally again. It is what made me leave my thirst for revenge. And I have never regretted it"

"But you are using me as a tool for revenge." Hadrian argued.

Myriele gave him a sweet smile. "I am still Sith, my heir. And I have simply changed my plan from absorbing all life in the galaxy to allow you to raise a new Empire".

Hadrian stepped out of the refresher and dressed in classical white Jedi clothes with a dark brown cloak. He clipped his lightsaber to his utilty belt. The lightsaber was made of a dark metal, with silver and gold running threw the hilt as small lines, with the opening being covered in a silver like metal. The blade was perfect for one handed combat, allowing long, hard strikes when dual wielding it, at the same time he could quickly wield it with one hand for fast, precise strikes. Harry needed options in his dueling, having mastered only offensive styles. Of course, it´s twin laid hidden in the floor. There was one important difference between it and the one Hadrian carried now. That blade had a red crystal. A Sith red blade.

Sadly, Hadrian couldn´t exactly run around and claim to be a Jedi with a Red Lightsaber, so he stuck to second best for now, purple. Windu had been irritated when Hadrian had come back from Ilum with a purple, robbing the Jedi Master from the thing that made him truly stand out. Oh what Hadrian laughed the first time.

It was with a wide smirk that Hadrian exited his room and headed for the garage. He had much to do, and time was precious. So it was a whistling Hadrian that walked through the otherwise silent temple. Many older Jedi threw him angry stares at his "disrespect". Hadrian didn´t care. As long as Yoda didn´t say anything about it he wouldn´t change.

Sadly, his excellent mood was shattered when the ohh so feared "Chosen One" exited the library and saw Hadrian.

Anakin Skywalker was two year younger, and somehow believed that he and Hadrian was rivals. Oh, Hadrian had no doubt that Skywalker was extremely strong in the Force and had a lot of potential, but compared to Hadrian he was a bug. An annoying bug that could irritate you, but you could easily crush it. And Hadrian so wanted to crush this bug.

"Hey! Peverell! Where you going!" the bug shouted. "Oh wait, I know. Going to be falling down from a building again?"

Hadrian growled. "Skywalker, what would you have done then? Let an assassin escape after killing a senator? Because that sounds just like something you would do".

Skywalker had the decency too blush. "I would have saved the senator and get the assassin" he said with a voice of confidence.

"More like the voice of a fool" Hadrian mused in his mind. "Yeah, sure you would. You, dear Chosen One, have the incredible power of stopping a two ton star ship on collision course set by a saboteur. But, hey! What do I know?" Hadrian retorted, putting his hand over his heart and leaning backwards as if he was fainted.

Skywalker, the idiot that he could be, seemed to miss the sarcasm. "So you finally admit that I´m better than you" he said.

Hadrian stared at the thickest head in the galaxy. And he had Charlie Potter as a brother! "Well, if you´re better than me you should be able to beat me right. And you have never even been close" Hadrian said cheerfully.

Skywalker´s face adapted a red rage, making Hadrian smile sweetly and say "Now now. There is no emotion, there is peace."

Skywalker´s face had by now started to reach a nice purple hue. "And this grudge against me has of course nothing with" now Hadrian leaned closer to Skywalker and whispered in his ear "me and Senator Amidala spending some quality time alone on my mission to Naboo, which you heard from the other padawans"

Skywalker snapped and tried to punch Hadrian in the face, not being able to stand his nemesis smirk. Hadrian entertained no ideas however to be hit. He danced out of the way and with a well-placed kick in Skywalkers leg brought him low. And a single hard force push had the brat flying 10 meters away.

"Now, Anakin. That was really stupid" Hadrian cooed.

Skywalker flew up and charged at Hadrian. In return Hadrian jumped above the charging fool and when Skywalker turned around he was met by Hadrian fist in the face. The Padawan was swiftly knocked out.

Before Hadrian could do anymore, Skywalker´s master arrived. Obi-Wan Kenobi was on Hadrian´s priority to kill list. He was powerful in the force, not like Yoda or Windu, but powerful enough. But Kenobi´s biggest trait was his cunning. The man was sly as fox, and could come up with ingenious solutions and tactics. And a sharp mind in a large scale war was always more important than how powerful one individual is.

"I´m sorry Master Kenobi. Your Padawan continues to insist on this immature and foolish rivalry." Hadrian said. And after all, it was the truth. Hadrian would rather spend his time ignoring Skywalker and doing something productive rather than putting the brat in the ground.

Kenobi sighed "Will he ever learn? Sometimes I do wonder why I keep Qui-Gon´s wish" he mumbled the last part for himself. "It´s okay Hadrian. I´ll talk to him, again"

Hadrian smiled. "I´m sorry for the inconvenience, but he has to stop. It will only be a matter of time before one of us will be injured, badly. And I do believe who it will be" Hadrain´s face had adopted a grave and serious face for the last line.

Kenobi seemed to age on the spot. "I know" was all he said as he levitated Skywalker away.

Hadrian watched as they walked away. He couldn´t wait to see the eyes of Skywalker when he was electrocuted to death. Maybe he would get Kenobi too.

It was a thoughtful Hadrian Peverell that navigated Coruscants lower streets, looking for the bandits that was plaguing this region. Of course, had the Council or the Senate even suspected the truth, Hadrian would be that last person here. The young Sith entered a back alley behind a dance club, the music spilling into the streets. The alley itself was dark and had the smell of garbage. A single homeless person laid there sleeping. The Weequay didn´t have a chance as Hadrians lightsaber hissed into action and cut the aliens head of. The man would later be found by other homeless people that would steal his clothes and cook his meat. Hadrian wanted no witnesses.

"Come out Jango." Hadrian said in a neutral voice.

The Mandalorian bounty hunter appeared from the shadows. His armor the same as it was from all those years ago on Mandalore.

"How´s Dooku doing?" Hadrian asked.

"He and the Clone Army is doing well. They still let me live on Kamino, and the count doesn´t suspect a thing. "Jango reported.

"And the Shipyards? The Mars industry?"

At this Jango smirked beneath his helmet, but his pride Hadrian could sense. "More than well, my lord. Twenty five Harrower´s are done, with over a hundred Frigates done. Each harrower has one hundred standard TIE´s and thirty bombers. We also have a thousand AT-ST walkers, and fifty AT-AT. We have armor for one million troops as well."

The armor design was that of when Nox ruled the galaxy, during the old Republic. Hadrian had send the files personally too Mars.

"And how many men do we have? How many follow me?"

Jango stopped for a moment, and seemed to be doing some simple math in his head. "At Mars there is now I believe twenty million colonists, and roughly twelve of them are combat trained and ready."

Hadrian frowned. "That many? Sixty percent of the total population are warriors?"

The Sith could feel the mandalorians smugness. "We are a warrior people, my lord."

Hadrian nodded. "And how many scattered around the galaxy?"

"In big numbers? Three billions. Most of the clans have joined us, and the only large ones that haven´t are Death Watch and the pacifists."

Hadrian let out a real smile at that. "And the Eternity?" he asked, referring to the first Executor-Class ship. As he would need the Starforge for the Eclipse-Class, he had a huge shipyard working on his first flagship.

Jango suddenly seemed nervous. "Not so well, my lord. We are behind schedule a few months, but it is excepted with how much new technology we are using for that one." Jango was right to be nervous. Hadrian had t lashed out in anger around him a handful of times. All of them lethal.

Hadrian didn´t need to lash out right now. After all, he had himself thought and planned for a delay. "Then everything is going along smoothly. But, that may change soon."

"How so?"

"My time with the Jedi are getting to an end. I have learned as much as I possible could, and with the growing strength of my apprentice the time for hiding may soon be over. If it by my hand I or the Jedi I don´t know."

Jango nodded, accepting the news. "And my job then sir?"

A full blown smug smirk was over the Sith´s face. "When I'm busted you don´t have to do these trips, my friend. Instead you will infiltrate the Separatists as far as you can, and report my former Master´s actions to me." Hadrian turned around, sensing something. "Thanks for the report, Bounty Hunter, now leave me".

Jango bowed and with a polite, knowing that when Hadrian referred to Jango as bounty hunter that the position could be comprised. The man left with a "My Lord" and jetpacked out of the area.

Hadrian had during this time turned around and holding a de-activated lightsaber. Someone was here, he could sense. But that someone had found him. Hadrians eyes narrowed. Then he calmed himself, and if anyone had been tracking him they would have lost him as Hadrian merged and Force cloaked himself using the Dark Side. He becam to the naked eye invisible, and had he any tracking beacon on him it would have short-circuit. Then he left the alley.

He didn´t however go back to the Jedi Temple. No, he needed to check in with his apprentice, knowing that he may need to change the current plan.

The original plan that he and Myriele had designed was easy. Allow Palpatine, or Darth Sidious, to start the war between the Republic and Separatist faction. Thanks to his combat skill Hadrian would join the Republic as a Jedi General, and under a few years he would do his outmost to discreetly make as much damage as possible to both sides.

At the same time´s his apprentice or some other lackey would capture Earth and integrate the planet into the start of his Empire, giving the Sith at least a few billion soldiers. Hadrian had plans to make Earth a kind of Paradis for the highest Sith, Governors and Moffs. Successful soldiers and other rich people would also be allowed. Then Earth would finally recover from the damage the humans brought on the planet, making Earth an equal to Alderaan when coming to nature, air and wild life. A paradise. But for that to happen, the seven billions needed to move.

Then, a few years into the war Hadrian would lead as many ships as possible into a deadly trap, damaging the Republic as much as possible, and then rejoin his Empire, and capture at first the galactic northeast.

But if somebody was near to discover Hadrian… it changed everything. It was because of that a moody and wondering Hadrian that entered his personal hangar. It was a clear upgrade from when he arrived nine years ago. Jango and Hadrians investments had made Hadrian a ridiculous rich. To make matters better, he had invested in companies and banks in both the growing Separatists, Republic and Hutt territories. So even when war broke all of his money wouldn´t be at the same place or in the same faction. Not to mention his private new gold storage on Mars.

The hangar was heavily protected by the seven HK-55, but the new addition was the legendary droidekas that Hadrian had fifteen of, ready to be activated. Nox´s Fury had been under a new renovations over the years, and with the removal of the many tons of gold the ship had an armory and shield that put battlecruiser to shame. The chance that Hadrian would be killed in this ship was astromical small.

The ship doors opened with a hiss, allowing the familiar sounds of two lightsabers to be heard. Hadrian had bought an IG-100 Manga Guard for sparring, and after updating it heavily, it proved suitable for a relaxing spar. Hadrian leaned against the doorway and watched as two low-leveled blue lightsabers quickly and precisely disarmed the droid before "killing" it. The incredible combination of Jar´Kai Ataru was amazing.

Ataru´s quick lethal strikes combined with two lightsabers and the strength of a Jar´Kai user was among the most lethal Forms of lightsaber possible. Only Vaapad that Mace invented, a master of Djem Su or the very rare Staffsaber attained the offensive prowess. Hadrian was very proud that his apprentice could master that style, he himself was hopeless with two lightsabers, and only decent with a staffsaber.

Aayla had another pair of lightsabers that were purple, hidden at the same place as Hadrian´s own. Hadrian drank in the sight of her. The beautiful face, her blazing warm hazel eyes, her amazing curves and her blue soft sweaty skin. Hadrian´s eyes darkened in lust at just looking at her.

"You still haven´t lost it" Hadrian said, announcing his presence.

His apprentice turned around and stared at him. "I was taught by the best"

Hadrian smirked. "I have showed you a lot, but not that. Something you want to tell me?" he teased.

His apprentice walked closer. "No, you know everything about me Harry"

Hadrian stared at his apprentice. Only she was allowed to call him Harry. "And I have no secrets for you, my love" he said and kissed Aayla Secura on the lips.

The pair had after the incident in the Mess Hall and in their solidarity talked a lot, and after disabling the cameras into a loop, had kissed each other for the first time. After that event, they had started very discreetly started to sneak out and just spend time. Eventually over the course of a year the couple had fallen in love, and Hadrian had asked Aayla if she wanted to be his girlfriend. She had said yes.

The kiss ended when Aayla withdrew. Hadrian gave a moan of disappointment. "Why?"

Aayla simply walked over to the dejarik table and sat down. "Because I want to know how the meeting with Jango went".

Roughly two months after they started to really date, Aayla had asked Hadrian about what he was hiding. And on the advice of Myriele, he told her everything. He told of his childhood, his encounter with Darth Nox, the truth about Palpatine and the his overall plans, about why he couldn´t be a true Jedi and why he joined them. To say that she was furious at first is an understatement. She had in her anger and shock lashed out with her lightsaber and Hadrian being emotionally unstable, she had slashed him good over his chest.

And then when she realized what she had done she healed him and started to ask him questions. That conversation lasted for two days. Thankfully they had been on an assignment by their Masters, and had been on Alderaan, deep in the mountains.

And after she had raged at him at bit more, she had relented, and agreed with him. The Republic was doomed. Either Sidious would destroy it, or the bureaucrats would. Or the Separatist would inforce a cooperation view on the galaxy, stripping entire systems of their valuables and sell the people to slavery. The same would of course and had happen in Hutt Space. So she agreed to help him out of love. Hadrian had been rendered speechless on the notion that she loved him, so he had picked her up by the hips, kissed her, and whispered, "I love you too".

That night two years ago they made love for the first time.

The day after Aayla Secura became a Sith Acolyte.

"It went well. The production is going as suspected and most of the clans have joined our cause." Hadrian told her, sitting down next to her.

Aayla placed her head on his shoulders. "Good."

The two lovers sat still in the ship, close together, just enjoying the feeling of being close. These moments were few and far between. So they were that more precious.

"Aayla?"

"Hmm?" she mumbled, enjoying Hadrian slowly stroking her lekku.

"I might have not mentioned one detail"

"Hmm?" Aayla mumbled, yawning and hugging Hadrian, clearly half way to dream land.

"We might have to accelerate our plans?" Hadrian said, cringing for the lash to come.

He wasn´t disappointed. "What did you do Harry!" she said, horrified that he disturbed their cozy time, and for being his old clumsy self. "What?"

"We might being tracked" he mumbled.

Aayla´s tiredness vaporized. "And yet you came here?"

Hadrian shrugged. "Neither of us can really gain anything from the Jedi, and there are other ways to plans in motion that we can use."

Aayla nodded, looking pensive. "And which plan do you intend to use?"

"I am more and more thinking about establishing a global company on Earth, producing products way more advanced then they have now, and therefor making it easier to be introduced to the idea of space traveling" he explained.

"What thec?" she asked.

Hadrian smirked. "Something that they will jump on sense the oil crisis 1973 the rich countries in west are desperate for a new energy source. So, I´ll give them access to Fusion. Heavily monitored and owned completely by me of course".

Aayla nodded approvingly. "Yes, that´s a good start". She paused. "Anything else, or can we finally relax?"

Hadrian leaned in and kissed her neck. "I´m not really ready to relax yet" he mumbled as he trailed kisses down her neck.

Aayla laughed. "You´re impossible." She then captured his lips with her own.

The kiss lasted for several minutes, before Hadrian growled and lifted her up at the same time as he stood up. Aayla hooked her legs around his waist as Hadrian led her in to the captain's suite. He then laid them down in the bed, and used the Force to close the door. And as Hadrian unhooked her training bra, and he slowly sucked on her nipples, life was dammed perfect.

It would be a while before they would fall asleep.

The Academy was abounded as always, Myriele usally spent her days outside. She had a year ago made Hadrian change the outside from the warm desert of Korriban to the beautiful scenery of Alderaaian Mountains. The fresh air felt as real on Hadrian skin as he walked around in the forest.

It took nearly fifteen minutes to find his master, for she had started to grow restless over the last year. Hadrian knew that she was having an inner conflict, but she had never made any mention of it, and he simply let it be. He could wait.

She stood staring out of the fake sea, looking as she did in her prime, twenty five years old she had told him. She didn´t acknowledge his arrival, so he joined her and stared out over the sea.

"You have really learned that Jedi patience, haven´t you" she asked him after standing there for an hour.

"Patience is just as important as everything else. Why pluck the apple half grown when waiting a week and you can have it perfect." He responded.

"Then you understand?"

"Yes" he replied. "I understand why you wanted me to leave my planet, why you did what you did. You molded me, made me as perfect as you could. You wanted me to embrace the Dark Side, but too also learn the few things the Jedi are better at. Patience. Compassion. Logic. And then by having me staying in a place with so much light, how could I not fall for the lightest feeling of them all? How could I not understand love? And by doing so, you created the perfect Sith".

Myriele finally turned and looked at him. "When I left Korriban for the first time I was arrogant, but in difference to most I could go through with my threats. Then, a year later I was for the first time defeated. It was a pure luck, Anorion later admitted, but I still lost."

"You never mentioned this Anorion before. Who was he?"

Myriele turned back to the sea. "The Emperor's Wrath. One of the Four Heroes of the Empire. And one of my greatest friends."

"The other was a bounty hunter, Tirion? And the Agent Eleana?"

"Yes. And just as we had four heroes, so did the Republic. We all were at the front" Myriele paused, and Hadrian could for the first time feel sadness wash over her. Darth Nox herself mourned.

"Anorion taught me an important lesson. No one´s invincible. He was as dark as they came, but he had an anchor. Her name was Jaesa Willsaam. Of course, she too was very dark, but they showed me the importance for a Sith to find an anchor. Anorion never went mad, and would remain very logical threw his life".

Hadrian swallowed. "What happened?"

Myriele shoulders fell. "Valkorion. Even in death he haunted us. Valkorion is as you now a body and name Darth Vititate used after his "death" by Jedi Knight Anarion"

"Anorion? Anarion? What are they? Twins?" Hadrian asked.

"Yes, their father was not very imaginary with names."

"How in the Force did one end up a Sith and one a Jedi?"

Myriele laughed. "I was too very confused, but their story makes sense. Their mother was an imperial agent, and their father a Sith Lord of an ancient house. Their Mother abhorred the Sith ways and tried one day to escape to the Republic. She was only able to escape with the younger son. Both were incredibly strong in the Force, and therefor Anarion was taken in by the Jedi when the mother returned to Dromund Kaas. She died there".

Hadrian listened, fascinated. "And then what happened?"

"Time. The brothers first met during the Revantie Crisis, and nearly came to blows. The other blamed the other for their mother's death." Myriele paused, then took a deep breath. "Then after Revan´s ultimate defeat they separated, and would first met again when I, together with the brothers and another Jedi named Cerelia" Myriele spit at the name. "We four destroyed Vititate for the final time. And then left peacefully for or own factions."

Hadrian nodded. "And you became Empress of the Sith"

"That I did, and I kept Anorion as the Empress´s Wrath." She smiled wryly at that. "He loathed that" Myriele sat down on the cliff edge.

"Then the war began, and Tirion died in a space battle. Then Eleana perished deep undercover. And then the final battle of Alderaan" she spat out.

"It was after my trick with the moon, and the Republic was desperate, so a huge campaign was started to take control of the entire planet. Both sides called and used their best warriors" Myriele fell silent.

"Anarion killed his older twin in single combat, cutting Anorion´s head of. My Wrath and strongest ally was decapitated. And I lost the war on that day." Myriele had started to draw lines in the sun. "The Jedi sent seven of their best, including Anarion and Cerelia. And I was still not fully recovered from my stunt with the moon. They nearly killed me, and when I was defeated the rest of the Empire abounded me. I was forced into exile".

Myriele stood up again. "Anarion would go on and become the Jedi Grandmaster for a few years, even if he was married." Hadrian scoffed at the hypocrisy. "Cerelia however wouldn´t stop hunting. And she followed me and my loyal fleet to Tellus, where we fought again. I won, but she cursed me and sealed the curse with her sacrifice. And you know the rest"

Hadrian stared dumbly at her. "I had no idea. But what how´s all of that Vitiates fault."

Myriele chuckeld. "Cunning and crazy he was. The most dangerous combination to ever exist. Vititate built his own empire, and only he could truly rule it. He had always envisioned immortality to last forever, but when he died there was no clear way for somebody to take over. So people conspired and planned for themselves. "

Hadrian was starting to understand. "But you came in quickly, unchallenged. So the conspirators had to wait. And the Republic gave them their chance."

"And they betrayed and ruined me." Myriele finished.

Hadrian stared at her, feeling pity. "Don´t feel pity, Hadrian. It doesn´t suit you" his master reprimanded him.

"I understand that but still… that much pain. And not even with all your power could you stop it".

Myriele chuckeld again. "That´s the lesson, Hadrian. You already know that one person can only channel so much power. And when I fully join you, all my power and that of hundreds of sith will be at your command. While the power has waned over the millennia's, it will be more than enough to make you as strong as any living being can be."

"I have been wondering about that. How in the Force are you able to absorb hundreds of ghosts and not go crazy?"

Myriele gave him a smug smirk. "I perfected Ghost-Bind to a microscopic precision, allowing me to keep the power of the ghost, and at the same time kill it."

Hadrian gaped. "Wow… that´s wow."

Myriele gloated at his awe. Then she seemed to go sadder. "And now it´s time for me to use it on myself"

Hadrian was snapped out of his stunned state. "What! No! You can´t!"

Myriele looked up at him. "Of course I can. It´s the point. Only at the end would I do this".

A cold feeling settled in Hadrians stomach. "End?"

Myriele stood up and faced him. "You are ready. There is only two more gifts for me to give you. The last of my knowledge, and the title of Darth" she had tears in her emerald green eyes. Hadrian was wrong as a child. It wasn´t Lily´s eyes he had. It was Myriele´s. His real mother.

"No, I need you" he choked out.

Myriele put her hand on his chin. "No, you are ready. And for you to truly reach greatness you can´t rely on me."

Hadrian lunged for her and hugged her. "Please mom, no" he sobbed out in his weak state. His tears falling freely.

Myriele hugged him back. "I love you like a son. Never forget that. You are my son. On distant blood, and in my heart" she then untangled herself from Hadrian´s iron grip. "Bow" she said.

Hadrian, eyes filled of tears did as she asked and kneeled.

"I have never been that good with names, Nolux was my father´s name. Or at least that was what I was told" Myriele began. Then her face settled, and she wasn´t any longer Myriele Peverell, Hadrian´s mother, but Darth Nox, doing her final duty.

"Hadrian Peverell, you are a master in the Dark Arts, and have earned the title Darth. The youngest to do so. Do you agree to uphold the Sith Code, to destroy our enemies and rebuild my legacy" she said.

"Yes, my master" Hadrian responded.

"Then, I name you Darth Imperius, the Master of Death and Deception. For that is what our enemies will meet" she stated.

"I´m honored, my Master" Hadrian answered. "But the Master of Death part? You can´t tell me that the Deathly Hallows are real?"

Nox gave a sly smirk. "Think, Imperius, think. The difference between "Death" and "Darth" is a single letter, and was easy for the three brothers to agree to"

"So the legend is real?" Hadrian probed after.

"In a way. The Elder Wand is the last remaining piece of my son´s staff. The most powerful Focus ever. The Ring is my own creation, created on Korriban for me to summon the ghosts and spirits of the most powerful Sith ever, and to Ghost-Bind them. It was the tool I used to prefect the technique"

"And the Invisibility Cloak?"

"I enchanted it. Between Morgana and Salazar a charming young man named Ignotus Peverell visited me. He asked for a tool to hide his wife and newborn son from the Vikings that were plaguing the land. So with my help I made a Cloak that once properly activated, can hide you from anything, even erase once presence in the Force. I also gave him the Wand and The Ring to aid in the war. The three objects were shared between the brothers".

Hadrian whistled. "And Ignotu,s to hide your involvement, created the legend of Death and the myth of the Master of Death"

"I created the last title" Nox admitted, making Hadrian frown. "Our family is so related to Death that I thought it fitting." She answered.

Then Imperius made to rise, but Myriele stoped him and leaned forward and kissed his forehead. And all the feelings of despair returned.

Hadrian stood up and resumed hugging her. "I don´t want you to go" he mumbled.

"If there is one thing that is overestimated its immortality, Harry" she said, reverting to his childhood name. "3500 years has taught me that much."

Hadrian simply shook his head in confirmation, the feelings taking over his ability of speech.

"I know." He replied.

Myriele looked at him. "I know you do". Then hugged him closer. "But I have one final gift, my son".

"Yes?" was all Hadrian could get out.

He felt Myriele hug him even harder, at the same time as she kissed his cheek in a motherly way, and whispered in his ear. "3500 years of knowledge and power"

And it was at this moment, which the tragedy that was Myriele Peverell, Darth Nox, Heir to Tulak Hord and Kallig, First Matriarch of the Peverell dynasty, finally passed on, in the arms of her second son, giving him all of her memories, power and knowledge. "I love you, my son" was her final words.

Hadrian waked up with a scream. It had been a year since he had become Darth Imperius, and his mother passed away. Only Aayla knew, because Hadrian still dreamed of that moment every now and then. And it always ended in a heart wrenching scream.

Aayla woke up and quickly drew a sobbing Hadrian into a hug. "I´m here, Harry. Everything is okay. Shh" she calmly whispered in his ears, her hand slowly being drawn in hair. "Shh. I´m here love. I´m here".

It took Hadrian fifteen minutes to calm down. It took another fifteen before he stopped shaking. The nightmare was few and far between these days, and did continue to get lesser.

"Aayla?" Hadrian whispered, his voice raw from the sobbing.

"Yes, my love?"

Hadrian snuggled into her naked form. "Never leave me. I can´t survive without you".

Aayla but the blanket over them. "Never. I´ll never leave you." She said.

It took the couple another hour of just existing before they had to head back to the temple. Aayla was supposed to be back from a mission, and Hadrian could only use the "bandits were harder than they looked" excuse.

The pair took a shower together, enjoying as much time as they could, before getting dressed and leaving the hangar. Aayla was dressed in her normal traditional Twi´lek tight pants and top. Hadrian had simply put on the same clothes he arrived in.

The walk to the temple was spent in silence, both partners simply enjoying being together. They didn´t pay much attention to their surroundings as they entered the temple. Then Hadrian felt something. "Aayla?"

"Yeah, I felt it too" she replied. A warning from the Force.

"Think they know?" Hadrian whispered.

The couple never stopped walking, not wanting to look suspicious. "But how? You disabled all tracking beacons, got invisible by the Force Cloak. So how?"

Hadrian was racking through his brain, trying to come up with the answer. At the same he chided himself for his eagerness to meet Aayla last night. He could have blown their cover. "If it´s blown-" he started.

"Then that´s that. You use the remote transmitter and summon the Nox here and we flee to where they can´t find us" she said.

Hadrian nodded and continued their path, at the same time as he prepared himself.

He entered the temple and saw that their fears were true. All of the Jedi High Council and many more knights were standing around the great hall, surrounding the Sith´s from all angel´s.

Hadrian and Aayla stopped at the same time. "What´s the meaning of this?" Hadrian said putting on his best actor face and voice.

The Jedi didn´t buy it for a second. "We saw a very interesting long range holo taken from a probe droid. It showed you Hadrian killing a civilian and meeting with what looked like a bounty hunter. Listening devices pick up word like "army", "shipyard" and other military phrases. Then, you left the area and proceeded to a private hangar" Mace Windu said.

"And then, thanks to infrared, we saw you engage in sexual activates with what we now is Knight Secura. So, traitor, what are you really?" the Jedi Master finished with.

Then Yoda stepped out. "Broken, the Jedi Code you have. Banished from the Order you are. Return you´re lightsabers, please" the ancient Jedi said.

Thankfully, Hadrian was still using his purple, and Aayla had switched to her blue ones. As Hadrian lightly turned to the left to unclip his saber, he whispered "You can reach the other´s".

Aayla did barley move her lips when she equally quiet said "Yes".

Hadrian threw his lightsaber to the ground at Windu´s feat, and Aayla´s soon followed.

Aayla and Hadrian needed more time to summon their more personal saber, and Hadrian used the Force to activate the beacon to get Nox´s Fury here. "May I ask who the mastermind was?" he asked, buying time.

"No, you may n-" Windu started.

"It was me, Peverell!" Skywalker interrupted steaping out of the crowd and walked straight towards Hadrian.

"How does it feel? Being thrown out of the Order? And Aayla, you know that he never stayed faithful!"

"If you´re talking about Senator Amidala you are wrong. That was a rumor created by me to get too you. After all, Aayla was with every time I met the Queen" Hadrian spat out, furious at the brat´s attempt to hurt Aayla.

Anakin´s face morphed into one of shock. But Hadrian wasn´t finished. "You think yourself so strong, Chosen One. But yet you don´t understand the true meaning of the prophecy" Hadrian said, taking great pleasure from the confused faces of the Jedi´s.

"Understand the prophecy, you do?" Yoda asked his former favorite.

"I have a solid theory, and I will never allow that to happened" Hadrian answered.

"Share this theory, you will not?"

"No. And there´s a good reason for that" Hadrian said.

Before he however could continue Aayla decided it was her turn. "You believe yourself so mighty, don´t you?" she asked the room.

"Yet Hadrian showed me the truth. And I have never been able to question it after he said it." She paused for dramatic effect. "The Republic is WEAK!" Aayla roared. "A single hard hit is all it takes to push it too its knees. And you with it" she ended.

Hadrian saw her blink at him, signaling that she was ready. "Master Windu, you asked for what I am?" he began, standing tall.

"I was not born on Velmor, as you must know by now. No, I was born into a light family, and there I nearly sacrificed myself to save my little brother when a murderer one day entered our house" he could see that all attention was on him.

"My family forgot my involvement, and because the murderer was famous, and my use of the Force vanquished the man, my little brother was the one that got famous! And for five years I lived forgotten by almost all, until an ancient ancestor of mine appeared and showed me how to be strong" the power in his voice increased, capturing the audience.

"Her name was Myriele Peverell. She showed me the True Way of the Force, and made more powerful than any Jedi could hope for!" he shouted in the end.

"And who is this Myriele? Know of her, I do not" Yoda said.

At this Hadrian smirked. He reached out his hand as his real lightsaber fell into his hand. Aayla had summoned her own, and activated her purple ones. The Jedi tensed.

"You all know of her, after all she is famous. Her real name is forgotten, but I am her Heir." At this he positioned himself in a fighting stance. "I am the Heir of Darth Nox" and activated his blood red lightsaber.

Before the Jedi could truly melt the news, Hadrian lashed out. The lightening he had built up poured out, striking first Skywalker and sending him to his knees, before heading to the rest of the Jedi.

Only Yoda who shielded himself using the Force, and Windu using his lightsaber was spared of the extreme pain that set their nerves on fire. The Jedi were forced into action, and the ones on the side leapt towards Hadrian, only to be stopped by Aayla, that quickly started to duel several of them, slicing them apart with her better strength and technique.

Then Yoda and Windu leapt into the air, preparing to end the Sith. Hadrian simply parried Yoda´s and ducked Windu´s. And then the dance was on.

Hadrian and the two masters were locked in a lethal fight. Yoda with Ataru, Windu with Vaapad and Hadrian with Makashi (the form Myriele mastered and with her memories, Hadrian) as their swords clashed left and right, low and high. The green, purple and red blades were moving too fast for the naked eye, with the three relying on the Force and reflexes to guide their moves.

Hadrian was finally able to get an advantage by Force Pushing Windu into one of the pillar, knocking him out.

Hadrian then turned his full power on Yoda by unleashing pure dark energy. Yoda desperately put up a shield, but the Power of Hadrian was far stronger than the out of practice Jedi Master.

Before he could kill his favorite Jedi, the rest of the Order attacked. The first few Knights that reached Hadrian was brutally cut down, before Hadrian launched himself into a Force jump, flipping back in the air he reached with the Force, and broke a pillar away from its place, and hurled it towards the nice mob of Jedi right in the flying objects way. Over twenty Jedi where crushed before Shaak Ti and Plo Koon stopped the pillar.

Hadrian landed and quickly cut a Jedi in half, the female knight not even comprehending what happened. Aayla soon joined him at the Temple entrance, the lovers working together to defend themselves from the hoard of Jedi.

Hadrian then used as much strength as possible, and in a massive push sent over a hundred Jedi flying backwards. "As much as I truly enjoyed this, it has come to an end." He said as Nox´s Fury came into view, the landingpad open and door opened. Aayla and Hadrian jumped aboard.

Before the door closed Hadrian turned to the damaged temple. "This! This was the first act done by Darth Imperius!" then he ran into the ship.

He and Aayla raced to the bridge, and quickly took over from the droids. The Nox flew through the Coruscant traffic, bringing them towards the senate. Then when they were close enough, they let the payload of fifty missiles lose, shaking the senate tower, setting it on fire and killing several civilians.

Then Hadrian stared the ship right upward, and they soon entered space.

"Is the hyperdrive ready?" he asked Aayla.

"Yes, we´ll head for the south first and then start the journey north?" she asked for confirmation"

"Indeed, it´s an old route that the Republic doesn´t know about. It will keep them of our tracks" Hadrian confirmed as he activated the drive, sending the Nox away from Coruscant and into light speed.

Darth Nox has passed. A lot of people that think it is wrong think about it. Hadrian can´t depend on Nox if he wants to rise. He needs to learn and stand on his own. You also got explanation for her power, her rise and fall.

What she did for Hadrian for those that haven´t gotten it yet, is that she became the loving mother figure that gave Hadrian the confidence and security so that he could grow strong, and with time independent. Nox always has an agenda.

I chose Hadrian´s Darth title at the beginning when writing the first draft of chapter 1.

I also love Yoda. So I made him cool.

Hadrian´s Jedi Master was Dooku, which will make the War more interesting.

The conduit thing is my failsafe to make sure that there won´t be a god like Hadrian running around. There will be hiccups and lost battles, and he will not always win.

Morgan d´Arc: Hadrian knows Ghost Bind, but there is difference in knowing and using. After absorbing Myriele´s power he really doesn't need it.

moffles123: I am saving the Horcrux and its fate. Let´s just say that Myriele had a plaything and leave it at that.

Ragna: Hadrian will have several apprentices, but only one at the time. And right now Aayla has the great honor.

Light Lord Cybergate: Trust me, I tried to find a way not to use the Wrong BWL. But it was the only way to have Hadrian have a deeper understanding of the Wizarding World, and yet leave it.

There will be one more cliché, with a twist that I really liked.

Chapter Four will be published this weekend as long as nothing happens.

As always, Read and Review.

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