Chapter Three: Ruminations
'I have Harry Potter in my House', Minerva McGonagall thought happily as she sat in her quarters later that night. 'And not only is he a wizard but a Jedi as well. He can't be much like James then if he's been raised to be a Jedi; they don't tolerate the sort of bullying that his father was fond of'. She reread the letter Harry had given her, requesting that Harry be allowed out of the castle and onto the grounds each morning for training purposes, or if that wasn't allowed, then a training area be set up as Harry should not be allowed to go rusty over the year. McGonagall smiled to herself, Harry would be allowed out onto the grounds, and she might even watch him, she hadn't had the chance to observe Jedi training although she had heard of it. She wondered if Harry's master might consent to discuss the Jedi with her, as she was very interested.
'Blasted Potter' Snape thought as he paced his living room in the dungeons. 'I don't know whether anyone else realises the significance of the braid the damned boy is wearing but I do. He's a Jedi. Ugh, I thought they'd all died out in the Purges. The Dark Lord was very interested to know if any had survived but apparently Lord Vader said none had. I'll have to be careful, if Potter's a Jedi that means that he has a master to teach him, and while Potter might not be able to pick up on my spy status, his master might very well be able to. Damnit'.
Dumbledore was pacing round his office, his thoughts alternating between happy and mad. 'How could the boy be a Jedi, they all died out apart from Kenobi and Yoda. This is impossible. Oh well, at least the boy's in Gryffindor, I can still use him as my pawn. He won't want to be kicked out of Hogwarts, and his master can't interfere, I'm Harry's legal guardian in the magical world and the Dursleys are his muggle guardians. He will simply go back to the Dursley's and they will break him of this Jedi nonsense. That treaty doesn't hold any real power because I'm sure that Harry's master isn't a true Jedi. Yes, Harry will trust me and my plans will stay on track'.
Unaware of the plotting and scheming going on around him, Harry happily settled down to sleep in Gryffindor Tower, only to be woken by his internal alarm clock at five am the next morning. He quietly got up, dressed and started out the door, to be met by McGonagall for his first training session at Hogwarts.
The first day had begun.