Rebels with a cause
Harry Potter/ Star Wars Rebels crossover
Squib Harry!
Force-Sensitive Non-Jedi Harry
Dudley is decent.
IV
The Corellian Vodka was exceptionally strong. It burnt Harry's throat as it went down. It was a good feeling, unfortunately it was barely enough as the moment he took the shot, Hera yanked the bottle away. "Okay, that is enough for now."
Harry gave her a baleful stare "You're not my mother. Now give me the bottle back."
"One shot, per question." Hera replied.
Harry sighed and waited.
"Your name?" Zeb asked.
"Evan…Evan. Evantual End."
Sabine shook her head "That's a good one Evan. Really what is it?"
Harry sighed "Evan. End."
Hera held the bottle "Be honest here, we just want to help."
Harry snorted "Yeah…What you call helping is not what I call helping. What I want you would call murder or suicide."
It wasn't the death wish that made the Spectres slightly concerned about "Evan" but rather it was the causality of referencing said death and potentially suicidal tendencies "Afraid we can't allow that."
"Then we're at an impasse."
It was Dudley who spoke next "Evan. Just tell them the truth."
"What? That I'm a suicidal alcoholic with a 'hero complex' and put me behind the wheel of anything and I'll fly it."
Dudley stopped "Yeah. Oh and your actual name. No-one's gonna find our home."
Harry sighed and just glowered at Dudley "Fuck it. You're going first."
Sabine chuckled "Bad relationship?"
Dudley nodded "The worst. I used to torment him when we were younger. He got more and more dangerous, suicidal and depressive. Then he had to save my life when I was sixteen and he was fifteen and then I had a year in hiding whilst he was a wanted fugitive for the better part of a year."
"Oh and that was after a year of being called a psychotic attention stealing brat, before being heralded as hero. Yeah…you can see why I don't want to help."
Zeb let out a rumbling growl "Afraid you're gonna have to pull your weight around here kid."
Harry summoned the Vodka out of Hera's hand "I'm willing to be a pilot and mechanic. Rather not be around people."
Kanan nodded "Understood. Though WHY are you here? I mean I can see it and sense it, inside of you are the embers of what appeared to be an impressive fighting spirit. I see it in the way you walk and talk. You can take a fighter from a war but you can't take the war from the fighter."
Harry chuckled a mirthless chuckle "Probably. Probably. Carry on the analysis cause I'm interested and curious."
Kanan grinned slightly "I can also tell that no matter the threats or anything that myself or the rest of the Ghost Crew say or threaten you with, you won't do a damn thing…But your cousin. Now that's a storm waiting to break. I see resentment, anger, tiredness and a protectiveness."
Dudley spoke "I'm Boba or went by Boba. My real name is Dudley. Dudley Dursley and Evan is my cousin. The resentment and anger are residual from seventeen years of utter bullshit that I and my parents, mainly my parents but I did what they said put him through. He was made to do everything from laundry to cooking and wasn't allowed what he had cooked, he got my large hand me downs. The tiredness comes from the fact that he had to deal with a his equivalent of a Sith. This guy tried to assassinate him when he was a babe, failed. Spent thirteen years as a shade and then three years with a body. Only my cousin could defeat him but no-one not even the people who were helping him trained him. Once he defeated the guy, what made my cousin so special was taken from him. The Government the greediest bunch of wankers tried to rob him of his inheritance but he managed to grab his inheritance and great a bit of everyone else's. So that resentment and tiredness comes from that and then I got him sucked here…"
"That's enough Dudley." Harry growled drinking more Vodka.
Dudley looked at his cousin "You're finally going to tell them?" He asked nervously, his cousin could be…unpredictable when hammered.
"That the, the, they've sad-sad-saddled themselvess up with an obesssshhee fisht fighter and a, a, a wassshdded out, wassshhhed up drunkard… psychosociopath who wants nothing more to go to a tropical planets with pretty women, and have massive ooorrrgggiesss every night." Harry replied getting blushes from everyone.
"Real names Harry. Harry Potter…" He said fighting his drunken state and tirade "…Dudley's my cousin. I'm ssshhtuck here because of him. I don't wanna be here, I donna particularly wanna help rebelssss, but the Empire ain't gonna takess on drunkardss with psychopathic tendencies, who hasss mad giftsss for flying."
"What about taking orders?" Asked Hera.
"G'luck wiv gettin' meh tah do anyfing. Now, where da fuck we, going?"
"Back to Lothal. We've got a scrambler."
Harry smirked "Awrigh'…if dere's noffing elsh Imma be passhin out now." With that Harry's eyes rolled backwards and he folded out of his seat and onto the floor.
Sabine just saved the empty bottle of vodka, before the bottle broke. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the bottle was empty. "He can hold his spirits. He's gonna regret that in the morning."
Dudley smirked "Bet you a credit he won't feel a damn thing."
Sabine snorted "This is going to be the easiest credit I've ever earnt…Ezra, shift the new guy."
"If you like your crew's life. Just give him a blanket and he'll be happy." Dudley said. He remembered the first time Harry had staggered in at three am and passed out half in his room. Dudley snorted as his father grabbed Harry by the arm only for his father to end up on his back and trapped in a chokehold.
Dudley suspected that Harry's magic hadn't left him. It had merely changed its form imbuing his body making him better, faster and stronger. One of the side effects was an immunity to alcohol. Zeb tenderly covered the dark haired teen in a blanket before ever so gently lifted the head and slid a pillow beneath him "Karabast." The Lasat Honour Guard Captain murmured as he headed towards his room.
He had seen how Harry had brushed off his threats. Zeb shrugged he'd talk with him tomorrow. Not as interrorgater but rather a survivor and combatant to another. Zeb grinned to himself, he saw something in Harry that resonated strongly with him.
As Kanan and Hera curled up next to each other. More like Hera curled into Kanan using him as a pillow. "I'm worried about the new comers." Hera whispered.
Kanan chuckled "Because one's more like me and more temperamental? Don't worry about it, he may not want to accept the Force which is fine. He will however throw in with us because that is what he will do. I do know that much. Now get some sleep."
The next day was hard to tell in space. But Harry woke up from the floor where he had passed out. He stopped stock still as he heard the clattering of one of the other members of the Ghost in the kitchen. He slowly got to his feet and saw that it was the girl with multi-coloured hair Asuna. He thought, she was wearing a compression top and a pair of black leggings, he guessed. "Morning."
Sabine jumped, grabbed a mug and launched it with pinpoint precision behind her. She turned and saw Harry, standing there well behind her but not directly so. He was also holding her mug "Nice shot…Better accuracy."
Sabine looked at he had caught it with three fingers instead of two hands "How's your head?"
"Clear as Space…Yeah, sucks doesn't it?" Harry said a dry smirk on his face as Sabine's eyes widened.
"Then…you…drinking that entire bottle of Vodka…didn't affect you?"
Harry shrugged "Yes and no. Yes and no. Alcohol in the terms of drunkenness does affect me, it just takes more to do so. On the flipside waking up with a hangover not so much."
Sabine shook her head "Anyway, we're heading back to Lothal. We have some business to finish, mainly with that TIE Interceptor."
"No…No you don't." Harry said bluntly. It was just then Hera and Kanan entered.
"What!" Snapped Hera "We brought you onto the ship, the least you can do…"
Harry's eyes flashed and he moved. To everyone bar Kanan it looked like he vanished from reality but in fact, Harry had dropped into a standing sprint and was right in front of Hera, his eyes flashing with fury "How…dare…you. How…very…fucking…dare…you…Dudley may a illusions of heroism and joining you, I however do not. Dudley will agree that the pair of us need to come to an arrangement about the TIE we stole. However, I do agree that there is business to be done with the TIE. Not yours, Hera. But mine and my cousins."
"Who are you going to sell it to? Last time I checked you don't know anyone." Cut in Zeb.
Harry smirked "I can be…persuasive."
The way the word 'persuasive' had been said, none of the Ghost really wanted to know how. However, it was Ezra that spoke up "Guys, quiet down." Everyone turned on Ezra. The Loth-rat, gulped but kept their attention.
"Harry's right. The TIE is not our business. But Hera and Kanan have the connections to the Underworld. So what I suggest is Kanan and Hera do the introductions and we leave Harry and Dudley to deal with the TIE."
Harry nodded "Blue does have a decent suggestion."
"One of the few." Sabine said.
Harry spun she held her hands up "You've not been here or with us long enough. If you stick around you'll find out."
Harry nodded he was about to speak when another voice spoke "I'm impressed Harry…You've not killed anyone yet."
Harry chuckled "Because you intervened and unfortunately we know things that these…chuckleheads don't."
"What do you know?" Demanded Hera.
Harry smirked "Spoilers. Can't say both literally, figuratively and everything else in between."
Sabine chuckled as Hera turned an interesting shade of yellow "Harry, surely you can give us a hint?"
Harry grinned "I wish I could but I can't, won't and shan't tell you a thing. Well I could…" He turned to Dudley who nodded and replied with "Only in the vaguest of terms."
Harry nodded he rummaged around and found a bottle of brandy "Mate…" Began Zeb.
"This is my price for the following details. 1) Enjoy the good times for there be dark times ahead. 2) Enemies of yesterday may become allies of today. 3) Commit to something and commit with everything. 4) Remember the lives that were lived not how they were lost. 5) Nothing is permanent, nothing can last forever. 6) Kanan, Ezra, Zeb, Sabine the choices you will have to make are infinitely harder than the ones Hera has to make. 7) I suppose this is the clearest one…Not all of you are making it out of this as far as we know. Oh and finally 8) Scariff is where everything changes." Harry said unbottling the brandy and pulled out a snifter and poured a healthy amount.
He looked at the Spectres through the amber liquid and then to his cousin, Dudley nodded "In for a penny, in for a pound. Harry, we may not have gotten along but I think I can tell, you don't want to be here but you're not going to resist a fight."
Harry grinned and downed and three more snifters "Fuck it, I and me coushin…we ish gonna 'el, 'el, 'elp yesh… fuck, fuck… schit up…Only fing I, we know. Fuck 'em good, fuck 'em 'ard…Here's teh, teh, 'ealth…'ealth and company."
Dudley grinned at that "Couple conditions."
Hera nodded "Name them."
"Don't stop Harry from doing whatever he's going to do…He's the most insanely valuable and valuably insane operative you're ever going to have on your side…When he says he's got a plan, just go with it because the chances are he's already began executing it."
Hera gulped "Oh god, this is just like the first time we were on a mission with Zeb."
Zeb chuckled, Harry slid the bottle to the Lasat "What happened?"
"Collateral damage, melted buckets, singed circuits which is why Chopper hates me."
Harry grinned "Nothing so fascinating. Only killed one teacher, reduced one to a vegetable, forced into a Death Tournament and then labelled insane, psychopathic shortly followed by being a hero and then a fugitive. Less you need to know the better. Just judge me by the corpses I'm leaving which is somewhere in the region of a hundred. With five failed murder attempts and four suicides."
Just then the planet of Lothal appeared in front of them "Let's sell us a ship…Hera, a word."
