Jinn walked and thought ... he wondered what it was like back at the Old Republic, which he had visited fifty years ago. He definately didn't want to meet those stuck up Jedi again. The last time they had tried to arrest him. But then again the last time he had attacked them first after one of them (Somebody named Mace Windu) wanted to forcefully bring him to the Jedi headquarters. He dealt with that easily enough. Now he didn't see a way out of this mess that didn't involve calling those Jedi people for rescue. Damn the desert. Why did the two of them had to land here of all places?

Harry happily marched beside Jinn, earphones plugged into his ears as he listened on a music-transmitter the size of an apple. He was connected to all the radio stations on earth, and was learning their language and their ways through the force. Full speed learning. The boy had figured it out on his own, but with this planet so rich in the force skill didn't matter. Because there was a raw pool of energy - almost limitless in amount - that one could draw from here. Who knows where it came from, perhaps a plant species was psi orientated and grew the force around itself. Those Jedi would love to study this planet, and probably quarantine it as well, and perhaps - no most definately - make it part of the republic. Jinn did not want to see that happen, ever. Earth was too valuable for it to fall into the hands of foolish force users who called themselves Jedi. They weren't. Jinn was a true Jedi... they were just imposters and the worst part was that they actually believed their lie as a truth.

"I'm pretty thirsty right now," Harry said, "I sure could go for a nice pouch of stream water, like the kind we had back in the cottage."

Jinn grunted, "I'll take that," he said. "Now figure out a way for us to get out of the desert without walking three thousand miles..."

"Perhaps we can call for help-"

"Not those Jedi," Jinn snarled angrily, "Never from the republic. I'd die before I let them come here."

"Not from them," Harry said, "I mean from these Earth people. What if we could convert my handheld radio into a microphone transmitter thingie and call for help from whoever's the closest?"

Jinn stopped. "That's a wonderful idea," he said, eyes widened. He was really impressed. He didn't get this way very often, so Harry felt pleased. A flush of pleasure and pride showed on his face. "But I know nothing about these microscopic digital machine things..."

"I guess maybe we can use the force to manipulate it to our purpose?" Harry said slowly, thinking through this carefully enough. "Let me do it, Master Jinn, I bet I can do it!"

"It's time for a break anyways," Jinn said and sat down. He used his cloak to shield from the hot sun, using it like a makeshift umbrella. He used the force to hold the structure of the umbrella onto the thin brown fabric.

"Okay," Harry said, "I think I know how to do this." He opened the back covering of the device using the force, ripping the screws out of the metal with pure power. Due to the nature of the planet, drawing onto the force was wonderfully easy. The planet was a miracle. Harry could see why Jinn didn't want the Republic to get hold of it. Any sort of galactic government would corrupt this place, and abuse the force, even more so than the Earth people.

As he stared in utter curiousity and fascination at the green chips and microfilms embedded into the machine, he formed a mental image of what he wanted in his mind. Instead of a reciever, he wanted to transmit. He closed his eyes and connected to the wellsprings of the Force here on Earth.

"I beseech you, help me in my mission," he prayed mentally. Suddenly feeling a rush of energy, he opened his eyes and held an open palm over the hand held device. The device started rearranging itself before his eyes, and then closed up. There was a tiny little hole, and the words above it: "TALK HERE."

He said clearly into the newly created (or recreated... Harry didn't know which, nor did he know how it happened except that the force had something to do with it), "Please help me. My master and I are stuck in the desert and we have no transportation. We need to go to a place called England. My name is Harry Potter."

Then he stopped because the device started to get really hot. It became so hot that he dropped it on the sand and then took a step back because his instincts were screaming at him: DANGER DANGER DANGER! Suddenly the radio exploded, and shrapnels of metal flew into his face. He covered his eyes with the back of his left hand and several sharp metal pieces cut through his flesh. He screamed in pain. Jinn was upon his feet instantly. He looked over at Harry. "What happened?" He asked.

"I don't know. The machine just broke down, I think there was too much Force in it so it was released... suddenly, I guess," Harry shrugged, confused, and afraid slightly. "Darn, I wish I knew what was wrong with it. I mean... it was pretty cool what I did, huh? Don't you think?"

Jinn sighed. "Let's get you fixed up," he said. His hands glowed with blue light and the metal peices flew out of his arm and face. The skin instantly healed over, leaving only the slightest of red lines. And that too faded in seconds.

"Damn, now what do we do?" Harry asked. "Do you think it worked?"

"We'll need to conserve our energy. I suggest a coma. The Force will preserve us for at least a few months. We can hope for a rescue."

"Okay fine," Harry said, "I just hope the message got sent to someone who can help us though. If not, we're dead."

"Optimistic, please," Jinn grunted as he lied down. He put the cloak over his eyes. His breathing slowed. Using the Force he put himself in a deep sleep. Harry just sighed, and then he too did the same, using the force to slow down his breathing and heart beat and metabolism.

Unbeknownst to either Harry or Jinn, their message was sent all across the world on every single radio, T.V, telephone, and any object capable of recieving the message. It was transmitted over and over in a loop. It stopped an hour later.

The desert they were in, the Cambodia desert, was currently in nuetral ground to several countries, because they were enemies of the Khmer Rouge which had taken over Cambodia. Several hours later, military forces from three countries were deployed on a search and rescue mission: to find the technology that could take over the entire globe's communication devices.

And the owners of it of course. This boy named Harry Potter.

He had just become famous worldwide...

...as if he needed it, considering the fact that the Boy Who Lived ... and Dissapeared ... was known throughout the magical world.

One Albus Dumbledore, vacationing in his cottage in Spain, was listening to his favorite radio program ( The Rabbit Tales ) when suddenly he heard Harry's message. He got up to his feet slowly, a twinkle lighting up in his blue eyes. Then he pulled out his wand and apparrated with a pop.