AN:

Author: Well, here you go. The next chapter.

Deadpool: About time, too. I was getting impatient.

Author: I would also like to tell you that I finally posted the lemon (lime, whatever) from the last chapter. All the lemons from this story will be placed in Harry Potter: Lord of the Sith (LEMONS). Go there to get your rocks off.

Deadpool: Okay! *leaves*

Author: Finally. Now, as usual, enjoy or suffer!

Harry Potter: Lord of the Sith

Chapter 3: The Jedi

August 5th, 1991, 1:13 am

Unknown Location, London, UK

Harry stood on a nondescript rooftop, waiting. He was wearing black and grey Sith armor, the design of which others called the Juggernaut's Birthright armor, minus the helmet, with his lightsaber clipped to his belt. Also hidden on his person was his wand.

Saeva and Hermione were both asleep, so sneaking out had been child's play. Over the last week, he and his friends had almost fully explored Diagon Ally. To his disappointment, Saeva had not actually begun his training, stating that it would begin on the train ride to Hogwarts.

Hermione's parents, after they had bought all of Hermione's school things, had agreed to allow her to stay at the Leaky Cauldron with Saeva to look after her. She could frequently be found at Flourish and Blotts. She was very surprised to find Harry's name in several books there. Harry felt she had potential, if she could get over her worship of authority (he felt he had been making headway in that regard, but it was slow working).

Unfortunately, Dean and Justin weren't so lucky, but they visited often enough and wrote when they couldn't visit, using Harry's new snowy owl, Hedwig (he had gotten the name from A History of Magic). Hedwig was a prideful owl who loved bacon and took her job very seriously (all owls do, really, but she took it to another level).

Harry's musings were cut short as he heard a slight shuffling behind him. He smirked.

"Your stealth has gotten better," he commented aloud.

Not a second later, the snap-hiss of a lightsaber activating could be heard, followed by the hum of said saber moving swiftly. Harry's own saber was active and up in time to block the blue 'saber from hitting him.

He quickly threw his leg out, catching his opponent in the abdomen and throwing them away. He relished the feminine grunt that had sounded when she hit the ground.

Instantly, she was up again and racing towards him. He easily blocked and dodged each of her attacks, causing her frustration to grow.

"You've gotten better," he commented mildly when their 'sabers locked together at one point. "But so have I."

Suddenly, he leapt back, causing her to become off balance. He took a deep breath, the let out a Force Scream (a trick Darth Valarius had taught him) knocking her back. Deciding to end the fight, he flicked his wrist, summoning his wand, and pointed it at her as she prepared to charge him again.

"Petrificus totalus," he called out. Startled by the sudden, odd shout, she didn't think to move out of the way.

Suddenly, her body went rigid, her arms snapped to her side (her lightsaber falling to the ground and deactivating), and her legs snapped together. Shock played through her eyes.

With the fight over, Harry took the time to observe his old friend. The girl was about his age, give or take a few months, though she was shorter than him. Her dark brown hair went down to her shoulders. Her skin was light and soft, but her brown eyes blazed with fire. She wore a simple light brown tunic, tan trousers, and a brown utility belt. Her tunic barely hid her developing chest.

Smirking, Harry leisurely made his way over to her frozen form. Holding his lightsaber up to her throat, he reveled in the anger that filled her eyes.

"I think I win," he said. "Again."

Rolling her eyes, his opponent glared at him.

"Mhm hmm mmm hmm, hmmrk," she mumbled through her locked jaw. (*Just let me go, jerk*)

"What was that?" Harry asked. "I didn't catch that." She glared at him. "Fine." Deactivating his lightsaber, he flicked his wand at her. "Finite." She collapsed as the ability to move suddenly returned to her.

"Sithspit," she muttered, picking herself up.

"I should probably be offended by that," Harry stated mildly. The girl glared at him.

"How did you do that?" she demanded.

"What, no 'hello'?" he asked in mock hurt. "No 'how have you been'? Jaesa, you wound me!"

Jaesa Willsaam rolled her eyes. With a small smile, she reached over and hugged him.

"It is good to see you again, Harry," she said. "But couldn't you let me win just once?"

"That would defeat the whole purpose of our little spars," Harry said with a smirk.

"Jerk," Jaesa pouted. Then she smiled. "I see you have an actual lightsaber now. Anything to share?"

He smirked. "You're looking at the new apprentice to Darth Saeva," he said proudly. Jaesa grimaced. "I take it you've heard of her."

"Yeah, she cut off Master Nomen Karr's arm three months ago," she said.

"Oh yeah," Harry said, smirking. "How is he, by the way?"

"Oh please," she said, rolling her eyes. "Don't act like you care." Harry shrugged. "Now, back to my question: how did you do that?"

"Magic," he smirked.

"Be serious," she frowned.

"I am," Harry said.

"I'm guessing there's a story here," she said.

With that, Harry told her everything that had happened, from Dumbledore visiting the Academy (she didn't bother asking where it was, he never told her), coming to Diagon Ally, the meeting at Gringotts, the wand shop, and finally exploring Diagon Ally with his new friends.

"So you had those spells you could have used the whole fight?" she asked, frowning.

"There were a lot of spells I could have used," Harry said. "I could have stunned you, I could have made you collapse in laughter, I could have had you dancing uncontrollably, and I could have done this, too. Incarcerous!" Ropes shot from his wand and wrapped around Jaesa, pinning her arms to her sides and binding her legs together.

"Hey! Jerk! Let me go!"

"I don't know," he said, looking down at her thoughtfully. "I think this is a good look for you."

"Jerk!"

"Fine. Diffendo." The ropes fell from Jaesa's form. "Happy now?" he asked.

"Very," she said, standing back up. "Did you have to do that?"

"Yes."

"Jerk."

"Love you, too!"

She scowled at him. He always knew how to wind her up. Taking deep breaths, Jaesa went over her Jedi training in order to calm herself. Sometimes, she wondered why she considered him a friend.

"So what about you?" Harry asked. "What's new with you? Nomen Karr still getting you down?"

Oh yeah, that's why: she was able to vent her frustrations with him, and he didn't chastise her blatant emotional displays. It was comforting. After about half an hour of venting, she sighed and sat down on the edge of the building, Harry sitting next to her.

"Now that you've got all that out of your system, how's the training going?" Harry asked. "I noticed that you've gotten better since the last time you were here."

"If you say so," she muttered.

"Is someone else saying otherwise?"

"No, but besides the masters, no one on Tython is really a challenge for me. Ever since I started sparring with you, I've advanced beyond the other padawans."

"Is that pride I hear, Padawan Willsaam?" Harry asked teasingly.

"Maybe," she admitted. "Not that it matters. No matter how good I get, I can never beat you. Now, with you going to this magic school, I'll never beat you. You'll have all these little tricks you can pull on me." She sighed. "You're always at another level."

Harry thought for a moment. Then, an idea struck him. It was crazy, insane even, but it might work. Jaesa, despite being a Jedi, was his friend after all, and he wanted to help her.

"You know," he said slowly. "You could probably come to Hogwarts with me."

She looked at him as though he was jumping up in down in a pink tutu.

"What?" she asked.

"You could tell Nomen Karr about the school," he said. "It could be the Jedi's only chance to learn about and observe such abilities."

"But I'll have to tell them about how I heard about the school," she protested. "Which would mean telling them about you."

"I never said you had to tell him everything. You can tell him I'm a native, which is true enough. You can say that we met when you first came to Earth and we became friends, which is also true. You can then say that I discovered this society that I am now a part of, also true, and suggested that you come to the school with me."

Jaesa thought for a minute. Then she smiled.

"He might go for it," she admitted. "But then, it really falls to the council to decide if I can go."

"Well then," he said, standing up. "You'd better get going then." Then he frowned. "Huh, I just realized I'm going to have to tell my master about this. Hm, that'll be fun."

Jaesa smiled at him.

"Thank you, Harry," she said.

"Don't mention it," he said. "Now, once you've told him, and if he decides to let you go, or if he wants to talk to a Professor first, tell him to go to the Leaky Cauldron. It's a pub on Charing Cross Road. Think you guys can find it?"

"It shouldn't be a problem," she said.

"Good. Contact me on my holocom to give me a heads up."

"Will do, Harry." Then she hugged him. "Thanks again. You know, if you're not careful, people might start to think you care about me."

"Well, we wouldn't want that," he said smirking, before reaching down and giving her ass a squeeze.

"AH! Jerk!" she cried, blushing. She then slapped him, causing him to laugh.

"See you later, hot stuff," he said smirking, before jumping off the building.

Jaesa watched him go and sighed. He was so incorrigible.

In the past, when they had first met, she couldn't help but trust him. He never lied to her, and neither kept any secrets from each other. It was an unspoken fact of their friendship that both were trying to convert the other. Even when she had no reason to trust him, she just couldn't help but trust him, and she didn't know why.

But now she did. A few months earlier, while training on Tatooine, she had fully unlocked an ability that had, over the course of her life, subtly manifested: she could see a person's true nature. All their secrets, their intentions, and what they believed, were visible to her. She now realized that her power, acting from her subconscious distrust of any Sith, had told her that she could trust him.

During their conversation, she had briefly turned her 'sight' on him, and had almost reeled. He was so full of darkness, so filled by the Dark Side, that she almost couldn't believe what she saw next: he cared for her. That was his motivation for inviting her to Hogwarts; he wanted her to be as strong as she could be. She couldn't believe that someone so filled (and happily so) with the Dark Side could be capable of caring for anyone.

She had thought that she had been making headway in bringing him to the Light Side, but apparently not.

Jaesa shuddered. It had taken all her willpower to pull her sight away. The amount of power that all but flowed off of him… it was…

She took a deep breath.

'There is no emotion, there is peace,' she mentally recited. '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.'

For some reason, reciting this didn't elicit the calming effect she had come to expect. This time, the words seemed… empty.

She shook her head clear. 'Enough of that,' she chastised herself. 'Master Karr might sense it.'

With that thought, she took off towards where they were staying, all the while wondering about her friend.

August 6th, 1991, 11:30 am

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Diagon Ally

Harry walked in the store mumbling. He couldn't believe he had forgotten to come here before. Personally, he couldn't see what was wrong with his own robes, but his master had insisted he obtain actual school robes.

He had been surprised by how well Saeva had taken his friendship with Jaesa. It probably had to do with him telling her he was slowly corrupting Jaesa (he omitted the fact that Jaesa knew this and he wasn't sure about his progress). She had agreed to spend most of her time in the Ally for the duration of their stay, just in case Jaesa and Nomen Karr decided to show, as it probably wasn't a good idea for her to be in the same building as a fully trained Jedi (not to mention one she had fought before).

"Hogwarts, dear?" a voice asked, bringing him back to the present. The woman (who he assumed was Madam Malkin) in front of him was squat, smiling, and dressed all in mauve. "Got the lot here… another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

She led him to the back of the shop where a pale, blonde boy was being fitted, and stood Harry next to him.

"Hello," the boy said. "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yep," Harry said.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Harry raised an eyebrow. The boy sure liked to hear himself talk.

"Have you got your own broom?" the boy asked.

"No," Harry said. "I really haven't had the time to go looking at them."

"So you don't play Quidditch?"

"Haven't had much opportunity to, really."

"Well I do. Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"If we have any choice in the matter, I'm leaning towards Slytherin."

"Really? Me too! My whole family has been in Slytherin. Imagine being put in Hufflepuff! I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"Not really," Harry said. "While it doesn't seem to be my kind of house, it has its own merits."

"You think so?" the boy asked, his eyes narrowing. "My father says they're all duffers, just there because they can't fit in anywhere else."

"Does he?" Harry asked, turning his head to look at the boy. "And what do you think?"

"I told you!"

"No, you told me what your father has to say on the matter," Harry pointed out. "I asked what you think."

"I agree with my father."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because he's right!"

"And how do you know that? Because he told you so?"

"Yes!"

"So you agree with your father because he's right, and you know he's right because he told you so, and you agree with him," Harry surmised, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you see a problem with that?"

"I-You-"

"That's you done, my dear," Madam Malkin said to Harry, cutting the boy off from his stammering. Stepping down, Harry looked at him.

"If you wish to continue this discussion, I'll be in Flourish and Blotts with some friends of mine," he told him. "You're welcome to join us. I'm Harry Potter, by the way. Nice to meet you."

Harry left the gaping boy, paid for his robes, and went to Flourish and Blotts.

1:23 pm

The boy, Draco Malfoy as he introduced himself, did in fact join Harry and his friends (Dean and Justin were visiting that day). Apparently, his father had been pleased that the two had met, and was more than happy to allow Draco to join Harry (Harry suspected Draco omitted Harry questioning Mr. Malfoy's authority).

Draco had been shocked to learn that Harry's friends were, in fact, muggleborns, and Harry was less than pleased to learn that the Wizarding World had its own share of prejudices. Fortunately, Draco seemed willing to put his beliefs aside in order to remain cordial. Surprisingly enough, once Draco put aside his prejudices, he and Hermione got on really well.

They were currently debating over how they could be sorted. Draco said his parents and Godfather, who was a teacher at Hogwarts, refused to tell him, as it was a tradition.

"Where would you go?" Dean asked. "If you had a choice, I mean."

"Well, Ravenclaw sounds like a good house," Hermione said. "But if I had a choice, I'd prefer Gryffindor. I heard Headmaster Dumbledore himself went there."

"And why would you prefer Gryffindor?" Harry asked.

"I told you, Dumbledore was in it!"

"So?"

"Well he's the Headmaster," she said. "There has to be a reason for that!"

"Maybe," Harry said. "But if you look at the history of the school, there have been more Slytherins and Ravenclaws as Headmasters than Gryffindors. Dumbledore is an anomaly."

"Well, he's supposed to be the most powerful wizard alive!"

"So? That's all him. Are you expecting a power boost if you go to his old house?"

"No, of course not."

"Then what does it matter? Either your weaker than him, his equal, or more powerful. The house you go to doesn't determine that."

"Where would you go then?" Hermione demanded, quite put out. She hated it when he proved her wrong (which was quite often, actually).

"Well, I've been giving that a fair bit of thought," Harry said. "Ignoring the stereotypes that have arisen for each house, and ignoring who has been in what house, I looked at each house based on the traits they uphold, and the positives and negatives those traits produce."

"Traits?" Draco asked.

"You know, the traits each founder valued," Harry explained. "Gryffindor values bravery, always better to be brave than a coward. Ravenclaw values intellect, no one will argue the value of that. Hufflepuff, despite what others may say-" Harry shot a look at Draco, who winced. "-values loyalty and hard work, both very good things. And Slytherin values cunning and ambition."

"I heard every dark witch or wizard who ever lived was in Slytherin," Dean said.

"I hardly think that's true," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "While Slytherin has probably produced more than the others, I'm sure that the other houses have produced their own monsters. However, sticking to Slytherin for the moment, that makes sense. The house does, after all, value ambition, and what greater ambition is there than to dominate others?"

"Are you saying that it's a good thing?" Hermione demanded.

"Of course not," Harry defended. "In fact, this brings me to the negatives of each house. For Gryffindor, bravery without thinking ahead is never advisable. For Ravenclaw, a thirst for knowledge can lead to an obsession for the written word, and a worship of authority." He shot a look at Hermione, who winced. He had pointed out the problems with her authority figure worship and the problems with it. "For Hufflepuff, there is such a thing as blind loyalty."

"And what about Slytherin?" Draco demanded. "What negatives are there for Slytherin?"

"Obsession with a goal," Harry said simply. "To the point where you become blind to everything else."

"That's all well and good, Harry," Hermione said. "But you haven't answered my question."

"I just wanted to go over everything I'd thought about," Harry explained. "With all of that in mind, I think I would prefer Slytherin."

With that, the five of them conversed about their house preferences (Hermione now leaned towards Ravenclaw), and their expectations for Hogwarts.

After a while, a sudden chirping sounded. Harry recognized it as his holocom (his personal holo-communicator).

"Excuse me for a minute," Harry said, standing up.

"What is that?" Draco asked.

"It looks like muggle technology," Hermione said, frowning. "But I haven't seen anything like it before. Besides, I thought muggle technology didn't work in highly magical areas."

"Hey Hermione, why don't you show Draco that book you found yesterday," Harry said. "You know, the one where, apparently, I killed a dragon at four years old."

Frowning at Harry's obvious distraction technique, Hermione reluctantly led the others away to show them the book.

Walking to a secluded spot, Harry activated his holocom. A small holographic image of Jaesa appeared above the small disk.

"Jaesa! How'd it go, hot stuff?" he asked.

"Very well, actually," she said. "He put it to the counsel and they said that, as long as he's okay with it, they think it's a great idea. He wants to talk to a teacher, so we'll be heading over to the Leaky Cauldron."

"Great," he said. "I'll get Professor McGonagall here. How'd they react to me?"

"Well, Master Karr's suspicious of you," she admitted. "But then, he's suspicious of everyone who isn't on the counsel, so that's nothing new."

"Figures. See you later, hot stuff."

"Oh, Harry," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Stop calling me 'hot stuff'. Especially around Master Karr."

"I make no promises."

"Jerk."

"Love you, too!"

Deactivating the communicator before she could curse him further, he walked over to his friends.

"Hey guys, I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a bit," he said. "An old friend's hoping to attend Hogwarts, and I'm setting up a meeting between her guardian and Professor McGonagall."

"Really? Who is he?" Draco asked.

"I'm sure you'll meet," Harry said, smirking. "I'll be back."

He left his friends and went to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hey Tom," he said to the barman. "Mind if I use the Floo again?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Evens," Tom said, pulling out a small bag and handing it to Harry. Tom had agreed not to call Harry by his actual name so as not to draw attention to him.

"Thanks, Tom." Taking the bag of Floo powder, he walked over to the fireplace. "Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall's office," he called out, throwing some powder into the fire, turning it green. Kneeling down (the floor was charmed to be soft for Floo-calls), he stuck his head into the flames. "Professor? Are you there?"

"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said from her desk. "How can I help you today?"

"Remember that friend I told you about yesterday?" he asked. At her nod, he continued. "Well, her guardian wants to talk to you about her attending."

"Very good, Mr. Potter," she said, standing and walking around her desk. "Step back, please."

Pulling his head out of the flames, Harry backed away from the fireplace. Seconds later, the flames turned emerald and Professor McGonagall stepped through.

"Professor, glad you could make it," Harry said.

"Mr. Potter," she nodded to him. "Where are they?"

"They should be here soon," he said. "I'll direct them to you when they get here."

"Very well. Tom, a booth please."

"Of course, Professor," Tom said. He led her to an empty booth and left to get her a drink.

Harry moved to a corner by the door. A few minutes later, two people walked through, a man and Jaesa.

The man was tall, wearing customary Jedi clothes and a thick brown robe. He had greying brown hair and a goatee, and pale blue eyes.

Smirking, Harry stealthily moved behind Jaesa, who was looking around.

"Boo!" he called, poking her in her sides, making her squeal and jump.

"AH! YOU JERK!" Harry couldn't respond he was laughing so hard. "Why you arrogant, infuriating-"

"Padawan," Nomen Karr cut in sharply, glaring slightly at Harry. "Harry Potter, I presume," he said.

"Yes, sir," he said, smirking slightly. "You must be Nomen Karr. Jaesa talks a lot about you."

"Sadly, I can't say the same," Nomen Karr responded, glaring lightly at Jaesa. She blushed lightly, bowed her head and mumbled an apology.

"If you'll follow me, sir, I'll take you to Professor McGonagall," Harry said, still smirking.

Nomen Karr, ever stoic, merely nodded and followed Harry to the Professor's booth.

"Professor," Harry said, catching the teacher's attention. "This is Nomen Karr and his charge, Jaesa Willsaam."

"Mr. Karr," she greeted, standing up. "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts. If you would sit down, we can talk." She gestured to the seat across from her. "Mr. Potter, if you would show Ms. Willsaam around the Ally, I would be grateful. Perhaps you could introduce her to your friends."

"Sounds good," Harry said, looking at Jaesa. "Come on, hot stuff. My friends are at Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore."

"Harry!" Jaesa said, blushing furiously. "You jerk!"

Nomen Karr narrowed his eyes slightly, but sat down across from Professor McGonagall.

Harry led the glaring and blushing Jaesa out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"I told you not to call me that in front of him," she hissed angrily at him.

He smirked at her.

"Sith," he said simply.

"Jerk."

"Love you, too, hot stuff."

Harry led Jaesa (still fuming) down the Ally and into Flourish and Blotts. He found his friends at a table near the back with the three muggleborns telling Draco about the muggle world. The confused look on his face was quite amusing.

"Hey guys," he said to them. "I'd like you to meet the friend I told you about. Guys, this is Jaesa Willsaam. Jaesa, this is Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Draco Malfoy."

"Hello, nice to meet you," Jaesa said shyly.

"Nice to meet you, Jaesa," Hermione said, smiling.

The three boys, however, couldn't seem to say anything. They were too busy staring.

"Um, is something wrong?" Jaesa asked, nervous.

"No," Harry said, smirking. "They just seem to agree with my nickname for you."

Jaesa blushed furiously.

"Jerk," she muttered.

"What nickname?" Hermione asked.

"'Hot stuff'." Harry looked at the three other boys. "I wouldn't get your hopes up, guys. She's off limits."

"Is she your girlfriend?" Dean asked. Hermione frowned slightly.

"No, she's part of a secret order that forbids relationships," Harry explained. "I'm working on that, though." He pointedly ignored Jaesa's glare.

"What's your order called?" Hermione asked.

"Telling you would defeat the purpose of it being 'secret', now wouldn't it?" Harry pointed out, smirking. Hermione pouted at him. "Though I suppose telling you the name of the order won't be a problem. They're called the Jedi."

"The Jedi? I've never heard of them," Hermione said, frowning.

"Well, it is a secret order," Dean said. "We're probably the first people to hear of it."

Harry pulled out a chair for Jaesa next to Hermione, then sat on her other side.

They spent the next hour answering multiple questions for and by Jaesa (she pointed refused to say anything that would be deemed 'forbidden'). Soon, they were talking about the Magical vs Muggle worlds.

While they were talking about various modes of magical transport, Nomen Karr entered the shop. Jaesa, sensing her master's arrival, jumped up from her seat and stood straight.

"Padawan," he said to her, glaring briefly at Harry. "I have decided to allow your attendance at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall has agreed to help us obtain your school things, and is waiting outside."

"We can help her get everything," Harry said, smiling. "I'm sure you're very busy, so we'd be happy to-"

"That will not be necessary," Nomen Karr cut in, glaring coldly at Harry. "Come, Padawan."

Nomen Karr turned and left the shop, Jaesa reluctantly following after apologizing to her new friends.

Harry smiled as he watched her go. This was certainly looking to be an interesting year. He couldn't wait to see what other surprises this new world had in store for him.

AN:

Author: Not as long as the previous chapter, but oh well. Now, I want to make this clear. Jaesa Willsaam is a character from Star Wars: The Old Republic. She stars in the Sith Warrior storyline, and is probably my favorite character in the game (I especially like Dark Jaesa, which is why she's here). Now, this story will not be following the Sith Warrior storyline, and Jaesa and Nomen Karr's backstories have been changed for this story. There is no Darth Baras, nor will there be an equivalent (the closest there will be will probably be Saeva).

Please leave a review to tell me what you think. No flames, please, or Deadpool will tap-dance on your spine in cleats (steel and sharpened) while Mozart plays in the background. *looks around* Where is he anyway? He should have finished reading my lime by now. *shouts* HEY! DEADPOOL!

Deadpool: *groggily* Huh? Whatuh?

Author: *deadpans* You came, then fell asleep. You'd think having an amazing healing factor would fix that, but I guess not. Idiot. Well, until next time, folks! If you'll excuse me, *pulls out machete* I have an idiot to decapitate and castrate.