I own neither Harry Potter, nor Star Wars. I promise to do nothing with other people's characters they haven't had them do themselves. Of course, for Harry Potter that means I could have Fred and George Weasley have possession of a map that tells them the name and location of every single person in the castle (Animagus or otherwise,) and just not ever notice that first one, then another brother was sleeping with a dead man every night.

"Come now, Remus," said Elphias Doge. "You cannot possibly believe that Harry Potter has been abducted by aliens!" The upper middle aged wizard was with a good portion of the Order of the Phoenix in Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts.

"I never said I believed that," defended Lupin. "I simply said that the muggle news reported an unidentified object flying in the area Harry Potter was last known to be, and at the time that he went missing. I don't believe he was taken off into space, I just think that the muggles saw whatever it was that happened and came up with whatever interpretation that they could."

"What do you think did happen to Harry, Mr. Lupin?" asked Minerva, her voice steady, but still tinged with worry.

"I honestly don't know. Whatever, or whomever it was, it was fast, and left the area immediately after taking Harry," replied Lupin.

"I'm concerned about this dead body that was found," growled Alastor Moody. "Was there any identification on it, anything that could help us track down where the abductor was likely to go next?"

"Not that I was able to tell," answered the werewolf. "I couldn't question the muggle police too directly without having to obliviate them, and there was too heavy a police presence to risk that. Mostly, I stayed under an invisibility cloak and listened. The body was apparently dressed in robes and a black metal helmet. The police think it was likely a Halloween costume. No identification or weapons were found on him, and nothing indicating where he was from. The police got no further in their investigation before suddenly turning it over to the Royal Air Force."

"Why would they do that?" asked Mad-Eye Moody.

"I'm not sure," answered Lupin. "I think it had something to do with what the medical examiner found as he looked at the body."

"How was he killed?" asked Moody.

"He was killed by something that burned through him, cauterizing the wound as it went," Lupin explained. "Whatever it was, it pierced his heart, killing him nearly instantly."

"He was in a drill factory," said Moody. "Is it at all possible it was a drill that killed him?"

"I find it highly unlikely," answered Lupin. "The factory made drills for construction and household use, nothing that would have caused the type of wound that killed him."

"I feel we must widen the search area," stated Dumbledore, taking control of the meeting once again. "Check the muggle news in different areas of the country, and follow up on any 'flying saucer' stories that the muggles report." With that, the Order members filed out of Dumbledore's office. Albus sat at his desk as they left, staring out a window. "Where are you, Harry?" he quietly asked the empty sky outside.

At that very moment, Harry was staring intently at a very odd looking toy. It made soft cooing noises and had lots of exciting lights and round edges. To him it was a toy, but it was in fact a Chroon-Tan B droid, modified for children his age. He was placed in the Jedi nursery for safe keeping while the Jedi Council was informed of his arrival. Not that Harry knew this, of course. To him, his new uncle was off somewhere, but at least left him with this pretty toy. While the pretty toy was being examined by Harry, it was also examining the human child. It was particularly interested in the scar that even bacta could not fully heal. It detected some odd energy readings emanating from the area, and notated them for further study.

Jedi Knight Toma Kendet was standing before the Jedi Council with Darth Agen's lightsaber held out in presentation. Gripped by the force, it gently floated the distance between himself and the diminutive Jedi Grandmaster Yoda, who sat on a floating pod chair, a grim look on his wizened face.

"To the Hall of Evidence, we will send this," Yoda stated. "Done well, you have, Jedi Knight. Confer on you the level of Jedi Master, the council does."

Toma felt somewhat shamed at the thought of gaining rank through the killing of his friend, and then somewhat guilty with the knowledge that every being in this room could feel his emotions as well. He quickly got hold of his feelings, not letting them overwhelm him.

"Thank you, Master Yoda," he said, graciously accepting the position. "With your permission, I have another matter to bring to the attention of the Council."

"Another matter, you say?" inquired Yoda. "The young child you arrived with, I believe you wish to speak of?"

"Yes, Master," acknowledged Toma. "A youngling from the planet Earth. His name is Harry Potter." Several of the Masters exchanged glances at the odd pronunciation of the name. "His parents were killed on the same night I fought Kerk... Darth Agen. I encountered him as he was being abandoned on a doorstep to be looked after by relatives who would not understand or care for him."

"How do you know this?" asked Master Kilo-Ami-Maj.

"I overheard the people who were leaving him as they discussed it. I believe they knew that he would not be cared for, and knew the characters of the people at the residence where they left him. They didn't even let the presumptive guardians know they were leaving him. They simply dropped him on the doorstep, left a note, and departed." This shocked the Council. Younglings were treasured by the Jedi. Even non-force sensitive younglings would never have been treated in such a manner. "I translated the letter, and the person who left it with young Harry, a Professor Albus Dumbledore, used it to inform one of the residents, a Mrs. Petunia Dursley, of the death of her sister. Her sister was Lilly Potter, Harry's mother. It went on to ask them to treat Harry as one of her own children, even knowing that would never occur."

"Something more, I feel, drives you on this path," inferred Yoda, his eyes closing as he conferred with the Force. "A connection, I sense between the child and yourself."

"Yes, Master," Toma answered. "I did not form it consciously. It was formed by the Force."

"By the Force, you say? Most interesting. Before us you must bring him. Examine him, we will. May the Force be with you."

With a bow, the newly appointed Jedi Master left to collect Harry from the medical droids that were examining him.

Young Harry Potter was quite confused by the creature in front of him. He knew about many animals, but had never seen a wrinkled, green, giggling monkey before. It had the largest ears he'd ever seen. And it could talk! Yoda, amused by the child's fascination with his ears, waggled them a bit for the youngling. Rewarded with a high pitched giggle, the Jedi Master continued his evaluation.

Harry was young to be taken in by the Jedi. At only a year and a half it would be some time before any training of substance could be imparted. The boy was strong in the Force, however. Yoda could feel the Force flowing around and through the boy, and found something quite unheard of. The boy had a core of Force energy within him! He was like a Force battery, able to store Force energy. This was very unusual. With that, Harry's future with the Jedi was certain. The boy would have to be watched, and there was no better position to watch and evaluate a child than as a teacher in the Jedi Temple.

Harry was placed into a class of other Jedi Initiates, most of them slightly older than him. He did very well in the initial tests, but the evaluators noticed some very odd things about the young child. Most initiates demonstrated unintentional manipulations of the Force when stressed, angry, or upset, but Harry's were particularly dramatic. As Harry aged, his outbursts, while emotionally at the same general level as his cohort-mates, were either particularly powerful, or took on some odd aspect not usually associated with the Force.

For example, when Harry was three, he was quite upset when a young Twi'lek initiate scored higher than him on a test, and he somehow turned her head tails blue. She was quite distressed, and so was Harry. He obviously did not have any idea how he had done such a thing, and didn't know how to turn it back. Fortunately for Harry, the effect only lasted a few hours before the irate girl's head tails faded back to their normal color. She avoided Harry for some time after that. Toma begun to teach Harry meditation techniques shortly after the incident to help him control his emotions. He told Harry about the cat that turned into a woman, and reassured the young Initiate that the Force could apparently be manipulated to a high degree on his home planet.

As time passed on Earth, the search for Harry Potter had waned. The Order of the Phoenix was still looking for him, of course, but it was not as energetic a search as had initially taken place. The health monitor continued to report on Harry's status to Dumbledore, but did not give any clue to his whereabouts. He had long since stopped gazing wistfully at the ward monitor. The one thing he could say with any certainty was that Harry was almost certainly not in Britain anymore. He had dispatched Remus quite a few times to America, feeling like it was the most likely land for Harry's abductor to have taken him. The direction the trace had left in would also indicate America was the likely destination.

The land was vast, and the magical communities were close knit and secretive. Each time, though, Remus had returned with no clues, no news, and little hope of every finding any. Dumbledore noticed the werewolf was beginning to become a bit depressed at his continual failure to determine the whereabouts of his friend's son. With no real chances of Remus finding Harry, the headmaster stopped assigning him to the task. Dumbledore knew that Harry's name would be issued near his eleventh year, and hopefully he could determine his location at that point.

His former headmaster may have stopped tasking Remus with finding Harry anymore, but the determined man tasked himself with the goal. When the group of four friends still called themselves the Marauders had joined the Order of the Phoenix, they thought it would be fun to maintain their secret group inside the secret organization. One of the things Sirius and James had done was was stash a pile of galleons in the Shrieking Shack for emergencies. Now, James and Peter were dead, and Sirius was in Azkaban for the crime. That pile of Galleons would now be used to try to find young Harry.

Having found no leads at all in the United States, Remus spent several years searching South America. Making no headway, he then headed back across the Atlantic to try India, then China. He learned quite a lot of other cultures, and being interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts, built up a surprisingly diverse skill set of defensive spells and charms, but made no progress on the search for Harry Potter.

When Harry was six years old, Toma officially named him as his Padawan Learner. He had done well in his class of younglings, and was ready to begin one on one training. As a gift for his promotion, Toma gave Harry his first training lightsaber. Similar to the one he had used for practice with his cohort, this one was also set for training mode. It would cause welts and slight burns, but was not capable of cutting unless it was modified by Toma. It would be a few years yet before Harry was ready for that, though. Harry now lived with Toma in private Padawan quarters, where he studied not only the Force, but also astronomy, mathematics, languages, and mechanics. The curriculum was varied and accelerated, from a human point of view.

At the age of eight, Harry left Coruscant with Toma on their first mission. It was a border dispute on a minor world, and while Harry played no part in the negotiations, he observed everything. Harry was questioned on the proceedings by Toma afterword. Harry was impressed that Toma had been able to find common ground between two wildly disparate leaders. Harry began taking a much more active role in their partnership. By the age of ten, his lightsaber skills were excellent for his age, and Harry routinely dueled droid opponents with his lightsaber set on 'full.' One of his crowning achievements was in a similar border dispute to their first mission, where Harry provided the insight for the leaders to set aside their quarrel and sign a peace treaty. His training continued.

Albus Dumbledore did not normally examine the first year letters too much. In his normal start of the school year preparations, he made a point to know which first years were muggleborn to ensure they and their parents were properly introduced to the magical world. This year, however, he asked McGonagall to bring him the first year letters before they were sealed. There was one in particular he was hoping very much was there. Leafing through them, he quickly found the letter he was looking for. With a great deal of confusion, he read the address:

Mr. H. Potter
Padawan Quarters
Training Pod 428
Jedi Temple
Coruscant

Albus had never heard of a place called Coruscant, nor anything called a Jedi Temple, but was pleased to finally have some sort of location for Harry, even if he had no idea where it actually was. He quickly wrote a letter to Harry. He had no idea if the boy was even aware he was a wizard, let alone know of the existence of Hogwarts. Without knowing where he was, it wouldn't be possible to send a teacher to explain things as could have been done with a muggleborn. Hopefully, the letter would be sufficient. Throwing a pinch of powder into his fire, he called for Remus Lupin. The werewolf's head appeared in the flames.

"Remus, his letter is here," he explained.

"Finally!" cried Lupin. "Where does it say he is? I'll head there immediately!" Knowing that if the letter would be addressed to Harry at all it would happen soon, he had several bags packed and was ready to travel anywhere in the world to reach Harry."

"I'm not at all certain," said Dumbledore. He read the address to the confused werewolf, and the two tried to puzzle out where it could possibly be.

"Possibly a Buddhist temple?" theorized Lupin. "I'll check the library, see what I can find on this 'Coruscant.'"

"Very well," said Dumbledore. "If I can think of any insights, I'll let you know."

"Likewise," replied Remus. Dumbledore closed the floo connection. He had a house elf take the letters back to McGonagall with his authorization for their release.

"Jedi," he mused, his hands resting on his desk. His eyes glanced again at the health monitor he always kept on a side table in a corner of his office. "Some form of religion, perhaps? I do hope he chooses to attend Hogwarts."

Harry Potter wasn't quite aware of it, but he had just turned 11. The Jedi did not celebrate birthdays, and Harry didn't even know what day it was on. That information had not been included in the letter that was left with him on the day Toma rescued him. He still occasionally took the letter out and read it. Yoda had insisted that Harry continue to learn English, even though it required someone to return to Earth to obtain language materials. It was a similar enough language to basic to allow Toma's translator to handle it when he was on Earth for his mission, but something about this boy spoke to Yoda in the Force. He was sure that at some point, Harry would have to return to Earth.

When Harry got bored with some of his less force and lightsaber related studies, he sometimes liked to try to puzzle out the mystery of his origins. Toma did not actively discourage this, but he didn't encourage it either. For those who joined the order, family connections were left behind, replaced by the comraderies of their fellow Jedi.

He had woken with the sun as usual that day, and stood out on the balcony of their quarters with his feet spread to the width of his shoulders. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes closed, meditating. The wind fluttered his robes and the sun shone in his face. Toma exited the apartment and began his own morning routine. Harry heard a fluttering of wings and a soft hoot, and opened his eyes to find an odd looking bird had perched itself on the balcony railing. It seemed exhausted, panting heavily and its feathers drooping. Tied to its leg was an envelope, addressed to Harry!

"What is this?" asked Harry.

"It appears to be a domesticated messenger bird, of some sort," answered Toma. Harry reached out and took the letter.

"Who would send me a letter by bird, and who would even know I'm here that isn't already here with me?" inquired the young Jedi.

"There's only one way to find out," answered Toma. Harry opened the letter and read it out loud.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

"Albus Dumbledore?" asked Harry. "That's the same person who left me on a doorstep all those years ago," he said. "What do they mean by witchcraft and wizardry, I wonder. Do they mean the Force? Here's the list of books and supplies." Toma was not pleased that the old man had been able to track Harry here. He took the letter from Harry and studied it.

"The world of your birth does exhibit some strange characteristics of the Force," Toma mused. "It is entirely possible the Force users of your world call it magic. You yourself have some form of Force core that the healers have never been able to fully explain."

"What do they mean by they await my owl?" asked Harry. Toma gestured at the bird that had delivered the letter.

"This must be an owl. I suppose it is supposed to return your reply," suggested the older Jedi."

"And what is my reply to be?" asked Harry. He couldn't help it. As much as he loved Toma, he was intrigued by this letter from his home planet.

"I must consult the Council. They will decide on what course of action is appropriate. I'm quite puzzled by the owl's presence, however. Your world did not have the knowledge or capabilities to reach past your own planetary system when I took you from there. I cannot imagine how they got the bird here."

The Council was stunned at the revelation. It was clear that the majority of the Council was not impressed with the thought of one of their Padawans leaving to study an unknown form of the Force outside the control of the Jedi. In the end, the matter was settled by Yoda, who had been meditating on this since Toma had reported the invitation letter that had mysteriously been delivered by a bird native to a world that had no method of traveling away from their own world. From the moment he met the youngling, Yoda had believed Harry had some destiny to fulfill on his home planet. During his communion with the Force, the Jedi Grandmaster had received a vision which hinted to him of Harry's possible importance on his home world.

"Possible importance?" asked Toma, not liking the uncertainty. "Harry is doing very well in his studies, and is showing great promise, but he is still very young. This is a delicate time for him. With the exception of some interactions on missions, he has only been exposed to other Padawans. This school is an unknown, and if Harry is to attend, I would like to ask to be assigned to Earth to keep an eye on the situation.

"Granted, your request is," answered Yoda. "A close eye, keep if possible, but room to grow your Padawan must have as well. A surveillance vessel we shall send before you. Coordinates to Hogwarts, they shall provide."

"We will begin our preparations at once, Master," said Toma. He and Harry bowed before the assembled Masters.

"May the Force be with you," dismissed Yoda.

The Hogwart's Express had pulled into Hogsmeade. In the dark, Hagrid was calling all the first years to him. Dumbledore had asked him to keep an eye out for Harry. He gathered a bushy haired girl who was taking in every sight there was to see around her, another redhead that must be another of the never-ending gingers, and a rather chubby boy clutching a fat toad, but no one that stood out as the son of James and Lilly Potter. Hagrid continued to call out for first years, put them four to a boat, and started them off across the lake to Hogwarts.

The staff was seated at the head table as the second through seventh years entered and began to take their places at the house tables. During this process, the deputy headmistress entered a side door and stood waiting. After all the students were seated, Albus nodded at McGonagall to bring in the first years for the sorting. She went back out the side door and then led the youngsters in and through the main hall to the three legged stool that the sorting hat had been set on. Albus scrutinized the new students more thoroughly than they could be aware of, but was dismayed to find no trace of Harry Potter. The students all stared at the hat as it sang its song for the year, explaining how the Hogwarts houses worked. After the students applauded, McGonagall explained how the sorting would happen, and began to call out student names.

Just as Justin Finch-Fletchley was called and put the hat on his head, the main hall doors opened. Two figures dressed in hooded robes quietly entered and made their way up the center aisle. One was dressed in brown, the other in gray. As they walked up between the house tables, the students began to mutter to each other. None of the students could recall the Sorting Ceremony ever being interrupted before. As they approached the head table, Dumbledore stood. Remus Lupin, who had attended in the hopes that Harry would show up with the rest of his class, stood as well.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," he said. He was beginning to feel more excitement than he could remember ever feeling in his many years. They were missing only one student, after all, and he felt the long years of searching were finally over. "To whom do we owe this honor?" he asked. The larger of the two robed figures lifted his hood. Dumbledore studied the man before him. He had mostly grey hair, a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, and gray eyes that took in everything around him.

"I am Master Toma Kendet," said the stranger, "and I am here to deliver a student." Dumbledore turned his attention to the gray clad figure and tried to contain his excitement.

"And does this student have a name?" he asked, in what he hoped was his normal, calm, grandfatherly voice. The student lifted his hood and at last Dumbledore met the eyes of the boy he had searched long and hard for. The green eyes, un-hindered by glasses like his father had been required to wear, took in the gaze of first Dumbledore, then each of the professors in turn.

"My Padawan Learner," presented Toma Kendet, startling the staff and students with the strange term, "Harry Potter."

A/N

I'm sorry for the delay. I'm not happy with this chapter. I wasn't happy with it from the get-go, and it hasn't gotten much better even after several re-writes. It fought me every word along the way. It feels like it needs a lot more padding, but I really want to get back to the Hogwarts part of the story. I seriously considered skipping it completely and just getting back to where the story started, but felt I should show at least something of Harry's initial Jedi training, as well as Remus's determination towards finding him. I was never happy with Remus in the Canon stories, and wanted to show him as a bit more of a capable and caring individual. I also struggled greatly with how to get Harry's Hogwarts letter to him. I wrote one attempt where they went back to Earth for some reason and were found by Lupin. I wrote another scene where Harry was informed by the Force through a vision. None of them felt right, so I decided to just say screw it and have an owl make an interstellar journey and let the "Magic" card explain it. I hope people don't hate me how I handled that, but it is what it is. This way, at least, magic shows it can mystify even the Jedi. If you hate it, I'm sorry, and you can imagine that Harry received a Force vision and Yoda said, 'Go then, you must.'

Some have asked me if Harry is going to be dealing with canon storylines. I do have a loose plan for the story line, but I'm keeping my options open. He will have to deal with canon storylines in some way or another, however. While I don't feel the need to justify my own story, I feel justified in doing this because most of the situations Harry gets himself into all started without him. The setup for the Philosopher's Stone was done before Harry even knew there was such a thing as Hogwarts. The Chamber of Secrets plot was hatched because Lucius Malfoy needed to get rid of a dark object in the face of ministry raids. Sirius escaped from Azkaban because he saw that picture of the Weasleys in Egypt. All of this started without Harry, and while the actions and attitudes of characters will change in response to the changed Harry, their motivations will not change.

With that, I'd like to thank each and every one of you has taken the time to review this story, or to follow or favorite it. While I'm not looking for suggestions on how the story will progress, I do appreciate that you liked the story enough to follow it. Well, enough stalling. Harry is finally back where he was at the beginning of the story.