A/N1: Alright so here is another chapter; I've been working on this one for a few days. Many of you seem to want to have it as a Harem; but I really haven't decided, I've never done a Harem before. Also, some have asked me who will be stronger, the Revan's clones, or the Republic clones; and its not so much whose stronger, but more about the fact that Revan's clones have been around longer, they have more experience than the Republic clones.

Also, due to the time difference, Lord Revan II (Harrison) is between the ages of 18 – 21. Now for those of you who will crucify me for having him flirt with Padme, who was 13/14 at the time, don't. They're both royal, which means their used to those things already; she is technically an adult (since she is Queen); besides nothing happened; it was just to show a possibility of a relationship. And the fact that she was attracted to him, for the reason that he saved her planet and is mysterious. Also, add into the fact that what 13/14 year old girl doesn't want they're own knight in shinning armour? (See how that works? :P)

In other news, who has heard the new My Chemical Romance album? It's pretty sick! Loved it! Also, I just bought a new recording program called Mixcraft; anyone heard of it? I'm hoping to finish recording my concept album with it.

Revan

Chapter Seven

Severus Snape sat beside the hospital bed of his dearest friend; Lily Evans. A few hours ago, he had been floo'd from some magical hospital in France, where he was only told that he had to be there immediately. When he got there, he had never expected to see this; Lily was lying in a bed, looking deathly ill, while also being extremely under weight. But none of that compared to what the healers had told him: she was dying; dying from some form of mental trauma that came from experiencing a mind altering spell.

He knew immediately what that meant, James Potter had done something to her, and he only wished he knew what. It did him no good too just sit here beside her bed, but if he wanted to know what happened, then here would be where he got his information.

He felt truly helpless, something that did not sit right with him, not at all. He was the one who always led by example, he ruled his life by ruling his emotions; but how was he supposed to do that when his emotions where threatening to overwhelm him?


Obi Wan glared at the Council members before him, he had been mulling this over in his head for well over three days, since he had returned from Naboo; they wished for him to take on the training of Anakin, a mere child, while he himself was just a child. They didn't understand he wanted to grieve; he wanted time to get over losing someone who was like a father to him.

They just wanted him to accept it and move on; but Obi Wan could not do that; it just wasn't in his character. Mace Windu was the harshest, he refused to believe that Obi Wan needed any time at all, and that the best way to do it, would be to start training Anakin immediately.

When Obi Wan asked for a few months to collect his thoughts and feelings after Qui Gon's death, they refused him. That infuriated Obi Wan more than anything; that was also what brought Obi Wan before the Jedi Council today.

"Are you sure that this is what you want?" Mace Windu had an odd look in his eyes as he spoke, as if he had been defeated in some great battle.

"Yes Master; it is." Obi Wan didn't speak loud, but all twelve members of the council heard him.

"You do know that this will be permanent, there will be no coming back to the Order once you leave; your name will be stricken from our records, and you will forever be called Exile by any Jedi that you meet. Do you agree to this?" The more that Mace talked, the angrier you could see him get, Obi Wan hated that it came to this, but if training a child was more important than letting him grieve properly, then so be it.

"I Agree." It was that statement that finally closed the doors on the matters; the Council members looked back and fourth from each other before Mace stood up and walked towards Obi Wan.

"Hand over your Lightsaber;" Obi Wan did so, "From this day forward, Obi Wan Kenobi shall be forever exiled from the Jedi Order; all records shall be changed to reflect this, as will any future mention of him. He shall be forever known as Exile, to the Jedi Order. Begone." Obi Wan looked around at the council members; he knew that they were saddened, but only because they lost a member of their illustrious Order; Obi Wan turned from the Council and left the room, vowing that he would never return.


Lord Revan II watched from the metallic table as the medical experts hurried about the room; his face was bare for the world to see, something that had not happened in a long while; he trusted these people though, knowing full well that they'd never reveal what he actually looked like, no matter what the cost. They were only loyal to him.

One of them came towards him, "My Lord, we will be placing it in the center of your chest, right next to your heart. From the tests we did on the stone, it should stop the virus from spreading any more."

Revan looked up into the mans blue eyes, "Good, any side effects that I should know about?" the man, seemed to get nervous as this was said.

"We believe that the effects of the stone will make it so you cease aging completely. We are not completely certain; but it may also be possible that you could regain lost limbs as well."

Revan nodded, "That's fine. We will proceed with the procedure at your mark, doctor."

The doctor nodded as he turned to the team behind him. Revan smiled, he had finally figured out a way to stop the virus, hopefully it would be a permanent fix.


Sometimes being a Senator was not at all what it was cracked up to be; you had to constantly be ready to play mind games and word games with other senators; while being prepared for the verbal sparring that was sure to happen. You couldn't have friends, at least not publicly; Dustin knew though, that his performance over the last 10 years had made him very popular, if the number of death threats were anything to go by.

That of course did not change the fact that Lord Revan was his best friend; the one who he confided in; of course that could also be due to the fact that they spend most, if not all of their time together plotting and planning the future of Taris.

Dustin could tell that Lord Revan II felt a connection to the young Queen; and that frankly worried him, she would be in the limelight, and if Revan spent much time around her, then so would he. It was a dangerous game he was playing, and hopefully it didn't blow up in their faces.

Especially with all the enemies they seemed to already have.


Obi Wan Kenobi stood on one of the many landing pads throughout Coruscant waiting for a ship that would take him to Manaan; where from there he would take another to the Planet Onderon; he had heard that he had an Uncle there; hopefully he would be able to lead him to his homeworld, and back to his family.

There truly was nothing left for him on this planet, or this part of the Galaxy; the Jedi council was falling, and Obi Wan did not want to be here to experience the backlash that was surely going to happen, Obi Wan could feel the darkness growing in the galaxy, something dark was coming, Obi Wan just hoped that he would be able to get out alive.

"Stewjon" a voice said from behind; Obi Wan turned around and came face to mask with Captain First of the Tarisian Army.

"I'm sorry?" Obi Wan asked as his face showed the confusion that he felt.

"You're family; they hail from Stewjon," Obi Wan's face showed the shock that he felt, never before had anyone told him where they lived, nor had he ever known where they lived; suddenly the galaxy didn't seem so big anymore, "I can take you there, you know. It's on the way to Taris; besides it will give us time to talk."

Obi Wan could feel his happiness building inside of him; he may not have any friends left, but he knew that this soldier meant him no harm; he smiled at Captain First, "Thank you that would be greatly appreciated."

Captain First nodded his head as he reached his hand to his belt; "You'll be needing this." He pulled a cylinder object from his belt and passed it to Obi Wan; Obi Wan knew what it was as he pressed a 'on' switch and watched as a yellow blade came out of the hilt.

"How? Where did you get this?"

First laughed as he put his hand onto the soldier of Obi Wan; "Lord Revan II told me that your lightsaber would be taken away; it seemed he knew that this would be your choice, and thus he built this for you him self."

Obi Wan looked shocked that the mysterious man would do something for him like that, "I'll have to thank him at some point." He clipped the Lightsaber onto his belt as they started to walk towards the landing pad where the captain's ship was docked.


You could not be born a Dark Lord; no that was not possible; you had to become one, you had to have enough strive to change what was around you, to convince people that you knew what was best, and gain more followers as you carried out your plans to create change, like all Dark Lords, Tom had originally wanted to create a separate world for all those who had magic to live in peace.

A world where the Muggleborns would be taken at birth from their parents and raised around magic; unfortunately so few saw the need for this world, and even fewer were willing to fight for it, especially after the war with Grindelwald.

So Tom waited. He knew that eventually the younger generations would become larger (so that he could have a larger following), and that they would see the truth to what he was saying; incorporating Muggles into the Wizarding world, would only destroy it.

Unfortunately it had been too late; so many people had become afraid to use the arcane magic that Tom knew, and even more were afraid of him for his use of it. They believed him to be a sociopath that killed for fun, never realizing that he only killed out of need to remove obstacles from his path.

If he was in the midst of a battle; death was necessary. If a political leader was proving to be troublesome; death was necessary. His followers had to be willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. There could be no room for failure; although Tom had trained most of his inner circle himself, so that they knew how to turn a failure into a success.

He had only ever really made one mistake; and that mistake cost him ten years stuck as nothing more than a wandering ghost, unable to do anything to help forward his goal, and in his weakened state, most of his loyal followers were caught, and sentenced to life in Azkaban, while others claimed that they were put under the Imperious curse, forsaking his name to save their public reputations.

The Potter children would pay, even if he only knew where one was. The other was just as much at fault, and eventually they both would die for putting a hamper on his plans; for he knew that they would both grow up to be his enemies.

Tom Riddle sat in his desk at his mansion as he smiled, Lord Voldemort would rise again, but it would be many years before he took an active role in attempting to regain his followers and his goal.


Daniel Potter was for once, actually scared for his life. The Chamber of Secrets had been opened, and Slytherin's beast has been unleashed into the school. If that hadn't been enough, his best friend Ron Weasley had been petrified.

It was when Ron was petrified that the rest of the Purebloods started to get a little worried about what was going on in the school, because at first, only Muggleborns had been affected, but now that a pureblood had been, it was a whole different ball game (so to speak).

Currently Daniel was sitting in Charms next to Draco Malfoy, they were partners in this class, and had been since first year, it was also this class that started them on a tentative friendship. James Potter agreed that this friendship would bring more success to the Potter Family, because it would be seen as an alliance between House's Potter and Malfoy.

Daniel turned to look at Draco, studying his facial features as he tried to master the current spell that they were being taught. "Do you know who it is?" he asked Draco.

"What was is?" He asked back, still concentrating on the spell, not at all really paying attention to the boy sitting next to him.

"Who the heir of Slytherin is." Draco put his wand down and turned to face Daniel, all the while looking around to make sure no one was listening in.

"My Father says that there isn't an heir, and that someone is just pretending to be the heir."

Daniel was shocked, how could Lucius Malfoy believe that there was no heir, there had to be an heir, how else would the chamber be opened? He asked Draco as much.

Draco looked grim, "Daniel, there are no heirs of Slytherin left; the Dark Lord was the last one, and he had no children. No living relatives. There is no heir of Slytherin left."

Daniel nodded his head, he of course never mentioned the fact that he could speak to snakes, and he knew that most people feared that ability, especially his father. He turned back to face the front, and started back on the days lesson, forgetting about the heirs, and chambers for the time being.


Harrison awoke in a blinding white light, the first thing he noticed was that he was in his old emerald green apprentice robes, and his face was unmasked. He couldn't see anything for miles except for the blinding white light; a voice was spoken softly, but loud enough for him to hear it.

"Hello my apprentice." That voice; he hadn't heard it in over twenty years, but he still knew that voice. The voice that had trained him, the voice that had saved him, the voice that had raised him. It was there, behind him. Harrison spun around to face Lord Revan.

"Am I dead?" He glared at his old master, "Did I die? Why am I here? And what are you doing here?" he asked each question in rapid transition, Lord Revan laughed as he watched his old apprentice wonder out loud of where this was.

"You are not dead; that much is for sure." Harrison stopped talking as he looked at Revan, "The Procedure that you were going through was a near complete success, the stone is currently countering the virus that was coursing through your veins; unfortunately the virus will always reside inside of you."

That meant that the Stone was not an absolute cure like he thought it was; "What does this mean for me Master? He was frustrated, his master knew something that he didn't; and he absolutely did not anticipate this to happen, to be here; wherever here was.

"Due to the stone being inside of you now, you can most assuredly live forever; unfortunately, the virus will always be there, and if you do not get that fixed, then you will find yourself becoming very sick if you over exert yourself, which could result in your death." Revan started to pace back and fourth, "You will have to return to your planet of origin, that primitive planet, from what I've seen, has some sort of cure for this virus, although I still do not know why they had never caught it while you were there. Then again, they are primitive; it must be because of the time warp around their solar system that they are so primitive."

Harrison couldn't believe it, he would have to return? He swore that he would never return to that desolate place; he would rather die then go back. "I wont return there master, I swore it." Immediately after speaking, he could feel the anger through the force; his master was greatly displeased.

"You will return; or you will die. You have no choice, especially if you wish to complete your goals." There was a finality in Revan's voice, Harrison knew down in his heart, that Lord Revan was right, he would eventually have to go back, to finish what was started all those years ago.

Harrison nodded his head; "I promise that I will return once again in the future," Harrison knew that he was making a steep promise, especially since he hated that he had to go back, but a promise was a promise, and he'd go through with it. "Can you tell me more about where we are? And how you're here, you're supposed to be one with the force, I saw you go."

Revan turned to look at Harrison, "Good, that's all I can ask of you," before he took a deep breath and continued, "We are in your mindscape, this is where your thoughts come from, where your feelings are hidden, and where your plans are started."

Harrison was astounded that this place, actually was so intimate with him, no wonder why he felt oddly calm here, it was apart of him. "So are you some physical manifestation of myself then?"

Lord Revan chuckled, "No, I am not. When you absorbed my life-force and memories, you're brought me with it; I have always been here, except until now, I was unable to show myself to you. Until now that is; now that is. With the combination of the sorcerer's stone and your body, I was able to use energy to show myself again to you, and have this conversation right now."

Harrison nodded, "So will you always be able to talk to me then? Will this be a permanent thing?"

Revan shook his head, "No it will not; after this meeting we will not be able to do this again, at least not for a long while. Just don't forget to do what I asked of you; this Galaxy needs you."


Padme smiled sadly to herself, six months had passed and she had sent invitation after invitation to Lord Revan II to join her, at the Palace of Theed for gala's and ball's and yet, he never responded to anything that she sent; it was as if he dropped off the face of the galaxy; something that upset her greatly, she wished she knew what he was up too.

She truly never felt this way before about anyone; she never had the need to know what they were doing at every part of the day, because no one had ever intrigued her this much before.

She just hoped that nothing bad had happened to him.


Mace Windu walked through the halls of the Jedi Temple alone; the council had allowed Obi Wan Kenobi to leave six months ago, and now they had to find a suitable master for Anakin Skywalker; that was until Mace Windu decided that he would teach the boy.

He never truly believed in the prophecy, and still didn't; the boy could just be an anomaly, but whatever he was, Mace would train him to be the best that he could be. That was a promise that Mace had made to himself.


Lord Revan II stood in front of his throne room, looking out to the millions of people that had come to see him on this day; it was the first time in over six months that he had been seen in public; they all knew he had been busy with something, but no one dared to ask what.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward to address his people; "Many of you have been wondering what I've been up too these past months, and while I cannot tell you everything, I can tell you this: I have been searching for more ways to Defend our Great and Powerful Tarisian Empire from those who wish to destroy us." The murmuring in the crowd was a low rumble, "And now, I want you all to meet Obi Wan Kenobi; first of the Knights of Revan." He pointed to Obi Wan Kenobi, and watched as he stepped forward for the entire crowd to see. "The Knights of Revan, are going to be a group of highly trained force users, who are loyal only to the Tarisian Empire; which in the upcoming months will be expanding to cover our moons as well as neighbouring planets; their headquarters and Academy will be located here, on Taris."

The crowd cheered; they knew that the Knights of Revan would be their version of the Jedi Knights, but not so restricted. They also knew that they had a slightly higher than average level of Force Sensitive People due to the fact that they were all mostly descended from Clones of Revan I and Revan II.

Lord Revan smiled; the Grand Army would have a sizeable increase with the addition of there own faction of Force users, he knew that the darkness was getting stronger over the light, and something had to be done, hopefully Obi Wan would be willing to lead this faction, once he completed his training that was.


A/N2: The next chapter should bring us back to earth, for a little while at least. I hope you will enjoy it!

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