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Chapter 7

The Raven Haired Savior and Blondie

Alex Russo's eyes shot open, her breath sped up and her heart began to race. Her mind rattled as she took in her surroundings, remembering the last thing that went through her head, the chase through the subway, the FBI agent named Stark, the electro staffs. Was it all a dream? Or was it real? It had to be a dream, the person that saved her. Harry Potter, the savior of light, the Champion of the Muggleborns. Star seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She might've been American but, nearly every American witch or wizard knew Harry Potter, even though he wasn't as famous here as he is in England he was still known. And even though she'd adamantly denied her brother's teasing, she was quite taken with him. But then again who wouldn't be? Teen Witch Weekly labeled him as Number one of the most eligible bachelor since he turned fourteen. Star Seeker of his school and youngest one in a century, youngest tri-wizard tournament champion and winner. The Inherit to both the Potter and Black family fortune now, and a shoe in for the new generation of Aurors, and possible the most influential person in politics at such a young age, yeah it had to be a dream.

She sat up in her bed, feeling the cool air meeting her bare skin in greeting. It seemed odd seeing as when she usually went to bed she wore a long sleeve shirt, or a tank top, depending on the season. She ran her fingers blindly down the smooth skin of her arms, and then her stomach coming to the lacy material of her bra. Yes she was still refusing to admit this wasn't a dream, reveling in how real the 'dream' felt. She traced the side of her bra, running her hand up the strap, now stopping on feeling someone that was never part of her body before. It was rough but smooth, a scar. Right on her shoulder as if she had been stabbed with a circular instrument. Suddenly her heart began to race it didn't feel like a dream. Not when she was hit with metal spike that pinned her down, electrocuting her every few seconds.

Quickly getting out of the bed she laid in she searched for a light switch, quickly finding it and flicking it on, taking in her new surroundings. She wasn't in her room, not the room she grew up in, with the purple fur walls or her colorful bed with her dresser full of clothes. She was in someone else's room. She noticed that where ever she was whoever owned this apartment had expensive taste. The bed looked to be carved out of mahogany wood the bedspread was a nice comfortable scarlet silk with gold trim. Opposite of the bed was an elaborate carved dresser, with an ornate mirror sitting on top of it. She looked in the mirror seeing herself staring back.

She looked pale, which was saying something as she was very tan. Inheriting her skin tone from her Mexican-American mother, though no other blemishes shown on her skin other then the tattoo that sprawled up her side. She traced that as well before moving her hand back to the scar. The image flashed in her head, the loud shot cutting through the darkness, the excruciating pain as it struck her shoulder, the overwhelming fear as she saw Nita get struck as well.

"I see you're awake."

Alex jumped at the sound of the voice, quickly turning around, her hair flaring out as she turned her sight on her friend Nita who was standing in the now open doorway holding what looked like a tank top, " Draco said that the Kolto worked, but you'll have a scar seeing as it's a wound by an electric instrument."

"What? Oh!" Alex said now noticing her hand was on the new scar on her body, "Who is Draco? And where are we?"

Walking into the room and closing the door shut behind her, before tossing the shirt to Alex, she answered, "Draco is one of the people that rescued us, he's not the one that took off your shirt, and it's being washed that's why it was taken off, other than expecting your wound."

"Oh...then who took off my shirt then?" the image in her mind was a very real Harry Potter, stripping off her clothes. She noticed the rising heat that had appeared in her cheeks.

Nita laughed spotting the blush before answering, "This girl Sophia, I think she's the medic, she's downstairs tending to Harry right now."

"Harry? As in the Harry Potter?!?" Alex's mind went into overdrive but she tried to play it calmly, "Harry? Is he another one of them?"

Nita nodded, looking back at the door, "Yeah I didn't see him when he and Kale came in, Kale Richardson. You know him right? I mean he was Dean's boss, or is I don't know if he's doing this full time or not."

Now she could keep her calm, pulling on the shirt, noting it was a little bigger, probably one of the boys she marched straight at the door and down the stairs, Nita on her heels the entire way asking where she was going. Upon reaching the landing she noted no one was in the living room, in fact the only activity in the living room was the roaring fire in the fire place, but there was light coming from the closed doors that most likely lead to the dining room or kitchen. She walked over to them, hands on the handle, ready to burst through and announce she had been awake, but stopped upon hearing voices, resulting her just crouching and peering through the open crack of the doors.

Someone was blocking the view with his back, but it didn't stop her from hearing what everyone was saying.

"Bloody hell that hurts, Draco, make a mental note not to do something stupid like this," came Harry's voice. Alex winced, what could have possible hurt him? When she had seen him he looked alright, but what did she know? She was slipping into a near coma, he could've been hurt, but then it would be her fault, he was trying to save her. The thought still made her melt.

Draco had laughed, "I'll leave the stupid acts to you, now Kale have you ever seen this?"

Kale had moved, no longer blocking the girls' sight and giving Alex a full view of a shirtless Harry flexing his right hand. Draco sat to the left of him, holding one of the weapons that the fake FBI agents had, point one end at his face.

"Don't do that moron," Harry said, not bothering to look up from his hand.

Draco glared at Harry and then tossed the weapon at him, "Alright Phoenix, if you know how it works, then go on and show us."

Harry picked up the weapon and twirled it in his hands, before twisting it and aiming at the kitchen. With a crack like a pistol the staff fired off the projectile, a thud sounding off meaning it was now embedded into a cupboard. With a flourish Harry twisted the end of the weapon, taking it off and revealing another spike, stabbing it into the table.

"Shit…" Kale muttered.

"Yeah, terrible but ingenious though."

Draco scratched his head, "It's only one shot though, and why would you stab it into something?"

"Ultimately prevents apparition," Harry leaned back in his chair, "I don't think these are the average witch hunters, you know the muggles that escape memory modification, I think these guys are professionals. Not only do they know if they were to pump electric bolts into us, stunning us and our magic for a short while, but they know to restrain us from apparating."

"Shit, what are the chances they were hunting the same people we were looking for?"

Harry shook his head, "Slim, I think a wizard is the one controlling them."

Draco and Kale starred at him in disbelief, "A wizard? But I thought these people killed them right Kale?"

Kale nodded, "yeah sector 7 is kind of a myth in the auror division but what you said makes sense Harry."

"How does it bloody make fucking sense?!?" Draco shouted standing up from his chair.

"Draco," Harry gestured for him to sit down, "Think about it, what are the chances of this? Remember what Akamu said, there are no coincidences, so what's the chances of us, coming all the way here to America, looking for Alex and Nita, to find them being chased through the subway and central park by a bunch of witch hunters? A Wizard can control them, all needs is the resources, whenever someone pops up that threatens them, he just sends them out to kill them, effectively erasing the threat."

Draco seemed to be chewing on his tongue, "your right, this is to convenient to be a coincidence, but who?"

"That's what we have to find out."

Alex shifted on her knees. These two seemed to be fighting more then one war. And some how Alex and Nita were in it, but they poised no threat to anyone, they were just two teens still learning magic, so why would someone send Stark and the others after them?

So focused on the conversation the three were having about their attackers the two girls didn't hear the roar of the fire, or the sound of someone coughing or stepping out, brushing soot off his robes. He walked up behind them, placing a gentle hand on both of their shoulders, causing them to scream out in surprise, jumping and falling through the door, bringing the attention of Harry and the others.

If it wasn't bad enough being embarrassed in school, Alex and Nita were now embarrassed to be found, listening and falling in front of everyone. To further the embarrassment, Harry was already pulling up, a very red Alex.

"You know you were more then welcome to join us."

Alex could only sputter as she was helped into a chair, Draco helping Nita. Alex caught Kale's eye, who grinned and winked at her before heading into the kitchen. Harry was already sitting down, gesturing the newcomer to join them, who was a tall pale, bitter looking person who looked like he enjoyed black, his dark hair framing his face like a curtain, he looked down at them from over his hooked nose, before sitting down.

"Alex, Nita, I'm Harry Potter, I'm sure you already know Kale Richardson," Harry spoke, gesturing to Kale who returned with drinks for them, "Nita I'm sure you've already met Draco Malfoy, and this is a professor at the school Hogwarts, and one of our allies, Severus Snape."

Snape just waved his hand in a nonchalant manner, nodding at the two girls before speaking, "I have a report if you'd like to hear it."

Alex was surprised as this person was old enough to be her father and was giving reports to Harry as if he was the leader. She looked over to Harry who just nodded, in a gesture for Snape to continue.

"Well the wizarding world now knows of you disappearance," Snape tossed an issue of the Daily Prophet over to Harry, where a picture of him was visible to everyone the caption read 'Boy-Who-Lived Gone Missing!'

Draco picked up the newspaper and began to read aloud, "Earlier this morning, from an anonymous resource it has been found the Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, more commonly called the Chosen One these days has been found to be missing. The resource as noted that Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix has been searching for Harry Potter for the past three weeks. While the Hogwarts Headmaster couldn't be reached for questioning Minister Cornelius Fudge had assured everyone that if Harry Potter was captured by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named we would surely know about it, and we will continue searching for him and we will find him, blah blah blah."

Draco tossed the paper back down onto the table, "So I'm guess Voldemort knows now?"

Snape nodded stiffly looking back at Harry who sat up straighter in his chair, "what's he intending to do about it? Or is he more focused on whatever other project he's doing?"

"Well that and the task of finding Draco, he's pissed about Draco disappearing," Draco raised his eyebrows at Snape who continued to explain, "He wanted you to do a task, the task I'm not sure about but it was more of a punishment for your family, which by the way your mother and brother are completely alright, but I feel it might be best to get them out of there soon. Voldemort is giving it a couple weeks for you to reappear Harry, if not by then he'll formulate a plan to bring you out of hiding, how much longer are you two planning to stay here?"

Harry looked at the two girls before answered, running his hand through his messed up hair, "depends, but we'll contact you when we know, Kale and others will start arriving at the temple tomorrow, so be sure to be there for that."

Snape nodded standing up, "Well this will due will it? It was nice meeting you Ms. Callahan, Ms. Russo, Harry and Draco till next time."

Snape walked out of the room and shortly after they heard the roaring of the flames meaning he left, Kale stepped forward, "Well I should get going to, I'll see you guys tomorrow, keep in contact."

Harry and the others watched as Kale walked out, hearing the closing of the front door as he left. Now it was just the four of them. Draco continued to sip his drink, while flipping through the newspaper, as Harry had seemed to be finishing up writing something before looking up at them with a sigh, "as I'm sure both of you are curious as to why you're here."

"We know why we're here, but I'm kind of curious as to why you two were looking for us."

Alex stared at Nita, her eyes wide as if to ask her what she was thinking about being so blunt. She just shrugged back before looking sheepishly at Draco, who was covertly looking at her through the corner of his eyes, still pretending to read the paper.

Harry stayed silent for another moment before answering, "Well we've been looking for you, because we need you, to well put it bluntly."

"To help in the war against Voldemort, don't you mean you need Mr. Russo? Alex didn't he help in some sort of war effort last time Voldemort was in power?" Nita looked at Alex.

The truth was Alex didn't know much of her father's actions in the wizarding world, as he did so much to give her and her brothers a choice to between the two. She knew Justin was studying to be an Auror, even going as far to be in the Murtagh, the Elite Auror Corps as it was officially. She did know her father used to work a lot in the American Magical Government but he never spoke of it. But her father, doing some part in the war effort didn't seem likely, "I don't know but if Nita is right, why do you need us?"

"You both have tattoo's right? One of a leviathan the other Basilisk, correct?" Both girls looked at Draco in surprise. Without realizing it Alex was running her hand down her side, where the tattoo had ran down her body. Nita had nodded and slowly Alex nodded as well, her eyes back on Harry who spoke, "after the tattoo's appeared, or more when it did appear, you felt a surge flow through you, like a bunch of energy flew through your body at the same time, correct? After that your magic seemed off, more amplified and you were doing, or sensing things, you never sensed before correct?"

They nodded again, both rapt with attention now, hanging on their every word.

"What time did this happen? No exact time needed, but like was it morning, afternoon or night?"

"Morning," Alex whispered, as if speaking normally would be cause a disaster, "and when it happened, I heard a voice…It said something about my destiny."

Harry nodded, "About 2,000 years ago, there was a war, between purebloods, and the ever growing muggle borns, and it was about the same time Hogwarts was founded. During the first years of Hogwarts, and during the calm years of the war, before the real fighting broke out. Four students, each from the four houses converged together, finding that the all had something in common. The thing they had in common was they could perform magic unlike anyone else could. They could feel it, act through it and most of all control it, using it as a deadly weapon and a very valuable tool. They called it the Force, and after a couple years of training, and utilizing their ability they began to call themselves Jedi."

Harry looked at both of them, waiting for questions obviously but upon receiving none he continued, "when the war became more hostile, taking lives and creating chaos, the Jedi, with their vanguard rose, fighting down both sides and help to create new laws and a new system for all wizarding countries so they could live in peace. For years there was peace and prosperity between wizards and muggles thanks to the Jedi but eventually there was turmoil within the ranks of the Jedi, leading to the end of the Jedi Order. The four families that originally created the Order had foreseen a day where their descendants would recreate the Order, linking the worlds of wizards and muggles back, and banishing the great darkness that threatened it, and they created a way to show their descendants that they were the ones to do it."

"The tattoos, that's how we're selected, we're the descendants of the four families?" Alex stared at Harry as she asked the question, her eyes connecting with the emerald green eyes of his. He nodded, "The tattoos were the coat of arms of the four families."

He pointed to himself, "Prewett," then to Draco, "Archer," then to Nita, "Breedlove," then to Alex, "and Leone, the four families is right here in this room, their crest is upon our bodies and we have inherited the ability to use the force."

The room seemed eerie in the silence. Alex could hear the steady breathing of Draco from across from her she could hear Nita's brain going into overdrive as she seemed to be thinking of probably a million questions. She could feel Harry's eyes upon her as she looked down at the only spot of the table she deemed suitable enough for her attention.

"So…does this mean…" Alex looked up to see Nita's lips moving, she could see the gears working in her head as she was trying to ask the question, "Does this mean you want us to go to England with you? To attend Hogwarts with you guys?"

"We know it's a big question we're giving you, and we won't be surprised if you say no, but if we stay together we can be able to do anything, whether America see's it or not, Voldemort is a growing problem, and he's not the only one, someone else doesn't want us to be together to be able to stop it either, that's what those guys were after you two. Me and Harry?" Draco scoffed and leaned back, "We disappeared, but then again whoever sent those men after you, probably knows that without Harry, Voldemort cannot die."

"It's our choice? You're not going to force us?" Nita had asked, looking back between Harry and Draco. Harry had shaken his head, "No if you wish to come with us, we'd like that. It'd probably be safer knowing these people are out for you for you to come with us."

Nita had nodded, and the silence had surrounded them again. Alex was now thinking. She knew Nita always wanted to go to an actual school devoted to the practice of magic but in America there were to many witches and wizards that needed to be taught, and too little schools, it was hard to find a remote area to build one. Alex learned under her father along with her brothers, while occasionally attending Wiz Tech during the summer. Nita's family couldn't afford trips like that, and as proven previously they weren't all that excited about the fact that she was a witch either.

"I'm in."

Alex looked towards her best friend, her eyebrows raised. She knew Nita would probably say yes, but not this fast.

"I'd love to, but how are we going to tell my parents? I mean they have to sign the transfer papers don't they?" Alex asked looking to Harry for an answer.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I'll talk to your parents tomorrow Draco will take Nita to her parents as well so she could get her stuff, if this is what you two really want."

The two girls nodded eagerly the same phrase going through their head, "We're going to Hogwarts!" Harry smiled and clapped his hands, "Well glad that that's over, I say we all get some rest, agreed?"

Draco stood up, bidding the girls a good night before leaving the room they could hear his footsteps as he marched up the stairs. Alex and Nita just sat there as Harry collected the glasses placing them in the sink.

"Um…Harry?" Nita asked timidly, watching him place the dishes in a dishwasher, he looked up to show he was listening, "where are me and Alex supposed to sleep?"

"The room Alex was resting in, sorry for making you two share a room," he answered.

Nita nodded and murmured thanks before heading up stairs as well leaving just Alex in the room with Harry. She shifted uneasily in her share, her mind teeming with a million questions, waiting for his eyes to come upon her again so she could try to find a thing to say to him.

"Alex," she looked up upon hearing his voice, he was still setting up the dishwasher, "I understand that you have plenty of questions to ask me, and all of them will be answered tomorrow, well most of them, I deplore you to get some sleep though, you're going to need it."

She looked at him seeing his eyes were upon her now, slowly she nodded, "Alright Harry I'll see you tomorrow morning then."

With that she got up and headed upstairs, turning into her bed room to see her friend already curled up beneath the covers, she pulled over her jeans and crawled in beside her, before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep as well.


For what seemed to be the thousandth time Stark brought his fingers up to his face and gingerly felt his nose. It was stiff but didn't hurt meaning the medicine he was given had taken effect. It has been six hours since he and the others of his organization found and chased Alex Russo and Nita Callahan. It's been six hours since he had them cornered, in his sights and no chance of escape. Six hours since they were attacked by a group of people, two had to be at least wizards, the others could be normal like them. But he didn't know. He was currently sitting in the same blank room he had woke up in and hour ago. He knew where he was. He was in the building that stood as their headquarters for New York. The superiors were probably talking of what to do with him and the others that failed. Failure was never an option. It was putting it lightly that Stark would say he's pissed off. He was enraged. He had no clue as to what happened to the others he left on the subway to deal with the man that was following them. He scrunched up his eyes trying to remember what he looked like but couldn't. He didn't even bother looking up at the sound of the door opening to the room.

"So Stark what have you to say for this?"

Stark looked up to see Robert Green, one of the men that led them, told them where to go and who to get. Stark looked into his face, seeing the lines of age scrawl across it.

"I'm not sure sir, I knew he was following us, that he was attempting to get to Russo and Callahan, but I believed there to be only one," Stark answered, continuing to look down at the floor, "has Davies woke up yet? I think the blow to my head…"

"Can't remember what he looked like?" Stark looked up at Green seeing a grim smile upon his face, "no problem Davies said he can't remember anything either, other then he looked like a kid, no older then seventeen. Smith said the same thing, that and he was fast, and able to block the pulsar shot that he sent at him. What all three of them, the people you left on the subway, said was he was more apt at using hand to hand combat then magic, and when he did use magic, he didn't use a wand. Probably the worse bit they had on him was that he was shot with a restraint."

"How'd he get out then?"

Green stared out the window, seemingly chewing on his tongue thinking of the words to say, "they said he pulled it out himself right after he got shocked."

Stark stayed quiet mulling this over. Once in a blue moon they met a wizard who can fight with his hands as well as his wand. They proved problematic when they got caught in a restraint, though they could use their magic they still could fight them off as the electric shock was enough to stun them completely. They usually had to be held down with four restraints before they became unconscious.

"Has anyone notified the boss yet?" Stark asked looking back up at Green.

He shook his head, "No I figured you'd want to do it."

Stark nodded, "Yeah, yeah I'd love to, we need leads though before I can contact him."

"Well it's our lucky day then, there was an eye witness," Green walked back to the door, his hand resting on the door knob, "says he saw Kale Richardson, I've sent a couple people to go check him out."

With that he left leaving Stark alone to muster in his thoughts. This was turning into a different case then before. Mortals helping wizards was unheard of, especially in big groups like this. He vowed right then and the he would find and catch Russo and Callahan and be the one to kill their rescuer.


Dumbledore sat in his office once again early in the morning. He had just managed to find a replacement teacher. Giving him the potions class and giving Snape Defense against the Dark Arts. He was filing through his paper work, plans and such for the Order, for finding Harry and his personal plans to stave off anything that might disrupt his plans for keeping the ministry and the confederation in his grip. It wasn't look good upon him or Fudge when the disappearance was leaked to the papers. He's spent majority of his resources on finding the boy. He's even taken to the habit of going to the Burrow every day to see if Hermione Granger or Ron Weasley had heard from him at all.

The only thing he felt good about was Sector 7's capture and elimination of Alex Russo and Nita Callahan. He was a hundred percent certain those two would be the other Jedi. And Harry couldn't leave the country without his knowledge or the ministry's. He looked up hearing the faint ring of a muggle telephone.

Frowning upon hearing the sound he stood up and walked across the office, coming to one of his cabinets and opening it, revealing a red ordinary telephone, but it was ordinary Dumbledore knew that. He picked up the phone and answered briskly, "Hello?"

The voice on the other side of the phone wasn't welcoming, "Sir this is Stark call sign zero-one-one-eight-zero-six."

Dumbledore sighed. The only time someone called him on this phone was when bad news was reported, it was the only way he could be contacted without letting them know he was a wizard, "How did this happen Stark?"

"There was another sir."

"Another? You mean another wizard? And this stopped you? Stark I gave you this assignment because you've always produced quick and sure results," Dumbledore spoke calmly letting his anger seep slowly into his words. It was a parlor trick, as if talking to a small child, letting him aware that you're mad at them. He remember his father doing it to him when he as mad at him and his little brother. This tactic made him want to beg his father to beat him as he couldn't stand the calm voice but the evident anger in his words.

"He wasn't alone sir, and he was wandless, able to fight off the restraints and skilled with his hands in combat sir, we have a lead."

"A lead? Who is it?"

"Kale Richardson, a mechanic down midtown, possible connection to Russo, we've sent two people to question him."

Dumbledore looked around his office again, the portraits all watching and listening in on the conversation, "I want them caught by tonight, and find out who helped them understand? No more mistakes Stark."

With that he hung up the phone, slamming it down onto the receiver before walked back to his desk. This was unforeseen and he could only tell that it would get much worse.


Alex opened her eyes, hissing as they met the peering sun that peeked through the curtains. Blindly she groped the side of the bed that Nita owned, feeling nothing but pillows and sheets.

"Nita?"

No answer, Alex sat up and looked around the room seeing that it was empty except for a pile of folded clothes that sat upon the dresser. Getting up to her feet she walked over, seeing the note that sat on the pile and read it.

Alex,

Put these clothes on, Nita said it should be about your size, and meet me in the gym, the black door off the living room so we can begin your training.

Harry.

Alex looked at the clothes seeing it was a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top, sighing she put them on before heading down to the gym like Harry requested.

She stopped when she entered the sight that she saw she wasn't expecting. Harry stood in the middle of the gym, his saber out and activated, holding the hilt backhanded so the blade ran along his arm. Floating around him was an orb, moving around him in an irregular pattern. She watched as harry held his saber at the ready, his eyes never leaving the orb.

She watched as the orb shot a small beam which she recognized as a stinging hex at him and he blocked it with the glowing blade, emitting a sound of an electrical discharge. He blocked the other two shots from the orb as quickly has he had done with the first shot before the orb began to move around him again. He smiled as he saw her standing there watching him and deactivated his weapon, the orb floating into his palm.

"Glad to see you're awake."

She smiled, "so you're going to be teaching me that?"

"Nope not today, today I'll be teaching you how to focus your mind and to feel the force," Harry sat down on the floor, folding his legs and patted the spot in front of him gesturing for her to sit down, "meditation is something all Jedi do, it calms you, clears your mind, and sometimes allows you to have glimpses of the future. It also teaches earlier Jedi, how to feel and hear everything that goes on around them."

Alex sat down in front him resting her hands on her knees and listening to every word he said.

"Close your eyes and listen to my voice, now I want you to take three controlling breaths, in through your mouth out through your nose. Open your mind, listen to the sounds around you, my voice, your heart beat, and mine, extend it, expand it, feel the vibrations of the building."

Alex did just that, she felt the vibrations of the room, the energy that surrounded Harry, passing through him, the gentle hum of the electricity as it power the light bulb above them. She could feel the small tremors of the building as the residents of other apartments moved about.

"I feel people moving around, in the other apartments," she whispered.

"What are they doing?"

She paused, before pushing out her mind out more, feeling the energy of the others surrounding them. The person above them was busy playing a video game. She scrunched her face up feeling his emotions as he played, anger, excitement were the more dominate ones. The people below them she tried not to laugh or feel embarrassed about as it was a couple engaged in the middle of very rough sex. It didn't stop there, she felt her mind brush against theirs, feeling stray tendrils of thoughts leaving their minds. The man was thinking about how much better his wife's sister was at this, while the woman was thinking about how much she loved him. The felt a pang of remorse for finding out that her husband was cheating on her.

"The couple below us…I can hear their thoughts," Alex spoke opening her eyes, to see Harry staring back at her, "The husband…he's--."

"Cheating on her I know," Harry stood up as he said this, "you did better then I did the first time doing this, from now on every morning when you wake up, I want you to do this, to spread your mind out as far as you can."

Alex gapped at him, "you want me to read people's minds?"

"No, I want you to never do that unless the circumstances leave you no other option, be wary of your actions for they have consequences. I want you to practice this, while keeping your mind shielded as well, you do know how to do that right?" she nodded so he continued, "continue to try, so you can get in the habit of doing this even when you're moving around. Thing you always want is to be aware of everything that goes on around you, you can feel their intentions, who they are, whether they know you or even if they just happen to notice you. Remember the Force is an extension of you let it guide you, but not control you. Without it we're just nothing but a witch and a wizard."

Alex nodded, smiling, "Shall I continue?"

"No stand up, gather your thoughts and allow the force to flow through you, I'm going to be teaching you some hand-to-hand combat."

Alex swallowed rather hard before standing up, praying that Harry would be easy upon him.


"So I'm confused."

Draco sighed, rubbing his eyes before looking up at the face of Mrs. Callahan, Nita's mother. Mr. Callahan just sat in his arm chair looking up at the ceiling as if he was asleep. Draco's been at this for an hour at least now. Trying to explain the tattoo that appeared on Nita, why she should go to Hogwarts, and why she's endanger here in America. What was confusing was trying to explain the tattoo.

"Like I said before, your family line was previously magical but went squib, that means a witch or wizard who cannot perform magic," Draco looked at Nita for a moment before continuing, "Nita is the first of generations of your family that has magic, so the tattoo is part of a ritual, that appears on the persons body when magic is revived."

"Okay, so why didn't it appear when she was eleven?"

"Between the ages of fifteen and sixteen is when a witch or wizard usually hit their peak of their magical core, so the ritual could've been set to act on her age."

Mrs. Callahan nodded seeming to understand now, "so she has to go to England because of this? And learn at a proper academy?"

Draco cocked an eyebrow as he heard Nita sigh exasperatedly placing her hands in her face, "No the reason I think it be best for her to attend a school overseas, is because you daughter as been tagged by some people, that believe it's their place to kill wizards and witches. It'll be harder for them to find her, as unlike here in the States, where most children are taught by advisers in close proximity to them, all children in Europe have a school to go to, and plenty spots lined up for more. All that is required is a legal emancipation, so that the group of people poses no threat to you, that'll be it."

Mrs. Callahan stared at her daughter, tears forming in her eyes, "are you sure this is what you want?"

Nita nodded eagerly, "yes, it'll give me a chance to get a proper education, and keep you guys safe."

She nodded, now seeming to be chewing on her tongue, trying to think of a comeback, "Do you have the papers?"

Draco nodded, pulling them out and handing them to her, Nita rushing to her room to pack her things, her father now looking up at Draco with a peculiar look upon his face.

"I have your word?"

Draco blinked now meeting the man's eyes, "Sir?"

"I have your word that she'll be taken care of, that you'll let nothing happen to her, correct?"

Draco nodded, "You have my word sir."

He nodded, standing up as Nita came barreling down the hall way again, suitcase in hand, "Well take care."

Nita's eyes widen in surprise as her father pulled her into a hug. Draco watch with unease, clearing his throat expectantly, trying not to be so callous to interrupt the moment. The mother and father gave their daughter loving words before the pair left the house, walking out to the street before turning to one another.

With one last fleeting look at the house in which she grew up in, she grabbed Draco's right forearm and with a crack like a whip the two vanished from the spot.


Alex looked around with surprise at the activity that seemed to engulf Richardson's Repair and Detail Shop. A collection of the very young to the middle age, all in fit condition and working together, lifting metal packing crates, vanishing or shrinking them with wands, and then placing them in their pockets before pulling out a medallion from their pockets, in which it'd flash blue before the carrier would vanish. Living in New York, and learning magic from under her father, Alex never had the chance to meet many wizards, apart from her father's family, that and her adventures at Wiz-Tech, but even then those were underage wizards and witches, so it was awe-inspiring to see so many overage wizards and witches, with what she knew, united with one purpose. To fight on the behalf of the Jedi Order, she was at first skeptical, when Harry told her, that they'd be meeting a few of them. As she was unsure of what kind of fighting force Kale would be able to bring up on will. But now as she watched the many men and women bustle around, many where sporting military jackets, with the insignia's of their battalions and ranks sewn into them. The symbols of their branches, the Eagle, Globe and Anchor of the US Marine Corps, the HCC of the US Army, stamped on some shoulders, she even recognized the 'Screaming Eagle' patch of the 101st Airborne Division.

Stepped off to the side as one of the men brushed past her, holding a compact assault rifle, placing it in a open case with many more rifles.

Her eyes finally fell upon Harry, who was busy speaking to two of the men. The two were heading to her parents restraint to speak with them about her transferring to Hogwarts before Harry received a call from one of the men here, for what she didn't know. Walking casually up to Harry, as she wasn't sure if Harry wanted her involved in this she caught part of the conversation.

"So they were stupid enough to just walk up to you guys and ask for him? That's pretty thick."

The two chuckled and one of them answered, "Yeah well their tied up in Richardson's office, the guard has their badges."

Harry nodded, turning to Alex and gesturing her to follow, to where she rushed up to his side as he began to make his way to Kale's office in the back.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Two men, from the same organization that attacked you and Nita last night, came here looking for Kale, not realize these people were not exactly employees of his."

Alex nodded, "So what are we going to do?"

"Question them I want to know how extensive this organization runs. And if I can find out who is running it," Harry stopped and picked up and abandoned tool box before continuing to the office nodding at the person that stood guard next to the door.

Alex followed him setting sight on the two men who were tired down, with what she was sure was enchanted rope. She was surprised at Harry who was acting casual as he set the tool box down. Harry turned to the two, pulling on a pair of leather gloves he conjured out of thin air.

"So I understand your looking for a friend of mine," He said calmly beginning to fish in the tool box pooling out some a hammer and vice grips. Alex looked at the two agents, seeing them give Harry a scrutinizing look.

"Don't bother trying to remember my face, by the end of this you'll forget everything but my name," he looked at Alex, "Leviathan hand me the badges please?"

Alex just stared at him, wondering why he called her Leviathan. Then it occurred to her, he was calling her by what her tattoo was so the agents didn't know her name. Nodding silently she handed him the Ids in which he looked at them reading the names.

"So which one of you is Harrison?" Harry looked up at the two.

The elder of the two, who had a fierce look upon his face in snarled at Harry, "Torture us as you will but we will not give away out brothers!"

The room seemed to be blanketed in silence, Alex looked back between the two captives and Harry, only to see a small smile upon his face, "who said anything about torturing you? I can read your minds no problem, but I felt like giving you the chance to answer willing but if that's the case."

With that he walked up to the man placing his hand upon his temple, his brow furrowed in concentration. The man looked confused but then he looked pained, beginning to fight against the bonds that held him. Alex didn't know what was happening, but she could sense the force flowing through him acting through him.

Moments seemed to drag by before Harry let go of him, the man sagging his head down, apparently unconscious now.

"What'd you do to him?!" his partner shouted now fighting against his restraints as well.

Harry sighed, before quickly jabbing him in the face, knocking him out as well.

"What'd you find out?"

"Sector seven is stretched across the globe mostly, but when they get orders, it's mainly people here or in South America, so I can assume who ever it is sending orders has to be in Europe or Asia. They're trained to sense and spot wizards and witches and any sign of magic. There is also a missile base somewhere in Europe we'll have to look for it."

"But you don't know who is commanding them?"

"No they don't even know, they just receive cloak and dagger messages of who to kill."

Alex nodded contemplating this, "So what do we do?"

"Look for the missile base, it's the only base HQ they knew of, maybe we'll find answers there, but we should be going, if they knew where Kale was, there is a chance they can just go to kidnapping your parents so we must go."

Alex nodded and followed him swiftly out the office, seeing now that the numbers of Soldiers were dwindling as more had left.


Hermione Granger smiled upon seeing the inviting look of the Burrow before walking up in the dirt path and knocking up the door. The round cheerful Weasley matriarch answered the door greeting her with a hug and ushering her in.

"Hermione how excellent to see you we weren't expecting to see you till tomorrow!" Mrs. Weasley greeted.

"My parents decided to let me come earlier," Hermione grinned, "how are things?"

"Things have been good, come sit down I'm sure your hungry," she steered Hermione into the kitchen, sitting her down at the table before beginning to make her lunch, but not being able to cover the strained look upon her face.

"You're sure? Cause it looks like something's wrong," Hermione noted on her observation.

Mrs. Weasley smiled sadly, "no it's nothing dear."

"Harry's run away, and the order can't find him."

She turned around to see Ron standing on the landing to the stairs leading to his room, "that and Draco Malfoy, good riddance."

"Ron!" Hermione snapped reproachfully, but before she could continue with her lecture towards him he already headed up the stairs. She looked over at Mrs. Weasley apologetically before following him, finding him in his room.

"What is your problem? Aren't you worried about him?!"

Ron stared at her before answering, "Harry, first gets us nearly killed by that stupid stunt in the Department of Mysteries and then he does this making everyone worry about him, and ignoring the Headmaster's orders! He doesn't care about how we feel, he just almost killed us Hermione!"

"We promised to stand by him! We elected to go with him! He gave us a choice! He made a mistake Ron! We all do!"

"Well then why hasn't he written to us to tell us he's fine?! He doesn't care about us Hermione! Only himself, stupid fucking damn famous Harry Potter!"

Hermione just stared at him, not believing what she heard, before coldly turning around and heading to Fred and George's old room, the room she'd be sleeping in during her visit, thinking back on what her friend just told her. Thinking what if he was right? What if Harry no longer cared? What if he abandoned everyone?

She laid her head down, fighting the tears she as she thought of betrayal. Oblivious that miles away, in the light of the dusk, the sound of marching feet in formation echoed across an unplottable island, the sounds of rifles from another world firing off. Off in the imposing stronghold stood her friend, Harry Potter, surrounded by what she still believed to be his arch enemy Draco Malfoy and others she wasn't even away of yet. Before them was a map marked with plans for explosives and entry points.

Unknown to Hermione, but Harry would reenter the world, striking at Voldemort, and making the Order known, Unknown to Hermione that the Jedi have returned.


A/N Well Apologies for the long delay in updates, but I will give advice, for those that jog on trails and such and are clumsy as I am, careful for where you fall and be sure that you didn't fall on anything dangerous, and if you did do something about it! Cause infections suck ass, especially if you let it go as far as I did.

Now to answer some reviews-

I haven't decided of which generation I'm going to be devoting my knowledge of Jedi Powers, seeing as I've avidly followed all generations, so I may as well be mixing them up, stuff from KOTR and the trilogies, even some stuff from the New Jedi Order series. Though I haven't really shown it yet, you'll eventually see Harry and the others using their powers, like Galen Marek aka 'Starkiller' from The Force Unleashed, (Harry even wields his saber in the same fashion). To end this note, there will be more then four Jedi, while the story will focus on the four mainly, others will come into play, some will be from Hogwarts ( any guesses to who?)

And Stark isn't Iron Man, should've been obvious as Iron Man is Anthony Stark, not Joseph Stark. Well till next time, as always read and review, I love to hear your take on this