Eye Of The Storm: A HP/KOTOR XOver
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars KOTOR; all copyright goes to JK Rowling (14 years on and its still BRILLIANT) and LucasArts (Who knows how many years) I do own any OC Spells or powers described;
Normal Speech
'Thought'
{Mind Link}
"Force Manipulation"
"Statement: HK-47 Speaking"
/Parseltongue/
Harry/Hermione;
Draco/Ginny;
Neville/Daphne
Revan/Bastila;
Voldemort/Bellatrix
Review Answers for Episode 9:
DestroyerDRT: Well, if you find one, let me know; but remember that Harry is Tom's son because of the challenge;
Zamia: Well, he IS LORD Slytherin, so it makes sense that he uses his brains rather than his recklessness;
DalekDavros: Sounds like the kind of remark that Harry's newest allies would make; may or may not do that later; also, I know that's not a good reason, but, well, that's why the story is written by yours truly: besides, I don't see anyone NOT killing Snape – alias Alan Rickman – and he's a FANTASTIC actor!
YugiohFreak54: I may have a Harry Vs Viktor confrontation – not that it will last very long: also, hope you don't mind, but I borrowed an idea from ROTS about the armour;
Statement: Last Time…
'That smell,' he thought, 'Now I remember: Polyjuice Potion! There's no doubt about it,' he looked to Hermione, before a cold smile crossed his face as he added, 'Clever plan Father: use the Tournament to get us to meet and get my blood to bring you back, which makes Moody none other than Barty Crouch Junior.'
With a sly chuckle, Harry lay back on his bed, Hermione sleepily repositioning herself on his chest as the Dark Prince allowed sleep to claim him, his last thought deciding his destiny for the year…and it was only the first day;
'Very well Father; let the games begin!'
Episode 10: The Dark Knights
The next morning, Hermione was surprised when she found herself awakening, for the second time in two months, all on her own, the presence of her dark lover filling their chambers as she looked around; it was the first official day of their fourth year and Harry was nowhere to be found. Dressing in her Hogwarts robes, Hermione left the bedroom and followed the Force Trace from her boyfriend down towards – much to her surprise – the multi-purpose training room.
Opening the door, Hermione poked her head in and was surprised to find Harry set himself up on one of the push-up stations, his upper body exposed to the elements save for a sleeve-less top that was now caked with sweat around the neckline and down the sides of his body, the muscles in his arms straining with the effort. As she watched him, Hermione smiled to herself as she thought about how much the two of them had changed…and it was all thanks to this transformation of theirs: she knew that, in another time, Harry would never willingly touch the darker side of his nature, not even with a good reason such as the fact that Voldemort was his Father.
'No,' she thought, watching as Harry sagged down onto the bench beneath him, puffing and panting heavily with what clearly had been a thorough morning exercise, 'My Harry would have fought against this destiny and allowed himself to be corrupted by the manipulations of our so-called caring friends and headmaster.'
"How long have you been in here?" she then asked, making Harry look up wearily as he smiled at her.
"About an hour," he replied, gasping with relieved exhaustion as he fetched a towel from the side of the room, using it to wipe the sweat from his brow and neck, before he asked, "How long have you been up?"
"Just now," Hermione answered, "What are you doing love?"
"I…I needed some time alone," Harry admitted, stepping over to a changing screen that Hermione hadn't noticed the day before, his voice carrying over the screen as he got dressed, "I still find it hard to believe that Father's plans need me to be under the surveillance of his followers when he now knows I'll accept my destiny."
"But he didn't know that until a few days ago," Hermione pointed out, watching as a familiar metallic hiss filled the room, before Harry emerged from behind the screen, dressed in Revan's Armour, his helmet tucked under his arm and his main bodily armour covered by a long flowing black cloak bearing the Slytherin Crest. "Very intimidating," she added, watching as Harry opened his other arm to her, the Sith princess accepting the invitation as she snuggled against his chest, "I highly doubt this will favour well with our teachers or the other Gryffindors."
"Hermione," Harry replied, the Sith Princess gasping as she felt his power rushing through their newly-forged bond, "Do I look like I care what a bunch of Light-worshipping traitors think about me? I stopped caring the day I discovered that those particular traitors dared to do what no-one outside Gryffindor has done: harm my beloved."
"I suppose," Hermione agreed, lifting her head from Harry's armour as she asked, "But what about Dumbledore? If he gets into your head, I highly doubt he'll be as much fun as I am."
"Which is why I perform these exercises," Harry explained, gesturing to the exercise chamber, Hermione then noticing a set of 60kg weights laid aside as Harry continued, "If I'm physically primed, then I can use that energy to shield my mind: all I need to do is create the ideal mindscape and, other than giving me a reason to burn off any excess baggage better known as rage and anger, this room also helps focus my thoughts. There's a whole bunch of treadmills and step machines through there," he gestured to the side of the room, near the large pool that ended the high-ropes course, "If you'd like to do the same love."
"I think I'd like that," Hermione replied, before she gave him a serious glare as she added, "If you, Lord Potter, do me one little thing."
"I am here to obey your every command, my Queen," Harry replied, giving Hermione a mock bow of respect as he asked, "Seriously, what is it Mione?"
"I'd like my own armour," Hermione explained, surprising Harry with the request as she continued, "Well, if Revan had armour, then surely he would have crafted some armour for Bastila, wouldn't he?"
"I see what you're saying," Harry smiled, looking to his Princess as he added, "I'll speak with HK, see if he knows of a suit and, failing that, I can ask Ragnok to forge you some armour; we could use the Basilisk corpse out there if we needed to."
"Thank you my love," Hermione beamed, giving Harry a soft kiss on the lips as she asked, "Are you going to wear your helmet?"
"Not yet," Harry replied, dropping his helmet on the ground, before he smiled at her, "Right now, my mouth has other plans."
"You always know what to say," Hermione purred, feeling Harry's arms snake around her waist, his warm embrace making her feel the same thing that she had sorely missed since starting Hogwarts:
Like she was someone who could be loved…
EyeOfTheStorm
When Harry entered the Great Hall, Hermione and Neville at his side, his choice in attire, including his helmet, had the expected reaction, not to mention the use of the Slytherin Crest on his cloak. As the three of them went to sit down, Neville waiting for Harry and Hermione to be seated before he joined them, Harry heard a very familiar icy voice call out in his direction, "Potter, what in the name of magic do you think you're doing?"
"Having breakfast," Harry retorted, his distorted voice making several of the Gryffindors shiver with discomfort, the young prince noticing a trio of red-heads watching him discreetly.
{Make sure you check everything,} Harry warned Hermione, {I don't like the looks on Ron and the Twins' faces.}
{Got it,} Hermione replied, watching as Harry calmly began pouring himself some porridge, his Sith eyes on full view under his helmet as he scanned his meal: sure enough, Harry found a laced compulsion charm in his food as well as a potion of obedience and passion directed between both he and Ginny.
Before he could make another move, Harry then heard Professor Snape speaking from directly behind him, "I can see that you arrogant little brat: I mean what do you think you're doing wearing irregular attire for breakfast?"
"Oh?" asked Harry, now putting down his spoon, making a rather indirect gesture with his hand as he switched the food in his bowl with someone else in the room; who, he didn't know, but he had to make sure that whoever it was wouldn't target Ginny: she at least, he had discovered, knew her allegiances and her allies. Instead, Harry had cast a little reversal charm of his own that would allow the consumer of the laced food to target whoever it was that had made those potions or, failing that, the Dead Man Walking.
Turning to Professor Snape, Harry then asked, "And what is regular Professor? I don't think black robes that make you look like some kind of bat are regular, not to mention robes of a rather disgusting forest-green as demonstrated by our headmaster. Oh, and what about your snakes? Every single one of them are wearing some kind of coloured clothing, especially Malfoy, who seems to take pride in laying on thousands of litres worth of hair gel and soap every morning: what's your secret Draco? Really a girl underneath all that demeanour? Or are you trying to impress someone, say Crabbe and Goyle, or maybe Parkinson?"
"Fifty points from Gryffindor Potter," Snape roared, but was slightly startled when the house point counter didn't budge a single ruby; instead Harry, mentally thanking Hogwarts for her part in this, smiled as he stood tall and firm.
"Were you expecting trouble Snivellus?" he asked, using Snape's hated name as he continued, "Because that's what you'll get if you choose to challenge me: make note of this, you greasy-haired, hook-nosed, biased little bastard! I am not the same Harry Potter from last year: you see, your…" he prodded Snape with the tip of his armoured finger as he spoke, "Arrogance and failure to let the past remain there robbed someone very near and dear to me of their life. If you, Mr High and Mighty, hadn't forgotten a certain potion and allowed me the chance to explain things, then I wouldn't have lost the last ties that I had to my family!"
Lightning flashed across the skies; the torches in the room began to dim and, as Harry stared down Snape, he decided to really hit the man where it hurt: if his theory was correct, then the next words would get the expected reaction. "But I'm sure that, where you're concerned Severus, my life is just one big Riddle that you think I'll never discover the answer to. Well, let me say this you dark-loving prick: if your ferret over there is the Ice King of Slytherin, then I guess you can consider me the new Ice Prince, because I know the answer to your Riddle Severus and I'd hate to imagine what others would do if anything happened to the new Ice Prince who chooses to hide in the dark comforts of his armour. Now, sir, why don't you go back to your seat and I can get back to breakfast?"
The reactions from the words that Harry had chosen to put the emphasis on had the desired effect: Severus, who never missed anything from Harry in lessons, heard the declaration as clear as day: Riddle, Dark Prince Riddle; I know.
"Before I ignore the blatant disrespect here," Severus snarled, "Tell me this: how did you know that you wouldn't lose any points?"
"Oh," Harry replied, sharing a glance with their new Defence Teacher as he added, "A little bird told me."
Severus, turning on his heel, left Harry to his own devices as the newly-proclaimed Ice Prince took his seat, just as a squeal filled the hall and Harry laughed as a familiar pug-faced Slytherin suddenly found herself racing towards Ron, her eyes glazed over and her voice as irritating as ever.
"Oh Ronniekins," she shrieked, "I love you so much: I'll do anything you tell me to dearest…anything!"
For the first time – and Harry would make sure that it wasn't the last – Gryffindor found themselves witnessing a rather impressive amount of projectile vomit leaving the mouth of Ronald Weasley as the twins stared, thunderstruck, to Harry, who shrugged and rose from his seat, moving to their sides where, armour and all, he kneeled down and hissed in their ears. "Your sister knows her allies: do you? Make the right answer, boys, and I will give you the resources to put your inventions to good use: make the wrong choice, and I'll see you both made as eager slaves for the two Gorillas in Slytherin, better known as Crabbe and Goyle."
George looked horrified at Harry's threat, but Fred, seemingly the brighter one at the moment, turned to him and whispered, "Sorry Harry; we didn't want to; you have to believe that."
"I do," Harry replied, looking around as he added, "Meet me near the one-eyed witch at dinner; we'll talk more there, but, for now, tell me: yes…or…no?"
"Yes," chorused the twins, Harry smiling with a dark expression as he returned to breakfast.
Harry piled on some food but then berated himself; he was wearing a helmet for Pete's sake! He didn't want to take the helmet off and show his face. He didn't want to alert Dumbledork or the other professors to his change.
He was so busy musing he didn't hear a soft click or that air was passing over his lips. One of the Gryffindor girls noticed however and spoke.
"Wow! Those lips sure look kissable. I envy the girl who captures your heart, Potter." The girl commented jostling Harry out of his musings.
"What?" Harry asked before he stiffened.
He brushed his gloved fingers around his lower part of his mask and was shocked to feel lips. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he dove into the food with gusto but still had manners around his dorm mates, not unlike Ronald Weasley who, seeing that Parkinson had left him alone, returned to his second-favourite pastime: eating – the first being his trait of being a lazy, good-for-nothing wanker of a gerbil.
When the timetables came around, Harry took one look at the timetable, before he growled threateningly, Hermione looking across him as she asked, "What's got your sabre in a knot?"
"Divination," Harry hissed, looking from under his partially-formed helmet to Hermione as he added, "I knew there was something that I forgot to do."
"Well," Neville offered, before he gave a suggestion that the old Neville never would have done; lowering his voice, he asked, "Why don't we cut it? You and I could use the time for some training…my lord."
"Not a bad idea," smiled Harry, looking to his commander, "Very good Neville: you're keeping your word."
"Thanks," Neville inclined his head to Harry as he added, "But, between you and me, I don't like Trelawney either: she's a real drunk who makes my blood boil."
"I believe that," laughed Harry, returning to his meal.
EyeOfTheStorm
Harry's dark demeanour lasted all the way across the sodden vegetable patch until they arrived in greenhouse three, but here he was distracted by Professor Sprout showing the class the ugliest plants Harry had ever seen. Indeed, they looked less like plants than thick, black, giant slugs, protruding vertically out of the soil. Each was squirming slightly and had a number of large, shiny swellings upon it, which appeared to be full of liquid.
"Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus -"
"The what?" said Seamus Finnegan, sounding revolted.
"Pus, Finnegan, pus," said Professor Sprout, "and it's extremely valuable, so don't waste it. You will collect the pus, I say, in these bottles. Wear your dragon-hide gloves; it can do funny things to the skin when undiluted, bubotuber pus."
Squeezing the bubotubers was disgusting, but oddly satisfying. As each swelling was popped, a large amount of thick yellowish-green liquid burst forth that smelled strongly of petrol. Only Harry appeared to be unaffected by the smell, something that Hermione noticed as she saw him moving with ease through the task, a part of the Sith Princess eagerly awaiting the day when she too would wear her armour with pride.
They caught it in the bottles as Professor Sprout had indicated, and by the end of the lesson had collected several pints, though Harry secretly pocketed some of his own for what he later called experiments.
"This'll keep Madam Pomfrey happy," said Professor Sprout, stoppering the last bottle with a cork. "An excellent remedy for the more stubborn forms of acne, bubotuber pus. Should stop students resorting to desperate measures to rid themselves of pimples."
"Like poor Eloise Midgen," said Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff, in a hushed voice. "She tried to curse hers off."
"Silly girl," said Professor Sprout, shaking her head. "But Madam Pomfrey fixed her nose back on in the end."
A booming bell echoed from the castle across the wet grounds, signalling the end of the lesson, and the class separated; the Hufflepuffs climbing the stone steps for Transfiguration, and the Gryffindors heading in the other direction, down the sloping lawn toward Hagrid's small wooden cabin, which stood on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid was standing outside his hut, one hand on the collar of his enormous black boarhound, Fang. There were several open wooden crates on the ground at his feet, and Fang was whimpering and straining at his collar, apparently keen to investigate the contents more closely. As they drew nearer, an odd rattling noise reached their ears, punctuated by what sounded like minor explosions.
"Mornin'!" Hagrid said, grinning at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Be'er wait fer the Slytherins, they won' want ter miss this - Blast-Ended Skrewts!"
"Come again?" said Ron.
Hagrid pointed down into the crates.
"Eurgh!" squealed Lavender Brown, jumping backward.
"Eurgh" just about summed up the Blast-Ended Skrewts in Harry's opinion, though the explosions he had heard from within had potential: perhaps he was really looking forwards to having his inventors on his side after all.
They looked like deformed, shell-less lobsters, horribly pale and slimy-looking, with legs sticking out in very odd places and no visible heads. There were about a hundred of them in each crate, each about six inches long, crawling over one another, bumping blindly into the sides of the boxes. They were giving off a very powerful smell of rotting fish. Every now and then, sparks would fly out of the end of a skrewt, and with a small phut, it would be propelled forward several inches.
"On'y jus' hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"
"And why would we want to raise them?" said a cold voice.
The Slytherins had arrived. The speaker was Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle were chuckling appreciatively at his words.
Hagrid looked stumped at the question.
"I mean, what do they do?" asked Malfoy. "What is the point of them?"
Hagrid opened his mouth, apparently thinking hard; there was a few seconds' pause, then he said roughly, "Tha's next lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things - I've never had 'em before, not sure what they'll go fer - I got ant eggs an' frog livers an' a bit o' grass snake - just try 'em out with a bit of each."
"First pus and now this," muttered Seamus.
Harry couldn't suppress the suspicion that the whole thing was entirely pointless, because the Skrewts didn't seem to have mouths.
"Ouch!" yelled Dean Thomas after about ten minutes. "It got me."
Hagrid hurried over to him, looking anxious.
"Its end exploded!" said Dean angrily, showing Hagrid a burn on his hand.
"Ah, yeah, that can happen when they blast off," said Hagrid, nodding.
"Eurgh!" said Lavender Brown again. "Eurgh, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?"
"Ah, some of 'em have got stings," said Hagrid enthusiastically (Lavender quickly withdrew her hand from the box). "I reckon they're the males...The females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies...I think they might be ter suck blood."
"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," said Malfoy sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"
'I wouldn't mind some of those,' Harry thought darkly, 'Particularly for more experiments and defences for my more unwelcome items within the complex: maybe I'll see if my soon-to-be-loyal friends have any advice, or perhaps Neville knows something that can help.'
"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're not useful," Hermione snapped, diverting the Sith Prince's train of thought. "Dragon blood's amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?"
Harry grinned under his helmet, the cool autumn environment making him feel secure within the icy grip of the approaching winter. Hagrid would have liked nothing better than a pet dragon, as Harry and Hermione knew only too well – he had owned one for a brief period during their first year, a vicious Norwegian Ridgeback by the name of Norbert. Hagrid simply loved monstrous creatures, the more lethal, the better.
"Well, at least the skrewts are small," said Ron as they made their way back up to the castle for lunch an hour later.
"They are now," said Hermione in an exasperated voice, "but once Hagrid's found out what they eat, I expect they'll be six feet long."
"Well, that won't matter if they turn out to cure seasickness or something, will it?" said Ron, grinning slyly at her.
"You know perfectly well I only said that to shut Malfoy up," said Hermione. "As a matter of fact I think he's right. The best thing to do would be to stamp on the lot of them before they start attacking us all."
"Now why don't you shut your mouth?" asked Harry, appearing like the wraith that he had become, his arm protectively placed around Hermione as he added, "Before I introduce you to a few of the more fully-sized Skrewts: then again, when you've snogged Pansy Parkinson, anything's better than that, right Weasley?"
Ron looked as green as Slytherin's banner as he made his way into the Great Hall, Harry counting off another success against the never-learning prat as he spoke to Hermione, "Don't worry love, I've got a few plans in mind for Weasley: rest assured that all our enemies will soon fall at our feet."
"All right," Hermione smiled, before she lifted her hand, as if searching for the switch that would pull back Harry's helmet, the Sith Prince taking her hand as she held onto him.
"Wait until later love," he advised, catching sight of a familiar blonde-haired ferret watching them, "Then I'm all yours: now, if you'll excuse me."
Stepping past Hermione, Harry held out his hand and stopped Malfoy in his tracks, the one true Ice Prince of Slytherin looking around in shock, before he saw Harry approach, the boots of his armour echoing across the stone floor as he stared down his long-time enemy…and cousin.
"Hello Malfoy," Harry smiled, "Can I have a word with you?"
"Sod off Potter," Malfoy snapped, Harry sighing as he fixed Draco with his coldest glare, his voice losing all of its friendly welcoming as he spoke.
"No Malfoy, you misunderstand: I don't want a word with you; I say that you are having a word with me, unless you'd like me to explain to your Father about the brash comments to my girlfriend."
"The stuck-up Mudblood…ack!" Malfoy's voice was cut off as Harry held out his hand, his fingers curled inwards in his favourite Force-based gesture, the constrictions appearing around Malfoy's neck as Harry lowered his hand, the ferret-faced fool gasping as he fell to his knees before the Sith Prince, his eyes wide with terror.
"If you value your life," Harry snarled, now gesturing subtly with his hand as he commanded, "You will never again call Hermione Granger a Mudblood! Now, Malfoy, are you going to be civil or do I need to contact Daddy-dearest about a repayment for my kindness at the Quidditch World Cup?"
"N…no," Draco gasped, gesturing with his own hand as he indicated a private room, "F…follow me Potter; we c…can talk privately."
With a nod of his head, though it looked like a mere inclination of his head to Malfoy thanks to that helmet, Harry followed his long-time enemy into a private classroom where the Sith Prince used his wandless mastery to craft several privacy wards and anti-eavesdropping shields, before sealing the room with the Force as he turned to Malfoy.
"So, what do you want that you obviously couldn't say near your friends?" asked Draco, staring at Harry as the Sith Prince reached up and removed his helmet, exposing his Sith Yellow eyes, "Bloody hell!" gasped Malfoy, "What the fuck happened to you Potter?"
"Don't tell me that you don't recognise me Draco," Harry sneered, his hands now removing his gauntlets, exposing the Slytherin ring as he added, "Or that you don't recognise this?"
"B…B…But," stammered Malfoy, seeing the emerald and silver ring on Harry's finger, "Th…that ring belonged to…"
"Go on," Harry smiled, his eyes shining with raw power as he commanded, "Say it: you know that you want to."
"T…T…T…Tom R…R…Riddle," Draco gasped, Harry leaning rather casually against the door as he nodded in agreement; staring into the emerald eyes of the Sith prince, Draco gave a gasp of shock as he whispered, "It…it can't be."
"It is," Harry replied, winking slyly as he looked at Draco, "Hello cousin."
Draco Malfoy, pureblood supremacist, Ice Prince of Slytherin and all-round proud-assed snob…then fainted…
EyeOfTheStorm
When he was done with Draco, including a quick Force Dominator to ensure that Draco kept his silence, Harry left the classroom and made his way up to the third floor, heading straight for the statue of the one-eyed witch, his suspicions about breakfast confirmed when he found Fred leaning against the statue, one half of Hogwarts' newest generation of Marauders inclining his head to Harry as he opened the passageway.
Stepping inside, Harry then lifted his helmet from his head and spoke with true authority as he explained, "Now, before we get started, I want to hear it from you both: yes or no: did you try to lace my food so that I would leave Hermione and go to Ginny?"
"Yes," chorused the twins.
"Did you do it willingly?"
"Yes."
"Who orchestrated the plan?"
"Our mother."
"Who was the puppetmaster pulling her strings?"
"Dumbledore."
"Why should I trust you now?"
Silence…
"Fred?"
Silence…
"George?"
More silence…
"If this is a trap," Harry warned them, "You will pay for it: now speak!"
"We chose to join you," Fred answered obediently, Harry partially proud that he had managed to fine tune his Domination power so that he could use it as a wandless command as well as a Force Power. "Because we knew that something had changed in you: Sirius was our hero and we figured, only after we had done the deed that we were disgracing the Marauders by targeting you."
"Well you were," Harry informed them, "My Father, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew…"
'Who I will personally electrocute when I next see him.'
"…were considered the most loyal of Gryffindors," he had to stop himself from laughing as he spoke of the loyalty between the foursome. "By targeting the only Second-Generation Marauder, you prove yourselves inferior to them and, for what you've done, I should possibly inform Remus and get him to pay you a little visit…for a certain three days!"
"Harry, we're sorry," Fred gasped, Harry aware of two pairs of hands now touching his boots, both of the Weasleys now filled with fear as they knew perfectly well – thanks to Severus Snape's jealousy-driven revelation – what Harry spoke of. "We'll do anything you ask…"
"We will follow you," George explained.
"To hell and back," Fred agreed, Harry knowing their twin speech when he heard it.
"We shall do whatever you ask."
"And your enemies shall be ours," they chorused, Harry smiling as he replaced his helmet, before he snapped his fingers, a ball of violet flames igniting in his hand as he held it over the now kneeling twins, his voice like ice.
"As you say it," he told them, "So let it be done: you are now mine and you shall obey my every command; you are the first of my Acolytes and you shall become my inventors and spies within Gryffindor: in exchange for your very lives for what you tried to do to me, do you swear your allegiance?"
"We so swear, my lord," the twins replied, both of them looking up to Harry, or rather his helmet as the Sith prince smiled beneath it.
"Do you swear to keep my secrets and, on pain of death, pledge yourselves to my path and my power?"
"We so swear."
"And do you swear to honour the memory of Sirius Padfoot Black and James Prongs Potter by serving their next in line, no matter the cost and decision? Do you swear to become my eyes, ears and tools of war in the coming battle?"
"We so swear," the twins replied, before they both gasped as Harry began laughing, bolts of red lightning shooting from his hands, the energy of those bolts coursing through their veins as Harry spoke.
"Then I, Harry Salazar Revan Riddle, Dark Prince of the Sith, call upon my power to bind you to your oaths: you shall forsake the light and become my Dark Lions: Fred and George Weasley are no more; you are now my servants and warriors: rise, my Dark Knights: Knight Sion – Fred – and Knight Vader – George!"
The two Gryffindors rose obediently, both of them looking the same as ever as they stared to Harry, both of them no longer the light-driven pranksters that they were; now, they were emissaries of evil.
"What is thy bidding, my Master?" they asked in unison, Harry placing his hands on both of their shoulders as he addressed them.
"For now; nothing: you are merely observers and inventors for my sake; I have tasks that you can assist me with that involve the coming months but, once those tasks are complete, then I shall inform those whom even I bow to of your success and you shall reap your rewards; now, to test your oaths, I have a question."
"Yes Master?"
"Who am I?"
There was a moment's pause, before they both answered, "You're our friend and ally, Harry James Potter."
'Perfect,' Harry thought, watching as he dismissed the first of his Dark Knights, 'Everything is falling into place.'
Episode 10 and Harry begins to form his Sith Order, but can the twins keep their darker natures a secret from the others or will Harry be forced to take drastic measures?
Also, what will Harry do when he and Barty Crouch/Mad-Eye Moody meet in lesson?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
Next Chapter: Harry has meetings with the Mandalorians regarding Fourth Year and his new Acolytes; lessons with Moody reveal some home truths about Harry's survival against the AK; the Goblet of Fire is revealed and the other schools arrive, but there's something about Durmstrang that Harry doesn't like…
Please Read and Review…
Note: I chose to add the twins to Harry's allies after an amount of reviews asking me not to turn them and their skills against Harry;
Second Note: The idea about Harry's helmet being able to open like that was originally used in Return of the Sith by YugiohFreak54; all copyright to him and, if you enjoyed this story, then PLEASE go and check out that one: it's AMAZING!