The Power He Knows Not

by Nom9de9Plume

Just before his fifth birthday Harry is visited by someone who reveals that he is not only a Wizard but can also use something called the Force. Will be Independent Harry/Hermione Chapter 12 now up

10. The Final Frontier

Chapter 10 – The Final Frontier

"Better be … RAVENCLAW"

The Ravenclaw table went wild. No one ever thought they'd get Potter. Even the Hufflepuffs applauded politely. The Slytherin tables were stunned – they were sure that Potter would be a reckless Gryff.

If there was any table more stunned than the Snakes it was the Lions of Gryffindor. They had always been so sure that Potter – if he ever showed up at Hogwarts – would be a Gryffindor like his parents. It just didn't seem right that the young hero of the magical world, the boy-who-lived, would be a bookworm.

The staff table showed a similar story. Albus Dumbledore was stunned. He was sure he had given the hat strict instructions to put Harry into Gryffindor. The Weasley's were all there and young Ronald and Ginevra could steer him towards the light. He rubbed his temples – he could feel the migraine coming on. That hat really pissed him off sometimes and he was beginning to think it that it did it on purpose and took some sort of perverse pleasure out of doing so.

Filius on the other hand was ecstatic. He knew the reputation of these two students from Minerva and if they decided to spend any time with his Ravens his house would get even better marks than normal.

Severus was seething. It has nothing to do with the sorting of Harry Potter but that the two of them had been able to avoid him. He looked forward to the fourth year Ravenclaw Potions class this year.

Alastor was confused. How did those two just appear at the end of the Hufflepuff table? His magical eye had caught a notice-me-not charm but that was across the hall with the Gryffindors. He even passed by the spot the appeared and didn't see anything. He was perplexed and the paranoid ex-auror did not like to be perplexed.

Draco Malfoy glared at the new Ravenclaws. "It would have been Potter to make the mistake of messing with me on the train," he thought as an evil smile appeared on his face as his thought process followed an all too familiar path, "Just wait 'til Father finds out."

At the end of the Ravenclaw table a young girl with dirty blonde hair sat looking at the table with a small smile on her face. Everything was working out just as she had foreseen it. She loved when things went the way she saw that they would. Hermione sitting beside her didn't disturb her thoughts and her feeling of achievement. When Harry made his way over and sat across from her and Hermione it was like the last piece of the puzzle fit into place.

Hermione was about to introduce herself to the young girl when everyone quieted down as the Headmaster got up to speak.

Albus got up and looked over the expectant crowd of young faces. This was one of the perks of being the Headmaster. When he spoke the people in the hall listened to him with respect and – dare he say – reverence. He cleared his throat as he took a second to look out over the room. All the faces looking back at him in anticipation made him feel like a king.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I know you all must be very hungry (at this most of the Gryffindor table briefly glared at a redheaded boy) but there are some announcements to make before we can partake in the delicacies our kitchens have put together. First I want to that the Deputy Headmistress for this year's sorting and welcome all of out new first year students to Hogwarts. May your years here be productive and educational. I would also like to finally welcome Mr. Potter to Hogwarts where he will be continuing his education."

He paused while the older students gave some polite applause to the first years and Harry. He looked over at the young man he singled out and put on his best twinkle and nodded once to him. Albus was unnerved by the fact the boy showed no outward emotion as he glanced at the headmaster and then proceeded to go back to ignoring him. Albus was livid inside, but he contained his anger and continued. "I have a few things to announce which pertain to activities that will make this year particularly special. You may wonder why Miss Granger is here as a visitor from the Laurentian School of Consolidated Magicks. She is the first of many representatives from different schools who will be here in the next few months. The first thing I must announce is that the Quidditch House Cup is cancelled for this year."

Albus had to stop at the uproar. Many students were particularly vocal especially the young redhead in Gryffindor. He yelled, "That's not fair. You mean because they can't even field a half-decent quidditch team in Canada that we have to stop playing this year? She's not even in a house known for Quidditch. How come we have to stop playing just because of some Canadian bookworm?" Before he even got a chance to sit down, his appearance changed – his face was pure white, his red hair stood straight on end like a fuzzy afro, he had a big round red nose and his mouth and surrounding face was painted in a big smile. His robes were now white and baggy with multicoloured polka dots and – if anyone had cared to look – his feet were now in size 30 shoes. To top it all off, every time he went to speak, his voice sounded – to those familiar with the Muggle world – like a bicycle horn.

Hermione who had her back to the Gryffindor table and had turned around at the diatribe turned back to Harry quickly enough to see the tip of his wand disappearing back into his sleeve. He just looked at her with an innocent face and shrugged his shoulders. She burst out laughing with the rest of the school but for different reasons.

With the exception of Professors Snape, Moody and Dumbledore the staff table varied between smiles and outright laughter. The redheaded boy in question was known for his lack of tact and his uncanny ability to engage his mouth before his brain was even started. Albus looked over the crowd to find the perpetrator. He was pretty sure it was the boy's twin brothers, but he hadn't seen anything untoward from them.

Only one other person in the hall knew who was responsible. Filius Flitwick's legendary dueling skills had been able to pick up the minute gestures made by a Mr. Potter. He was definitely going to keep quiet with that thought since he had heard the loud mouth – Mr. Ronald Weasley – make disparaging comments about his stature when he though Filius wasn't listening. He personally thought Ron was a clown for a very long time.

Albus managed to quiet the students down and felt disturbed once again that evening when he had to cast four finite incantatums to overcome the transfiguration magic applied to young Mr. Weasley. He wondered which of his students had been able to cast a spell that strong. Perhaps Hogwarts would have a powerful champion after all. He held up his hands again to silence the crowd as he continued, "In answer to your question Mr. Weasley, our guests are not the reason there is not Quidditch. I am pleased to annouce that this year Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament."

There was silence.

"He cleared his throat – I said Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament."

More silence until a small girl at the front of the Hufflepuff table put up her hand. When Dumbledore looked at her she got nervous but managed to get out, "Professor sir? I'm new to all this Magic stuff. What is the Triwizard Tournament?"

Albus looked surprised, "Why it is one of the most prestigious contests in the wizarding world. I'm sure many of the older students know of it."

Blank stares returned his plea.

He sighed, "Very well then. The Triwizard Tournament is a contest of sorts between the three major schools of Magic in Europe – Hogwarts, Beaubatons, and Durmstrang. This will be the first time in over 150 years …"

He was interrupted by an unknown voice saying quite loudly, "No wonder no one knows about it. It's been too long since the last one for anyone to remember and since it has no goblins, Binns would never mention it in History." This caused a whole bunch of snickers to erupt around the hall.

Albus' patience was being tried but he soldiered on, "The two other schools will be arriving around Halloween. Students will be able to submit their names to be chosen the school champion by an impartial judge." Harry and Hermione finally lost their calm and snorted at this. Luckily Dumbledore didn't catch them as he went on, "The winner gets 1000 galleons and everlasting fame."

Another voice echoed through the hall, "Who won the last one?"

Albus paused for a moment, "Ah, yes, um, I can't seem to recall …"

And yet another voice said, "So it's just the 1000 Galleons then?" More snickers erupted around the hall.

Albus ignored the last statement and moved on, "The champion will also be excused from end of year exams."

"How can you excuse a seventh year from NEWTS or a fifth year from OWLS? Won't that wreck their chances for a career?" This question seemed to come from, of all places, the Slytherin table.

Albus was now very pissed off for the second time in the evening. This was supposed to bring him glory and adoration. He ignored the last statement and continued "Due to the complexity of the three tasks and the inherent danger, the organizers have decided that the only students in sixth or seventh year who have reached their age of majority can enter themselves as a champion."

The two Weasley twins stood up and started in twin speak, "So let me get this straight."

"You've cancelled Quidditch which only gets played seven times throughout the school year"

"By seven students ranging from second to seventh year from each house"

"For a tournament where only one sixth or seventh year student from the whole school will participate three times over the school year?"

"Yes," Albus answered them.

The look of disgust on the Weasley's faces said it all, "That sucks!" They said in unison.

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, you will be serving detention with Mr. Filch for the next week for that outburst." Fred and George just shrugged and sat down. Their sentiment was echoed around the hall and besides; they had had more than their share of detentions with Filch.

Albus knew he had to finish it off soon, "Well, that is all the announcements for now. Tuck in."

The hall now filled with the noises of people eating with the exception of the Gryffindor table when the fourth an fifth year student around Ron Weasley were unsuccessfully suppressing involuntary gag reflexes and trying to keep Ron Weasley's complete lack of table manners out of their line of sight.

Harry and Hermione took a long look at the food that appeared in front of them. Hermione muttered, "Is there anything here that hasn't been deep fried? I could go for some slow roasted chicken and nicely steamed vegetables." She had no sooner finished saying her wish and some platters appeared in front of the three with the items she asked for. The two visitors proceeded to tuck in to the more appetizing alternatives. Hermione noticed that the blonde girl was looking at the new plates in front of her.

"I'm sorry, forgive my manners. My name is Hermione …"

"Granger, yes. And you, of course are Harry Potter. My name is Luna – Luna Lovegood," the blonde girl said as she interrupted Hermione. Luna normally was not so forward, but she had seen this day coming for the past year. Even though it had happened many times over the past couple of years, she was still really excited when her visions came true.

"It's very nice to meet you Luna," said a smiling Harry who noticed Luna looking at the new food, "Please, if you want some of this feel free. The elves have made more than we could ever eat."

Luna smiled at Harry and served herself some of the new food. "It's strange," she said in a sing-song sort of voice, "How did you get the different food?"

Harry nodded to Hermione who whispered into the young girl's ear, "Harry and I grew up with the former Deputy Headmistress. She told us a whole bunch of secrets about the castle. One of them is that if you concentrate on the food that you really want, the elves' magic will pick up on it and they will serve it to you."

"Oh, the castle has elves? I always thought the hinkypunks took care of the mass feedings," Luna said with a faraway look.

Harry and Hermione shared a glance and both nodded. Hermione turned to the Luna, "You can see them?"

Luna nodded.

"We know someone else who can see them as well. We've tried and only gotten brief glimpses of what our friend can see. She calls them by different names though."

Luna looked at them and for once she was speechless. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, she whispered in a voice barely intelligible above the din of the feast, "You mean, you believe me? You aren't making fun of me?"

Harry looked her straight in the eyes. Green met silvery and Harry stated almost as quietly, "Luna, we sensed something from you that we have only sensed from our friend back home. This is not really the place to discuss it, but yes, we do believe you and we think we can even help you if you want."

Luna smiled, and said, "I knew as soon as I saw you that you had the friendly type of nargles in your hair." She didn't try to suppress the grin as she ate. For the first time in three years she felt that there were people in the school she may one day be able to call friends.

//Scene Break//

"Madame Maxime, why must we travel to 'ogwarts?"

"Mademoiselle Delacour, as I have just finished telling the whole school, the Ministry of Magic cannot let the English have a chance to lord anything over us. We are going to go but under protest. Dumblydore was the one who brought this wretched tournament back to life and now we will participate for the honour of Beaubatons and France."

"Oui, Madame. I see why it must be so. As Head Girl I will help select and prepare the other students who will be going."

"It is all we can do Mademoiselle Delacour. I for one am not looking forward to spending several months in that damp Scottish Castle."

//Scene Break//

"Victor, you must calm yourself," Headmaster Igor Karkarov was trying to calm his best and most famous student down, "That's not what I meant!"

"You said it was close to the time when we will storm Hogwarts!"

"No, I said we would be going there to defeat their champion. You must not storm the castle. We are there for the Triwizard competition."

The young man calmed down, "OK. We will go for the competition and when I am victorious we take Hogwarts as our spoil."

Igor shook his head again. After the defeat at the World Cup, Victor was out for blood. "At least I have close to two months to calm him down," he thought as he subconsciously rubbed his forearm.

//Scene Break//

The feast was just about over and Hermione was asking Luna if there was some place the three of them could talk in private. Just as Luna was about to answer Professor Flitwick walked up to the trio.

"Excuse me Mr. Potter but the Headmaster wishes to meet with you in his office following in 5 minutes. I have been asked to escort you there.

Harry looked over a Luna, "I'm sorry, we may be a while, can we join you for Breakfast?"

Luna smiled and nodded serenely and followed the rest of the Ravenclaws out of the Hall. Harry and Hermione went to follow Flitwick who stopped and said, "I'm sorry Miss Granger, the Headmaster only requested Mr. Potter's presence."

Harry smiled at the diminutive Charms Master and winked, "It's OK Professor, I'd like her to be there. The Headmaster didn't say she couldn't be there did he?"

Filius winked back, "I guess he didn't. Well, the two of you should not keep him waiting."

They walked through the castle and ended up at a staircase being blocked b a stone gargoyle. Filius approached the gargoyle and said, "Humbugs." The gargoyle moved obediently aside. Filius turned to the pair and said, "I'm sorry we must part here. The Headmaster only asked me to escort you here. I must now head off to the Ravenclaw common room to address my house. Professor Dumbledore said that he would arrange for someone to escort you to your room after the meeting." With that the small professor made his way back down the hall.

While Harry was focused on maintaining Flitwick's undivided attention, Hermione had already reached out and sensed what awaited them. Once Flitwick was out of sight she said, "Three wizards, one quite powerful. Based on what we sensed in the hall I would say Dumbledore. The feeling I'm getting from the others leads me to believe that it's Professor Moody and Snivellous of course." She said the last name with a smirk. Minerva, Remus and Sirius had briefed both of them on all of the Hogwarts professors. They all described Severus Snape as a petty man who would most likely transfer his hate for James Potter and his friends to Harry. He was known as a brilliant Potions Master, but his lack of teaching aptitude accounted for the fact that England now turned out the lowest number of Potions Masters per capita in the wizarding world.

Harry reached out as well, "OK, looks like they are sitting. No active magic and their wands aren't drawn. How do you think it will go down?"

"I'm not sure about Moody – there is still something off about his signature. I haven't sensed something like this before. As for the other two my best guess is that Dumbledore will try to engage you in a grandfatherly conversation while Snape may try to get into your mind."

"Your presence will throw them off guard. How about I deal with Dumbles and the Greasy Git," Sirius had made sure they knew every one of Snape's nicknames, "you try to unsettle Moody. He's their wildcard but you're ours."

They had just started up the stairs each concentrating on their part of the plan when they both stopped suddenly. Harry looked at Hermione, "did you feel that."

"Yeah. That was a powerful wave of magic. There's a fourth being there now. I think it's the Phoenix – Fawkes. The wave must have been him flaming in."

"Cool! Maybe we can meet him."

Hermione chuckled at Harry's enthusiasm. He had a way with magical creatures that few people had and he just had a cute little twinkle of his own when he got a chance to spend time with one.

They put their game faces back on and completed climbing the stairs. At the top was a heavy wooden door. Harry knocked and the door opened. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk with the grandfatherly twinkle. "Thank you for coming Harry, I wanted to personally welcome you to …" Albus paused as he saw Hermione come in. He quickly recovered, "Ah, yes Miss Granger. I wasn't expecting you this evening. I'm sure we can ask someone to escort you to the Ravenclaw dorms."

Hermione hadn't taken her eyes off Moody since she entered the room, "That is not necessary Headmaster. I'll just stay with Harry."

"Ah, yes. There were some things I had to discuss with Mr. Potter in private."

Harry spoke up this time, "There is nothing we can discuss here that I would keep from Hermione. She will remain. Or both of us will leave." His eyes never left Dumbledore's.

Harry did notice that the Headmaster had provided him with a single hard wooden chair for this meeting. Without breaking eye contact with Dumbledore, Harry removed his wand from it's holster silently transfigured the chair into a comfortable love seat for the two of them to sit down.

"Impressive Harry."

"Mr. Potter."

Dumbledore looked perplexed.

"We are not familiar enough to be on a first name basis."

"Oh, very well. That was an impressive piece of transfiguration Mr. Potter. Very impressive for a fourth year student."

"Yes, well thank you Headmaster. Is there a reason you requested this meeting?"

"Yes, Ha … Mr. Potter. I wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts personally and I wanted to discuss your course load. You will of course need to take the core courses, which are Potions, Herbology, History, Charms, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You also need to choose two elective courses; I took the liberty of enrolling you in Divination and Care of Magical Creatures. You will start with the fourth year Ravenclaws while I determine whether you would better off in Gryffindor."

Harry and Hermione did not visibly react to this information. Harry cleared his throat, before responding, "Wow Headmaster, that sounds really neat."

Dumbledore sat back smiling.

Harry continued, "That is if I had registered at Hogwarts as a fourth year student. Hermione and I are here as guests representing the Canadian government and LSCM. We are officially here to observe the TriWizard tournament – nothing more, nothing less. However in our discussions with the British Ministry and your Deputy Headmistress we agreed that we might use the opportunity to further our studies and perhaps share something about the learning experiences at LSCM. All by your leave of course. However my companion and I will not be forced into attending regular classes. We do not want to disturb the students from their own education …"

Harry paused and allowed himself to grin in triumph as he felt a pressure in his mind. He reached out with the force and drew the offending intruder further into his head.

Hermione had meanwhile continued to stare at Moody with no expression in her face. She wanted to see if Moody displayed the steel nerves Master Aurors were known for. She used her powers to monitor the reactions of his magic as well as his bodily reactions.

//Scene Break//

Severus Snape found himself disoriented as he found himself enveloped in darkness. There was no sense of up or down – let-alone scale. He called upon his occlumency just to fight down the panic reflex. Once he was calm again he took stock of his situation. He tried looking for a way out, but he had never seen or even heard of mind defenses such as this – this was saying a lot since he had devoted himself to the mind arts to the same degree as he had potions.

He was just getting himself settled when the scenery changed again. Now thousands of stars appeared around him in every direction To Severus it was like being surrounded by the night sky. All of a sudden a booming voice surrounded him:

The Mind – The Final Frontier

These are the pathetic attempts

Of the greasy git Snivellous

His life-long obsession:

To humiliate Potters

To get one over on the Marauders

To finally find a shampoo to clean his greasy hair!

Followed by some music that Severus found extremely strange and this big white – well he could not really think of a word to describe it but it kept coming at him from alternating sides and passing him with a whooshing sound.

The surroundings suddenly changed a Severus found himself in a cave wearing tight polyester black pants, black boots and a bright red polyester shirt with some type of sparkly chevron design over his heart.

//Scene Break//

Back in the real world Harry was smiling brightly as he turned his attention back to Albus. "As I was saying, it is not our intention to disrupt classes for the students at Hogwarts. We will both be as inconspicuous as possible. Hermione and I would like to treat this year as an opportunity for an exchange of ideas like you presented to the ICW last June. However it is late and we have been travelling all day."

Albus was not concerned with what Harry would be doing at school. He was aware Severus would secretly read the boy's mind during his conversation with Albus to determine the best way to control him. However he saw Severus tense up and he had not moved since. "Harry, what have you done to Professor Snape?"

"Well, he illegally tried to force himself into my mind. I just invited him to stay for a while."

"I must insist you release Professor Snape immediately."

"Insist all you want Headmaster. Professor Snape will be released as soon as he finds what he is looking for," Harry said mysteriously.

Moody raised his wand and was interrupted by Hermione who was still studying him, "I would not recommend that Professor. If you do anything to Harry it is very possible that Professor Snape's mind will be irreparably damaged – well at least more than it already is."

"Harry …"

"That's Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Potter. If you do not release Professor Snape …"

"Don't worry Headmaster he is almost done."

//Scene Break//

Severus was in a strange cave-like tunnel with his wand out. He was startled by figures shimmering into existence in front of him. There were four people wearing similar but differently coloured clothes.

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin looked as Severus and smirked. Harry and Sirius were wearing green shirts while Remus and Hermione were in blue.

They started walking away from Severus down the corridor. While they would not answer his questions he did pick up that they were in a mining colony on a place called Janus VI. Something or someone was sabotaging the mine and killing miners.

As they walked through the mine – that looked like a cheap imitation of a mine – Severus was slowly falling behind the others and could not catch up. At one point the group ahead of him turned a corner. At the same time he heard a noise and a strange looking boulder that he hadn't seen before knocked him over and attacked him. The pain was worse than the Dark Lord's cruciatus.

Just as he was losing consciousness he heard Potter's voice, "Listen up Snivellous, this time you got off easily. The Horta was nothing compared to other things I can do. Just remember this lesson in life – the anonymous red shirt always dies first."

//Scene Break//

Severus let out a breath and collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.

Moody pulled his wand out and ran it over him muttering. "Albus, he's unconscious but all I can pick up is exhaustion."

"Oh, he'll have a massive headache when he wakes up," Harry said with a smile.

"Mr. Potter, you will need to be punished for attacking a professor."

"Headmaster, he attacked me, I just responded using occlumency which is not an active attack. I would be willing to submit to veritaserum as long as Professor Snape and yourself do the same. I have the feeling the reason for his presence here was specifically to invade my mind. I think Hermione and I will be leaving now."

With that the pair got up and left.

Albus looked over at Severus and Moody. "Alastor, can you revive him?"

Moody nodded and cast a few spells to wake up the potions master. He sat up slowly holding his head.

"Severus, what did you find?"

"The boy's mind is like nothing I've ever seen. There was no noticeable mind to find. And then …" he drifted off.

"And what?"

"It's hard to describe, there was a cave, polyester, and a Horta…" Severus started shaking and collapsed again.

"Alastor, please take Severus to Madame Pomphrey. I will visit him tomorrow."

Albus watched the new Defense teacher levitate Severus out the door and sat down deep in thought. Harry was definitely more independent than what he preferred. He would have to find loopholes in the arrangement with the Canadian Ministry.

//Scene Break//

Harry and Hermione arrived at the bottom of the stairs to find Professor Flitwick arriving. "I had a feeling the Headmaster would forget to provide you with an escort to your rooms," he said with a mischievous grin.

They walked back towards the Ravenclaw tower chatting about a number of topics. Filius asked about his old friend Minerva and Harry and Hermione were relaxed as they told him about her and her work at LSCM. Filius still had the mischievous grin when he told them that if they wanted, he could share some stories with them about Minerva and also the Marauders. The two teens thanked him and told him they would take him up on the offer and hinted that they could share a few stories of their own.

"Professor?" Hermione spoke up as they were nearing the Ravenclaw tower, "Since classes do not start until the day after tomorrow could we speaks to you tomorrow about the school year? We told the headmaster that we don't want our presence to be disruptive to the Hogwarts students. We agreed to come here not just to be casual observers but to also continue our education."

Filius gave them one of his infectious grins, "Yes, how about right after breakfast. We can meet in my office. Would you mind if I asked the Deputy Headmistress to join us?"

"Not at all. In fact we were going to ask you the same thing," replied Harry. Minerva had told him that class schedules were the Deputy's responsibility. They would be able to work out a plan without having to directly consult Dumbledore.

Filius stopper in front of the Ravenclaw tower, "Mr. Potter and Miss Granger …"

Hermione interrupted him, "Professor, please, we are just Harry and Hermione."

Filius' grin got bigger, "Thank you. Harry and Hermione I have assigned you a set of personal rooms in the Ravenclaw tower. You each have your own bedroom and share a bathroom and a small sitting room. Your accommodations are reached through a doorway into the Ravenclaw common room. I thought that even though you are not officially Hogwarts students, you were sorted into Ravenclaw. Forgive me if I'm being presumptuous, but I know some of your history from Minerva and I was hoping that you would be able to spend time with the students of my House. If this is not acceptable we can also find you similar accommodations in the guest wing."

Hermione looked at Harry and he nodded. "That sounds brilliant Professor," she answered for both of them. "Thank you. It means a lot to us for you to go out of your way to make us feel welcome."

Filius blushed with the praise and showed them how to pass the portrait into the common room. There were a number of older students in the common room reading who looked up and nodded to the pair in greeting as they followed the professor to another large portrait of a scholarly looking witch in a library. At the Professor's instruction, Harry set a password for the portrait ("Marauders") and the pair bid the professor good night as they explored their new quarters.

They stood for a moment and Harry said, "I know there is a lot to talk about, but after everything that's happened today I'm knackered. See you at 5?"

"I'm ready to go to sleep as well. 5am sounds great. We can talk while we work out."

They gave each other a brief hug and both went to their respective rooms.

//Scene Break//

Madame Pomphrey had her hands full with a certain professor that night. She finally had to force feed him a dreamless sleep potion after he had woken up for the third time screaming about the Horta.

A/N – Hi again. I know it was a bit of time between updates, but at least it was shorter than the last one. I just want to say a few things about the story and this chapter.

This is a very loose Star Wars crossover in that Harry and Hermione are Force sensitive. That's it though. There will be no lightsabers, jedi, sith, or visits to other planets. I'm sorry if that is what you would like to see, but many of the other Star Wars/Potter crossovers go there.

Harry has been exposed to a loving environment and grew up as normal as a Force-using wizard can. He has also had a lot more exposure to popular muggle culture. Yes, he grew up watching reruns of the original Star Trek on TV. That's where the mindscape he put Snape into came from. Both Harry and Hermione have quite a few surprises for anyone who tries to force their way into their minds and having been trained by the Marauders there will be a certain perverse humour to them. If you have any suggestions, I'm always open to fitting them in if they will work.

Till next time…