Dear Mom and Dad,

Just a quick note home to tell you that things have really changed here at Hogwarts, at least among the teaching staff, and that a whole new set of courses has been set out. In fact you would hardly recognize the courses from what was being thought previously.

For instance, they've actually removed the previous person teaching muggle studies and have put in a muggle born named Christina Caruthers who is interesting, to say the least. It's not that she's a bad teacher, it's more along the lines of what she wears. Who knew that tight fitting jeans and t-shirts could cause such a stir among students.

Binn's is gone. Well, not really gone, It's more that he wants to get back into a classroom but has been told that his syllabus is terribly out of date as it doesn't even cover such things as spaceflight. The new teacher, Professor Adair, happens to be a wizard who believes a more international view is needed for our year, and is covering magical history of the twentieth century. He is also teaching a new mandatory course in, get this, the Lord of the Rings. Is there something going on that I don't know about there?

For potions, Professor Snape has been a bit different, but I'll get back to that later.

In the important areas, Defense was or is being thought by an American professor who is more paranoid and strange than 'Mad eye' Moody. Right now, the decision on keeping him is up in the air. Professor Python course consisted of us going into a large gymnasium style room and learning how to battle everything from tigers with rubber balls, defending against fruits with guns and weights weighing several tonnes. It was fortunate that the guns were filled with blanks and the only spells we've learned so far are for making trapdoors anywhere and how to make huge weights appear 20 feet in the air. He also has this habit of always wearing shorts and a t-shirt with Sargent stripes on them. Needless to say, most people steer clear of him.

On another note, Hogwarts has hired on a sword master, who happens to be a non-magic user. His course is entirely voluntary, and he is starting everyone out with wighted wooden swords in order to practice movements. I honestly think he should be the defense professor since he isn't crazy.

But perhaps I should start at the beginning, when Harry and I got on the Hogwarts Express...


When traveling by train, there are certain do's and don'ts expected.

You know, the common sense stuff, like don't jump aboard when the train has already started to move or lean out of the window while the train is moving.

Things that are meant to keep you from getting hurt or dying.

It's too bad that this train was the Hogwart's Express then. It is the one train in the world that the people aboard it what amounts to less common sense than mice and rats. Less really, as they were usually brought up to be ignorant, boorish, and thinking that things like laws natural or man made, didn't apply to them.

Case and point, one Draco Malfoy who was going to be the one to break the rule of don't annoy other passengers.

No sooner than the supposed Golden Trio sat down than Draco tossed open the door. As was his usual habit, he wanted to be the first to insult Potter. Of course, he hadn't yet heard about Harry's new position.

"Hello Potter, getting ready to make a fool of yourself again this year?" Draco smiled.

Harry smiled back, "Well, if it isn't Draco Malfoy? Don't you get tired of doing this year after year?"

Draco blinked. This wasn't supposed to happen, "Well, what's with your robes? They look rather stupid and impractical."

Hermione giggled, "Well, they would to you, but then you're only a wizard."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Draco, as much as I would enjoy seeing you look stupid, can't you be quiet for a while since you obviously think too little of keeping up on the news."

"News? What news?" Draco responded while looking at his two cohorts who shrugged their shoulders.

"They're Jedi, Malfoy. Why do you think they're wearing those robes?" Ron grunted, still a little afraid of what might happen if he approached Hermione wrong.

Draco snorted as he turned back to them. "Jedi? Is that some sort of new kids club?"

Of course, Harry and Hermione also broke one of the rules of train travel. Please make sure that your luggage is well secured for the safety of all passengers. Well, given this luggage could move around on it's own, they weren't entirely to blame.

R3 and R5 had gotten tired of waiting in one of the baggage cars and had started to explore the train themselves to find their masters. In doing so, they caught the eyes of many of the trains passengers who recognized the droids for what they were. This meant that there were Jedi on the train, and they might be able to get an autograph. Two passengers in particular, the Creavy brothers, were hoping to get some pictures.

As so a retinue followed the two droids, and they also heard the voices of their masters and saw the trio blocking the door to them.

Now, you have to remember one thing. These droids were built with both magic and technology. Specifically the technology of the Council, which happened to be very well shielded towards the effects of Magic. This meant that these shining examples of what was new in the wizarding world could operate on the train and in Hogwarts itself.

The two droids quietly got behind Crabbe and Goyle and put out a sensor each. They then sent enough voltage though the sensor probe to shock the two of them into creating a Crabbe-Draco-Goyle sandwich, after which the three of them fell to the ground. The Droids were very happy with this as their beeps confirmed.

Draco groaned out, "What the hell are you two doing?"

Ron laughed out loud, "Draco, you were just shown up by the droids, helpers to their masters, Jedi Knight Hermione Granger, and Jedi Knight Harry Granger."

Draco eyes widened, "You got married?"

This set the Golden trio off to so much laughter it was hard to move.

Of course, the Slytherin trio didn't have the chance to make trouble.

Colin was now standing on Draco's head as he flashed picture after picture of the Hero's of Hogwarts and all three boys were stepped upon with others wanting to know how Harry and Hermione became Jedi.


The first thing that Draco did when he arrived at the school was stare at the new addition next to the castle. He also noted that Potter and Granger, with some of their hangers on, were headed in that direction. Curious, he also went that way and peeked in, eyes widening as he saw the two things. They were obviously muggle vehicles, and that meant that either bloody Potter was getting special treatment again or they were planning something new for Muggle studies. He would bet on the former.

Grumbling, he turned away and headed towards the castle, Crabbe and Goyle following along while they rubbed various parts of their bodies from the pain of being stepped on. He had to see Snape as soon as possible to get the two muggle lovers out of the school. He didn't know what spell was involved in the train, but he was willing to get them thrown out.

The two boys with were wondering when they could ditch Draco and get to Madam Pomfrey. They were also thinking on weather it was smart to follow Draco around anymore. Every year, all that happened was that they got hurt or into trouble, and it was going to be hard enough to get employment after school was over. The only reason they even followed Draco was because their fathers worked for his, or at least they did. Draco's father being in prison had definitely put a damper on some of the things they liked to do. Still, they followed. How much longer was the question, however.

Draco, in the meantime, had spotted his Head of House and went over to him right away and complained.

"Do the two of you concur that you were hit by spells?" Snape asked as he looked at what he considered young mountain trolls.

Crabbe rubbed his head, "Don't know. I was to busy being stepped on."

"Stepped on?" asked the professor.

Goyle spoke up, "Yeah. Everyone came to see Potter since he's a knight of some kind. Can I see Madam Pomfrey?"

Snape's eyebrow started to twitch, "Let me get this straight. You were run over by people trying to see Potter?"

The boys nodded while Draco fumed.

"Why didn't you get out of the way then?"

Crabbe shrugged, We was in the doorway with Draco when he went to see Potter. Everyone came from behind us and then over us."

Snape Started to rub his eyebrows, one of which was really twitching now. "You went to see Potter, and knowing how popular the boy is, you didn't look behind you?"

"Nothin' like this happened when we went after Potter before." Goyle put his two cents in, "Usually Draco says something, Potter says something back, and then Draco leaves because he insulted them somehow. First time I've been stepped on when doing this."

"Draco," Severus said pityingly while trying not to laugh, "I cannot bring this complaint up to the Headmaster or anyone else. You, and Slytherin house will look like fools."

Draco's face went red, "What about all that muggle equipment that Potter is looking at right now?"

Snape eyes narrowed, "What muggle equipment?"

"The ones in the new building."

"That equipment is from the Jedi, and that I can do something about. They are not allowed to touch it without their permission." Severus growled as he twirled to go and see what this was about.


People were watching as the Grangers plugged their droids into the appropriate ships. With the proliferation of new books available through the Wheeze, as well as various Jedi and Wookiees patrolling Diagon and Hogsmeade, students were excited. This was the biggest thing to hit the Wizarding World for as long as anyone could remember.

Harry got into the cockpit and started up some systems. "How are the systems, R3?"

A few beeps, and the translation screen in front of him lit up with R3's diagnostic. "You know you're going to have to get used to speaking human.

A few depressed beeps and R3's answer popped on screen. "I know human speech isn't as elegant or diverse as yours, but it goes too fast for us poor organics to understand it, and in the school, you need to have them understand you. You can go back to your own language if you want to insult someone."

A pouting voice came over the speakers, "As you wish, Master Harry."

"Good. How are the engines and power units?"

"They show green across the board." R3 responded.

Harry smiled, "Good, let's shut down and get to the castle."

As he popped the hatch, Professor Snape walked into the hanger, "Potter! What are you doing in there? Those things belong to our Allies, the Jedi. You're going to be expelled, so don't bother getting anything unpacked.

Hermione frowned at hearing that. Her father had told her everyone in the castle had been told that these ships and the equipment in the hanger belonged to her and Harry. Another thing, why was Professor Snape calling Harry by the wrong last name? He knew about the name change.

Climbing out of the cockpit of her X-wing, she called, "It's his fighter, Professor Snape. My brother isn't doing anything wrong."

Snape turned to look at her as she had R5 removed. "These..fighters...are yours?"

Harry noticed a certain ferret following behind Snape. "Yes Professor. We're Jedi Knights, and this equipment is part of our needs."

Snape snarled, "Everybody, get back to the castle. Not you, Potter, Granger, I want to speak with you."

Everyone rushed out, including Draco.

Snape quickly put up a privacy spell when everyone was gone. He began to wave his hands wildly, while calmly saying, "Sorry about that. I have a reputation to keep, and junior death eaters to keep at bay. Just look disgusted and angry, and I'm going to have to take some points off to keep in character."

Hermione looked angry while she said, "So the act was for Draco?"

"And anyone else who was looking on. Dumbledore has agreed with the patrol schedules, and you two are prefects this year. Just keep badmouthing me and keep disgusted with me. You know, if it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have ever had to reveal myself."

It looked like Harry was snarling, "Anything in particular to watch for?"

Snape snorted, "The Dark Lord has gone into hiding, and I don't know where. He just wants me to report every so often, and not come into contact just yet. I do know that he is examining everything he can on the Jedi and various muggle technologies. He even has Wormtail buying up every plan for every spaceship or aircraft he can. I don't know what he is planning, but be careful."

Snape then looked straight at Harry, "One thing Mr. Granger. While I will not be as harsh, with people looking on, you had better improve your potion making skills. While they are above others I can mention, they are still pathetic and if you're not careful, you'll injure yourself and others. When you get out of school, I do not want to hear of you ever brewing for anyone. St. Mungo's has enough patients as it is."

With that, Snape cancelled his spell and walked off, with Hermione having to hold a truly snarling Harry back.


Harry had calmed down by the time they got to the Great Hall. It wasn't hard, upon reflection, and he had to admit, his potion making skills were not really that good compared to others. It still irked him, however. He could cook a fancy eight course French dinners orgasm, but somehow couldn't brew a perfect potion for the life of him, no matter how hard he tried.

There had to be something he was missing especially since Hermione had exactly the opposite problem, although no one would tell her that to her face. Even his new father didn't say anything, despite how powerful he was. The only advice he gave was that it had to be genetic, that and the fact that his stomach had gotten used to that sort of food over the years.

Still, once he calmed down, he could also see the humour in Professor Snapes last comment. He wouldn't trust his potion making skills either, except in an extreme emergency. Come to think of it, why was he taking potions anyway?

Almost as soon as he sat down, people were trying to subtly take a look at Hermione and him. Well, subtle for an entire hall of Wizards and Witches who's idea of subtle was to gossip and point fingers while trying to hide the wand that they cast the spell with behind their backs. In other words, their staring was an almost physical thing.

Soon, the first years walked in, and after the sorting, Dumbledore went through his yearly ritual. "Welcome, one and all, to another year of learning, skill, and training which you will hopefully use throughout your lives. I have a few announcements to make of some importance to both the school and to yourselves."

Looking to the students, he stated, "First, I would like to welcome our new teachers this year. Professor Python, who will be teaching the Defence against the Dark Art classes. He is highly recommended and comes from the Americas, with a unique style that should prepare you for many things."

Said professor stood up at attention, despite his wearing what looked to be gym clothes, and gave a salute to the students, most of which didn't know what that meant.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at that, he had so much fun picking people for that position, and he was always a fan of the more different a person is, the better teacher they were. "Beside him, we have Sword master Brian McTavish, who is holding a voluntary class in weaponry. He shall be teaching a wide variety of different blades to those who want to learn.

A dirty blond man wearing a black jacket over a green and white shirt and wearing a huge sword on his back just raised a tankard to the audience of students, then took a long gulp of it.

"Also this year brings a few changes to the curriculum," Dumbledore stated as he looked at the students, "As the wizarding world has learned this past summer, we have grown complacent, insulated as we are from the rest of the world. We have learned of a history which was lost to us, of the proper names for many creatures, and that Mr. Lovegoods newspaper reports on various creatures, is in fact, accurate."

Luna beamed at this, especially with the looks her housemates were giving her at that statement. For the Ravenclaw table, they were wondering if the Headmaster had caught 'Looney' Lovegood's disease, had gone mad, or if, and that was the tiniest possibility, Luna wasn't imagining the creatures she was talking about. If it was the last, what would that say about the house which prided itself on knowledge?

"Most of all, we have learned that we, on this planet, are not alone in the universe. Indeed, there are many inhabited planets and many species out there, which we will perhaps one day meet." He paused at the sudden murmur of voices as some of the first and second year muggleborn students were asking what he was talking about. "To that end, we have decided to change the Muggle Studies course to include a more modern point of view, especially with the unclassified reports from the Enterprise, which is one space ship that is part of a fleet, and the emergence of the Jedi on Earth."

A few of the Muggleborn who didn't get the newspapers were boggling at this, and some of the purebloods, especially at the Slytheryn table were frowning, not liking the fact that there was proof that muggles were ahead of them. Others just turned to stare at Harry and Hermione, who just waved slightly and smiled.

"I would like to introduce Professor Christina Caruthers, who will be here for the next three years as Professor Burbage takes some time to examine the muggle world once more and find out what is going on in it. With her, and replacing Professor Binns for history, is Professor Phileas Adair, late of Oxford, and who will also be teaching a required course in the history of the Rings of Power, more commonly known as the Lord of the Rings."

Finally, we have a new building on the grounds that house special vehicles of use to two of our students who are Jedi Knights. May I present to you Jedi Knight Hermione Jean Granger and Jedi Knight Harry James Potter Granger."

As the two stood up, many muggleborn gave a roar of approval, with a few commenting to their friends that it figured that Harry would be the first Wizard in space. A lot of other students were clapping and cheering as well, since the Jedi were responsible for making things peaceful with Voldemort on the loose. Draco on the other hand, stared with hatred.

Potter had done it again. Somehow the scarhead had become more powerful, and had another opportunity literally handed to him. Well, that would change. He would find out the reason for Potter's new power, and he would have it for himself. Whatever the scarhead could do, then he, Draco Malfoy could do better.

Dumbledore coughed slightly to catch everyone's attention, "As ever, the Forbidden Forest, is, as the name, forbidden. The scroll of banned items, which is now an impressive sixty four feet after last year, is posted on Mr. Filches door. Now, let us eat a repast in full celebration of the new school year."


After everyone had gone to bed, things were quiet. Or at least they were after the Griffindors basically grilled the two Grangers on how they spent their summer. Unfortunately quiet does not mean that things do not happen.

As it was, the droids R3 and R5 were bored. As people would learn, bored droids make their own excitement, and these two decided to go exploring. It was fortunate that they had lift plates so that they could float down stairs.

After spending some time exploring the common room, and deciding that nothing interesting was around, they left via the portrait hole. The first thing they did was spend time going up and down the hall to familiarize themselves with everything nearby. They were also whistling comments to the Fat Lady who was doing her best to snub them, much to their amusement..

They went off in search of the rest of the school, and had decided that they would go from the ground up, starting with the dungeons.

Of course, one person in Slytherin was awake with his cronies, and he was going after the power of his rival. That power seemed to have something to do with those vehicles in the building outside, so that was where he would start his search, and if he so happened to mess things up for them, so much the better. "Let's go."

With his two lumbering idiots, Draco waked down the hallway, just missing the two droids who were coming from the other way. As this human had two people with him, something interesting must be going on, so they followed.

Also following them was a tipsy house elf, who had heard about this Jedi business from Dobby, but hadn't believed it until the other elves told her of the comments from the opening feast. With the two metal things following students, maybe this was the Jedi that the school was talking about? At least she could find out what was happening.

Draco went out of the castle and started to head towards the new building, which the two droids knew were off limits except to themselves and to their masters and friends. They started to speed up, using their lift appeartus to be silent. Soon they were behind the two large ones, and as they had done earlier in the day, shocked them, but with enough energy to keep them stunned.

The elf noticed this, and was about to respond when she saw that she was following the naughty dragon boy. Instead, she decided to help them by hitting the boy with the bottle of butterbeer that she was carrying and then when he turned, stunned him with a spell. "Naughty Dragon should not be out now!"

The droids whistled and she turned to them. "What did Shiny One say?"

Grumbling to itself, R3 switched to human language, "I said thank you for the help."

"Youse is welcome. I will take naughty boys away, then you tell me of Jedi that Dobby told me about."

R3 responded, "I will do so."

Winky nodded and spelled the boys away with herself, and then left them hanging in a closet as she took a case of butterbeer with her to enjoy while she listened to the Shiny Ones. Maybe if she learned what the Jedi were, she could find a new family. Or at least a place where she would not be disgraced as a free elf.


"Harry, time to get up."

The response to this was natural. He pulled the pillow over his head.

With a sigh, Hermione proceeded to lift him up and started hovering him towards the showers. "Honestly, couldn't you have gone to sleep at a proper time?"

Harry was still half asleep, but was now flailing a bit, trying to find that comfortable bed that he knew was below him. It had to be there, he wouldn't leave it lying around somewhere else. He was then rudely brought fully awake by a spray of water directly in his face. "What?! Turn that off!"

From the door, Hermione responded, "Time to get up for our morning patrol."

Harry groaned as he set himself on his feet. "I'll meet you in the common room."

"Ten minutes."

Getting out of his wet pajama's he muttered to himself, "It's the first day of school, and she's already bossing me around."


"Why does the flight suit have to be orange. Couldn't we have had, white, blue, or even brown?" Harry asked as he came down the stairs.

"It was the Wookiees idea. And they asked Dobby for help with them." Hermione replied as she picked up her helmet from the table.

Harry sighed as they went out of the portrait. "Well, at least we can request that they be made of a different colour when we get bigger."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Do you really think that they would do that? The Wookiees worship a freaking spaceship."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Freaking?"

Hermione coughed, "I've been picking up a few words here and there."

"You've been hanging around Faith a little too long, is more like it."

Hermione slapped Harry's shoulder and they continued on in silence, Harry's mouth twitching every so often.


Malfoy's morning started off with a flash.

Well, several of them.

Groaning, he was just starting to wake up while his dorm mates, and others, quickly removed the film from their cameras. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

Blaise smirked as he spoke up. "If the three of you are going to get frisky, could you do it away from the rest of us?"

Malfoy blinked as he woke up and then felt something off. How the hell did they get here when the last thing he remembered was going into Potter's shed. And why did the back of his head, his neck, and his mouth feel sticky?

He started to get up when he felt a body, no make that two bodies, next to him. Crabbe and Goyle were in bed with him. He lifted up the covers and discovered that all three of them were naked. Pushing the covers down, he shouted, "It's not what it looks like!"

Slytherins were snickering as they left the room, and left Malfoy to try and get out of bed without touching his...companions.