AN: In which Harry and Anakin are soulmates. (Star Wars)


Harry was just walking out of Hogwarts, having decided to take a walk and avoid the press when he heard the rumble of a specific set of engines. His eyes widened at the sound, thinking he was hallucinating or maybe dreaming, because that was when he had definitely heard the sound of a Jedi starfighter. Not… when he was awake. And definitely not near Hogwarts.

He looked up into the sky, feeling the black wings on his back move, ruffling more than a little. The elder wand hummed in his mind, appearing in his fingers as he looked, shading his eyes from the sun. And his eyes widened even more when Anakin's starfighter appeared, speeding towards the castle that he had just stepped out of.

Urgent beeping proceeded the starfighter stopping just above Harry.

"R2?"

The sound of the jet had drawn other people out of the school and Hermione came running over to him, her eyes wide. The astromech screeched out wildly as if it was on a mission and Harry raced over, jumping up and flying up to the fighter jet.

"Harry? What… What is that?"

"I'll explain later! Just let Kingsley know that we might have intergalactic guests!"

"Intergalactic? Harry? What in Merlin's name?!"

Harry looked right at R2-D2, who swiveled around in the droid hole in the Jedi fighter and beeped again, urgently and questioningly. "If you're looking for Harry Potter, that would be me!"

R2 squealed and the protective glass over the pilot seat opened. Harry immediately rose to walk onto the jet and sat down in the pilot seat, glancing down at the controls and deciding to leave the piloting to R2. He tucked his wings into his back to make sure he had room enough for them. "What the hell happened? I lost contact with Anakin a few weeks ago and now… What?"

An explanation came onto the screen in the center of the piloting gear as the jet turned and sped off in the direction it had come. Apparently, Anakin's ship had gotten badly damaged in a fight and Anakin was close to the hyperdrive controls and had told R2 the set of coordinates willy-nilly.

"What… slow down R2. Are you saying there's a downed ship somewhere near here?" Harry questioned, his eyes wide and his heart beating so fast he thought he would have a heart attack. Though if he did, he would survive, being the Master of Death after all had its benefits. If… If Anakin was really… here, Harry had no idea what to do. They hadn't seen each other in the flesh at all. They had just met in a dream once and continued on meeting in their dreams. "For fuck's sake, there's no docking ports or good repair docks around here. What were they thinking? NASA isn't perfect, you know."

R2 didn't have an answer for that as they flew for miles. Harry took a minute to stretch out his senses, to see if they were… He stilled, his heart stopping for several minutes before restarting. He could feel Anakin, bright and powerful. Almost too bright for Harry. Though there was… There was a darkness to the other young man. And Harry wondered what had happened since…

He felt the instant that the jet slowed down, the rumble of the engines slowing down as they landed. They were somewhere in Scotland and Harry peered out over the rim of the fighter and his heart stopped for several seconds then started at the sight before them. He could dimly hear R2 squealing out, almost if the droid was trying to let Anakin know help had arrived.

Harry jumped out of the cockpit a few seconds before the fighter landed, his wings out and slowing his fall to the ground. He ran forward, peering up at the small ship that had crash landed on Earth. He could feel several minds that were still conscious but injured. Many were clones and there was one other Jedi… Maybe Ahsoka. Maybe Obi-Wan.

"Anakin?!"

The ship was in flames in some parts and what he could see of the cockpit looked bad. Harry heard R2 fly out of the jet and roll over to him, beeping in alarm. He looked over the ship, trying to see if there were any… Harry stilled, tucking his wings behind him before stalking over to where he could see white armored men pulling out a wounded Anakin. Ahsoka, or at least, whom he thought was Ahsoka, trailed after them, holding her left arm close to her chest. Her two sabers were at her belt, blue and green if he recalled correctly.

"Anakin! What the hell were you thinking?" Harry yelled.

The white armored clones stopped, a few of them pulling their rifles out and aiming at him. Anakin groaned between the captain, blinked and peered up at Harry, his blue eyes sheepish.

"I… Hi?"

"Hi, he says." Harry rolled his eyes and kept his hands loose and visible.

"Captain Rex, I presume?" Harry confirmed.

The clone with the blue pauldrons on his armor blinked, his helmet in his hands. "Sir, is that man friendly?"

"Of course he is. Harry, I…"

Harry slowly walked over to Anakin, looking him in the eyes. "Are you badly injured? Any of you badly injured?"

Rex raised an eyebrow, turned to confer with one of his men then shook his head. "No. Kix, our medic, is on board with the ones that are badly hurt. General Tano just has a broken arm which she has refused attention for, may I add."

"It's just my arm, Rex," Ahsoka grumbled. "The others are more badly injured than me."

Harry sighed and knelt down to where Anakin had more or less fallen.

"Soo… We meet for real?"

Anakin's eyes lit up in amusement as he looked Harry over. The man had gotten no less attractive since their connection had gotten cut off, no less powerful. In fact...

"You're not an angel, right?"

Harry's lips twitched up into a small grin as he shook his head. "Nope. They… They came with my title."

Anakin nodded, still looking a little dazed as Harry slipped his arms around him and lifted. Anakin yelped, reaching his arms around Harry's neck and locking eyes with him as he felt Harry's black wings come around him, shielding them from prying eyes.

"Awesome," Anakin muttered gleefully as Harry leaned into touch his lips to Anakin's.

The Force lit up with their joining, as Anakin completely melted into Harry's touch. The kiss was warm and safe, a little chaste at first as they first learned each other. One of Harry's wings fluttered lightly over Anakin's neck, making him shiver.

The clearing of a throat ended their activities, making Harry lower Anakin to the ground. They both moaned as their cocks touched, hardening at the slightest touch even through the robes they were wearing.

"Skyguy, I don't mean to offend but what… Who is that?"

Harry's wings uncurled, falling back to Harry's sides as they turned to the others.

"Well, Snips, Rex, this is my soulmate."

Harry grinned at Ahsoka and Rex's eyes as they widened.

"General?"

"Guys, meet Harry James Potter," Anakin remarked, gesturing to Harry, who nodded. "Ahsoka, this can't-"

"I know. I know. The Jedi council can't know of this," Ahsoka answered, looking Harry over in suspicion. "How did you know? I thought this was Wild Space?"

"Dreams," Harry explained.

"Oh, you mean like wet dreams?" Ahsoka questioned, looking between Anakin and Harry.

"Ahsoka! Who's been telling her about those kinds of dreams?" Anakin retorted, glaring at his men.

Rex laughed and shook his head. The other troopers were shifting on their feet suspiciously, like they were trying to hide their laughter too.

"Anyway, why come here?" Harry asked, keeping an arm around Anakin when he felt the other man's knees buckle. "Clone Wars still happening?"

"Yeah. We need to get back quickly," Anakin spoke. "Come with us?"

Harry grinned and nodded, thinking about his life here. Always hounded by the press, asked about when he would settle down or choose a life partner. "Yeah. Yes, I'll come with you."


Anakin sighed in contentment as the water turned on, stepping into the big water bath. It had been a while since he had used a shower that wasn't sonic and he did enjoy them. They had managed to move the Twilight to Harry's home, in the yard and it was going to take at least a few days to get the ship started again. That meant that they had a few days of unintended leave from the war. That he had a few days off from all the pressure, of being the "Hero with No Fear".

He stayed under the shower of water, taking deep breaths. The bathroom door opened while he was trying to calm down, trying to do what the perfect Jedi would do, release his emotions to the Force. Hands came around his hips and he started a little, reaching for his lightsaber that wasn't there and then calming down immediately when he sensed that it was Harry.

"Hey, Ani."

He turned around in Harry's arms, still under the spray of the shower. Harry was naked too but there was one thing missing.

"Your wings?"

"They can disappear when I will them too," Harry whispered, his thumbs stroking circles on Anakin's bare skin. "You okay?"

"I… You are coming back with us right?"

"I said yes," Harry replied quietly, leaning over to draw him into a kiss. Anakin whined as Harry licked his way into his own mouth and felt as one of Harry's arms reach around to cup the nape of his neck, scratching his scalp as he did. Anakin moaned and melted further into him, wrapping his own arms around Harry. "We're soulmates. I thought I would never get to see you in the flesh, much less go with you. Of course I'm going with you. My life here is… not pleasant."

"Voldemort?"

Harry's other hand reached out to rub over a nipple and Anakin gasped, arching into his fingers.

"No. The reporters," Harry grumbled, reaching up a little to trail a line of kisses from his throat up to his lips. "Always trying to catch a glimpse of me… The war going okay? I like the hair."

Anakin grinned, whined a little when Harry backed him a little ways against the stone wall, cold stone versus warm water and warm, heat coiling in the pit of his stomach, at the base of his spine. "Two years into it and I want to kill every last person who started this. My men are dying and dying fast."

"Anakin... "

One of Harry's hands moved downward and Anakin arched into it only to be pinned with Harry's other arm. Anakin kept his metal hand away, thinking that Harry would be disgusted only for Harry to raise an eyebrow. Harry shook his head, his hand still traveling downwards until he lightly hovered over his cock, grasping it and moving.

Anakin bucked up into Harry's hand only to stopped by the hand pinning him to the wall. He whined as Harry locked eyes with him, his hand speeding up, twisting. Anakin's heart sped and he was having trouble keeping-

"Uh-uh, let go. It's just me," Harry whispered. "Let go."

Anakin let out a strangled cry, his legs almost buckling until Harry caught him, holding him through the shudders. Sparks of pleasure rode through his body and he could feel fingers running through his hair, gentling him through the orgasm.

"I'll be going with you, Anakin," Harry murmured gently. "Don't doubt that."