As time must pass, so time does, and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Castor, Kara, Hermione, Ginny and Luna all live normal and happy enough lives… until one day, three years after the breakfast at the table where Ginny Weasley spoke of war, during the Christmas holidays…

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Castor Voraainsar – he had long abandoned the full name, Castorabusallio – silently thanked the Force that he had been given the chance to grow up away from the Temple, with Kara.

They were currently engaged in a snogging session of what he considered epic proportions, although then again, he had no idea what the normal duration of time for such a 'session' was – though he highly doubted most people spent five hours doing nothing else.

He had always cared for Kara Vincennes, even when they were very young. The fact that she had cared for him too had been more than obvious, and he had always known that someday, something like this would probably happen. Again he thanked the Force – because if he had grown up on Coruscant, they would have been forced apart, neutered like the rest of the comparatively stagnant order.

Here, things were different. Here, the Jedi were a force for good without neutering themselves.

Here, he was happy.

But…

Kara missed Coruscant.

She said to him, that when the day was over, when the time came for Harry to do his task and for them to leave Hogwarts, that she would have to go home. And Castor, not willing to abandon her so readily, so he had said they would go together.

Castor smiled, as they went up to the boys dormitory, empty now due to everyone being home. He considered this bliss, pure and simple.

He didn't think about what would happen if he lost her.

But, he reflected, he still had the old red blade he had scavenged from a dead Sith Assasin…

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Dumbledore sat back in his office. There were times that the duel roles of Grand Master of the Jedi Order (Wizarding World branch – basically, a small department of trained Jedi who hadlft Hogwarts and banded together in the Ministry of Magic to help the Aurors – hands on combat experts and diplomats, as it were) and Headmaster of Hogwarts (which required more square inches paperwork per day than any other job anywhere on the planet – a statistical fact) came down hard on him.

This was not one of those times. Because something more important had come up.

"They're all here," his apprentice said to him, indicating the five items arrayed in a neat pile on the floor. "We've gathered them all up, at last. That last one was a pain."

"There's one missing," Dumbledore noted.

"I know, Master," the apprentice said. "But we couldn't get that off him, could we?"

"It has been hard work as it is," Dumbledore concurred. "I have often wondered whether leaving Harry in the dark was the right thing to do…"

"Of course it was, Master," his Padawan replied – well, former Padawan. "If Harry knew, he would have risked too much, when we both know that he has to finish it himself – and he has to be alive to do that."

"True, my old friend, too true," Dumbledore sighed. "And I admit, I long to end this charade. My life is… so wearing. I long to end it."

His Padawan bowed his head slightly, upset by such talk.

"I still am… uncomfortable, with the role I must play, Master," he said.

Dumbledore turned, smiled, and clapped his old friend on the shoulder.

"Severus, my dear boy," he said, smiling with warmth. "You are a fine Jedi Knight, and a good friend. I trust that you will make my death swift and merciful."

"It must be a show, my Master," Severus Snape, Jedi Knight and longtime double and triple agent cautioned his old Master. "Lord Enigma – Voldemort – will want to se you die spectacularly, as befits a Jedi Master."

"Of course he will," Dumbldore said, suddenly unclipping his sabre, and holding the deactivated blade under Snape's chin. "And be assured, my old friend, a fight he will get to see."

Snape responded by moving faster than the eye could see, and soon, both men stood in a position that made them look as if they were about to murder each other, Dumbledore's ignited blade held at Severus's throat, and Severus's red blade – specially designed for serving Darth Enigma, Lord Voldemort, in his privately trained Dark Jedi assassin group, which included Lestrange, Malfoy and Greyback – was held at Dumbledore's chest, Severus's arm drawn back so as not to impale his former master.

Then Snape backed down, and bowed.

"Until the time, Master," he said, before turning and walking away.

Snape had not wanted to go along with this plan, but Dumbledore had made him swear. Too much depended on this now.

You have to be free of doubt, the voice told him. The plan must succeed.

Dumbledore sighed, and looked at the deactivated blade in his hands. A smooth metal handle, with no grips, and a single, small button at the top for activation. All he needed. He sighed once more and quickly sent an Owl to Harry, hoping for a response promptly.

These had taken too long to gather, but now, the time was upon them

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Harry Potter was many, many things. Friend. Teacher. Confidant. Jedi Knight, soon to be Jedi Master if Ginny passed her trial as Harry expected him to. Lover… well, no. Not yet. Perhaps never.

He had eventually relented to the inevitability of love. Castor and Kara. Ron and Hermione. Jedi Knights seemed intent on falling in love, here, Harry mused. Only himself, Luna and Ginny had all remained unattached. Luna because she was uninterested – completely uninterested – in the Living Force, having instead submitted herself to the will of the Unifying Force, the long view – she was often found meditating, staring out of windows, thinking of the future.

Harry, meanwhile still kept to the Code, as much as a former student of Qui Gon Jinn could. He would always have a reverence for the Jedi Code of non attachment, but he imagined that one day, it would crack. He accepted that.

As for Ginny… he didn't know what to think about her.

He kept getting – well, he considered them signals, but then he was not in a position where he could tell what such signals were. And he had no idea how to react.

He was distracted from his consideration by an Owl dropping a letter on his head. He quickly opened it, and his eyes widened at what he saw.

Come to my office. The time has come. Your destiny awaits.

Dumbledore.

Harry was on his feet and running in less than a minute.