Disclaimer: Not mine.

So, I had a review going on about him using the name Hadrian and how it's not the formal form of Harry….and? You're point being? Who said that was why he used it? Last chapter he admitted to having gone by Orion at one point. He's used quite a few names because he's lived over a century there without aging and had many different roles. Hadrian Black was just the one he picked for that role. Just like he decided on his birth name for his Bounty Hunter role at the moment. Sorry this is here for those of you who thought and realised what Harry is doing but the reviewer disabled the ability to reply privately.

Chapter 14

Harry walked into the room to find Anakin still unconscious, lying on the bunk. He sighed and began stripping him off, pausing as skin was revealed, taking in the scars on his back. The room shook as his rage escalated but he quickly clamped down on his emotions as he forced himself to continue. How many times had he been whipped to create so many scars? But he had to ensure there were no hidden surprises so he destroyed everything he found and then scanned his body with his medical scanner and magic. He found several implanted trackers, a small explosive set near his heart and something nasty near the adrenal gland. Deactivating them was dangerous but so was leaving them as is. By the time he was done he was exhausted and covered in sweat but no one would be remotely killing the boy. He wished he had access to potions, without them it would be a ritual and that meant asking Padme for somewhere to perform it. He got up and went to clean up before going to see Padme who had been moved from the bunker straight to a secure apartment, just to be safe.

"Harry!" Padme smiled, relieved to see him uninjured. "What happened?" She asked and he put his finger to his lips before pulling out a jammer.

"Just to be safe." He stretched on the couch and she curled into his side, needing to feel safe and her 'big brother' always managed that.

"That bad, is it?"

"Well it's not good. The Sith is obviously still after you."

Obviously." She snorted. "Did you kill the one in the hall?"

"No. he's unconscious and restrained on my ship."

"What? Why?"

"It's Anakin, Padme."

She froze in shock…she'd misheard, right? "Nooo." She shook her head.

"I'm sorry." He kissed the top of her head. "He's safe now Padme, I disabled all the tracking devices and implants that could kill or hurt him."

"But he's still…. turned to the Dark Side?" She knew a bit about the Force thanks to her Jedi protectors who she was still in contact with and even Harry, though she wasn't sure where he got his information from, and everything said being a Sith was very bad.

"I don't think it was truly a willing turn though, he's been…beaten and tortured Padme, his mind twisted. But I think we can get through to him with some work. If you're willing."

"Of course, I am. I want to see him."

"Alright." They slipped away from the apartment and back to his ship. She stared at the sleeping teenager on the bunk, he had grown so much since Tatooine. She reached out and pulled the blanket down, blushing slightly at the sight of bare skin but she could also see the many scars and it hurt. She gently ran her hand through shoulder length hair, darker than she remembered. "Oh Ani." She whispered and he stirred slightly, pressing into her touch in his sleep and Harry smiled, that was a good sign. "What do I need to do?"

"First, we need somewhere secluded and secure."

"We can take him to my family's villa in the Lake Country, there's plenty of space and it's remote. And don't even think of asking me to leave." Her chin went up and he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Wasn't thinking of it."

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It was two weeks before they could take Anakin to the house without a bunch of security following them. Harry kept him sedated the whole time for safety. Once they had settled into the house Padme watched in curiosity as Harry drew on the floor of the main room, the furniture removed for extra space. There was a circle inside of a triangle with some sort of writing and symbols she didn't recognise. "What will this do to him?"

"It's a cleansing ritual, not designed for the Force but it should work. It will remove anything harmful from his system, in case his 'Master' was drugging him and hopefully it will remove the taint of the Dark Side from his mind. But Padme…if it works, it will hurt. No matter how loud he screams you cannot cross the lines, there is no way to know what it would do. Clear?"

"Clear." She agreed and Harry went to retrieve Anakin who was laid in the centre, still naked. She retreated to sit on a windowsill as Harry lit some candles and set some herbs to burn, their scent soon filling the room and she smiled, they really smelt good. And then Harry began to speak in a language she didn't understand.

Harry was pretty much winging it with the ritual. He'd read about cleansing rituals in fifth year but he'd never expected to attempt one. Aurors used them, when exposed to Dark Magic on the job, so did Healers. He'd never gotten the chance to serve as either, he'd come to this universe a year into Auror training after all. Thankfully he'd always been good at relying on his instincts when it came to magic so he was as sure as he could be this would work. He focused on what he needed the ritual to do as he chanted in Latin and he could feel power gathering in the ritual space, not just his magic, but something pulled from the Planet itself.

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Obi-Wan sat in the garden, meditating with his old Master, Rhan in class, when he felt it. He gasped, eyes snapping open and Qui-Gon immediately moved to his side.

"Obi-Wan?" He asked in concern, steadying him even as Obi-Wan gasped for air, shuddering. He sent for a Healer and Bant was soon with them, gently checking him over.

"I don't know." She admitted as Obi-Wan clung to Qui-Gon's robes.

"Master!" Rhan called, running over to them. He simply dropped into Obi-Wan's lap, curling into him as Master Yoda walked over.

"Calm you must Obi-Wan. Let go and allow to happen." He ordered the young Knight who took in a shuddering breath but slumped against Qui-Gon, eyes rolling back as he surrendered.

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Harry gasped, hair billowing in an invisible wind, and suddenly he felt Obi-Wan, as if he was in the same room, lending his strength to the ritual. The power grew until it suddenly slammed into Anakin who screamed in agony, despite being unconscious. He writhed as the power ripped through his body, seeking out any Darkness and destroying it.

For Padmé, watching from a distance, it seemed to last forever as she gripped the window ledge to keep from running to the poor boy. But there was nothing she could do for either of them until it was finished. She didn't how Harry was doing this and if it worked then she didn't really care. She threw an arm up over her eyes as a bright light flashed through the room and Anakin screamed even louder before it went dead silent. "Harry!" She lowered her arm and tried to blink the spots from her vision. She saw Harry on his knees, breathing hard and lying utterly still was Anakin. She ran to Harry who waved her off so she went to Anakin's side, checking for a pulse and relieved to find one. He stirred at her touch and she froze, who would she see when he woke? A Sith warrior wanting to kill her or the sweet boy from years ago? She waited as his eyelids fluttered until blue eyes opened and slowly focused on her.

"Are you an Angel?" he whispered hoarsely and she laughed.

"Ani." She stroked his cheek and he weakly turned his head into her touch. "Do you remember me?" she asked softly, not sure what might have happened to his mind with the ritual.

"Padme…" he struggled to keep his eyes open. They suddenly widened in fear and he struggled to get up, limbs uncoordinated.

"Shh, it's alright Anakin. You're safe."

"No, no, no." he shook his head and Harry crawled over to help steady him.

"Easy kiddo, relax." Harry whispered.

"He'll kill you…he…" his hands went to his head and Harry shifted to support his weight even as Padme worked to try and calm him.

"I removed all of the implants Anakin, he can't touch you." Harry reassured him, tightening his grip as Anakin sagged, adrenaline rush fading.

"Mom." He choked, tears falling and Harry pressed a needle to his neck, the drug working quickly to knock him out.

"Harry?"

"He needs sleep. His emotions are going to be pretty crazy while he levels out."

Padme nodded and then stood. "Let's get him dressed and in bed to rest then."

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Obi-Wan frowned as the call didn't connect but he left a message to call him as soon as possible. The Healers had declared he was physically fine. Master Yoda had just stared knowingly while Rhan had clung to him. Even Qui-Gon was hovering nearby in case he was needed. What had Harry done? And how had he felt it when last he'd heard Harry was on Naboo? Ever since Harry had appeared in his life it felt like he was on a wild ride, so much had changed and yet he wouldn't change it. He cared deeply for the older male and he didn't think it made him a bad Jedi, he still put the mission first. He gave his all to training Rhan to be a good Jedi too. He knew one day he would have to choose between the Order and Harry, he just hopped it didn't come till after Rhan was Knighted, he would not, could not, abandon his Padawan. Qui-Gon was enough of a rogue himself to not care that Obi-Wan had a relationship, he hoped. And with Yoda accepting it…he'd just have to wait and see. Once he hit Harry for scaring the life out of him and everyone around him.

TBC…