Eye Of The Storm: A HP/KOTOR XOver
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars KOTOR; all copyright goes to JK Rowling (14 years on and its still BRILLIANT) and LucasArts (Who knows how many years) I do own any OC Spells or powers described;
Normal Speech
'Thought'
{Mind Link}
"Demonised Voice"
"Force Manipulation"
"Statement: HK-47 Speaking"
/Parseltongue/
Harry/Hermione;
Draco/Ginny;
Neville/Daphne
Revan/Bastila;
Voldemort/Bellatrix
Review Answers for Episode 13:
Zamia: I have a sound plan for the Weasley that will involve the Second Task and Harry's true power; believe me, the games have only JUST begun;
King1367: As soon as I read your review, this chapter was in my head; hope you enjoy it and thanks for the idea;
Harryhermionealways: I have one of two times planned for Bella's return: one – after the Yule Ball or two – after the Second Task; either way, Harry will be the only one who knows she's back until the resurrection;
YugiohFreak54: Nah, that's too simple: come on YF, I think I've proven I'm too evil for something so simple ;-)
Statement: Last Time…
The First Task…dragons…it was time for some more in depth research;
It was time for Hogwarts to learn of the power of the Fourth Champion!
Episode 14: The Force Unleashed
Following the rescue of Ginny, Harry returned his attention to the main task: his plans and preparations for facing his dragon on the 24th; now that he had his full understanding of the task, Harry knew he would need some serious firepower and, being the Prince of Darkness and Lord of the Sith, he had that power at his command.
The night before the First Task, Hermione made her way down to the Chamber after their last lesson, her eyes filled with a sense of worry as she used her bond with Harry to open the Chamber's entrance. Passing into the Complex, the Sith Princess, now known to the Mandalorians and to the Dark Knights as Lady Ventress, made her way into the library, her eyes wide as to what she found.
The usually well-kept stacks and shelves were strewn all over the place, books and tomes that even Hogwarts would kill to possess were now held up in the air by some unusual scene of dark, accidental magic, their rarity preserved as if the wielder of this power had thought ahead and protected the room. Moving through the wreckage, Hermione gasped when she found her Harry, on his knees, in the midst of a circle that seemed to be carved from a mix of the burning energy within his now black lightsabre and his own blood.
"Harry?" she gasped, approaching the edge of the circle, her eyes on her beloved, "What…what have you done?"
"Preparing," answered the Sith Lord, his voice like ice from beneath his helmet, his power radiating through the room as he turned his head to her, "I'm not going in there tomorrow at only half-strength, so, I'm using this rite that Lord Revan taught me during the time of my awakening to release the full fury of the Force."
"Is it dangerous?" asked Hermione, slowly lowering herself to her knees as she watched her lover.
"Dangerous," Harry repeated, looking away as he considered the question, "Dangerous: could be, but I am not that little boy who fears the unknown any longer: rest assured, my love that I will do all in my power to overcome my trials tomorrow and come back to you."
"And what are your plans?" asked Hermione, watching as a strange set of red tendrils seemed to snake from the circle's design, their energy linking itself to Harry's armour as the Sith Lord seemed to take in a breath of ecstasy, like some kind of addict taking his next fix.
"My plans," he replied, the magic in the room spiking again, causing a powerful wind to blow all around them, his voice seemingly turning itself into the strange demon form that he had adopted over the months, "Is to bring Hell itself to Hogwarts!"
EyeOfTheStorm
Nerves were on edge;
Fears were running wild;
Hopes and expectations were high;
Allegiances were being tested and, for the first time, the four Houses of Hogwarts seemed united by this common goal; the strange thing was that, with the exception of Neville, Ginny and the twins, all of Gryffindor had abandoned Harry and chose, along with the Hufflepuffs, to support Cedric Diggory, while the Ravens and the Slytherins all stood firmly behind what most of the Harry-Haters were now calling The Dark Champion.
Due to this boycott, Harry had taken his small band of allies from the House of the Lions and spent every meal sitting with the snakes, either Malfoy – which surprised most of the Lions as they still believed the two to be bitter enemies – or Daphne sitting either side of the Gryffindors, the other Slytherins saying nothing.
When the time came for Harry to make his way down to the arena where he would face his dragon, he heaved a deep sigh and, activating his helmet, allowed Hermione a quick kiss of good luck before he left the Great Hall alone, the eyes of the world – so to speak – on him as he walked with dignity, pride and confidence.
The arena was set up in place of the Quidditch Stadium and, as he came into view, Harry heard the voice of Ludo Bagman call him over, "Potter; this way: all champions are required to meet in here."
Moving away from the stadium, Harry entered what appeared to be a large marquee, the reason for such size making sense to him as he found himself face to chest with Madame Maxime, the French Headmistress nodding her head curtly to him. Deciding to do the formal thing – as he figured that overseas allies would be reasonable for the near future – Harry inclined his head to her, before he removed his helmet and, taking her hand, lightly kissed the back.
"Good luck to your champion Headmistress," he told her, before walking over to where he found Cedric Diggory standing with Professor Dumbledore, the Hogwarts Headmaster accompanied – much to Harry's surprise – by Madam Pomfrey, Professor Snape and Moody, the latter watching the Dark Champion warily. Keeping his distance from the old man, as he really did not wish to interact with anyone who could intrude in his plans, Harry watched as Bagman and Crouch entered the marquee, Karkaroff and Krum with them, the High Master seemingly showing a sense of confidence in his own champion.
As he stood watching them, Harry heard Severus whisper to him, "All three champions knew of the tasks they were to face beforehand; I sincerely hope you have a plan Potter."
"Don't worry about me Severus," Harry replied calmly, watching as the three others took their places with the judging panel, "Just worry about what could happen to you and our little ace-in-the-hole if I don't survive this."
The fear that emanated from Severus Snape was like a rare wine to Harry: he had been delving deeper and deeper into the darkness and with that research, Harry had adapted his dark persona to his magic, avoiding the so-called Dark Addiction that the texts in the Complex warned him about. Plus, with regular visits back to Riddle Manor, Harry had been able to vent out his frustration on anything he wished, the darkness able to flow freely from his body.
That was the power he was going to demonstrate against his dragon out there and woe betide any member of the schools that tried to stop him: for Harry had managed to find a little loop-hole in the rules that, if need be, he would use to his advantage:
Rule 13: Any and all forms of magic, save for the Unforgivables, are allowed to be used by the Champions in the three Tasks; use of the Unforgivables shall result in an immediate disqualification and up to a lifetime sentence in Azkaban.
'Any magic,' thought Harry, moving into place as Crouch beckoned them over, 'That includes my Force abilities: I'll make these fools see who has the power around here.'
"Well, now we're all here - time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" - he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them - "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different - er - varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too...ah, yes...your task is to collect the golden egg!"
Harry glanced around. Cedric had nodded once, to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then started pacing around the tent again; he looked slightly green. Fleur Delacour and Krum hadn't reacted at all. Perhaps they thought they might be sick if they opened their mouths; that was certainly how Harry felt. But they, at least, had volunteered for this.
And in no time at all, hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking...Harry felt as separate from the crowd as though they were a different species. And then - it seemed like about a second later to Harry - Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack.
"Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur Delacour.
She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh Green.
It had the number two around its neck And Harry knew, by the fact that Fleur showed no sign of surprise, but rather a determined resignation, that he had been right: Madame Maxime had told her what was coming. The same held true for Krum. He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. He didn't even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground. Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around its neck. Without any real hesitation, as he knew that there was only one dragon left, Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four. It stretched its wings as he looked down at it, and bared its minuscule fangs.
'Perfect,' thought Harry, quickly turning away to retrieve his helmet as his eyes had turned Sith yellow, 'My plans are progressing nicely: as I had hoped, the most fierce of the dragons has become mine: now, to add a little incentive.'
Reaching out with the Force, Harry picked up the minds of the four beasts, their mental presences within him feeling the same as the Krayt Dragon that guarded his treasures. Singling out the Horntail, Harry clenched his hand and willed the Force into the animal's instincts, a mental command echoing through its mind as Harry exclaimed, {You will do whatever you must to protect your eggs!}
"Well, there you are!" said Bagman. "You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons, do you see? Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating. Mr. Diggory, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when you hear a whistle, all right?"
When the first whistle went off, Harry kept himself back, his mind and body flowing with Force Energy, his instincts and dark presence rearing their heads as he waited. All they were to do was collect an egg? That wouldn't be too much of a challenge: why, with his power, Harry could wait for his whistle, stand in the entrance to the arena, lift his hand and summon the egg with the Force.
'But that,' the Sith Lord reasoned, 'Is something that a novice would do or, failing that, a Jedi! I am so much more than both of them and now I am going to prove it.'
When the final whistle went off, Harry left the tent, quickly enforcing his armour and cloak with several fire-proof and indestructible charms, his bodily injuries would be handled as and when he returned to the Complex. Moving through the arched entrance to the arena, Harry looked around calmly, his eyes scanning every nook and cranny for sign of his leather-winged opponent, his body moving with grace and determination as he caught sight of the whole school watching him, his eyes picking out Hermione instantly.
{Trust me love,} Harry sent to her, {I will come back to you.}
{You'd better,} she warned him, before Harry stepped around another of the large brick-like barricades…and a plume of red flames filled his vision!
Holding up his hand, Harry crafted a Force Shield that redirected the fiery onslaught all around him, the crimson conflagration consuming him, forming the image of a whirlwind of flames that enveloped his body, the cries and gasps from the students echoing around the arena as the dragon snapped its jaws shut.
"Is that all you got?" asked Harry, startling them all as he emerged, unharmed, from within the flames, the only sign that the flames had come anywhere near him being the smoky tendrils that trailed off his armour. Brushing the smoke away with a mere wave of his hand, Harry examined the beast before him: it was about the size of two Knight Buses placed end to end, a gigantic black-scaled girth that had wings as long as Harry's arm-span, a pair of cold, golden-coloured eyes staring at the armoured being in front of it.
{That's right,} Harry mentally told the dragon; its mind was easy to reach mainly due to his skill with Parseltongue, {I'm the one that told you to do what you must: I am also a Speaker and I can command you to do what I want you to, so don't think to test me with your insolence: now, Fire-Breather, I command you: give me everything you've got!}
The Horntail seemed to oblige, leaping forwards, its wings unfurled as it attempted to gouge Harry in two: however, thanks to his Force abilities, Harry tapped into the will of the Dark Side and moved with such speed that, to him, the dragon appeared to be moving in slow motion.
The sound of crunching stone came from near Harry, the Sith Lord laughing as he asked, "So, the big lizard wants to play? All right: I'll bite: let's play!"
As the onlookers watched with awe and wonder, Harry then pushed out with his hands, red lightning dancing from his fingertips, striking the wings of the dragon and seemingly sending a surge of power through every muscle and sinew in the beast's body, the dragon roaring in pain as it rounded on Harry, spouting off another burst of flame.
Dodging the blast, Harry shook his head, before the smell of burning filled his nostrils: looking down, the Sith Lord caught sight of his cloak; its edges were smouldering and slowly burning away.
"Okay," he growled, removing his cloak with a real showman's flourish, "Now you've pissed me off: that was my favourite cloak: you're being a bad girl and it's time for me to punish you!"
Clearly released from the electrical onslaught, the Horntail took to the skies, the chain that secured it to the ground seemingly straining to its limits as it dived downwards, its claws flared and wanting to destroy this human who dared to insult her.
"I don't think so," Harry growled, lifting both of his hands to the skies, both of them curled into claw-like gestures of his own making: a loud, painful shriek filled the air and, as the three schools watched, Harry pushed down with his hands, the dragon falling to the ground and writhing in pain, its body twisting and its roars echoing through the stands.
"Potter should be disqualified," roared a Hufflepuff, "He's clearly using the Cruciatus on the dragon."
"Dark wizard!" snarled Ron, most of the others taking up the jeer as Harry looked to them, a cold smile forming beneath his helmet.
It was time…
"A Dark Wizard?" he asked, his demonic voice ringing through the arena, the iciness and malice within its tone not lost on the students and staff as Harry lowered his hands again, though this time the dragon was released, "Is that what you mark me as? I'm sure that even someone like myself could not manage to use the Cruciatus without a wand; I mean, who do you think I am? Voldemort?"
The use of the name had the expected result: combined with the icy tone and malice used by Harry, there were more than shudders being sent through the arena. Yet, as the hush settled once more over the arena, Harry smiled and approached the dragon, placing his hand upon her flank as he spoke to the crowds, "If I am a Dark Wizard, however, then answer me this: do you really think it's a good idea to piss me off?"
The crowds of students seemed unable to answer, but Harry, who was using the Force to restore the health and vitality of the majestic beast before him, gave her another command, this time, in Parseltongue. /I am sorry for the pain you were put through for their enjoyment: serve me and I swear you shall never feel that pain again./
The dragon, clearly now fully restored thanks to Harry's gift, looked him squarely in the eyes, her gaze seemingly penetrating his mind before she spoke to him, /You have darkness, young one: a darkness that my soul has hungered to serve ever since my ancestors served the Dragon Lord: for sparing my life…I am yours./
/Then bow to me,/ Harry commanded, /Let's give these fools something to fear./
As the crowds watched, clearly not understanding why Harry's mouth was moving, the dragon reared up with a roar and bowed to him, the expected reactions coming almost immediately as Harry then climbed up the dragon's wings and took a seat in the hollow of the beast's neck. Looking to the stands, Harry gave a laugh, before he leaned down and whispered into the dragon's ear, before the beast took off into the sky, Harry not even needing to hold on tight as she swooped over to the stands, landing on a seemingly make-shift perch above their heads.
Fear was alive in the students that day as Harry then leaned down, over the side of the beast's back, and offered his hand to Hermione, the Sith Princess taking it straight away and joining her champion on the Horntail's back. From there, she gave him a soft kiss on the metal of his helmet, before she gasped as the dragon bent low and, when it seemed that she wanted to take off, there was a loud scream, a gasp of awe and revulsion and, as the Horntail took off into the skies, Harry and Hermione on her back, she left behind a reminder that Hogwarts would never forget.
Ron Weasley, the one who had originally shunned the Dark Champion, was now up to his tomato-haired head…in dragon shit.
Harry, meanwhile, swooped down on the Horntail's back and retrieved the egg, before he turned and, still sat atop his mighty steed, Harry pushed out with the Force, the sounds of snapping and breaking metal followed by roars of grateful thanks as the three other dragons – the Chinese Fireball, Swedish Short Snout and Welsh Green – all took their place around the Horntail, Harry gesturing once with his hand as he commanded, "GO: Be free from those who would laugh at your imprisonment!"
The dragons roared once more and took off in three different directions, Harry swooping back to the ground and dismounting the Horntail, the black dragon lowering herself to the ground as she settled next to her new master and mistress.
Hermione, seeing that Harry's trial was over, lifted his helmet from his head and proceeded to kiss him senseless, her mind saying the words that her mouth couldn't. {That was genius! No doubt there's going to be a few pissed off witches and wizards and Ron's going to want revenge.}
{Let him come,} Harry laughed, parting the kiss and standing almost triumphantly next to the black Horntail, "She'll eat him for dinner: I wonder if she likes the taste of weasel?"
EyeOfTheStorm
Hermione's guess about there being a few pissed off witches and wizards was right on the money as no sooner had Harry returned to the marquee than the flaps were parted and Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall and Headmistress Madame Maxime entered, followed by Karkaroff, Bagman and Crouch, the latter looking horrified as he stared at Harry.
"Potter," he hissed, "As one of the official Ministry representatives for the Tournament, I demand that you surrender your wand to the panel for testing of the Cruciatus."
"No," Harry replied, expecting this as he then lifted his voice and exclaimed, "I, Harry James Potter do hereby swear on my life and magic that I did not use the Unforgivables in the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament!"
There was a bright and extremely powerful flash of emerald green and, when it faded, Harry shook his head, a cold, scheming smile on his face as he explained, "Well, I'm still alive and…" he pulled out his wand and cast Prongs into the land of the living, "I still have my magic, so you have no evidence against me Crouch, but, being the Ministry, it's no surprise that you're jumping to conclusions."
"But if you did not use the Unforgivables," Dumbledore spoke up, "Then would you care to explain what magic you used against the dragon?"
"Surely even you," Harry replied, staring down Dumbledore, the Dark Side of the Force doing its job to protect his mind and magic from the old man, "Would recognise Elemental Magic when you saw it Headmaster? The Lightning was an Elemental burst of magic channelled to my indecision to survive and the little choking trick; nothing more than a simple Illusion Hex placed on the beast, giving it the impression that it was being strangled by the very chains that bound it to the ground."
"And what about afterwards?" asked McGonagall, "What was it that you were trying to prove by dunking Mr Weasley in the excrement of that beast? What if it had killed either him or Miss Granger?"
"Professor," sighed Harry, his voice dramatically emphasised to prove his point, "Surely you, the Head of Gryffindor, would not be so blind-sighted by your own beliefs that you did not recognise the signs of Parseltongue, the language that I happen to speak? Or did you actually think that I would go into the belly of the beast and out the monster's ass without a real plan?"
"Regardless," Crouch snapped, "Your…actions have cost the Ministry dearly boy: you will be fined for the unauthorised release of four Ministry-owned creatures and you will be investigated thoroughly to ensure that this does not happen again."
Harry's cockiness vanished in a heartbeat: an ominous rumble of thunder filled the air, a powerful dark wind blew all around the marquee and, forsaking everything else in the Tournament or in his life, Harry rounded on Crouch, his hand clenched in the same choking gesture, his eyes on full alert as he hissed, "I warned you Crouch: DO! NOT! CALL! ME! BOY!"
"Potter!" snapped Snape, suddenly appearing at Harry's side, "Enough: release him!"
"As you wish," Harry remarked, lowering his hand, Crouch falling to the ground as Harry turned back to Dumbledore, "Like it or not, old man: I neither need or require anyone's help to succeed in this Tournament, so Crouch's little mind games won't work on me. Now, I have my egg, don't really give two shits about the scores and offer this warning to my fellow…" he gave an amused snort before he added, "…contenders: stay the hell out of my way, because I am going to show you all exactly what a Dark Champion can do and, if I hear Crouch call me boy one more time, he'll need to be sent to St Mungo's."
"Dumbledore," gasped Crouch, "Surely you are not going to let…him get away with this."
"No I am not Barty," Dumbledore answered, "But Harry is right: we accused him of using spells that he no doubt knew were forbidden in the Tournament and has endured trials that none of us can compare to: therefore, as punishment for his actions, I hereby suggest he is kept in the dark as to the next Task's contents."
"Fine!" growled Harry, the golden egg in his hand shattering as his rage was forced into it, "Not like I need to worry anyway: also, as to avoid anymore acts of vengeance or bigotry against me or the one I love, I, Harry Potter, Gryffindor student, hereby plead to Severus Snape for sanctuary under Slytherin's protection."
"Accepted," Severus answered, a strange feeling of understanding working through him: as a Slytherin, Harry wouldn't need to pretend who he was as Slytherins were born to serve the Dark Lord and, as his son, Harry would be their key student. However, there was after the Tournament to consider, but Severus, being Head of House, knew how to get around that, "Provisionally."
"What are the provisions?" asked Harry, aware of fear now coming from Dumbledore: this was going according to plan.
"That your workload and personal standards increase," Severus explained, "That you do not use this mysterious wandless magic of yours on your fellow students and that, at the end of this school year, you and I meet to discuss a permanent place in Slytherin House."
"Accepted," Harry remarked, later noticing the Slytherin Crest on his robe, his armour shining with the light of all the magic that had been displayed that day.
Dumbledore, Crouch and the whole faculty were left stunned, watching as Harry left the marquee, Hermione next to him, sharing his success at his plans going ahead, the two of them freed from their traps and manipulators.
EyeOfTheStorm
When Harry entered the Slytherin Common Room, flanked by Hermione, both of them dressed in their armour, the reaction was almost deafening: cheers and shouts of congratulations rang around the room, none of the snakes even bothering to mention the fact that a Muggleborn was among their ranks. Amidst well-wishes, pats on the back and his hand being shook by everyone in the room, Harry finally found his way to a private desk in the Common Room; clambering on top of it, the Sith Lord held up his hand and the room fell silent.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked straight, the answer surprising him as all of Slytherin answered in unison:
"YES, MY LORD!"
"Yes," Harry replied, "I am not Harry Potter, but someone else altogether: my true identity was a lie for many years but, in the last few months, I have found my true self and become the dark, powerful being that you all just witnessed in the first trial. My real name is Harry Salazar Revan Riddle, son and heir of the Dark Lord and Lady and Heir of Slytherin: outside of these walls, you shall address me as nothing other than Harry or Potter. Now, is that understood?"
"Yes, my Lord!"
"Excellent," smiled Harry, looking to the snakes as he then had a flash of inspiration; lifting his hand again, Harry swept his arm across every head in the room, his voice ringing out as he exclaimed, "You shall never forget these instructions and obey them to the point where you shall know pain if you betray me."
"Yes my Lord," the House replied, albeit this time, their voices were calm and monotone, Harry's Force Domination taking full effect as he leaped down, snapping his fingers in time, thus releasing the House of Slytherin from their trance, the cheers and celebrations continuing, Harry finally glad that he could have a place where he could lose the Harry Potter mask that he had worn for so long and finally embrace who and what he was:
Harry Riddle;
Son of the Dark Lord;
Prince of Darkness and Lord of the Sith;
He knew that the Slytherins were his allies and he would use this to his full advantage, despite the fact that Dumbledore believed that Harry had a disadvantage in not knowing the second task.
'Well,' thought Harry, 'Such a shame that Dumbledore doesn't know about my rather persuasive personality.'
Episode 14 and, while Harry has a new lease on life and can finally stop pretending to be someone he's not, the Tournament continues, but how can Harry use his Slytherin side to become the Dark Champion?
Also, what will happen when Harry decides to take his revenge on those who he feels deserve it? (By that I mean Karkaroff and Crouch…for now.)
Keep Reading to Find Out…
Next Chapter: The Dark Champion meets with a certain tabloid reporter and decides to ensure that his reign as champion isn't put down by some tart; also, the Yule Ball is announced and Ginny is surprised as to who asks her; plus, as the Ball nears, Harry makes a plan to make a real impression on the night and a challenge is issued to the Sith Lord; will he accept? What do you think?
Please Read and Review…
NOTE: I would like to thank king1367 for the idea of how to treat the dragon in this chapter;