I do not own anything to do with Star Wars and Harry Potter, rights are currently held by Disney and Warner Bros respectively.

.

Duel

.

The Great Hall seemed to be both quieter and yet noisier than normal as the students exchanged excited whispers. At the Ravenclaw table, Harry finished his lunch and looked round at the others in his house.

"So, who placed bets on me?" He joked and almost half the students looked away or blushed. Hermione reached across and swatted him.

"Word got out." Padma said quietly, glancing round. "With you being the Jedi-Who-Lived…"

Harry sighed and Padma hid a grin as she continued.

"…and all of that other hyphenated stuff you hate, the Owlery was absolutely empty this morning. Only Fay was left in there."

"Word did indeed get out." Flitwick said and Harry jolted before spinning round to stare at the Head of House who had somehow snuck up behind him. "Your duel with Malfoy and his helpers will be taking place outside. First though, if you could come up to the staff table?"

Harry rose and followed Flitwick. At the Slytherin table, he saw Professor Snape talking to Draco before the blond rose and followed Snape to the front of the hall. Following Flitwick's silent prompting, Harry turned to face the now-silent hall, then the doors opened and a pair of figures entered, one with midnight-black hair, the other with hair so blond it was almost white.

"Lord Black, Lord Malfoy, welcome to Hogwarts." McGonogall said as she rose from her chair. "We are honoured by your presence this fine day."

"Thank you for inviting us." Sirius said and Malfoy glanced at him with annoyance before speaking.

"I am quite certain that like myself, Lord Black would not wish to miss this interesting demonstration. I myself am intrigued by the chance to witness a trainee Jedi in action."

Harry almost smiled at the barb hidden in Malfoy's smooth speech.

"Oh yes!" Sirius said, slapping his hand to his head. "Harry, your mother sent a message, the fourth has been dealt with."

Malfoy frowned slightly. "The fourth? The fourth what?"

"Jedi business." Sirius shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried not to grin. "Don't worry about it."

Malfoy's frown deepened when he saw Harry grinning.

"By the way," Sirius said, turning his attention to Draco, "Have you chosen your helpers? Who are they?"

Draco nodded stiffly. "I have, and they have honoured my request by accepting. I call upon Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini."

Sirius frowned and made a production of counting on his fingers. "Ummm, Draco, much as I hate to cast doubt on your ability to handle numbers higher than one, that's only two."

"Lucien Bole asked if he could join us." Draco said as the aforementioned Slytherin stood up to join the other two he had named. "Because of the respect I have for him, I could not gainsay his request."

"Bole… Bole…" Sirius mused, then his eyebrows. "Ah yes, Bole! I met your dad once, didn't I? How is the old duellist?"

"Still limping." Lucien replied coldly, glaring at the grinning Sirius.

"I always knew he had a limp… you know." Sirius chortled, causing a wave of laughter to sweep the hall and Lucien visibly clenched his teeth. "Well, let's go… oh, I am sorry, Minnie, I didn't mean to try and take over."

"I'm sure." McGonogall replied in a desert-dry tone. "Seating has been set up outside, you may head out once you are finished eating."

"I brought popcorn!" Sirius stage-whispered, causing Harry to start laughing.

.

"Lord Black."

"Minister Fudge." Sirius replied with a polite nod. "I see that you decided to come and watch as well."

"Of curse." Fudge snorted. "I mean, the Boy-Who-Lived fighting a duel, and voluntarily handicapping himself by not using magic but relying on this jeddar way."

"Jedi way." Sirius corrected. "I've gone up against a Jedi myself… my second cousin is training to be a Jedi Blademaster, he's a true natural. In fact, there he is! Abraham!"

Fudge looked on in surprise as a young boy with a pronounced resemblence to Sirius walked over and bowed.

"Lord Black."

"Jedi Padawan Abraham Black, this is the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and his toad… sorry, I mean undersecretary Dolores Umbridge. Dolores, Cornelius, my cousin Abraham."

"Good to meet you." Cornelius smiled genially. "I bet you're awaiting the day you can go to Hogwarts."

"No sir, I'm a muggle." Abraham replied, causing Fudge's eyes to widen and Umbridge's to narrow in disgust.

"But… you're a Jedi? How can you be a muggle?"

"I cannot use magic, but I can use the Force." Abraham said, holding out his hand and levitating a stone from the path before releasing it. "I am a Jedi. I may not be a Jedi-Mage, but I am still a Jedi."

Before Fudge could reply, the noise of the assembled crowd rose and Sirius smirked.

"And here comes Harry and his victi… I mean rivals."

Fudge turned to watch the five boys step onto the raised duelling platform while Flitwick and Snape took positions at either end. A moment later, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd and strode forwards, every other step producing a wooden noise. Reaching the platform, he stepped onto it and nodded for Flitwick and Snape to begin raising the shields that would protect the audience. The crowd noise abruptly halted as he spoke.

"For those of you who do not know me, my name is Alistair Moody, Auror, retired. I was asked to oversee this duel and to ensure fair play. The rules are as follows, use of the Unforgivables means that you answer to me and I warn you, the Dementors of Azkaban are kinder than I am. Any attempt to target a non-combatant will be met with deadly force. You begin when I say and stop when I say. Tano! I heard you agreed to take them all on at once, correct?"

Harry nodded as he shed his outer robe and began performing a few limbering-up exercises.

"I've set my lightsaber so that it stuns on contact."

Moody nodded. "Good. I've heard that on certain settings it can cut through anything and as such may count as a lethal spell or equivalent. "

"You can thank Luna Lovegood." Harry shrugged. "She made a couple of suggestions while she was building her lightsaber and to our amazement, we found that it worked. The rest of us rebuilt our lightsabers accordingly. Thank goodness for runic enchantments, that's all I'll say about it."

Moody nodded, his artificial eye rolling in its socket.

"Good. Tano, do you wish to go through with this?"

"I do."

"Malfoy, do you wish to go through with this?"

"Of course. As a Pureblood, I could do no less." Draco sneered as he pulled a wand out of his sleeve. Behind him, the other three followed his action, although Lucien also moved sideways to clear some space around him. Moody frowned.

"Pre-loaded combat wands? Those are restricted."

Draco's sneer intensified. "They are perfectly legal for honour-duels."

Moody nodded unwillingly and stepped back, casting a shield around himself. "True. Then… begin!"

Harry activated his lightaber, the green blade matching his eyes almost perfectly,then whipped it round in a figure of eight as a trio of spells were fired at him. The spells bounced off his blade and the boys who fired them had to dive out of the way as their attacks were returned.

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry spun and his humming blade reflected the bolt of light. Lucien froze, his face an almost comical picture of disbelief as the reflected disarming spell hit Draco, causing him to fly backwards while his wand arced through the air. As it landed, Harry stepped heavily on it, breaking it.

"You'll pay for that, scarhead!" Draco snarled, pulling out his normal wand. "That wand was expensive! Stupefy!"

Harry almost lazily reflected the spell, sending it towards Lucien, who blocked it with a hasty Protego, then he thrust his hand out, using the Force to knock Draco off his feet. Theodore and Blaize glanced at each other, then started unleashing spells rapidly from their own pre-loaded wands. As the spells flashed towards Harry, he smiled and then started to dodge, seeming to dance between the bolts of light.

.

"That has to be magic!" Dolores snarled and Sirius raised his hand, showing that he was holding a wand that was not his own.

"My godson asked me to hold his wand for him. Now, unless you think that he's using magic without a wand…"

Dolores fired an angry glare at him, then shook her head jerkily.

"Then watch the power of a Jedi."

.

Theodore fell to the ground screaming in pain as the reflected bone-shattering curse impacted on his right shin. A Force-push by Harry slid him over to the edge of the stage, where Lucien stunned him before picking up the dropped battle-wand.

"Malfoy, catch!"

Draco caught the thrown wand and started to fire spells from it, then he dived sideways as a cutting hex scythed back at him, slicing through his robe but somehow avoiding actually drawing blood.

"You… peasant!" He shrieked. "You filthy blood-traitor! Do you know how much these robes cost? I'll kill you for that, half-blood!"

Harry spun and deflected a hex fired by Lucien, then he seemed to blur forwards, passing between both Draco and Blaise as his lightsaber described a circle that briefly seemed to bisect both boys. With identical expressions of shock, they collapsed.

"I yield."

Harry glanced at Lucien, who was placing his wands on the floor. "You yield? Why?"

"You have proven that you can deflect any spell I send at you, including the Expelliarmus. An area-effect spell might work, but I don't know any at this time and none were loaded into the battle-wands. I have no chance of winning and no desire to be injured or stunned like the others with the resulting loss of prestige and respect. Therefore, I yield."

"Heh." Moody snorted. "Well said, very intelligent. I'd do the same in that situation. Tano wins. Kid, can I get lessons in that?"

Harry deactivated his lightsaber and returned it to his waist-sash before replying.

"That… depends, sir. May I test you to see if you have a Force affinity?"

Moody nodded and Harry reached up to touch his forehead. After a brief moment, he stepped back.

"Sorry, sir. You don't have a connection to the Force."

Moody shrugged. "Ah well, would have been nice. You won quite fast, kid. I've seen duels that lasted a full hour."

Harry shrugged. "It seemed unecessary to drag it out. Besides, I wanted to see how Abraham was doing. Hey, Abe, care for a spar?"

Abraham leapt onto the now-unshielded stage and strode past where Snape and Flitwick were loading the three fallen Slytherins onto stretchers. "Sting or stun?"

"Sting." Harry said, his fingers twisting a ring around the pommel of his lightsaber. Abraham nodded and drew his own saber, igniting it.

"Sir, if you would?"

Moody grinned ferociously. "Okay, begin!"

The green and silver blades crashed against each other, then Harry disengaged and attacked again. Evading by a bare inch, Abraham somersaulted over Harry's head, his vertical slash almost making contact with the frantically-evading older boy. Another crash of sabers seemed to echo across the castle grounds and the two boys grinned at each other before disengaging and moving to attack once again, their combat seeming to be on the border between battle and dancing.

.

"…ow."

"You're not as rusty as I expected." Abraham smiled as he rubbed at his left arm. "That was a damned good counter, I'll have to remember that one."

Harry let one eye open just enough to let him glare up at the younger Jedi who was smiling down at him. "Dammit, I thought I was getting better."

"Speed, improvisation, agility… but your weakness is not your technique." Abraham returned. "Your Shii-Cho is indeed powerful, I had to resort to Juyo to counter it."

Harry sighed and let his head drop back onto the duelling platform. "How long before you get your knighthood again?"

"I still have a great deal to learn." Abraham shrugged, glancing round at the wide-eyed crowd. "You are far ahead of me in everything bar bladework."

"Didn't stop you kicking my ass all round the arena." Harry groaned and Abraham laughed.

"Well, it may be because I know my path." He smiled. "I intend to become a full Blademaster and to teach the ways of the lightsaber to the new trainees once I become a Jedi Knight. You, Luna and Hermione still have to choose your destinations before you can truly begin your journeys."

For a long moment, Harry stared at Abraham, then he shook his head.

"You've been pracising that, haven't you? The zen of the Jedi."

Abraham smirked but didn't deny it.

"We never should have let you watch BraveStarr." Harry mourned. "You took to the Shaman character too much."

Abraham laughed at Harry's woebegone tone but didn't deny it.

"Excellent fight, Potter, Black." Moody growled as he stomped over. "I'd hate to go against you, either of you. Who trained you?"

"My mother." Harry said as he heaved himself into a sitting position.

"Lily?" Moody asked disbelievingly and Abraham shook his head.

"Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano, the one who adopted Harry after rescuing him from the Dursleys."

Moody nodded. "Ah, right. Can I meet her? From how she's got you two trained, I think that she'd be quite interesting."

"We'll see." Harry said diplomatically and Moody grunted before stomping off.

"Alright, show's over, you lot can skedaddle!"

Abraham offered his hand and when Harry grabbed it, helped him to stand.

"We'll have to do that again some time." He grinned.

"You just like thrashing me." Harry mock-protested, causing the younger Jedi to laugh.