Author's Note: Events from Revenge of the Sith come in. Enjoy!

Harry stood outside the Supreme Chancellor's quarters. He paused, head tilting, there was a reason not to enter immediately. He leant closer. "Order 66," Palpatine's Sith voice spoke.

"Understood Sir," came the reply.

Harry pulled back and took a deep breath. He had done all that he could to prevent what Palpatine wanted on that score, he needed to focus upon this moment.

With a flick of the wrist, the door opened and he stepped through. "Young Harry," Palpatine greeted warmly. "I had hoped you had not been deployed off planet."

He kept his expression smooth – using his training to keep his emotions and thoughts from flicking across his face. "It was decided that I would be of more use here," he replied, voice easy.

"Come in," he invited warmly. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"No thank you," he replied, unable to prevent the thought that if he were the same age as his body, he would have been unable to prevent himself from having an outburst or otherwise giving himself away. "My needs were fulfilled before I came here."

"To what do I owe this visit?" he asked, tone still genial.

Now. "I heard you give the order," he stated. "I know what it means," he continued earnestly, "and I know the truth of you." He let his distaste show on his expression.

Palpatine let his genial persona drop. "No matter," he stated as he stepped from behind his desk. "As we speak the Jedi are being eliminated," he spoke with relish.

Harry smirked. "On the contrary, you just gave the order for all Sith to be destroyed," he spoke with satisfaction of his own. "I made sure of it." He grinned at the shock on the older man's face. "If you had Clone Troops in here now, they would be targeting you."

"You will not have time to savour your victory," he spoke, raising his hand. "Now you die." Lightning sprang from his hands, shooting toward Harry. Harry's spine arched, his eyes filled with crackling lightning. He felt the power infusing his cells, painful but not fatal.

Palpatine ended his attack, staring in shock that the brunet was still standing. "How?"

"You don't know my secrets," he stated. He locked gazes with his opponent. "And you never will." The lightning in his system churned within him, fusing with the Force and his magic. With a thought, he sent the turbulent mass of energy toward Palpatine, knowing even as he did so that the other would be unable to defend against it. He watched dispassionately as the older man let out a pained, disbelieving sound and disintegrated to dust.

Harry locked his knees, he would not fall. Not here. Gathering his still-unexhausted magic, he transported himself somewhere safe. His last thought, before darkness claimed his vision, was that he was glad that nebulous destination had turned out to be the Temple.

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Harry blinked awake on a cot. His former Master at his bedside. "How lo-" he attempted voice rough.

"Several days," he replied gravely, helped his former-padawan to sit so that he could drink. "Almost a week."

"So longer than last time," he murmured, collapsing back against his pillows with a groan.

"Yes," he stated. "Speaking of, did that last time have something to do with Order 66?"

"Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answer?" he murmured.

"Because at this moment you cannot escape."

"I could," he protested.

"But you know better than to try," he persisted.

"Not without an emergency," he acknowledged. Qui-Gon waited. "Fine. I helped the Troops change the Order from target all Jedi, to target all Sith. They were all willing," he insisted.

"I know," he replied. "Even for something as grave as the genocide of all Jedi, you would not have forced your will upon another."

"The first is always the easiest, and I am far too similar to Tom to take the risk," he murmured.

"You are too hard upon yourself," the older brunet stated. He let out a sigh. "I will be unable to help you past that flaw, if I have not already been able to do so. Would you like to know what happened while you recovered?"

"Please," he replied instantly, shifting into a more comfortable position.

"The war is ended," he stated. "There were a few losses, given that each Jedi's support troops suddenly stopped following directives to target any Sith in the area, but far less than if they had followed the original Order 66." Harry blew out a breath. "Unfortunately, even the best battles have some loss of life," he stated. "Take heart that a great many Jedi were saved because of your actions." He regarded him for a moment.

"Two," he stated. Qui-Gon's eyebrows rose. "In my dream, only two Jedi survived; Obi-Wan and Yoda."

"Then we all have a greater reason to be thankful for your arrival in our world." He blushed. "You take compliments with such difficulty."

Harry lifted a shoulder. "You know why."

"I do," he replied, laying his hand over the younger brunet's hand.

"What about Padme?"

"She has yet to give birth," he answered. "Although, the Healers believe it will be soon. Perhaps you will have enough time to recover before then."

"I better," he retorted. "I gave my word to be with them when the time comes," he stated. He sighed. "Give me whatever concoction they advise," he sighed.

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Harry's head tilted, it was time. He shot to his feet and ran for the room the Healers had set up Padme. He was met by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan on the way. After all, the three of them were determined to be there for Anakin and Padme when their children came into the world.

He slid into the room, spotting Anakin's relieved expression before he schooled it. "Are you-" Padme began.

"I am well enough to be here with you," he interrupted gently as he settled on one side of her.

"We have made sure of it," Qui-Gon assured as he settled opposite his former-padawan.

"Although this time, he was willing," Obi-Wan added lightly with a smile as he placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder, and he felt him relax. He would not take away anything from Anakin in this moment, however, he was glad that his presence helped his former-padawan to release his worries and be in the moment.

"Squeeze my hand," Anakin urged, taking hold of hers. "I can easily heal any broken fingers," he added with a grin.

She let out a soft laugh, before tensing as a contraction began. "Just breathe," Harry urged. "Women have been giving birth for millennia, and will continue to long after this," he spoke, voice soothing. "It hurts, but nothing worth having is easy," he added. The couple shared a smile, and Padme took a deep breath sensing the next contraction, breathing out solidly as it hit.

With a deferential nod to the Knights, the Healer took over and settled between Padme's parted legs, ready to do all she could to bring this new life into the world without losing the mother too.