Written by: DarthPel, TheDeadGirlRisen

Beta'ed by: TheDeadGirlRisen

Author Notes: This is the TheDeadGirlRisen Approved Version. (Other version coming to a pervert near you *winks*)

DGR A/N: Yup, no incest in this one.

Discord code: uQx3cxRwb4

Word Count: 4,442

Date Written: 4/1/2021

Date Posted: 4/9/21

Arrival of a Child

Palpatine laughed jolly, it was a good day, a good day indeed. It was as the Dark Side of the Force had told him, the sweet little whispers assuring him of his success. While Darth Plagueis, his old master was somewhat of a genius, he had also been an idiot. Creating a child out of the Force, it had rebelled against his old master, and had taken him decades of maneuvering and plotting to find the perfect apprentice, only to end up with a crippled pathetic mess known as Darth Vader, who refused to unleash his full potential, holding onto the bitter attachment he had for his master, himself of course.

While having a loyal lapdog was pleasing at first, he quickly grew weary of the armored half man. His apprentice grew sloppier and sloppier as time grew by, Vader went from a sharp man able to quell anyone that held traitorous motives against his empire, he had now grown to be no more than a blunt tool to be wielded by the hands of one of his Moffs or Admirals, if they didn't fail him of course.

Thus leaving him with the need to find a new apprentice, one more powerful, far beyond what Vader would ever achieve. He needed a young apprentice, unhindered by the lack of limbs that Skywalker had developed.

But he wouldn't make the same mistake that Plagueis had made, no he wouldn't create his apprentice. Instead, he would turn to a special tool that he had acquired. A room of mirrors that allowed him to peer beyond the veil and range of the Force, with the aid of old Sith Magic. One of the few things left, not burned by Gravid's madness. The Dark Emperor chuckled, as he entered his special room. The Force whispering into his ear, "Today was the day."

Dorea Potter rocked on her wooden chair back and forth, calming her fussy Grandson, One Harry James Potter. Lily and James having just an hour prior gone over to Hogwarts to meet with the resident medic, Poppy Pomfrey, after little Ivy, the younger sibling of Harry, came down with a fever that wouldn't break despite her parents and grandmother's best attempt. It was a worrying spectacle.

Suddenly, alarms went off in her mind as the wards began to quickly fail and cease to exist. Potter Manor was under attack! She stood up, quickly sweeping across the room, she set the baby in his crib. Waving her wand around the room, Dorea took a deep breath, telling herself "Lily was a brilliant witch. The Ritual will work, Charlus, I'll be seeing you again soon."

The first Death Eater appeared through the door frame, to be quickly killed by a well placed killing curse. A healer she may have been while Grindelwald was running around Europe in the Great War, or as her daughter in law said it was known to muggles, as the Second World War. But she never shied away from cursing or killing anyone that threatened her charges, or family.

Another Death Eater soon made the same mistake as the first, falling to the wand of the Elder Potter. A raspy voice hissing as an insidious figure approached the doorway, "My… Dorea, what would your dear husband think?"

Voldemort summons the rocking chair blocking the killing curse aimed his way, as he speaks, "You still have a chance to join me and live, foolish woman. Let me see the child."

"Over my dead body," the Elder Potter declares, only to receive gleeful laughter, "As you wish. Avada Kedavra!"

The her last words came out in a strangle scream, yelling out, "Haaaaarrryyyy!" as Dorea Potter, at the tender age of 61 dropped dead on the floor. Her eyes, still open facing her Grandson as he began to scream and cry out for her. She wouldn't hear or answer his cries, nor was she able to see the green glow that began surrounding Harry Potter, nor the narrowed eyes of the self styled Dark Lord looking at the baby as he raised his wand arm to rid himself of one more possible threat, as his wand lit up, Harry Potter gave one last scream as his little body disappeared in a flash of light.

The room sat silent for a moment, before Voldemort began to curse everything in visible distance, "Dammmmmn youuuu Potteeeeeers!"

Outside, cloaked and masked followers of the Dark Lord looked at each other with nervousness as what through the flashing light visible through the windows looked to be the duel of a century.

One Death eater going as far, stating "I am bloody glad I didn't follow the two fellows in there. Seems like a death trap to me."

"Shut up Rabastan!" his brother, Rodolphus, yelled out, how dare he doubt the dark lord Voldemort?

Owen and Beru Lars woke up with a start at the sound of loud cries, the two looking at each other, Owen asking in a grumbling tone, "What the bantha poodoo does Luke want now?"

"Owen that's not Luke!" Beru states, rushing out of the room, to find a black haired green eyed baby crying hysterically on their living room floor. Alarmed at the development the blond haired woman picked up the crying boy, though that only seemed to agitate him further into his fit.

Owen returned moments later, face hardened as he shook his head, "There's no sign of a break in."

There was a moment of silence between the two as the woman tried her best to calm the child. Soon enough someone else joined them as 8-year-old Luke Skywalker was woken up by the sound of the crying child, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he asked, "What's with the screaming?"

"Go back to sleep Luke." his uncle ordered, only to be informed, "It's 10 to 0600"

"Well, that's convenient," the sarcasm that dripped off the burly man caused the younger blond to snort.

"Owen," Beru began with the bundle in her arms having finally fell asleep from exhaustion, "Do you think we…"

Seeing where his wife was going with that he quickly replied, "Oh no… nononononono, we don't need the batty old man."

4 Hours laters

Ben raised an eyebrow seeing the two Lar's standing in front of him, and Owen Lars's disgruntled expression even as Beru gently rocked a baby. A baby he noted that did not look like either of them.

Taking the initiative Beru began, "We found him in our living room, there was no sign of forced entry, though he was crying hysterically. We don't know what to do or who to turn to, we don't even have a name."

He gave a small hum, looking at the baby who by their admission seemed to appear out of nowhere, "May I?" he asked, holding his arms out, knowing there was only so much he could look at from a distance.

Beru held out the baby for him to take, nodding.

Ben reached out, taking the baby into his arms, and almost as soon as he had firmly grasped the child he felt the Force pull his mind away and he caught a flash of green, and a woman screaming out, "Haaaaarrryyyy!"

Then it was over.

"The baby's name is Harry," he informed the Lars. Ben looked down at the resting child, "He's alone now."

The Lars needed no further explanation to understand, the already disgruntled Owen grumbled, "What do we do about this one?"

Ben looked at the child, remembering younger days when he had raised An- raised a younger child, and though he wanted to take the child, he felt his years wearing at him, "You could raise him," he suggested, handing the baby back towards Beru.

"Think about it Owen, Luke is pretty lonely on the farm, and come time he could help around when he's older," the elder blond woman pleaded, having grown accustomed to the weight in her arm, "He could even be Luke's brother, two Skywalkers."

"One Skywalker is trouble enough," Owen grumbled.

Ben though nodded, "That is a good idea," and it was, if Vader ever got word of the name Skywalker on Tatooine, he might be thrown off course by a second Skywalker, one much younger than his children's age.

"Fine," Owen grumbled, "thanks a lot," and walking as fast as he could, he sped towards the speeders.

Sighing, Beru thanked the hermit in earnest, "Thanks a lot, Ben… I have a feeling we will be seeing you a lot more often due to the little one."

Knowing that Beru was more compassionate, something Luke had definitely learned from her, he spoke, "Harry isn't Force-sensitive, not like Luke is… but… there is something unusual. I do not know what it is, but I thought I should inform you."

Harry was an odd child indeed, unusual things happened whenever the child had emotional outbursts, on stranger episodes, he'd even disappear from his spot only to be found elsewhere. Other times Aunt Beru, Uncle Owen, and even Luke would walk in on toys floating around the room much to the bubbling delight of the toddler. At best, the most Luke ever did was summon objects or push them away. One thing was for sure, Harry Skywalker was certainly an oddity in the lars household.

Luke had been delighted to find out he now had a sibling, an excitement that grew as the years passed. No longer feeling so alone on the farm, though, the two occasionally had the expected sibling spats. Especially as Harry grew older, and began following his older brother around everywhere, or wanting the same things Luke wanted.

Needless to say, there wasn't a boring day around the Lars household. Not anymore at least.

Five years after the unexpected arrival, the four were sitting at the dinner table, Aunt Beru and Luke talking chirpily while Harry mirrored Owen's grumpy attitude, the black haired Skywalker was not a morning person, he wasn't pleased.

"Harry, once you finish with that damn droid, you will join me and Luke in the farm today," Uncle Owen announced.

Prompting Luke to state, "Well, it seems you finally get to get your hands dirty with some moisture extraction."

"Luke!" Aunt Beru exclaimed out loud, as Owen and the guilty boy chuckled, while the black haired 5-year-old stared cluelessly at his sibling. Eventually he gave up and went back to his breakfast.

The day went on as usual, he worked with the boring old edu-droid on his schooling. Once he finished, he went out towards his uncle's moisture farm, where he saw the old man cleaning his hand with a towel while his brother stood with his hands at his hips.

"Who is the midget?" Bigg Darklighter asked upon seeing the child with the black hair and green eyes who hid behind Luke. The teen was a neighbor and friend of Luke Skywalker, who decided to stop by.

Luke put a hand on Harry's shoulder and encouraged him out, as he said, "This here is Harry, he's my younger brother. Sorry Bigg's, but I won't be able to go flying today, got stuck at the farm, again,"

"Oh well, can't be helped, maybe next week?"

"Yea, maybe."

Sighing Owen stated, "Well boys, looks like we need to make a trip to Mos Eisley,"

At Mos Eisley.

"Harry, stick close to me," the rough voice of his uncle instructed, as they walked across the crowded streets. The six year old did his best to stay close to his guardian, as his sibling wandered off, presumably to other stores, he was 13, after all and able to wander off on his own.

However, soon Harry grew increasingly distracted, and before he knew it he separated himself from his uncle. Upon noticing, the black haired boy began running around the settlement, unfortunately, not paying attention to the road ahead of him as he inspected every alley and person he bumped into someone.

Falling back on his ass, Harry saw who he had bumped into was a bounty, mandalorian if the green armor and helmet with a T shaped visor was anything to go by.

At first the person only spared him a single glance, but after a moment the bounty hunter punched the wall, "Osik!" the bounty hunter turned towards him, "Kid, you made me miss my target," the way he spoke was threateningly, and the fact he had his blaster aimed at the green eyed child.

Harry didn't want to be there any longer, he wanted to be anywhere but there. He closed his eyes as he flinched away, something familiar bubbling under his skin, and then, he was gonee.

Harry opened his eyes, feeling an overwhelming oppression weighing down on him.

Standing there was the single darkest thing he had ever seen, it was suffocating, as if he would never feel happiness again.

A voice, commanding in presence spoke from the darkness, "Who are you, child?"

"H-Harry Skywalker, Sir," the boy answered, fear clear through his voice.

"Skywalker, eh? How peculiar..." an old man stood from his chair, seemingly floating towards Harry, and pressed a single finger on his forehead, watching the child crumble into unconsciousness. Reaching into his robes, Palpatine pulled his communicator, ordering, "Bring me sample 1."

It seemed his next apprentice had arrived.

He had thought his next apprentice had been lost when the child hadn't appeared. But now the child had arrived, though he seemed extremely weak in the Force. Perhaps he could fix it, and bind the child at the same time.

When the 6-year-old awoke once more, he was on a comfortable bed, the old man standing just to the side, "Good morning, are you alright?"

"I'm… fine, where am I, sir?" the six year old asked.

The old man gave a smile, "You're in my palace."

"Palace?" Harry gwaked, eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes my dear boy, if you don't mind, I have a few questions for you," the old man asked, giving the child a disarming smile.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" there was a light haze on Harry's mind, making him a little uncomfortable.

"I would like to know how you got here, you seemed to just appear out of thin air," the man said, hands folded behind his back.

Sitting up, the Skywalker frowned and admitted, "I… don't know, sometimes, when I'm scared, or angry, I simply disappear from one place and appear in another, I… can't control it."

"That's a very special ability you have, my boy. But, you said your name was Harry Skywalker?"

Harry nods, but says nothing else, getting the feeling the old man had something important to say, "I'm afraid that you aren't actually a Skywalker, you see, the only Skywalker is my apprentice, and his only children died with his wife in childbirth."

"That's not true! My brother is also Skywalker and Luke is the best!" the boy claimed with wide eyes.

"Oh? Why don't you tell me more about this brother of yours?" the old man, who still hasn't introduced himself, asked with curiosity.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself? You are a stranger," the boy asked with a frown.

"My apologies my boy, my name is Sheev Palpatine," the man seemed to give a strained chuckle, "More commonly known as Emperor Palpatine."

"Uncle Owen complains about the empire alot… but I guess… if Luke wants to join the imperial academy it can be that bad right?" the boy asked in a murmur

Palpatine smiled, "I'm glad to hear that your brother is interested in joining, I'm sure he would be an excellent addition to the empire."

"Oh yeah! Luke is the best, he can nail any target even going at max speed in his Skyhopper! Not to mention he's very smart, can tell things are going to happen before they actually do! He would probably be the best pilot in the Empire! Though… he'd have to wait four more years before he is of age to join," The young Skywalker rambled off, giving Palpatine exactly what he needed to know.

"You're brother truly does sound gifted, I look forward to seeing what all he can accomplish, but what about you?" Palpatine prodded the boy.

"I'm not nearly as good as him with that sixth sense of his, but I want to be a pilot just like him! And fly all over the galaxy! Visit every planet!" Harry chatted up excitedly.

"You do remind me of Anakin Skywalker, despite not being related to him by blood."

"What do you mean not related by blood, if we have the same last name, doesn't that mean we are family?" the innocent child asked confused'

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but while you were asleep I ran a blood test to see if you were related to the Skywalkers, but you're not. You must have been adopted."

"Adopted?" Harry didn't understand what that meant, but it was obvious it wasn't good news if the face of the kind old man- emperor, was anything to go by.

"Yes, it means that your birth parents either died, or gave you up, and that another family took you in."

"So, Luke isn't my real… family? But… he's always been so kind! And my aunt and uncle! How can they not be my real family?"

"Just because you aren't related to them by blood, doesn't mean they don't care for you, after all I like to consider Anakin my grandson, despite us not being related."

Harry simply sat and said nothing, his whole world crumbling around him despite Palpatine's words.

Palpatine offered a friendly smile, "You know… there might be a way to change that, so you would be related to the Skywalkers but-"

"I'll take it!" the boy hurriedly agreed.

"Are you sure my boy, it's qu-"

"I'm sure, can we do it now?"

"Very well then," the old man moved towards the door, gesturing for Harry to follow him. They walked through hallways, men in white armor saluting Palpatine as he passed before continuing on with their duties.

Harry stared with wide eyes, in awe at how much respect the old man seemed to hold. He had never seen anyone treated this way before.

The Ritual chamber was a sectioned off corner of the large palace, after having a meal brought to him by one of the Palace droids, he was ready, and Palpatine brought him in.

Inside the room it was bare, with on a table at the center of the room, in which sat a container, what Palpatine explained to be some ink, a needle gun, and two tubes, and a brush. Taking a small gulp. Harry walked towards the table, he was ready…

Palpatine began the show by painting some runes over his small body, singing some sort of hymn as he did so.

If Harry was honest, it was a bit creepy, but at the same time… it seemed familiar, like in the back of his brain. It had the odd effect of calming him down.

The old man worked fast for his age, covering his body in strange writing within a few minutes. Setting the inkwell down, Palpatine picked up the needle and inserted into it the first of the two tubes, his chanting intensified, and Harry could feel something deep within his skin, beginning to boil. One injection, and then another, the boy could make out the word Skywalker, and Palpatine with each injection placed.

Darkness seemed to surround the room, not as a feeling, but literal shadows coming alive, and almost leaping from shadow to shadow there was lightning. Harry watched the lightning, distracted from everything else for a moment before the lightning changed directions, heading straight for him.

Pain erupted from his body, as everything burned, he wanted to go back home, back to Aunt Beru, back to Luke, even grumpy old Owen. Harry pleaded with the powers that be mentally, as everything burned, broke, teared, split, it was as if he was being born anew, baptized into a pit of lightning and pain.

Unknown to him, Palpatine lowered the intensity of his lightning as the old Sith watched in fascination when a green glow surrounded Harry, and in an explosion that knocked the ruler of a galaxy off his feet, the boy disappeared.

Leaving an intrigued Palpatine behind, the old man became interested in the awakening of such power.

He might have lost his future apprentice again, but now that he knew what he looked like, he had a better chance of finding him again, especially since he had a link to the boy's mind.

Aunt Beru jumped out of her chair as she saw an explosion of green light coming from Harry's room. Finding the boy there, covered in some sort of ink, exhausted and tear-stained. The boy didn't do much beyond weakly calling her name out before he collapsed.

Owen be damned, she would call Obi-Wan and have him help Harry, and Luke control their powers before either of them got seriously hurt.

Ben blinked, seeing a distraught-looking Beru standing in front of him carrying a wounded-looking Harry, and Luke trailing after her, Owen nowhere in sight.

Looking at Harry, he frowned, seeing some sort of deep red borderline brown marks on his skin, marks that looked strangely familiar. It took a long moment for him to realize that these marks were Sith symbols.

He narrowed his eyes at Beru, "What happened?"

"We don't know," Beru answered frantically, "Yesterday, Harry and Luke went with Owen to Mos Eisley when Harry disappeared, today he reappeared in a green explosion in his room… looking like this!"

Ben turned towards Harry, seeing the boy was unconscious, he gestured for them to come inside.

Because besides for the physical difference, Ben could feel that the boy's Force presence was different. Whatever had happened had changed the boy, and for their safety he had to know what.

An hour later, Harry began to show signs of consciousness, groans and twitches escaped from his lips.

Ben, used his Force presence to add a calming aura, setting everyone at peace as best as he could.

"W-where? Palpatine?"

At that name, a shiver went down his spine as he straightened up, eyes wide.

"Aunt Beru?" the boy asked with wide eyes, hurt, confusion, and a storm of emotion buffeting both force sensitives in the room, prompting Luke to step forth, "It's okay Harry, you're safe."

"Can you tell us what happened?" Ben asked the young boy.

"I… where should I start?" the boy asked, still sounding confused.

"The beginning, preferably," Ben stated, causing the boy to nod.

"After I got separated from Uncle Owen.." the boy began, launching himself into his tale of meeting the bounty hunter, having a blaster rifle aimed at him, teleporting into the imperial palace, meeting Emperor Palpatine, but then he stopped.

"Emperor Palpatine said that I wasn't really your family…" Harry admits, "He said that he could make me into a Skywalker," pausing to dry the tears that began to flow down his face. The boy took a moment to recollect his thoughts before continuing, "So I accepted."

Beru hugged the boy tightly, "You might not be ours by blood, but you will always be our family, Harry. Always."

Ben on the other hand paused, feeling the changes that had taken place in the young boy, and with the story... "Whatever the sith did, it definitely changed something," he murmured, more to himself than to the people in the room.

"He injected something in me, with each injection he chanted, 'Skywalker' and 'Palpatine'," Harry informed Ben, feeling it would be better to leave nothing out.

That was very worrying, not just the inclusion of the name Skywalker, but of the inclusion of his own name. "What exactly did you tell him?" Ben asked gently, wondering if the Skywalkers needed to move before the emperor and Vader arrived.

"I told him that there was no way I couldn't be a Skywalker, and about big brother Luke," the six-year-old confessed.

Ben swallowed, "Did you tell him where we live?"

"No, and he didn't ask," Harry informed the old jedi.

Ben tensed, the fact that Palpatine didn't even ask… "Mrs. Lars, I would like your permission to scan Harry's mind, I want to make sure it's clear of any influence Sidious might have placed on your young charge."

Beru easily agreed, she wanted nothing more than to make sure her little Harry was safe after all. Ben smiled, looking at the boy, "Harry, I'm going to enter your mind, it might feel a bit weird, but there shouldn't be any pain, okay?"

The boy nods silently, involuntarily preparing for the worse.

Ben carefully entered the boy's mind, feeling the boy's light presence, but he also quickly felt a darker presence that seemed to be trying to push him away. Though it was far too weak to do so. Seeking out the source of the connection he felt a small bond between the boy and Palpatine.

He heard the soundless snarl as Palpatine also felt his presence, and being a bit cheeky he said to the sith, "Now now, I'm afraid that this boy's under my protection," before cutting the bond as an immense feeling of rage started traveling through it.

After checking for any further manipulations, and finding none, he exited out of the boy's mind.

"Will Harry be okay Ben?" Beru asked worriedly.

Nodding, the Jedi informed the worried aunt, "I believe so, but I'm afraid that now that Sidious knows about the boys, he might come looking for them. I request that you let me train them so that if they are found, they can protect themselves."

"Whatever it takes for their safety," Beru agreed.

Long after Beru left, Obi-Wan, that being Ben's

real name, picked up his communicator. "Bail Organa,"

"General Kenobi? I never expected to hear from you until it was time."

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, otherwise you know I wouldn't risk communications."

"Bad news, what happened?" Bail's worried voice asked through the communication device.

"The emperor has learned of the Skywalkers existence, or" Obi-Wan gave a slight smirk before continuing, "at least two of the three anyways."

"Two… three… explain," the senator borderline ordered in his confused state.

"Ah, there has been an adoption, unfortunately the boy has an ability to teleport it seems, and somehow ended up with Sidious. The sith took advantage of him and forced Harry under some sort of sith ritual, which he told the boy would make him an actual Skywalker, whether or not it worked, that remains to be seen. Either way, the boy is a Skywalker."

"Should… Should I make accommodations to remove them from Tatooine?" Bail asked, trying to absorb what he learned.

"I don't think we need extraction yet, but… I do think we need to be prepared," Obi-Wan admitted.

"Thank you for informing me, unless there's anything else, I must cut this short. Organa out."