The Third Skywalker

Written by: DarthPel, TheDeadGirlRisen

Beta'ed by: TheDeadGirlRisen

Word Count: 2,285

Date Written: 4/2/2021 - 4/3/21

Date Posted: 4/27/21

2

Ivy Rose Potter, the daughter of the widowed Lily Potter nee Evans, sighed as she put on her shoes, to visit her relatives. She hated life, hated living with the walking corpse of a mother. Her cousin's birthday was today and she was being forced to attend it despite the fact she HATED Petunia and everything about her. If she were found dead in a ditch the next day she wouldn't lose a wink of sleep over it.

Her hatred for her aunt overrode the fact that Dudley himself was a decent kid if a bit on the annoying side or that her Uncle always gave her cash to spend. She just hated Petunia Dursley to the point nothing else mattered.

Though if she were honest with herself, she hated Petunia just a little bit less than she hated 'Uncle Peter'. Give her Petunia any day of the weak over that rat.

"Ivy," there was a knock on the door as her stepfather, Sirius, called out. "It's time to go!"

Finishing with the shoelaces she gave one last frustrated sigh before yelling out, "I'm ready!" Not that her mother would care if she was ready or not.

Exiting the room she marched towards the kitchen, taking one piece of buttered toast. Ignoring her mother in the process, she didn't deserve a greeting for forcing her to be near that hag of a woman her mum called a sister.

Taking a bite of toast she grimaced, wishing she had something more filling so she wouldn't have to eat whatever meal Petunia tried to force on them. For a moment, she pitied her uncle and cousin, as they had to suffer Petunia's cooking attempts as well.

"Are you two ready to go, Lil's? Ivy?" Sirius asked, drawing an eye roll from the smaller redhead as she finished the last bite of her toast.

The portrait of James Potter, that hung in their dining room, decided to speak up, "I don't know why you two are forcing Ivy to go with you. It's obvious she hates going there."

"But James, they're family," Lily stated, her tone of voice sounding as hollow and as dead as it had been for the past 6 years. Honestly, Ivy didn't understand why her stepfather decided to marry her mother. It wasn't like she did anything besides forcing them to go to her relatives every once in a while or move about the house doing small chores.

"So? Bellatrix, Regulus, and the other scum are family, but you don't see me asking about them. Sirius, do you go see Bellatrix? Or Narcissa?" James retorts, causing the Black-haired wizard to throw his hands up in defense.

"Don't involve me in your matters."

"Let's go," the hollowed witch ordered, replacement husband and unhappy daughter following in toe, causing James to sigh as the door closed leaving him alone in the house.

"For Ivy's sake Lily, pull yourself together," he murmured, unheard by any living person.

Soon they apparated to Privet Drive, and Petunia instantly scolded them, blathering on about neighbors, being respectable, being normal, and not being such freaks. The standard stuff. After a few minutes, they were ushered out for the party.

The birthday party, which to place in one of the local parks in Surrey went as expected for the young Potter, Vernon gave her 20 pounds, of the monetary kind of course. Though, Ivy reason he could stand to lose a few on the width part. Dudley was annoying as always, not to mentioned spoiled, and Lily and Petunia were about as fake as those girls she saw on reality TV,

"I love your hair!"

"Did you get your nails done, they look so nice."

"How are you and Vernon doing?"

Ivy was bloody ready to club the two with how annoying they were. And by the looks of things, she wasn't the only one that felt the same. As Aunt Marge bluntly put it, "I don't know why you even bothered coming!"

"If we had it my way, we wouldn't," Ivy idly commented, earning a nod from Aunt Marge. The two didn't particularly get along, but they both agreed that coming here was a mistake.

"This is bloody painful, I'd much rather be in a union meeting," Vernon commented under his breath, "No need to fake being happy there."

"The people in that American show 'cops' act better than this," the young Potter added, "I wish they would let me stay at home."

"You and me kid, you and me both," Vernon grumbled, giving her a pat on the shoulder, causing her to flinch, despite knowing her uncle wouldn't hurt her. He was safe, yet she still flinched all the same.

Ben Kenobi watched as his pupils attempted to meditate, well, one of them was attempting, and the other succeeding.

Harry, the young Skywalker who was struggling, was quickly growing frustrated with his lack of progress. It was just like… the old man shook his head, it wouldn't do him good to dwell in the past.

"Deep breaths, young one, it's okay to be frustrated, but you must let that frustration go. Acknowledge it and then release it into the force," Ben instructed.

"Easy for you to say," the younger Skywalker murmured as he attempted to do what the old Jedi Master instructed him to do.

"It is easier to say than to do, which is why you must practice, don't worry I know you will get it eventually," Ben said, remembering his youth when he struggled.

Harry took a huge gulp of breath, and let it out, initially sounding like a frustrated huff. But in time the young boy began to calm down, and as he did so his breath evened out, slowly but surely falling into a state of meditation.

The old man watched the two children carefully, feeling their bright and young presence in the Force.

Unfortunately, the meditation session didn't last, as Harry flinched violently, eyes flying wide open and struggling to breathe.

"Are you okay, youngling?" Ben asked concerned, only to receive a head shake, "I don't want to talk about it."

Seeing that the young boy was unwilling to talk about whatever had taken him out of his meditation, Ben called the end of mediation. "How about for the rest of the day I show you the starting stances for lightsaber combat?"

The two children looked at him, Luke with wide-eyed excitement. While Harry remained awfully disturbed, agreed nevertheless.

Ben asked them to follow him, as he went into his house, and opened a chest, retrieving a cylindrical object.

Holding it out for the two boys to see it, and ignited it. Causing a blue beam about 60 cm to shoot out of the top of the cylinder, explaining, "This is a lightsaber. You may have heard me before referring to these wonderful weapons that belonged to a civilized and sophisticated age. Before the Empire, before the war… This lightsaber belonged to your father, Luke, Anakin Skywalker, one of the best Jedi in the old republic, and an equally skilled pilot."

Turning off the weapon and handing it to the Skywalkers to admire, he took out his own weapon, and passed it to the younger of the two, "Harry, as we have a limited number you will be using mine during practice hours. Come now, it's time I showed you one of the most important arts for a Jedi to know."

Moving the two boys to a wider area, he positioned himself into the starting Kata of Shii-Cho, instructing the two boys to watch his movements as he moved through the familiar movements.

He smiled a bit seeing the boys watching with laser-focused intensity. After repeating the starting kata's a few times he had the boys take the starting stance and corrected their positionings until they were standing in the right way.

With that he began to move them through, correcting posture when needed. "From now on, every day you will be practicing these moves until you can do them in your sleep."

Ben noticed after an hour of practice, that Harry seemed to take more to the physical art than Luke did, needing fewer corrections than his older brother. A stark contrast from their meditative training.

It made sense to him, despite how close the two were as siblings. Luke was more mature than Harry was at his age, and a small bit more aware of his surroundings.

The recipe for a Consular Jedi, whereas Harry's brash and impulsive nature and somewhat more aggressive nature made him more attune for the role of a Knight.

Even at 7 years old, he showed the traits, but Obi-Wan feared. If not tempered, they would grow to be a problem in the future.

Sidious looked down at his apprentice, who was kneeling before him, waiting for his command. The sight brought a smile to his face, really turning the chosen one had been all too easy. "I have a new mission for you."

"What is thy bidding, my Master?" Vader asked, feeling the gleeful mood the Sith Master was radiating through the Force.

"I want you to find someone for me, a boy with black hair, and green eyes. Goes by the name of Harry."

"What is so special about this boy, Master?" the half cyborg asked, feeling confused. Why would Palpatine send him out on such a menial task?

Sidious smiled, eyes glinting malevolently as he informed his apprentice, "He has an ability that I believe will be useful. Take as much time as needed, Lord Vader."

"I see. If that be all, I must get onto this task." Darth Vader stated, waiting for his master to dismiss him.

Sidious waved him off, dismissing Vader from his throne room.

A week after the Skywalker siblings began learning their Lightsaber katas, they could be found running around Ben's property, doing their Jedi exercises. He kept a loose eye on them, but let them have a bit of a break from the training.

Their master stood nearby watching them with old eyes as the two passed by a cave, only for the younger of the two to stop.

'Now, just what are they up to?' he wondered to himself, before making his way after his two charges to make sure they didn't get into too much trouble.

"What are you doing Harry?" Luke hissed as he followed his brother into the cave.

"I felt something, I'm just checking it out, that's all," the 7-year-old dismissed, catching a glimpse of a strange shape. Noticing it wasn't anything part of the local landscape. A speeder, or at least that's what he assumed it was but was quickly proven wrong, as the vehicle had a triangular shape.

Some of its panels were missing, its front and right landing gear were broken, and he could see the left side of the ship was also broken off, though' not cleanly, and a still weakly beeping R2 unit with a very dim blinking light.

"Uh… Luke, do you know what type of speeder this is?" Harry asked innocently.

Shaking his head, Luke said, "I'm going, to be honest, I have no idea myself… Harry, perhaps old man Ben will know?"

"Know what?" Ben's voice called out, a silhouette blocking a bit of the light at the entrance of the cave. Footsteps sounded as Ben came to stand near them and he gave a thoughtful hum, "Ah I see you two have found a Jedi Starfighter, I haven't seen one of these in ages… now how did it end up here, I wonder?"

"I don't know, but it looks fixable." Harry stated, causing his elder sibling to gawk at him, "Fixable? That looks like it belongs in the scrapyard!"

Ben gave a small chuckle, "I'm sure you could fix it with a lot of time, and resources."

"Say, Luke… you think Uncle Owen would allow me to divert my airspeeder funds to fixing this?" the innocent child asked, causing Luke to sigh, "I'm not lending you my T-16 more than deemed necessary."

Ben gave a small shake of his head, he hated flying, but still, it was a useful skill the boys would need to learn, "How well do you know how to fly your T-16?" Ben asked, wondering just how much the boys knew already, and how much he would have to teach them.

"I can fly." Luke stated, then pointing at Harry he claimed, "I don't know what the kriff he does whenever he gets in the cockpit. But as long as my hopper ain't broken, I'm happy."

"Hey!" the younger one protested, "I am amazing at flying!" the boy sighed as a thought popped into his mind, "I wish Uncle Owen would let me into the Boonta eve pod race…"

Ben sighed, "Just like your father," he muttered.

"Hm?" Harry asked with confused green eyes.

"Anakin was the only human to ever win the Boonta Eve pod race, and he did it at 9," Ben informed the two boys. Though, he winced a moment later, realizing how much of a mistake that may have been at the gleaming eyes of the black-haired one.

"R2...D3" Luke read off the droid, having gotten closer to inspect it, "Hey, this one doesn't look too bad, if anything it'd need a new battery or motivator."

"She's mine," Harry announced, "You have the Hopper, I get the fighter and the droid."

"Hey, how is that even fair?" Luke protested.

"Get Uncle Owen to buy you your own unit." Harry answered, sticking his tongue out.

Ben gave an amused smile at their squabbling, before giving his advice, "You two can share you know." honestly, it took a lot for the Jedi to stop himself from shaking his head, it was refreshing to see the uncorrupted innocence of siblings arguing with each other, both ignorant to the woes of the larger galaxy.

though deep down inside, he worried over the twins. Would they be up to the task lay before them? Bear the burden he as their predecessor and many a Jedi before them failed at?