Harry Potter, the Chosen One

Chapter 4

Yoda diverted a small bit of his attention from what he was doing to allow himself a bittersweet smile. He hadn't enjoyed himself this much since he last taught the very youngest of the younglings at the Jedi Temple. Back then he had truly enjoyed joining in on their seemingly simple, childish games and had truly missed it. Yoda was enjoying the game he was currently playing.

Harry had introduced the idea of the game, and after hearing him out, Yoda was mentally kicking himself for not coming up with something like this back when there were still younglings to teach. The game was very simple with few rules, and at the same time demanded the full attention and focus of the players. Like Yoda had heard somewhere before, "15 minutes to learn, a lifetime to master." Harry had named the game, "The Seeker's Challenge."

The game consisted of three players: one person playing as the Golden Snitch with the other two playing as the Seekers. The pieces for the game were a small, gold colored ball bearing from the ship's stores and two figurines of a person sitting on a broom. The first of the simple rules was that the Force levitated pieces had to remain in an area agreed upon ahead of time by the players. The object of the game was for the two Seekers to try and collide with the Snitch, which in turn tried to avoid the collisions. The round would end at either a predetermined time, or once one of the Seekers managed to run into the Snitch to win the round. If the time ran out before the Snitch was touched, the Snitch won the round.

Today they were playing with only two pieces with Harry and Yoda trading off who was the Snitch and who was the Seeker. Scaley was filling in as the second Seeker. The serpent had pouted a bit and asked why he couldn't play as the Snitch. Harry demonstrated why by having Yoda levitate a stick several feet above the ground that was as big around as Scaley's widest part. Harry then slammed his Seeker piece into the stick at full speed. While the stick didn't break, it did have an indentation that went in a quarter of the stick's diameter. Scaley immediately withdrew his objection with a muttered, "Damn, that looksss like that would hurt."

Sirius took a seat on a fallen log next to Ahsoka. She was splitting her time between catching up with a novel she was reading on her datapad and watching the flying serpent, human, and Yoda (whatever he was) laughing and taunting each other playfully. After watching for a few minutes himself, Sirius looked at Ahsoka. "I've been reading holo-net reports on the Sith, and one question keeps popping up in my head," he told her.

Ahsoka turned to him to give her full attention. Since Harry and Sirius weren't from this galaxy, they often gave fresh insights into things. "Go on," she prompted.

"Are all Sith Lords forced to wander around some sort of kinky sex shop to come up with their new names?" he asked, clearly puzzled. Moony had taken him and Prongs to see a muggle sex shop on one of their adventures in London. Sirius had been quite impressed, and slightly disturbed, by the depth and range of the devices muggles had come up with to enhance their sexual encounters.

Ahsoka blinked her eyes a few times before she replied, "Wait… what?!"

Sirius realized what he was asking may have been taboo in Togruta culture. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," he apologized.

Ahsoka chuckled and shook her head. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable at all, Sirius. While the Jedi Council did go out of its way to shield the Order from anything that dealt with sex and relationships, I was a hormonal teenager banished to the Jedi Archives. Needless to say, I spent quite a bit of time looking to increase my knowledge of the carnal arts. I came across a huge, multi-volume work with a book dedicated to each of the known species and how they practiced their own version of sexuality. The two largest volumes were those for Humans and Togruta, with the Togruta volume just barely edging out the Human one by 250 pages," she explained.

Ahsoka didn't feel like she needed to tell Sirius that she had downloaded copies of both works prior to her leaving the archive. She definitely wasn't going to tell him she had spent quite a bit of time recently compiling a volume of the practices shared by both Humans and Togruta. "You just surprised me, that's all. I never really thought about how the Sith Lords choose their names," Ahsoka admitted.

Sirius pulled a datapad out of his flight suit's pocket. He brought up a list of names of the known Sith Lords. "Okay, look at the names of some of the recent ones like Darth 'Maul' or Darth 'Vader'. When I think of Darth Maul, the image that comes to my mind is some sort of menacing, spiky, double ended dildo," he said, only half joking.

Again, Ahsoka had to pause to let her mind catch up and absorb that idea. "No… it can't be. It has to be a coincidence," she muttered. Without another word, she pulled up an image of Darth Maul taken from a security camera during his fight with Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his padawan at the time, Obi-Wan Kenobi. With a flick she sent the image to Sirius' screen.

"Yep, menacing guy with a spiky head and double ended dil- er, lightsaber," Sirius commented. "Alright, let's try another one to see if it was just a fluke. When I saw the name Darth Vader, I imagined a large, shiny, black plastic vibrator. You know, the kind with too many buttons, some of which you're terrified to find out what they actually do," he told her.

Ahsoka was barely able to send him pictures of her one time master from both the front and the back before she fell off of the log in a fit of laughter. Sirius made sure the still laughing Ahsoka hadn't hurt her head tails or montrals before looking at the images. "Okay, this is starting to get weird. I was only half-joking when I asked you about this, but come on, look at this guy's costume. From the back, his helmet looks like the glans of penis. The ridge on the top even looks like the slit at the end. Merlin's saggy balls! From the front, he looks like he's ready to walk into any BDSM club in yours or our galaxy. If he did, Vader would make the subs all orgasm on the spot from sheer anticipation only," he stated.

This sent Ahsoka into even deeper fits of laughter. She remembered the one time she had accidentally walked in on a rather energetic encounter between the secretly married couple, Anakin and Padme, in a launch bay. "I'm pretty sure he's actually a bottom," she managed to spit out between snorts of laughter.

"Poor bastard! He's probably so grumpy because he can't find a top more intimidating than himself," Sirius swore, joining in on Ahsoka's laughter.

Ahsoka had almost got her laughter under control when she remembered the drawing she had left on the wall of the Imperial Impound Yard. Wiping tears of laughter out of her eyes, she tapped her datapad to send Sirius the drawing of a Dark Lord of the Sith being rogered by a Gungan. "I guess that would mean Jar Jar would be known as Darth In-Vader," she chuckled.

It was Sirius' turn to look surprised. He tried to hide a smile when he asked, "Do my ears deceive me, or was that a pun I heard from Ms. Tano?" he teased.

Ahsoka dramatically raised a hand to her brow. "Oh gods, it's just as I feared. Punning is contagious!" she fake pouted.

Sirius helped Ahsoka back onto her seat on the log and then put an affectionate hand on her shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better, Lily lasted only a few months longer than you did before she came down with an incurable case of the puns. She even had three times the dose you got since Moony, Prongs, and I were punning around her every chance we got," he said soothingly.

Ahsoka was interrupted from asking who Lily was by Harry and Yoda joining them. Scaley was curled around Harry's arm, dozing after such an exhausting morning of fun. Yoda sat on a log opposite Ahsoka while Sirius moved to let Harry sit next to his girlfriend.

Yoda's smile slowly faded as he said, "Laughter, good to hear from you again it is, Ahsoka Tano, but important matters discuss we must." He looked around at the others to make sure he had their attention. "Majority of training completed Harry has. Remaining only two trials there are. Trial of Fear must he face, and his own lightsaber build he must," Yoda told them.

The old Jedi shook his head slowly and then leaned thoughtfully on his cane. "Second one, stumped I am. Kyber crystal to complete a lightsaber must he have. No spares have I, and the planet Ilum blockaded it must be," he said. While Yoda was speaking, Harry tilted his head as if he was trying to hear something. Eventually he shrugged his shoulders, and tried to focus his attention on the old Jedi Master.

"I know the council always looked down on synthetic crystals, but Harry could always try to create one of his own. It would take me a day or two to tear the components out of the ship, and then another day or so to build the crystal forge. The rest of the time would be however long it took Harry to forge his crystal and make his own lightsaber," Ahsoka offered.

Even as she said it, a tiny voice from the Force whispered to Ahsoka that they wouldn't have that much time. It also told her that everyone but Yoda would be leaving Dagobah soon. The look Yoda gave Ahsoka told her he was sensing the same thing. After they broke eye contact, Yoda frowned. The Jedi Master leaned forward, and then looked at Harry who had turned completely around on the log to stare intently into the swamp.

Sirius also noticed his godson's behaviour. "I'm sorry. Are we boring you, Harry? It's not like we're discussing your future or anything," he said snidely. Sirius cringed when he realized his voice came out a lot like Snape's. "I'm sorry, Harry. I was totally out of…" he started to apologize before Yoda stopped him with a wave of his cane.

Yoda knew exactly what waited in the direction Harry was staring. "Trial of Fear, begun it has. The Cave of Evil, the Force directs Harry. Fears overcome he must, if survive he will," Yoda whispered softly.

Answering a call that only he could hear, Harry stood up and started to walk slowly into the swamp. Sirius stood as well and started to follow the young man he had sworn to protect. It was Ahsoka that stepped in Sirius' way. Her eyes were downcast as she said sadly, "He has to face this alone, Sirius, just like every potential Jedi must."

*HPCO*

Harry trudged through the swamp for over an hour until he came across a small clearing that made his skin crawl. In the center of the clearing sat a huge tree with twisted, blackened limbs atop a small hill. Harry could just barely make out the opening of a cave through the mass of sinister looking roots covering the hill. He clearly felt the call of the Force coming from inside the cave.

"Scaley, you should probably head back to the ship. I have a feeling that whatever is in that cave will be very unpleasant. There's no need for you to risk yourself as well," Harry told his serpent friend. Scaly just nodded his head and slithered off of Harry's arm. The winged serpent climbed up a nearby tree and began gliding his way from tree to tree back the way they came.

Harry took a deep breath to center himself, before he started to wind his way through the roots. The constant and pervasive sounds of the jungle stopped as soon as Harry stepped into the cave proper. "Well, that's not ominous or anything," Harry said sarcastically. When nothing replied, he made his way deeper into the cave.

Without warning, a blinding pain erupted in Harry's head. The pain was so intense, Harry was forced to close his eyes and drop to his knees. After a moment, the pain receded enough for him to open his eyes. Harry drew in a shocked breath when he saw he was no longer on Dagobah.

Harry stood up on shaky legs and looked around. Even though he couldn't pinpoint how he knew, Harry was certain he was at the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Thick, black smoke drifting over the tops of the trees drew his attention and Harry raced off to find the source, his wand firmly in his hand.

The horror of seeing Hogsmeade in flames with dead bodies littering the streets had Harry skidding to a stop. It felt like a spear had been rammed through his chest when Harry realized most of the bodies were wearing Hogwarts school uniforms. Hermione's screams broke Harry out of his daze, and he raced towards the center of the village where he thought the screams had come from.

As Harry entered the center of the village, he found a black robed individual standing in front of Professor McGonagall and Hermione. Both were kneeling on the ground with their hands bound behind their backs. Professor Flitwick lay on the ground next to them, his lifeless eyes seeming to accuse Harry of not being there to protect them.

A flash of green light and Professor McGonagall joining her old friend in death had Harry screaming, "Nooo!" Hermione just let out a heart rending sob. With a forceful jab towards the black robed murderer, Harry yelled out, "Bombarda!" His opponent spun around, catching the spell on the tip of his wand before flicking it away to smash harmlessly into a burning shop.

"Don't you know it's rude to interrupt people when they are working," Harry heard his own voice say from beneath the black hood. The other Harry slowly lifted his hands to pull the hood back. Harry flinched when he saw a slightly older version of his own face staring back at him. Where once startling green eyes had been, Voldemort's red ones bored into his soul. "You know, Voldemort was right. There really is no good or evil, only power and those too weak to seize it. I remind him of that every time I visit him in my dungeon," Dark Harry said in an off hand manner. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more rebels to execute," he stated before turning to face Hermione again, dismissing Harry as any type of threat.

Harry's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan that could save Hermione's life. The only spells he could think of that wouldn't be able to be blocked were the unforgivables, with the killing curse being the one most likely to end this encounter. A tiny voice in the back of his mind, which sounded suspiciously like Ahsoka, reminded Harry that casting a spell that drew all of its power from hate was a certain way to start a downward spiral to the Dark side. Harry ground his teeth as he thought that killing the being that was his darkest fear brought to life might just be worth it if it saved his sister in all but blood.

That thought froze Harry in his tracks. [My greatest fear…] Harry thought, realization of what he was facing springing into his mind. With every ounce of willpower he could muster, Harry pointed his wand at his doppelganger and said simply, "Riddikulus."

At first, Harry thought his spell had failed, or it wasn't actually a boggart he was facing. He smiled suddenly when Hermione's arms were set free and she stood up, looking defiantly into Dark Harry's eyes. She then glanced at the real Harry and winked at him. Without a warning, Hermione took a step back and then kicked Dark Harry square in the balls.

Dark Harry dropped like a stone, his hands covering his injured quaffles. With a voice that sounded like he had been sucking on helium, Dark Harry complained, "Now that's just not cricket, Hermione!"

Harry's relieved laughter shattered the illusion, showing him he was still in a dark cave on Dagobah. A smoky, undefinable shape sped off to hide in the shadows at the far end of the cave. Harry was about to leave the cave when he felt something else on the edge of his senses. The sensation was familiar, but Harry couldn't quite place where he had felt it before.

Harry turned to his right since it seemed the feeling was coming from that direction. He carefully approached the blank wall of the cave. When he couldn't see anything that might be different from the rest of the cave, Harry reached out to touch the wall with his hand. When his hand failed to meet any resistance at all from the stone, Harry pulled his hand back quickly.

"I'm going to feel really stupid if this turns out not to be what I think it is," Harry muttered to himself. He closed his eyes and walked through a barrier designed to stop anything other than a witch or wizard from entering, just like the one at Platform 9¾.

Harry opened his eyes to find himself in a well lit room the size of his dorm back at Hogwarts. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made from the same gray metal similar to Ahsoka's ship. Except for a forge in the back corner, the walls were filled with shelves stacked with crates of all different sizes fitted in between cabinets large enough to stand in. A large work table with drawers under it sat in the middle of the room. Off to one side of the table sat a large painting resting on an easel. Cables led from the painting to a gold Holocron on the floor next to the easel. A second set of cables led from the Holocron up to a hole in the ceiling.

Having no better idea where to start, Harry approached the painting. Depicted in the painting was a similar stateroom to the one he was now using on Ahsoka's ship. When he was standing right in front of the painting, Harry heard a distinct tinkling noise followed by a toilet flushing. The sounds of water turning on and then off as someone washed their hands was heard right after that. Harry smirked when he saw a tall man with dark hair wearing a bathrobe and pink, fluffy slippers walk back into the painting.

The man stopped suddenly and looked out at Harry. "Oh, hello," the painted wizard called out in heavily accented basic. He looked down at his robe and slippers. "Sorry, I haven't had a visitor in several centuries. Be back in a tick," the wizard said, clearly embarrassed before he hurried back out of the painting. After a few minutes, he walked back wearing robes that looked like a cross between a standard wizard's robe and the ones Yoda wore. Harry was surprised to see a lightsaber hanging off of the other wizard's belt.

"Hello, my name is Harry. I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is a Jedi doing in a magical portrait?" Harry inquired.

"Well met, Harry. As for your question…" the wizard started to say before pointing down towards the Holocron. The holo-emitters fired up and projected images of Harry casting spells with his wand before showing him using the Force to practice the Shien form. "You of all people should know that those titles aren't mutually exclusive," he said with a chuckle.

"You're a wizard too?" Harry blurted out. In answer, the wizard pointed towards the frame of his magical portrait. "Right, sorry," Harry apologised.

"Ah, but where are my manners? My name is Rowen Ravenclaw," the wizard said, introducing himself.

"Rowen? Any relation to Rowena Ravenclaw?" Harry inquired.

Rowen nodded his head, smiling. "My twin sister. You've heard of her, I take it?" he replied.

"Of course I have. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Harry stated.

Rowen started to chuckle again. "To be perfectly honest, I can't believe my sister and her friends went with my recommendation for the name of the school. I said it as a joke, and they all liked it for some reason. I was certain that Helga of all people would have realized Hogwart is a plant found on the hidden continent that has strong laxative properties," he stated.

Harry blinked a few times as he processed that bit of information. "I went to a school named after a laxative?" he asked rhetorically. After a moment he added, "Considering my last five years there, that actually seems rather appropriate." Rowen had used his spy drones to watch Harry's memories along with the others and nodded in agreement. "Wait a minute, if you're Rowena's brother, how did you get here?" Harry asked.

"The same way you did, more or less. In my case, it was voluntary. I led an expedition through the Arch of Mystery after my sister was able to translate some of the runes on it," Rowen replied. "I'm sure you can imagine our disappointment when we found ourselves on this planet. One of our researchers was certain we had located the Goblin's fabled Bog of Eternal Stench," he chuckled. "Lucky for us, a Jedi archivist was visiting the system as part of a scheduled update of the galactic map housed in the Jedi Temple. She sensed the Force flare sent out by the four of us arriving through the Arch. J'tai Okuna was astounded to find four Force sensitive people with absolutely no idea of where they were," Rowan stated.

"After demonstrating our magic, the Jedi Council at the time agreed to train us. Irma Weasley trained to become a Consular. Gwain Gryffindor, Godric's younger brother, gravitated towards the Jedi Guardian path. Delbert Dumbledore found the teachings of the Jedi Shadows to be more to his liking. As for me, as a member of a family dedicated to learning everything we could, I naturally joined the Jedi Archivists," Rowen informed the younger wizard. He sat down on the edge of his painted bed. "What I found in the Archives forever changed how the four of us viewed the Jedi," Rowen said with a weary sigh.

Knowing how the most recent Jedi Council had betrayed his girlfriend, Harry wasn't surprised the other wizard had found something that had disillusioned the group. "What did you find?" Harry inquired.

"I was exploring the lowest levels of the Archive one day when I found a hidden, locked door. One simple Alohomora later and I discovered the private library of a minor Archivist who had lived some 3,000 years before I became a Jedi. While going about their duties, the Archivist started noticing bits and pieces of the history of the Jedi being erased or altered. After decades of research, they came to the conclusion that the Sith had somehow infiltrated the Jedi Council and shifted the Jedi away from their true purpose of bringing balance to the Force," Rowen explained.

Harry frowned at this revelation. "Yoda said the Jedi have always strived to bring balance to the Force. Are you saying they actually didn't?" he asked for clarification.

Rowen shook his head sadly. "Like most Jedi that were found as children, Yoda was indoctrinated into a group that I refer to as the 'Gray Jedi'. At least I do when I'm in polite company. Otherwise, I just call them a bunch of useless twats," he replied, clear disgust in his voice. "From what I found in the hidden library, the Sith infiltration was some time around the adoption of the most recent Jedi Code. Around the same time, the Council came out with its ban on having attachments to others. They even had a slogan, 'A Jedi shall not know anger, nor hatred, nor love.' The new ideal Jedi was one that somehow managed to force the Universe into balance by exhibiting only neutral behaviors," he stated. Rowen could see confusion in Harry's expression. "Without thinking about it, tell me what the opposite of hate is," he ordered.

"Love of course," Harry replied. His eyes widened as he started to catch on.

Rowen gestured towards the Holocron and an image of a line balancing on the tip of a triangle appeared. Half of the line was dark, while the other half was light. Hundreds of gray squares flew in and stacked themselves in the exact middle of the line, keeping the line from tilting to either side. A single black square appeared at the far end of the dark side of the line. The single square caused everything to tilt towards the dark, causing the gray squares to topple and land on the dark side. "Harry, there will always be evil in the Universe. We'll never counter it by being neutral ourselves," Rowen said.

Harry thought back to a quote Hermione had told him that came from Edmund Burke that had always stuck with him. "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing," Harry recited.

Rowen nodded in agreement. "It was like a punch to the gut, or the Force kicking me in the stones, when I realized the Sith had infiltrated the Jedi Council. Irma, Delbert, Gwain, and I had just recently discovered the coordinates to Earth after years of scrying. We could only shudder in horror when we imagined what the Sith could do if they enslaved the Magic users of our planet," Rowen stated. Harry paled a bit as he imagined Force using Death Eaters subjugating everyone on Earth.

"We faced quite the conundrum. Irma was something of a Seer. She said that one would come after us that would need the coordinates to return to Earth so they could fight a Dark Lord. While we felt we had a responsibility to this prophesied Witch or Wizard, we couldn't afford to let Earth fall to the Sith," Rowen stated as he looked pointedly at Harry. "As a safeguard, we broke the coordinates up into four parts, with each of us being responsible for one part. Afterwards, we obliviated ourselves of the knowledge of the other three parts. We then pooled our skills to make Wizard Portraits in case the next batch of Magic users arrived after we had joined the living Force," Rowen explained.

"What happened after that?" Harry asked.

Rowen smirked a bit. "I used my clearance as an archivist to set up a delayed virus that would wipe out any reference to us, or Earth, after a hundred years. We then used our magic to sneak into the hangar to steal four ships, after discussing where to hide. Each of us took along our own paintings," he said. Holding his nose for comic effect, Rowen stated, "Unfortunately for me, I drew the short straw and ended up coming back to Dagobah."

Harry snickered. "Yeah, the whole place pretty much smells like Troll ass, doesn't it?" he joked.

"Makes me glad portraits can't smell anything," Rowen agreed. "Gwain headed to Tantooine saying he had enough of cold weather growing up in Scotland. Delbert picked a planet at random and ended up going to Mygeeto. Irma said the Force was drawing her to Alderaan," Rowen said. He pointed towards the work table in the center of the room. "I used a sticking charm on a piece of plastic that has my quarter of the coordinates on it. A simple Finite should undo the charm," he told Harry.

Harry walked over to the table, got down on his knees, and craned his neck to look at the underside of the table. At first he had a hard time locating the piece of plastic. Hermione's voice in the back of his mind asked, [Are you a wizard or not?]

Harry drew his wand, pointed it at the underside of the table, and whispered, "Finite."

A clear piece of plastic detached from the table and dropped to the floor. Harry picked it up and held it up to the light. He was impressed by the lengths Rowen had gone through to hide the information. The numbers etched into the plastic were Arabic numerals instead of Aurebesh ones.

"Before you go off to find the other parts of the coordinates, I have two things I would like to give you. The first is my old set of robes in that cabinet on the right. They're under a preservation charm and I cast a cleaning charm before I put them away," Rowen said.

Harry went over to the cabinet and opened the doors. The robes looked just like the ones Rowen was wearing in his painting. "I'm honored, thank you," Harry stated.

"Well, every Jedi needs a good set of robes so they can lower their hoods or toss their cloak aside dramatically," Rowen joked. "The other thing I want to give you is the opportunity to make a special lightsaber crystal unique to our kind. You see, after I came to Dagobah, I had a lot of free time on my hands. I built that forge over there to experiment with making synthetic crystals. After more arithmancy equations than what a sane person would subject themselves to, I discovered how to make a crystal we can cast spells through. Also, by using magic alongside the Force, we can take what would normally be a process that can take up to a week and bring it down to an hour," he explained.

Harry walked over to the crystal forge, his curiosity overflowing. "What do I need to do to make my crystal? What materials do I need?" he inquired, eager to get started.

"That's the beauty of it, Harry. You already have all the materials to make a magic synthetic crystal. You use them to cast spells all the time," Rowen replied. Harry looked down at the wand in his hand. The thought of his trusty wand being reforged into his own lightsaber crystal really appealed to him, a link to his past as a wizard. "Once you put your wand into the forge, you'll have to combine the Force with your own magic to contain the flames. You'll need to focus on the image of the crystal in your mind to transfigure the ashes. You'll be able to find the rest of the parts to make your lightsaber in the crates along the wall," Rowen explained.

"This process is safe, right?" Harry asked somewhat suspiciously. Fate had never handed him something this easy before.

"Absolutely," Rowen replied. Harry nodded his head, pressed the button to ignite the forge, and tossed his wand in. "As long as you don't have a ridiculously unstable core like an erumpent horn or phoenix feather," Rowen added just a moment too late.

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Harry turned to look at the portrait. "Phoenix feather?" he asked drolly.

Rowen read Harry's tone of voice and expression correctly. "Ah… well, it's been nice knowing you Harry, however briefly. If it's any consolation, the explosion will instantly vaporize everything within a 15 kilometer radius. Neither you nor your friends will feel a thing," he offered.

Harry spun back around to stare at his Holly and Phoenix feather wand just as it was starting to catch fire. He closed his eyes and focused on his love for Ahsoka and Sirius. Holding out both hands, Harry reached out with both his magic and the Force to encapsulate the inevitable explosion in an effort to save his loved ones. Eventually the magic within the wand combined with the heat of the forge to do what would normally be impossible, light a Phoenix feather on fire. Sweat poured off of Harry's brow and his shoulders trembled as he poured everything he had and everything he was into containing the explosion.

*HPCO*

Sirius Black tapped the chronometer function of his datapad once again to see the time. "Shouldn't Harry be back by now? It's been hours," he stated for the 20th time. Sirius became even more agitated when he Ahsoka's face finally started to show worry.

"Trust in the Force we must. If to survive fated he is, return to us Harry will," Yoda said calmly.

Sirius rounded on the ancient Jedi Master and pointed his finger at him. "Listen here, you demented House Elf, that's my godson we're talking about! I'm done listening to your prattle on about your religion! You'll have to stun me to keep me from searching for Harry. Just know that if you do and Harry needs help, I'll become your own personal Dementor!" he snarled. Sirius was stopped from ranting further by Ahsoka putting her hand on his arm. "What, you too?" he accused Ahsoka.

Ahsoka shook her head. "While I agree that Yoda can be sanctimonious, now isn't the time, Sirius. We have better things to do," she told him.

"Like what?!" Sirius barked back.

Ahsoka smiled at her boyfriend's godfather. "Like greeting Harry. I can sense him coming this way," she stated with a smile.

After a few minutes, the trio of beings heard a twig snap as a figure dressed in Jedi robes with his hood up stepped into the clearing. Like Rowen had taught him, Harry dramatically lowered his hood. He drew a tube made of polished, shiny brown metal from his belt. With a snap hiss, his lightsaber ignited, showing a golden blade with traces of red lightning coursing through it. Harry focused on Ahsoka and gave her a lopsided grin. "Well Love, how was your afternoon?" he asked nonchalantly.