So this is a story that has been on my mind for some time. It takes inspiration from Havoc side of the Force, I still haven't Found what I'm looking for, and Sword and Magic. But here the pace will be somewhat slower. Harry will be slightly overpowered(but think Starkiller but less than the Emperor). There will be Harry/Multi but much, much later. The characters will have time to progress and Harry will have some canon features as well. Because a wise cracking, overconfident Harry that's a sex god is much less believable and could be anyone, not just Harry Potter. The first chapter was a little slow and has some mistakes I know now but the later ones get much better. Also everything belongs to JK Rowling.

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Ahsoka had not expected to be here. Of all the places to go in the galaxy after being forced out of a job by the Jedi High Council, a bar clearly wasn't one of them. And yet here she was, drowning the last bits of her measly credits. The Jedi did not believe in possessions but giving her that paltry sum as severance pay was downright diabolical. Sure, they had offered to take her to Telos IV but the day Ahsoka joined the Agricorps was the day Anakin Skywalker learned humility.

After eighteen standard years with the Jedi, Ahsoka did not know what to do with herself. She needed a job but no one was hiring ex-Jedi anytime soon. Well, that wasn't technically true, the CIS would gladly pay for the info she could give regarding the Republic's war information but she wasn't a traitor. Unfortunately, being taken so young from her family, she didn't really have a home planet to go to either. And her marketable skills were few and far in between. She mused that she could have some value if she violated some ethical boundaries put when she figured out about the Force. But that would only lead her down a dark path. So it was with her thoughts on this that Ahsoka found herself drowning in whatever was available on tap from the Three Broomsticks. It was a rather clean establishment that didn't charge Galactic rates for common drinks and didn't seem as seedy as some of the places her master(ex-master, Ahsoka reminded herself) told went to on Tattooine. She did start with some fine stuff but now that she was fifteen drinks in money was an issue so the regular stuff would have to do. It was in this state of stupor she found a blaster pointed at the small of her back.

"Don't move Jedi. The Count has paid handsomely get you to him and we would much prefer it be alive. Move slowly and put your hands on the table in front of you"

Blast. Bounty hunters. Wretched scum that worked for the highest bidder. The blaster was too close for her to move to her lightsaber. Sithspit, she forgot she didn't have one! After the trial, the Council had promptly taken her lightsabers and cut off her padawan braid. An even more humiliating end to an already troublesome day. Plus with all the alcohol she had consumed, she couldn't even use the Force without hitting any of the other patrons. It seemed the future was going to be spent spilling whatever secrets she had to the Separatists. Or dying here. A noble sacrifice for the cause but…

"Are we going to have a problem here, gents?" the bartender asked, somewhat curiously.

The man was about thirty years old. He had black hair and a strange scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt. Remarkably, the man wore glasses. Odd, since since everyone in the Republic could afford optic enhancers now. He also wore strange clothing with a long dark cloak not out of fashion in Serrano and a tall hat with what seemed to be a mouth and a pointy end. His pants seemed Mandalorian but black with scales as if from a Krayt dragon.

"Don't get involved," Ahsoka said, worrying that the man would get himself killed.

"This ain't none of your business barkeep so why don't you keep moving along and leave this girlie to us, ok?" the guy, probably Trandoshan, replied.

"Now this seems to be a problem gents. You see, I don't allow violence in the Three Broomsticks, no siree. And three of you against a lady? A blaster to the back to boot! Why don't you walk away and never darken my door again?" spoke the barkeep calmly.

Ahsoka thought the man was probably insane. Confident, but insane nevertheless. There were two Trandoshans and an assassin droid. There was no way they were getting out of this alive.

"Blast him!", the leader spoke.

Now that led to a series of most interesting events. The man in black promptly smiled, showing off a pair of canines that would not be out of place with some of the wolf like species in the galaxy. Then he danced. Yes, danced was the word as he simply strode out of the way of incoming blaster fire. He sidestepped with the grace of a Twilek. Coming close to the Trandoshan, he promptly grabbed his blaster and twisted it so the next blast went directly into the guy's chest. The speed and agility with which he performs these movements were something she had only seen in Master Windu. Not to mention the power it took to actually bend metal like that. The temporary surprise that came over the party was enough, however. She used the force to get a table to hit the other two and the man in black promptly sent a glass through the head of the assassin droid, frying its non protected circuitry with water. More of the cheap droid variety, Ahsoka wondered idly, as she banged the head of the third member through a window. It was enough to put him out.

"I'm quite sorry you had to witness that, miss. Don't know my own strength myself. Must have been a result of my rather hard labor with my relatives. Are you ok, though?" the barkeep asked her, totally unfazed by everything.

"Where did you learn to move so fast?" Ahsoka replied, "I've only seen Master Windu do that and even he can't dodge so many targets. You're a master, aren't you? Did you leave the Order? Were you sent by them to keep an eye on me? I can take care of myself!" The last one was said with some indigent frustration. Trust the Order to still be keeping tabs on her.

"No, I'm pretty sure you can. Take care of yourself that is. And no, I'm not a master and I didn't leave your Order. I'm just an ordinary guy trying to make an honest living who sometimes comes to the aide of pretty Togrutans", the last one was said with a flirtatious wink,"I just wanted to make the fight fair. That was interesting though. Can't remember the last time someone came at me. Almost makes me nostalgic for the Death Eat..", he stopped seeming to have said something he really didn't want to share.

Smiling brightly, he put the dead body and the two others next to each other and called his assistant.

"Irene, can you take care of these and alert the proper authorities?"

"Not again boss. This is the third time this month. Those damn Coruscant security guys are gonna take you again and I'll have to take charge of the entire cantina," Miss Irene replied.

"Oh come on doll, you know you love me. And they were going to hurt the young Jedi", he said turning away from Irene and looking at Ahsoka directly.

Ahsoka was surprised. She had tried to blend in since she got out. She had worn her mercenary uniform. Perfect for covert ops, or so her troopers often said. But it seemed the stranger had a precognition similar to when the younglings tried to fool Master Yoda with their pranks. Every little remembrance of the Order hurt though, so she tried to suppress those thoughts. There was a lot of ruckus in the cantina. Broken tables and glass from their fight. Most of the patrons seemed unfazed though. The authorities were going to be most curious, however. "Irene" turned out to be a green-skinned Twilek with remarkably more clothes than a slave girl or dancer of Ahsoka's acquaintance. Or even Jedi Master, not that she would ever let Master Ayala find out about that. She wore black jeans and a top that properly covered her midriff . There was also an elastic band around her Lekku. The last one seemed somewhat painful. The barkeep had begun using a mop, joining in with the cleanup. The dead Trandoshan with a blaster hole in his stomach seemed to be of no one's interest.

"Does this sort of thing happen often around here?" Ahsoka asked worrying that she had painted a target on everyone's back.

"A little but it's ok. They threatened you and shot first at me. We have footage so it's a clear cut case of self defence. Plus the law is much more flexible when it comes to bounty hunters. Now if this had been a politician or a noble, you and I would be in a lot more Bantha shit right about now. A minor bounty hunter trying to kill a former Jedi? Won't even be on the evening news," the man replied nonchalantly. He didn't seem really worried about it.

Ahsoka took in the cantina more properly now. There was some strange music but not really typical of a sleazy place. It was more like a meditation pod or a sauna. The patrons were the usual mix of sad and pathetic but the waiters seemed to be Twilek, Togrutan, human, Utapaun, Gran and pretty much of every species. Not many Coruscant places displayed that level of enlightenment, even in this day and age. To actually have species from the Confederacy was surprising. Especially in the heart of the Republic. The man in black, as Ahsoka named him in her head, had cleaned up with the mop now and went back to mixing drinks.

She approached him, "Look I don't have a lot of credits right now but if you get me in touch with the Jedi I'm sure we can sort this out and compensate you for everything." Or at least she hoped they would. The Council wasn't really helpful of people that had left the Order, after all.

"It really isn't a problem miss. I'm a man of some means and I don't really like people that threaten others behind their back. It is not very honourable at all. And apart from honour what else do we have in this poor galaxy? The Coruscant police will be here any moment and we'll be done with these two and the dead body," he nodded to the droid and the other two.

"Besides we handle stuff like this often. Everybody tries to strong arm a barkeep for free drinks every once in a while. Keeps me on my toes and what not."

"Also you mentioned you might be out of credits. I'm almost done for tonight and I was wondering if you might be interested in a certain proposition that would be worth your while?"

Ahsoka started seeing red. So this was his game. Not the first time a male wanted that thing but Ahsoka was ready to hit his head with her raw fists, patience be damned.

"Woah woah, hold it there. I should have worded that properly. I did not mean THAT. Not that kind of sleezeball. Not any kind of sleezeball, to be honest. I mean you are beautiful and all, and I wouldn't say no to a fine dinner and dance but...", he seemed to get visibly flustered like a schoolboy. Ahsoka could not help but snigger at the oddity of it all.

"Sorry got side-tracked there. But onto the meat of the matter. I'm in the business of running a couple of cantinas here and off-world. It may not look it but the Three Broomsticks is a brand not just a local thing. I have to be in many places and I need an assistant. Someone to help me with cargo, take care of the establishment, go looking for rare ingredients to mix with drinks that sort of thing." He brushed his hair back with his hand and continued.

"Long story short, you look like someone that's been handed a rough card in life and I can help. It's not charity, it's not a handout. You would work your pretty ass off. But I saw what those bozos did to you on the HoloNet. I would never abandon one of my employees like that. People like you that make the world, or galaxy for that matter, a better place deserve better. And I want to do my part to help. It won't be as glamorous as the Jedi but it would be just as entertaining", he ended.

"I appreciate the offer mister, but you heard what that Trandoshan said. The Count he meant was THE COUNT as in Count Dooku leader of the Separatist movement. This was only the first barrage. They'll send more. Droidekas, bounty hunters even dark Jedi. I really couldn't endanger you all," Ahsoka replied. She was genuinely worried over putting someone else in the crosshairs again. Plus she couldn't just trust someone she just met no matter how nice and helpful he'd been. Her best friend had taught her that.

"I know it seems tough here but the galaxy out there is even more uncivilised. You are right about the threat, of course. There were three today, tomorrow there will be more. But what I'm saying holds merit. I have the power to protect you even if you don't realise it. I know it's hard to trust someone right now. Your friends have betrayed you as has the government. I understand what that's like," a dazed look came over his face as if remembering something, "but here in the Three Broomsticks we're like family. We protect one another. We will protect you. But ultimately the decision is up to you," he replied. A wave of his hand and the tables righted themselves. Ahsoka was far too contemplative to notice this blase use of the Force.

"Listen to him, sugar," an elderly Togrutan woman said, "Man has been fighting the good fight since time immemorial. Why I was a dainty little thing when he pulled me from Gardulla the Hutt's entourage and got me a job."

"Here here and that time in Tattooine."

"And Ryloth, remember that? Prostitution and dancing, that was my life."

"Don't forget us Felucians. Damn plants eating us all the time."

"Wesa Gungans was also to be eaten before he showed up."

One by one, all the staff seemed to tell about how the man had saved them from mortal peril or torture and put them in good, working jobs. The bar was closing now so most of the staff had gathered and the patrons were gone. Someone even brought over hot cocoa. Ahsoka tried to refuse it because, funds, but the person handed it back to her forcefully. A blanket somehow ended up on her and a fireplace started. Wait, a fireplace? That wasn't something she ever saw except during the Ancient History hologram sessions with Master Nu. The barkeep himself was very uncomfortable with all the attention. It was clear he didn't enjoy being praised.

He only muttered, "All embellished stories, I assure you. So what do you say, young one? Want to join my band of merry men?"

He had a certain glint in his eye. If Ahsoka had to name it she would call it a twinkle. And the eyes. Green like Master Yoda's lightsaber and probably just as piercing. It was already getting pretty late and 12 am galactic standard time was not a good time to make decisions, as far as Ahsoka was concerned.

She replied, "Give me a day to think about it please."

The barkeep replied, "Of course. You take as much time as you want. Here is the key to the upstairs room. Irene will get you to it. I'll wake you up if anyone from the Council shows up. No, it is free of cost, you are our guest for tonight. The name is Harry by the way, Harry Potter."

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So please read and review. No flames though please. Next chapter will be Harry's view though short and meeting the police and the Jedi Council(and one not a master but still on the Council).