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Harry Potter: Rise of the Sith Incubus

Chapter One: A Lesson in History

"Talking"

Thinking

"Shouting" - Spells - Emphasized Words

He actually cackled as his victim writhed violently under his ministrations. His cruel gaze went from his victim to the others gathered around them, his yellow and red eyes focusing on each one as he went through them. Darth Sidious; a name he'd adopted after watching Star Wars for the first time; stopped his torture of the male in front of him and allowed the man a little reprieve.

"Now then, Voldemort…" he said in a calm, collected manner that betrayed the cruelty with which he'd been dealing with said Dark Lord. "I do believe it's about time you understand—" He didn't get to finish his speech as Voldemort, in a surprising show of strength, powered through the agonizing pain he must have been feeling and shouted Crucio, pointing his wand at him.

The spell flew through the air, and all watched with bated breath as it seemed to be going for a direct hit, only for Pettigrew to suddenly find himself in its path, taking the curse in Sidious' place. As the man dropped writhing and screaming in pain, Sidious turned his suddenly serious gaze upon Voldemort once more.

"Oh…still have some fight in you, eh?" He said in a mocking manner, before with a jab of his hand, lightning poured from his fingertips and latched upon the downed Dark Lord, making the man scream in agony, his hold on Pettigrew gone.

The others, shocked into inaction, just watched as their Dark Lord was handled by him. Sidious smiled cruelly as he tortured Voldemort, his other hand, holding his own wand, arched toward the still form of Pettigrew.

"Stupefy. I still have use for you, Pettigrew." He said, before turning his attention back to the writhing form of Voldemort. "I have use for you as well, Voldemort, that is why you will not die this day…no, you have a major role to play in the grand scheme of things." He knew his words were probably not even registering with the downed man, but he felt like giving a monologue all the same.

"You really thought I'd be a paragon of the Light?" He laughed cruelly, eyes showing the madness inside as he let loose momentarily. "I'll tell you about my childhood and you tell me if you'd still be a good little boy."

† Flashback: 7 Years Ago †

It was another normal day in the Dursley household, young Freak would get up, make breakfast for everyone, still get beaten for whatever reason and locked back into his room. He was used to this behavior from his relatives by this point, but he still felt some anger at them for how they treated him. He was pretty sure he'd done nothing to warrant another beating!

He launched a hand forward, mostly to help him in venting his anger, but this particular time, a small arc of lightning shot from his fingers and touched the wall opposite to the door, causing a small sizzle and a burn mark to appear. Freak's eyes widened at the discovery. Was this why they treated him badly? Because he had these abilities? He tried again, but nothing came, and he frowned, he'd need to look into this.

† Tempus: One Day Later †

Again he was locked away in his room, and he was angry. His cousin had punched him, and no one said a thing! He vented his frustration by surging his hand forward once more, surprised once again as lightning shot from his fingertips and onto the wall. Surprise was replaced with realization. He'd been angry both times he'd used this power, so he conjured thoughts that made him angry

Being beaten even after doing everything asked, his cousin flaunting his new toys on his face as his parents laughed…he made the same motion with his hand, and smiled as an arc of lightning sprouted from his fingertips and launched itself onto the wall.

Happy with the discovery, he would get his revenge one day, but he needed to bide his time, get to a point where he could use this newfound power at a moment's notice instead of having to focus as much as he'd needed. He also needed to learn if there were other powers he had, not just shooting lightning out of his fingers.

† Tempus: One Week Later †

He spent the following week training his power whenever he was left to his own devices, which was pretty often, to be truthful. He discovered he could move things with his mind, if he concentrated hard enough. He had also learned that his relatives were going to enlist him in a primary school with their little boy. It was then he learned his name, Harry, Harry James Potter.

He was awake late one night when he heard a little commotion coming from just outside his room, and as he extended his senses outward, he discovered he could hear the quite well despite their whispering and the impeding of the door.

"You've been treating him as instructed, yes Petunia?" A voice he didn't recognize said, and he straightened, somehow knowing they were talking about him. "I need him to be raised a certain way…" the man continued before being interrupted by his aunt, who had a small quiver to her voice.

"Of course, Dumbledore, the money's good, and besides I never really liked that my sister was a witch and I wasn't." She said and Harry, somehow, knew the woman was hiding something, her thoughts elsewhere as she spoke.

Vernon's beat me more than once when I tried to defend Harry…he heard coming from his aunt, and his eyes widened. He could heard other people's thoughts! Those were indeed excellent news; he could use that to his advantage whenever he needed to learn things they didn't want him to know.

"Good…" He heard the man, this Dumbledore, say before there was a ruffling and the sound of a door opening and closing. Harry pulled himself back from his exercise and a smile slowly formed on his face. Oh the fun he could have with these powers.

† Tempus: Three Years Later †

Harry sat on the table, waiting for breakfast. He'd studied and grew during the years. He learned he could control the minds of those of weaker will than his own, he perfected the art of shooting lightning and lifting and throwing objects. He'd trained all the powers as he discovered them, and he was now demonstrating the mastery of mind control by making his family into his personal servants.

"My lord, your breakfast." Said his aunt, and he smiled magnanimously at the woman allowing her to serve him his plate, before retreating to the oven to continue making the others' breakfast. He needed them in good health if they were to serve him properly after all. He had searched the mind of his relatives, finding that his uncle was being influenced by something, an outside force; which made him wonder if there were others like him out there; and his cousin was just a product of the way he was raised, a spoiled brat.

As his aunt came back with the rest of their breakfast, and Harry began eating, which in turn made them begin eating their own meals; he turned his attention to his aunt.

"Aunt Petunia, who is Albus Dumbledore?" He asked simply, causing the two adults to freeze at the name. He'd taken the man's full name from his uncle's mind one day, as his thoughts betrayed him quite often when Harry questioned him about certain things. "I'm curious as to why I've never seen the man, but both of you seem pretty well-acquainted with the man."

Harry took a sip of his orange juice; his preferred beverage during breakfast; and calmly set it upon the table, his green eyes betraying no emotion as he turned his gaze once more to his aunt.

"I don't like to be made to wait, aunt." He explained unnecessarily as he watched them squirm under his gaze. He raised a hand and was about to resort to torture when his uncle of all people, spoke up.

"M-my lord…Dumbledore is a powerful wizard who entrusted us with your care." The formerly obesely fat man spoke up, and Harry simply nodded, the tense atmosphere dissipating if only by a small margin. "He…he was the one who instructed us to treat you as we did previously, my lord."

Harry's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the only indication of his displeasure, before lighting struck his uncle and the man valiantly tried not to scream in agony. "And you follow said instructions, because…?

This time it was his aunt who answered, as he stopped shocking his uncle and looked at the woman. "He did something to Vernon, that changed him…he was never a violent man, but he became so, so violent" the woman lamented as tears dropped from her eyes.

Harry got up from his seat, and despite his low stature due to his age, he seemed to tower above the rest of them as they cowered under his gaze. He got close to his aunt and offered her a comforting pat on the knee. "There, there, aunt Petunia…I have shielded you three from that man, meaning he cannot have his way with your minds as he used to." He explained, an eerily magnanimous tone to his voice a child his age; he was but ten after all; should simply not have.

"These powers of mine…I believe I have good control over them, but I want more, I need to know more…" He stated simply, looking from one to the other with a smile on his face, a cruel, sadistic smile. "And as I learn and grow, you, as my servants, shall too grow." He went back to his seat and looked at the three other occupants of the room.

"Loyalty is rewarded…disobedience…" He began, and the three intoned punished under their breaths, and Harry laughed.

† Tempus: Four Years Later †

He was with the Weasleys at the Quidditch World Cup, lying awake at their shared tent he went over the happenings of the last three years. He got his letter to Hogwarts, a school for wizards and witches, which apparently was what he was. He discussed how everything would work with his relatives, how they should behave in his absence and how they would treat him in public.

Everything went according to plan, until he placed that wretched hat upon his head. Apparently there was no defense it could not overcome, and it discovered Harry's true ambitions and aspirations. It reassured the young Dark Lord that it could not divulge what he learned inside a student's head, no matter how much he wanted to in Harry's case.

He ended up in Gryffindor, where he believed he could make the most use of his powers. He made friends with some of the other kids he met during the voyage to Hogwarts, and the intelligent one, Hermione her name was, seemed to be rather easy to manipulate despite her intelligence; a deficit in friends as she grew up and his apparent interest in her hobbies saw to it she was hooked like a fish.

The red haired boy, however, proved to be more of a detriment to his schemes than an ally, as he would always belittle the girl and caused her to doubt their friendship. He cut ties with the boy almost immediately, preferring the well-mannered young witch's company.

He found out about one of his teachers being an enemy in disguise, and Harry's curiosity was piqued? Whose enemy? He investigated on his own and discovered that the stuttering mess that was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirinus Quirell, was said enemy, and figuring he would need to learn more, began showing more interest in his class, to get the professor's attention.

During the times he had to himself, young Harry would continue training in his powers. He was able to still sense his relatives all the way in Surrey despite being kilometers away. He could sense all life in the school, and distinguish who each and every one was, he could sense their thoughts and true ambitions, those who could defend themselves proving too weak against the onslaught that were his powers.

He could lift any object without effort, and could throw lightning at a moment's notice. He did notice that as he did so, his appearance changed, he became paler and paler, his skin ashen white, his eyes lost their green coloring, changing to a yellow with red outlines. He had to learn to conceal his features, favoring his old looks for appearance's sake for the moment.

Eventually it boiled down to him and Hermione going after the professor as he went after the artifact being held inside the school. Harry had surmised it had purposefully been placed in the school; he had just to work out why. But he eventually beat the false professor, who was being used as a vessel to someone who named himself Voldemort.

That had been only his first year, during his second year; Harry made friends with one Ginevra Weasley. The red haired boy's sister. She was intelligent and had spirit, something he favored. However, he discovered her supposed crush on the boy-who-lived legend, and decided to eliminate such feelings at their roots. He regaled her some fables about his true infancy, not at all like the tales the books depicted; he'd bought some of the books and read them over once; and after some discussion about him, he noticed a slight change in the girl. She still seemed to have a crush on him, but she was no longer in love with the fable of Harry Potter.

His second year was marked by the appearance of a giant snake on the school. At first all he knew was that it was a snake, and that it was big; he could understand it, and the only animals he'd been able to talk to were snakes, he'd tested that; but only Hermione and Ginevra seemed to believe his claims. They researched large magical snakes and soon came upon the Basilisk, an ancient, powerful type of snake.

He noticed that Ginevra; Ginny, as she'd insisted he call her; began to participate less and less on their study group, and became distant toward them, and Harry, worried; a foreign feeling for sure, but he wasn't without feelings, no matter how much he suppressed them; tried to reach out to the girl, finding that she kept a secret diary, that wrote back. It caught his attention and he asked to be able to peruse said diary.

It didn't take long for him to understand the true intentions of the diary, it was a remnant of Voldemort, and wanted to bring himself back to power. Harry pretended not to know its schemes and returned the diary to Ginny, although he kept a close eye on the girl and her interactions with it. It would eventually make the mistake of attacking both Hermione and Ginny.

Harry didn't care much about the diary's designs and desires, but no one messed with those two…no one that wasn't him, of course. So he went after Ginny, finding the Chamber of Secrets, and killing the snake with an overdose of lightning. He gave the diary the same treatment, and the specter of Tom Marvolo Riddle; he'd introduced himself during their conversation; died out as the diary was ripped and torn.

Third year was a weird one. It began with the notice of the convicted criminal; who he later discovered was his godfather; Sirius Black's escape from the wizarding prison, Azkaban. He studied during his stay with his relatives, about politics other such interesting topics. He wanted to be at the top, so he needed to know more than those currently there. It was during that year that Hermione introduced him to what would become his favorite series…Star Wars.

For some reason the characters in the movie had the same powers he showed mastery over. Control of other's minds, ability to shoot lightning, lift and throw objects, all without the usage of a wand, and while watching the movies; there were three of them; Harry became enchanted with the character of Darth Sidious. It was then that Harry's goal became clear. Much like Sidious in the movies, Harry wanted to be the ruler…but he didn't care about the people like his relatives, he had little use for them, but wizardkind, however, and the various magical creatures existent? Now there were worthy subjects.

He left his relatives' home earlier that year, spending some time by himself in the Leaky Cauldron; a rather busy tavern located near Diagon Alley, the wizard's busiest street during a certain time of the year; and while there, he became quick friends with the owner, a Tom, if memory served him correctly.

During his stay, Harry had perused the many shops of the Alley, and acquisitioned items he knew would be useful in the long term plan he had in his mind. In time, the moment of acquiring his year's supplies came, and he walked into the Alley, accompanied as always, whenever she was close by, by Hermione Granger.

That year was rather slow, compared to others, he came into contact with what he learned were called Dementors, and learned they sucked the happiness out of someone, forcing that person to relive their worst memories. He found that ability rather interesting, and was fascinated as he was forced to relive the night his mother was murdered. He needed to keep up appearances, however, and pretended to pass out as the monster came close to him.

That year he learned he had…feelings for his friend, Hermione. He, of course, ignored them, as he knew that once she had outlived her usefulness, he'd have to dispose of the bushy haired girl, no matter what he felt. The whole time-traveling thing that Dumbledore arranged for them was somewhat confusing at first, but Harry knew both his selves would eventually realize what was going on, he was confident in his own intelligence after all.

That brought him back to his current situation. He'd fallen asleep as he reminisced about the past, but this was different, he was in front of a man…a very different man. This man knew about his true nature, he knew almost everything about him, and while it unnerved him to have someone be able to read him that easily, Harry booked it as a reason for him to take his studies even more seriously.

"Pleasantries aside, I have a reason for being here, young one." The man spoke, and Harry noticed the Honeyed suggestion in his mind to believe this man, but slammed his defenses upon that little message, and narrowed his eyes at the man. "Ah, good, you can resist the temptation…for how long, I wonder?" The man spoke and Harry, quickly losing patience with the man's nonchalance, shot lightning at him.

Only to have it pass right through the man. "No use, kid. I'm not even here right now…I'm in the real world, giving you what I promised your mother when we struck our deal." This piqued his interest, not only did this man know his mother, they had a deal between them that involved him? Color me interested he said in his mind.

"If I may, what deal?" Harry inquired, eyes focused on the man's, trying to assess if he was being truthful or not. He wasn't able to get a read on the man, and he became alert at that, his defenses were good.

"Oh, she was desperate to have a child, it was her dream to start a family, but you see…your father wasn't the most potent of men" the man said simply, and having studied about human reproduction, Harry knew what he meant. "She tried everything, and eventually came to me with a deal, I get to give you a Soul Shard, and in exchange I help them conceive a child."

Harry nodded, understanding everything thus far, but one question remained. "And what, pray tell, is a Soul Shard, good sir?" He asked and the man chuckled at him.

"It is a piece of the soul of a god, an Incubus god. These shards grant certain abilities to the user, but come at a price. You'll require sex to live, as in actual need. You'll live with the voices of the shard trying to turn you into something you're not…" Harry thought about that for a moment.

"What makes you believe I even want that?" He asked of the man, and again his response was a chuckle, but this time there was a shake of the head accompanying it.

"You don't get to choose, it's already done. Like I said, I'm not really inside this dream with you, this is just a projection, I was performing the necessary rituals to introduce the Soul Shard into your body." This caused Harry's eyes to widen and the man laughed as he disappeared.

He came to the following day, feeling weaker than he'd felt when he was but an abused child. He could feel the drain in his powers, and the desire he felt was greater than anything he'd ever felt. He needed to find someone to help him, so he walked out of the Weasley family tent and walked around the camps of the world cup looking for someone, anyone he could trick into helping him.

He saw the answer to his problems as he came to the bathrooms. He saw a man walk out of a booth, with a satisfied grin upon his face, and upon inspection of said booth, he saw a hole in it at the right height for one to stick their…manhood into. Not thinking straight due to the strain on his body, Harry just entered the booth, closed the door, and took off his pants, allowing them to fall to the ground and he took hold of his member and made himself hard.

He wasn't sure how big he was, but neither did that really bother him, as he had his mind on other goals up until that point in time. He shook his head of any other thought rather than the satisfaction he was about to receive, and put his penis into the hole in the wall.

AN: And as I said, I'm starting a new story...I'm going to apologize right off the bat as this first chapter will feel a little rushed, but I wanted to cover Harry's first three years at Hogwarts (Very little difference from Canon, what differences there are are noted in the fanfic) before getting to the point where the fic really starts off, the fourth year.

I'm going to make this a three-way Xover, It'll be Harry Potter as the main scenario, with Star Wars elements (The Force) and some The Last Sovereign, which is a game by Sierra Lee which I really recommend you give it a shot, as it's awesome.

It'll be a Harem fic, give part of Harry's powers are sex dependant, but for right now I only have two women really planned in it, one you can see mentioned in this chapter, Hermione, the other one is a surprise for now. Any other women you guys want can be said in your reviews as well as the reason for them, Harry will only allow powerful women (politically or magically) into his bed so keep that in mind.

I'm sorry if this setting doesn't please you but I've had this idea in my mind for a while, and I wanted to give it a whirl.

Thanks for your time and reviews!

See ya o/