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Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, a man with more titles than he cares to count, and a teacher by profession. Was at a loss for what to do.
Voldemort had been defeated just a few wee hours earlier. Yet he feared the defeat of the most feared Dark Lord of the time was only a momentary reprieve, a breather for what was yet to come.
The person, or babe rather responsible for the miraculous defeat of the dark magician laid asleep in a hastily repaired crib salvaged from the remains of the Potter's Godric's Hollow hide-out. Harry Potter, now an orphan, the boy who lived despite the impossibility of the odds.
And that left Dumbledore at a loss for what to do. Lily had, before her death. Borderline begged Little Harry not be sent to live with her sister. Insisting Petunia Dursley nee Evans would be abusive towards a child simply because of his magical nature.
Yet Dumbledore didn't want to place the savior of the Wizarding World with a magical family either. They would surely spoil him rotten and/or exploit him for the fame he would surely inherit if the word got out of a surviving Potter.
So far, the Headmaster didn't announce the survival of a Potter heir in fear of what the ministry would do to the child, the war may be over. Yet, many death eaters still walked freely. Some, like Lucious Malfoy, he was sure would get away scott free due to his wealth and influence in the Ministry of Magic.
"Are you okay Albus?" Minerva Mcgonagall asks as she walks into the office.
"No, I don't know what to do, I'm running out of options Minerva." The humbled old man admits, letting a weary sigh escape his lips.
"Do you think?" The question, though not finished, was understood. Minerva's eyes caught sight of a flashy silver cylindrical device sitting on the desk. Her eyes widen slightly, "So, it really must come to using that? Are you sure it still works? It has been at Hogwarts longer than you or I, Albus."
Shaking his head, Albus explained himself, for the purpose of placating his closest friend, "I must try. I'll not dishonor Lily or James Potter to simply dump him with his relatives or people who might exploit him."
Dumbledore picked up the device, and fumbled for a moment, as he attempted to remember how to activate it.
The room was dark, the lights had been turned off, and the blinders had been closed to ensure as little light as possible could intrude.
Opening his Eye, A tiny green creature that could be mistaken for an elf, Master Yoda, the highest ranking member of the Jedi Order asked his fellow ancient Master, "Master Fay, a pleasure to see you, it is. What brings you to the temple?
Fay, who despite being over 400 years old still retained a youthful appearance smiled softly and answered "The will of the Force, Master Yoda."
Boeing his head and letting his ears droop, the master of the order states softly "So, you have felt it as well. Two, in such a short period, disturbing this is. Master Qui-gon, a child he will bring. Strong in the Force he is, and given time, stronger than any Jedi he could be. Yet the Force, the force remains upset. Unbalanced it is, at two points in the galaxy, the greater, and the lesser."
"You fear the chosen one?" The blond Jedi asked cautiously, with the re-emergence of the sith, a powerful Force sensitive was no matter to take lightly. Yet Yoda spoke of two, intriguing, as this was to her, it also mirrored some concerns about the fate of the Jedi in her mind.
Yoda, regaining some composure, admitted to her, "Fear? Yes, I fear for the future of the order. Two children of power, to the temple they will arrive soon, uncertain. Their future is clouded by the dark side."
"And you fear that these children will be the cause?" Fay asked, hoping to hear otherwise from her superior. But the Force was a cruel mistress, and at that moment, a beeping sound interrupted the two, as Yoda pulled out his communication device.
One he only kept in him, never expecting it to go off, especially not in this precise moment.
Activating it, a barely familiar figure presented itself shrouded in the holographic blue. One Yoda wasn't as familiar with, no one spoke for a moment.
"Master Yoda, I apologise for calling you at such a time. But I'm afraid that the favor that you owed to the previous Headmaster, I know must ask for it to be repaid. I would not have bothered you if it wasn't of utmost importance." The bearded old man asked, desperation, tiredness and weariness coming through his voice.
"Speak of this Favor, Headmaster Dumbledore. If we can, then help, the Jedi will." The green little elf answered, bringing a hand to his chin.
Giving the old Jedi a Nod, the Headmaster began explaining "Unfortunately, Magical Britain has been embroiled in Civil War for the better part of the decade. Voldemort, a self styled Dark Lord has been terrorizing our nation, until just a few hours ago. When he attacked the hide out of one of my own soldiers, Lily and James Potter were murdered, but somehow, their child, Managed to survive a curse which not even his parents had, for better or worse. Defeating Voldemort.
"His only relatives are people I'm afraid who would only abuse him. And when words get out of the boy surviving an encounter and defeating the Dark Lord, I'm afraid any family I may give him to that I trust will only spoil him, or worse, exploit him for his fame, and I'm afraid, while defeated, Voldemort is not gone for good."
Coming into view of the Oddly clothed elder, master Fay asked, "Excuse my interruption. But are you certain that this DarkSider will return?"
Nodding respectfully, Dumbledore revealed. "I'm certain. Voldemort had been hunting the Potter family for a long time, you see. Harry here, is subject to a prophecy, a prophecy which as of now, points at little Harry."
Stroking his chin as he had been earlier, Yoda asks "may we hear this prophecy?"
"Indeed, the prophecy states: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born of those who have thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies… and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have a power the dark lord knows not… and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live as the other survives." Upon reciting the prophecy to the two olders, Dumbledore received silence.
"this is a local prophecy." Fay commented, causing the other Jedi to nod in agreement, however, Yoda spoke up once more, this time addressing the youthful Fay, "The people of the planet, Headmaster Dumbledore hails from. Blind to the force they are, a different source of power they use. Magic they call it, unique to them it is. A planet deep within the dangers of the unknown regions. Encountered this planet I had once, the previous Headmaster, save my life he did."
Frowning, Yoda turned back to Dumbledore, who promptly asked "Will you take the child? The Potter's were a wealthy family and I can assure you if arrangements have to be made…"
Dumbledore trailed off seeing Yoda raise his hand "His inheritance, we don't need. Take the boy we will, a Jedi he may not become, but cared for, he will be."
"Thank you Master Yoda, you have lifted a great many worries from this old man." Dumbledore replied with a small bow.
The com turned off, and the two Jedi masters were alone once more.
"To depart, I must prepare. See this youngling, I must." The Grandmaster said hopping off his chair.
Fay stood up as well, "We could use my ship, the Force is trying to tell me something about this child of destiny. But, it's… it's barely an audible whisper."
"Magic and the force, two, different entities they are. Believed such a thing existed I did not. Until with my eyes, I saw. Dangerous it is, but confined it remains. I must warn you Master Fay, this world we head to, primitive it is." Yoda explained as he walked away. Door closing behind the diminutive master.
"So you are sending the brat away to aliens?" Severus snape asks, scoffing at the notion.
It had been a week since Dumbledore had contacted Yoda, and he awaited the arrival of the Jedi anxiously. The last he heard from them, the Jedi Master would arrive today. So he had dienged it prudent to alert his trusted ones of young Potter's fate.
"Doubt you do? Hmmm." A familiar voice only to Albus spoke from the Door, Minerva, along Two unfamiliar faces to the staff walking in.
Dumbledore stood, greeting the pair "Master Yoda, thank you for coming, and you too…?"
"I am Jedi Master Fay." The near human woman introduced herself.
Immediately, the others took stock of her facial features. She was more Akin to an elf of fairy tail, with the same ethereal beauty. Her compassionate grey eyes and black lipstick did well to contract her brown Jedi robes and blond hair.
But her eyes were drawn to a corner of the room, the cry of a fuzzing baby came from the crib as Harry Potter made himself known.
"There's a lot of darkness in your heart young one." Yoda addressed Snape, "A lot of grief, sadness, anger, and hate. Let go you must, of these negative feelings you hold onto."
The Slytherin potion master looked at the green troll in the eyes and said "You don't know what I've been through. Don't tell me to let go when I just lost someone dear to me."
"Old I am, for over eight hundred years I've served the Jedi, many Jedi I have seen, many I have taught personally. Their deaths, deep they hurt. But bitterness, resentment. In my heart, no place for them there is." The diminutive master lecture, drawing another scoff from the potion maker.
From her side of the room, Fay lifted a crying Harry from his crib. Who began to calm down upon feeling himself being held in tenders arms. His crying had been reduced to hiccups, but tears still welled in his eyes.
Immediately, she sensed something dark, something that didn't belong in the boy. She paid close attention to the scar, drawing the healing force into her left hand, she prepped him up on her right arms as his tiny legs wrapped around her hips.
She pressed the hand onto the scar, sending all the positive and loving energy she could, which caused the baby to whimper in pain momentarily, as the scar opened away, and wisps of black smoke left the wound, which promptly began to mend itself once more.
The boy didn't speak, but regarded the stranger with weariness as she did her best to calm him down.
His eyes soon turned to curiosity at the stranger holding him, and reached out to touch the Jedi with his hand. He didn't speak, perhaps, Fay guessed he didn't know how to yet.
But she felt something, something she hadn't expected.
During hers and Yoda's journey through the planet, not once did they sense the force in any individual, if it existed in this place, it was clouded by whatever, this so called magic did to cloud their force sense.
Yet she felt it clear as day.
Centuries of training contained her surprise as she soon felt the same feeling return. He was using the force!
The baby had been touching her presence in the force unconsciously. And soon he had a grip on her robes, she was a warm presence to him, perhaps the only comforting thing he had felt since being left orphaned.
"Master Yoda. I believe you might want to see this for yourself." The woman called out, much to Yoda's own surprise.
The small but powerful Jedi approached the woman holding the baby, as his own eyes widened, "Force sensitive young Potter is. Excellent news, this is. Easier, this development makes. Of the Jedi, the boy must become."
"That's… unexpected," Dumbledore answers, having just dismissed the others in the room
Finishing his inspection of the child, Yoda admitted, with a bit of tremble in his voice, "Perhaps, but strange, that a boy is born with both your Magic, and the Force. Great, or terrifying things, he could achieve."
"Perhaps, but considering how oppressive magic is to our senses, him becoming a Jedi might inhibit his development in this magic of yours." Fay stated, paying extra attention to the curious yet weary child she held in her arms.
"Then in your care, I leave Harry Potter. " Dumbledore said with closure, "Will you be staying for supper?"
"Return to the temple we must. Short on time we are." Yoda declined kindly, with a bow he turned to leave, "Come Fay, much to discuss we have."
Settling once more in her seat, Fay pulled her spacecraft out of hyperspace. Allowing the force to guide her on a peaceful descent through the atmosphere of coruscant.
As they touched down on the landing pad on the Jedi temple, Fay turned to Yoda, "I wish to be the Child's Jedi Master."
"Interesting choice that is. recall, you ever taking an apprentice before, I do not." The diminutive green Jedi said, Yoda's face grew serious for a moment. " Perhaps it's for the best. A familiar presence, he remains with. Come, we must introduce Young Potter to the council, we must."
"I wish I had a Starfighter like that." Youngling Harry Potter commented as he passed a tool to the senior Jedi he was assisting.
It had been nine years since he had first come to the Jedi temple. And at the age of ten years old, the boy had an insatiable love for any sort of flying machines. Spending more time in the temple's garage than in any other place, other than stuck at Fay's side whenever she came to the temple.
This had led him to eventually meeting, and befriending the decade older Anakin Skywalker
The Knight gratefully took the wrench and smiled, "well, perhaps now that you are a Padawan, we can modify one of the Starfighters laying around."
"Really?" The boys eyes lit up
"Yeah, plus, Master Tiin is hoping I modify more star fighters anyways. As a way to ease their fear of me simply taking possession of this thing. Besides…" suddenly Anakin's eyes darkened significantly, "With the Clone Wars, I don't want to see any Jedi. Especially the younger ones put in unnecessary risk."
"Skywalker, there you are!!" A voice pulled them from their conversation, as a Jedi poked his head through the door, "I see Potter with you. Good, I'm afraid you are needed in the council chambers… I'm afraid... I don't have good news."
There was a shift in the mood of the two Padawan and Knight, as the two bolted out of the Garage, Starfighters completely forgotten as they ran through the halls of the Jedi temple.
The closer they got, the slower Harry became, his eyes wide with tears in them. "Fay.." he murmured.
Outside, in the hall, Master Yoda, Along with Plo Koon, Obi-Wan and Windu stood. All looking solemnly, eyes turned towards the two Padawans.
"Padawan Potter." Yoda began, approaching the young boy, "I must inform you. That, Master Fay, has passed on to the Force. From now, Master Plot, your master, he will be."
However, the words fell on Deaf ears. As Harry turned and ran away from the Masters of the order as fast as he could.
Plo Koon debated whether to give chase, but he was stopped by Anakin.
Receiving a questioning look from both his own Master and the Kel Dorian, Anakin explained with a reluctant sigh, "Fay, did not raise Harry in the same way the other Jedi brought into the temple are, Fay, she was more of a mother to him than a master, there's been times he's even called her that… I thought I should let you know, as our Jedi doctrines, can sound quite insensitive, especially to the younger ones. He's... quite attached to her."
Obi-Wan frowned, knowing how Anakin himself felt at the passing of his mother. Knowing that his own Padawan probably still blamed him, shaking his head, the Stewjon native spoke up, "Anakin, you are perhaps the one that can relate the most to him now. Perhaps you should go to him, if Master Plot doesn't mind that is."
Said Jedi shook his head, "I'm fine with this. Let Padawan Potter grieve, but he must be ready. Fay wasn't a Jedi General, and refused to take him on dangerous missions. But I can't afford to give him that luxury."
Anakin found him in the same garage they had been working earlier, facing out towards the coruscant sunset. He had tucked himself into a ball in his favorite spot, whimpers could be heard, and to the older Knight, he could see the shake of the shoulders.
Anakin sat next to him, resting a hand on his shoulders. The two sat like that for perhaps hours.
Eventually the tears ran dry for the new Padawan.
"Why did she have to die?" Harry asked weakly.
"I don't know, that's a question I myself could never answer." Skywalker admitted, "When my mother died, all I could do is blame myself, and Obi-Wan."
Harry listened, Anakin had never gone into his past before no matter how much he had tried to prod in the past.
"She died in my arms, and I… did some things I'm not proud of, and perhaps, I still haven't gotten over it in a sense. I'm afraid of losing people I care about. So I always put myself in harm's way to see they always make it home. But in the end, despite what everyone thinks, it's my fear of losing those I love which drives me to be a stronger Jedi. But still, I fail when it matters."
Harry gulped asking, "do you still blame yourself for what happened to Ahsoka Tano."
"Yes."
The peaceful night on Coruscant had been interrupted, one moment. The bustling city planet was moving along as it did every other day, the next, all traffic had been stopped.
The night sky was illuminated an ominous red, the Force stood deadly quiet, the air was still.
For one sleepless Jedi Padawan, this was an omen. One he didn't hesitate to take seriously, as he put his back into the small storage compartment of his modified Delta 7 Starfighter, a Project he and Anakin had finished following the death of Fay, and Harry becoming apprentice to a Jedi General.
The delta 7 Jedi Starfighter, was a heavily modified version. Trading off fire power that Anakin had preferred for better shields and Hyperdrive range, and while it had its own independent Hyperdrive system, it could still be attached to its hyperdrive ring.
Instead of the torpedo tubes and Missile launchers Anakin had preferred on his modified Versions of the Azure Angel, Harry Himself chose a cloaking device. Knowing he was too young and inexperienced to truly enter a dog fight.
"Where are you going." A voice said behind him.
Harry was stunned, eyes wide, his hands shook and his face took on a plane complexion.
Slowly, he turned around, to observe the bluish shimmering figure of the only mother he ever knew.
"Fay?"
"Harry, we don't have long to talk to. But know I will be guiding you through your journey. It's time for you to return home… son." The ghost disappeared from view, a small feeling of annoyance washed over the Jedi.
As he climbed aboard his star fighter, another presence stopped him in the platform.
"Potter, before you go." The voice of Yoda called out to him. "That your mother didn't carry a lightsaber, the myths say."
The Padawan paused for a moment, "Tell me something I don't know."
"True, this is. But like all Jedi, recently, a lightsaber, she crafted. Not for herself, but one she loved above all else." Retrieving a hilt from his pouch, Yoda floated a simple cylinder.
The hilt, much like Fay had been, was minimalist, most of the metallics had been covered in a black synthetic rubber material, which made the Lightsaber a comfortable grip, aside from this note, it was a rather plain blade.
But that didn't matter to Harry, who upon igniting the saber was greeted with a yellow blade. He could feel Fay's very Aura in it, the same compassion, the same love she always held in her heart.
"Yellow, the sign of a Sentinel, arbiters of justice they are." The little green trog informed him, "You, Harry Potter, have a destiny away from the Jedi Order. Your Biological Parents, Murdered, by a Dark Sider, akin to a Sith Lord. Powerful he was, but he met his end crossing your birth mother, he did. Although defeated, this Dark Lord, alive he is. Be vigilant, you must. Far into the unknown regions, your homeworld lies. May the force be with you, Potter."
"And may the force be with you, Master Yoda." Harry bid farewell, one last time, "Always."
Putting the Lightsaber on an arms rest on his cockpit, as his own double bladed one took up his clip, Harry finally closed the cockpit of his Starfighter.
Letting the force guide him, he docked with a Hyperdrive ring, knowing his craft had limited hyper space range. And after inputting the coordinates to his destination, the space fighter jumped into hyper-space.
A burning spacecraft zoomed through the atmosphere, this was the final planet on his long, arduous journey. And the pilot was barely holding it together, the planet whose atmosphere he entered was thick and lush, and he hadn't thought to reduce his speed just a tad bit.
In the end it didn't matter, soon enough he had slowed down, and now, he was cruising through the air.
"Finally." The Jedi spoke up, looking for somewhere to land his spacecraft on, he wanted to be done with this journey.
As soon as he had entered the sphere of the planet his equipment had begun to malfunction. Thankfully nothing crazy had happened like his hyperdrive activating and shooting him into the planet below.
But it had tested his patience, with all the alarms and bells whistling about.
The Jedi Starfighter touched down on the ground, skidding to a stop as it bled off the last of its speed.
In front of him, he had a great view of a large stoney castle, nothing he had ever seen before. And he stared at it for a while, getting lost in thought.
Much had happened in the month it took him to reach this unknown planet. The Jedi and the Republic had fallen. Mere days into his journey, Palpatine, who had declared himself emperor declared every Jedi an enemy of the republic. And that had been where most of his time had been spent, avoiding the imperial planets, seeking those that had to yet bend the knee to the self proclaimed emperor, and those had been few and far between.
It had left him, numb.
He was numb, as he felt every Jedi be wiped out from existence in mere hours.
He was numb because every tear he had shed had already been spent on the person he cared the most about years prior.
12 year old Jedi Padawan Harry Potter, was numb to the galaxy.
Soon, his spacecraft was surrounded by a group of people. The leader being an old man dressed in an odd purple robe and a long, white beard which went from his phase down to his stomach.
Sliding his cockpit open. Harry hoped to the force that these primitive and weirdly dressed people somehow spoke Galactic Basic, "Hello there, I am Jedi General Harry Potter, of the Galactic Republic. Can you understand me?"
"Why of course!" The man answered, "Welcome back, Harry Potter. It is most unfortunate… that you have returned to us so young."