ARC 1: Solusla Mando'ad - Lone Mando


Heir of Mandalore - C01/Jedi and Mando in Britain


PRINCE CHALLENGE by WhiteTigerWolf

So this idea stems from a story I want to write, but just won't come to me. The basic premise is that Harry is raised by Duchess Satine Kryze. I called it the Prince Challenge because Satine is the leader of her people, and this story would make Harry her heir. That said, while I can find plenty of info on what the children on non-ruling Dukes/Duchess' are (those that are related to a King/Queen, or simply under the rule of a King/Queen) I can't really find information on what the children of ruling Dukes/Duchess' are (That is Dukes/Ducess' that are essentially King/Queen, just called Duke/Duchess instead). So I felt Prince was an acceptable term.

Requirements:

- Harry must be adopted by OR reborn as Duchess Satine Kryze's biological son

- Satine must still follow the Resol'nare (look it up on Wookiepedia if you don't know it), if only in her own way

- When the time comes, Harry must be old enough to participate in the Clone Wars

- Harry must disagree with his mother's stance of Neutrality and leave/runaway to join the fighting (his reasons are up to you)

- Satine must, wrongfully, be informed of her son's death at some point (whether this is false information, mistake in reporting, or Harry is actually missing and presumed dead, is up you)

- Harry's presence must somehow save Satine from death

- Harry cannot be in a M/M relationship

Recommended:

- FemHarry

- Harry/Ahsoka Tano (I know it's popular, but I like it)

- Harry/Riyo Chuchi

- Harry/Female Jedi

- (If you go with Adopted Harry) Harry being pulled back to earth to fight Voldemort being the wrongful death his mother is informed of

- (If you go with Reborn Harry) Harry being the son of Satine AND Obi-Wan, with Satine not telling Obi-Wan for various reasons

- Harry somehow trained to use the force and/or fight with a lightsaber

A/N if it's not yet clear, I don't own Star Wars nor Harry Potter


Obi-wan blocked the blaster shots coming at them. Sabine was next to him, her blue armor so far stopped any stray attacks, but neither doubted that if they stayed in one place they would get to them. The Jedi knight did his best to deflect the laser beams at his enemies, but he didn't have enough space to maneuver in the tight corridor of the mine. They were retreating as fast as they could.

It was pure bad luck that the bounty hunters caught them in that mine. They arrived on Draboon on a large explorer ship, only to sneak out in pressurized suits while the freighter arrived at the more populated docking station. The plan was risky but guaranteed no one would even try to look for them there. All their tracks would lead to deep space.

His master ordered him to protect Satine at all cost after her father was killed. When House Kryze asked the council for support, they were reluctant to help, but the outcome of the civil war, if it was unfavorable to the order, could mean a new series of Mandalorian Crusades that everyone would want to avoid. And so he and his master answered Adonai Kryze's call and came to aid. Three months into their excursion, the warlord was killed and their plan went to hell. Qui-Gon ordered his padawan to protect Satine at all cost while he sorted out a new solution with the council and the new leader of the coalition.

As things were, Obi-wan was now stranded on an abandoned mining station, chased by Bounty Hunters and Venom-mites. They were almost out of supplies, they had little ammo left and Satine's armor suffered damage that made it impossible to survive in a vacuum. In short, they had little chance of actually escaping

"Stop being doom and gloom and instead help me!" The woman shouted at him, breaking his train of thoughts. Obediently, he cut the ceiling and caused the rocks to fall behind them, blocking the path. That gave them some breathing space.

Or not. The Venom-mites were small and agile enough to get through the cracks and continue chasing them. Satine tried to use her jet-pack to get out faster, but she hit her head into the ceiling. Obi-wan cursed the fact that she lost her beskar helmet long ago. The woman swooned into his hands. Her gaze was now distant and probably blurred.

Resigned, he lifted her up and started to run. With her in his arms, they didn't really have a chance to use his lightsaber or even a blaster. Instead, he reached into the force and pulled, enveloping himself in it and pushing it into his muscles. At the same time, the air before him parted as he ran forward. The Venom-mites were left behind as he followed the cold breeze to the exit. A conscious Satine would never let him carry her that way. She was too proud.

He managed to find an exit into a small hangar chiseled in a side of a canyon. He could remember seeing the canyon when they made planetfall. It would be a tight fit with the ship that was parked in here.

When he was trying to enter, he miscalculated the elevation of the ramp. He ended up tripping over with the Mandalorian still in his hands. She flew out of his hands and bumped into the ramp. The impact from the fall must've caused the blade hidden in her gauntlet to extend because when he managed to lift her again, she had a small gash going across her midriff. Nothing dangerous. It was a flesh wound. Still, it would probably leave a scar. And it was where only her suit protected her, not the armor...

He didn't bother to see what kind of ship it was. They would have time for it later. He strapped Satine to one of the passenger seats and got behind the steering stick. Getting the hang of everything as he went wasn't the easiest. Nobody thought about labeling the blasted buttons! Why didn't they at least put some pictures on it?!

"Obi!" Satine was now half-awake and swooning inside her safety belts. She probably had a concussion. "Remember Jakelia? We got to… test the beds they sold…" She had a stupid smile on her face and giggled.

"Yup! Definitely a concussion." Obi-Wan muttered to himself as he finally managed to start the engine.

"Maybe we can…" She didn't get to finish as a violent explosion shook the ship. The bounty hunters clearly weren't happy that someone stole their ship.

"Not now, Satine!" The Jedi shouted as he tried to maneuver through the tight canyon chased by two fighters.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Obi-Wan." She said suddenly as they were in the middle of the chase that could very well kill them. Why did she have to pledge her love to him right now?

It gave him a pause that almost cost them their lives. One of their engines was hit, but it seemed to hold.

"You just have a concussion, Satine!" he shouted. "Try to stay calm!" Even though he was well aware of just how evasive he was. He could feel her eyes drilling into the back of his head from her seat. "Eh… Balyc, Satine. Balyc…" He remembered the word she taught him. His Mando'a was never that great. Me too…

He knew it was a bad idea. He was a padawan. He wasn't allowed to form attachments. Especially not like that. Then he took a glance at Satine and refocused on getting the two out. And the fact that they were still chased by two fighters. He did a sharp dive that confused his opponents and rotated around his axis on his way down. The end result was that he was below them and his forward cannons were aimed at them. A quick salvo and both of them went crashing into the walls. The explosion caused by them lit the dark sky of Draboon.

"Okay. That dealt with we can safely try for a jump…" they left the planet's gravitational field and Obi-Wan punched coordinates of a new jump. They needed to drop the ship. He had no illusion that they were safe. More hunters would come. Or the Mandalorian assassins. He didn't fancy meeting either.

The stars turned into blue beams as the hyperdrive thrust them into Hyperspace and hurled them across the galaxy.

Now, the young Jedi had a chance to relax and patch Satine up. She apparently drifted into a deep sleep, but the scanner in the onboard medkit told him that she would be okay. He gave her a small bakta injection to help her heal and applied the paste on the cut. There would most likely still be a scar, but at least she wouldn't get any infection.

With that done, he finally allowed himself to fall asleep in the chair next to her. The day took a toll on him and they would remain in the Hyperspace for at least three days if everything went right.


It didn't go right.

Obi-Wan and Satine were woken by the sound of an explosion. Their ship shook as the blue of the hyperspace quickly got replaced by the starred void and giant ball of fire that was the local star!

The Jedi lunged for the steering stick and wrestled it back. Their left engine was completely gone, as was half of the ship. Luckily, the part they were in was undamaged or they might've not survived. The ship swirled around the sun, but that was about how much Obi-Wan could do. The controls gave the last beep before shutting off, as did several other systems. They were still traveling at incredibly high speed through space. With a giant blue planet directly on a collision course.

Satine let out a small string of Mandalorian curses and started to try and reroute the power to the support engines.

Obi-Wan sat cross-legged on the captain's chair and closed his eyes. It looked like he's been waiting for death.

"As much as I appreciate your optimism," she glared at him while working on the systems. She managed to cut off the problematic wire, but she now needed to replace it and the turbulences weren't helping. "I would've appreciated more if you helped!" She roared.

They were already entering the atmosphere.

Suddenly, the ship started to slow down. The power in steering thrusters returned and Obi-Wan gripped the steering stick. They were still approaching the land, but at least they could slow down the fall.

Below them, there was a small village where two groups seemed to be fighting with small blasters. Green and red beams littered the street. They all wore long, bulky robes that still did nothing to stop the shots.

Their ship smashed into a house nearby that seemed to be abandoned. They managed to crawl through the open space in the back but were now in the crossfire of two groups. The leader of one group appeared to be an alien of some kind that neither Obi-Wan nor Satine ever heard of. He had ashen-white skin, a face that looked more reptilian than human, and no hair. The other group responded to an elder human with a long white beard and old-fashioned spectacles. Not many in the galaxy still used spectacles when one could simply have surgery to fix the sight. And if impossible, it was usually more efficient to acquire cybernetic replacement since the damage had to be extensive.

"Kill the interlopers! Leave no one alive!" The snake-like alien screamed. Some of the black-robed men started to fire at the two crash-landers instead of their opponents. The ones under the lead of the bearded man ignored them for now and focused on the ones firing at them.

Obi-Wan drew his lightsaber and started blocking the incoming blaster shots. They felt weird in the force and his movement was much more sluggish. The green felt toxic while red carried certain… 'feebleness' to them. Like they were only stun bolts and not actual blasts. He also found himself unable to deflect any of them. Instead, his 'saber seemed to absorb them into itself. He wasn't exactly unfamiliar with certain materials and technologies that had a similar effect, but it was curious that attacks with such strong force presence were absorbed and not reflected.

"Perhaps they use Kyber Crystals to power their weapons?" He mused to himself.

Satine gave him an unamused look. "Less theory-crafting and more fighting, Cuyare!" Beloved. She called him beloved. Obi-Wan hated how imbalanced his feelings were. His concentration almost slipped and one of the green beams sailed past him. Luckily, Satine dodged, not willing to risk getting hit by it. She returned blaster fire with increased zeal.

"Remember Vorpa'ya?" She asked him.

"Not now-" he started to complain, but she interrupted him.

"Not that!" She lightly blushed. "The large group of hunters!"

"Right… Sorry," he had the decency to blush. He reached into a force and felt her. With a firm push, she went flying up. Her jet-pack pushed her forward and added to her speed. None of the shots could possibly hit her at that speed reliably. When she was closing on the enemies, the Mandalorian activated the flamethrower in her wristguard. The stream of flame descended upon black-robed men and ignited their robes.

The distraction allowed Obi-Wan to push forward and slice through three of the soldiers. The snake-like alien used… Was that a stick!? to create a shimmering yellow barrier in front of him that stopped the lightsaber.

"I am not sssure who are you, ssstranger." It hissed out in hatred. The Jedi could feel ripples in the force with each word. To be frank, it was disconcerting. "But you've made an enemy today!" With that, the alien disappeared, followed by his soldiers.

The ones that worked for the bearded man cheered.

One of the younger, with shaggy black hair, rushed to Obi-Wan and Satine. "That was some sick spellwork! What did you use to absorb the spells? And that incendio was great! Hey, are you free tonight, pretty?" The last one was clearly directed to Satine. Obi-Wan felt a sting of jealousy over that man trying to pick up on his beloved. His fist clenched. He tried to center himself in the force, but he also wanted to protect his… was she his girlfriend now?

"Sadly, I think my boyfriend might oppose to that idea." She replied diplomatically enough.

"Oh… Nevermind then. Seems the headmaster wants to talk with ya' though." He pointed at the bearded man who carefully approached them.

"Indeed. Thank you for the help in this battle. Your appearance saved many lives today. I fear it could've been a turning point in the war if not for you."

"What sector are we in?" Obi-Wan asked curiously. Their flight through hyperspace was interrupted prematurely, so there was no telling where they landed. While the navi-computer could probably tell it to them, it was probably faster to just ask.

"Sector? I'm afraid I'm confused, young man."

"Um… Could you just point us to the nearest space-port? We'll just book a flight from there." Satine tried, but she already suspected the answer.

It was a woman with fiery red hair and a polite smile that answered. She and a man with black messy hair joined them. He too wore glasses, much like the old man. "I think it's for the best if we retreat to somewhere private. If my suspicions are correct, it might be a shock for both sides…"

Explaining everything took them until early morning hours. Both sides were equally baffled by their discoveries. For the sheltered wizards (and one less sheltered muggle-born), the discovery that there is life beyond earth was frankly scary, especially when they've seen how destructive blaster is. Muggle firearms were one thing, but blaster had about ten times the kick. Not to mention the lightsaber.

Obi-Wan on the other hand was utterly terrified by wizarding society. The galaxy had maybe three thousand Jedi. This planet had at least a hundred thousand, and that was a pessimistic assumption. He couldn't imagine what would happen if they ever reached the stars. He also quickly learned that they had no problem with attachments and marriage. The woman who was the first to figure them out was married. The young couple took them in and offered to let them stay until someone arrives to pick them up.

The main holo transmitter was destroyed in the crash, but Satine and Obi-Wan managed to jury-rig a temporary solution with what limited hyper-matter they had left.

"It is indeed disconcerting, my padawan. Such amount of force-sensitives is unheard of."

"Yes, but the planet's technology level is millennia behind galactic standards. They mostly use exonium to generate power, and even then their methods are incredibly inefficient. Their spaceflight capabilities, for now, are non-existent."

"I will immediately order an exploration mission. We should be able to reach you within months." Satine's uncle, Oreen Kryze, interrupted. "We can try to trace the transmission, but I suspect we'll need to map a new hyperspace route."

"Then I believe we'll at least stay relatively safe on this planet." Obi-Wan looked at his master. "There is just one more thing I believe needs to be discussed… In private." He emphasized the last part. Knowing when they are not wanted, Satine and her uncle left the respective rooms.

"What is it, Obi-Wan?"

"This planet… I believe at least one of them succumbed to a dark side."

"Are telling me that… one of them is a sith lord?"

"No. They have no idea of what a Sith is. But he is just consumed by the dark side. Mr. Dumbledore is certain that his visage is an outcome of dark rituals and not simply alien heritage. I think he knows more than he is letting on."

"Hm… Do you believe you should get involved?"

"Dealing with the Dark Side is Jedi's duty." The padawan answered calmly. "I think it's for the greater good."

Just for a moment, there was a small glimmer in Obi-Wan's eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly.

"Fine then. I'll inform the council of this development and your involvement in the war. But you will leave as soon as Duke Kryze's rescue ships arrive."

"I hope we can end the conflict before then, Master." Obi-Wan bowed before disconnecting.

"So… care to enlighten me about that Jedi business?" Satine asked as he exited the room.

"Until we're bound to leave, I'll help in the war effort here." He informed. "This Dark Lord of theirs poses threat to the entire planet."

"I think you've meant we will help in the war effort." She countered.

"Satine… I appreciate it, but… It's not really your war." He tried, but it was clear he lost the moment she made up her mind. "These people…"

"Are similar to Jedi. My people fought against Jedi for years. Besides, I seem to remember last time the two of us sparred I gained the upper hand, Cuyare."

"I still won in the end."

"Only because I didn't want to damage that pretty face of yours." She countered and swished her hair over the shoulder as she left the room. "Now let's go. The headmaster wanted to speak with us."

"I'm not sure what's your problem with that man."

"He berated me. For excessive use of force. Well, sorry I didn't stun people that were trying to kill me."

"Eh… let's just get through with it." He sighed.


It's been a month into the war and both Satine and Obi-Wan had enough. It turned out that the skirmish was a one-off and not how they conducted the war. The Headmaster had them gather intel and spy on people, but he never acted on anything they learned. Even if they had an occasional fight, he forbade them from using lethal force of any kind, instead making them stun or incapacitate the enemies. Obi-Wan probably now held the record of limbs cut without killing.

Satine wasn't a fan of killing. She only used blaster in self-defense, as per Resol'Nare. But the headmaster took it to the extreme and tried to stop them from even defending themselves. His pacifistic views were graining on her.

Obi-Wan was faring only slightly better. Jedi never attacked first, but they also always tried to protect the innocent. Right now, they were losing terribly due to how restricted they were.

Today, the Jedi left with the marauders to do some recon, leaving Lily alone with Satine. Both hated to be left out, but James just learned his wife was pregnant and wouldn't allow her to try and go for any mission. Obi-Wan volunteered Satine to stay and guard her if anything happened.

"So… how long?" Lily asked the Mandalorian as she entered with two glasses of sparkling water.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Satine tried to lie her way out, but she already knew her secret was out. Lily just glared at her for a moment, holding the glass. "Fine." She relented. "Three months."

"Same here. How did you manage to hide the symptoms so well?" The witch inquired, curiously.

"I've acquired a large supply of meds that I kept hidden from Ben."

"It won't last and you know it. You need to tell him sooner or later."

"It's not that simple. He… He's a Jedi and I'll one day lead house Kryze. We can't just… elope on some remote planet with two droids as a witness." Satine relaxed in her armchair.

"Why not? I mean you don't have droids, but I'm sure we can get around it. Ministry wouldn't care about your status. Either of yours."

"I told you, Lily. There is a civil war going on in my homeland. My family leads one of the strongest fronts. Since my sister left the clan… I'm the last heir. Father decided that it was best if we ensured at least one member stayed alive, hence this Kemiryc."

"It's not fair. For both of you." Lily protested.

"Maybe not, but it would also be unfair for him to force the choice. He… It would probably destroy him. He would feel obliged to stay with me, but he still dreams of being a Jedi."

"Well, he should've thought about it before." The witch huffed.

"I'll just have to hope to hide it until it's time and find a good family for them…"

"Are you sure?" Lily asked hesitantly.

"That's the only way. I… as much as I love Ben, I know what he'll choose in the end. I already accepted it."

"Maybe I… If you stayed here until birth, I could adopt them as soon as they were born. We could pass them as twins." She pointed at her own growing belly. "I know a charm that would hide the visual signs of pregnancy and your meds do well enough for the chemical changes."

"I… thank you for the offer, but I don't… Are you sure?"

"Yes. That way, you cloud stay in contact. You could even visit. We will make you their godmother. That way, you'll have an excuse to stay close."

"Won't people suspect if he looks nothing like you?"

Lily just shrugged. "Wizards have no idea what genetics are about. Besides, nothing is certain when magic is involved."

Satine tried to think of the pros and cons of the idea. On some level, she still clung to the hope that Obi-Wan would abandon the order and choose her, but she knew that he already made his choice. She couldn't just demand that he leaves his life for her. She wasn't sure she would be able to abandon hers to stay with him either.

"Ni vore. Vor Entye. Thank you." She extended her hand, but Lily instead pulled her into a hug.

"So may it be." The witch said when she let go of the Mandalorian.

"Haat, ijaa, haa'it"

The war kept going. Not long before Lily and Satine would go into labor, the Potters learned that the dark lord targetted them personally. With no other choice but to go into hiding, they agreed to hide under the Fidelius. Lily wanted Satine to be the secret keeper, but in the end, they agreed to use James' friend, Peter.

Satine still decided to permanently stay with the Potters in hiding, serving as the last line of defense. Obi-Wan agreed whole-heartedly.

The four Marauders and Lily became the only witnesses to the birth of Harran Kryze. Sirius and Lily were chosen as his godparents. Not two hours later, Charlus James Potter was born. All present (sans the children who had no idea about what was going on) swore on their honor never to reveal the truth about Harran's birth. To the world, he would be Harry Potter.

A month later, Satine and Obi-Wan had to leave. As the ship arrived to pick them up and bring them back to Mandalore, the woman decided to leave Lily one last gift. She gave her the vambraces she used in combat, believing that the witch could make good use of them. Lily insisted on one more thing. In case she was ever going to die, she needed to be able to instantly send a signal to Satine. A small, easy to carry transmitter was left with her.


Fourteen months later

"Lily! He's here! Take the kids and run!" James screamed, trying to reach for his wand before he realized he left it upstairs.

His wife wanted to argue, but there were more important things. With Harry and Charlus in her arms, she ran to the nursery on the first floor. She had little time to put everything in place, but she believed it would work.

The plan was stupid and risky and more in line with what her husband and his friends would make.

She put the transmitter on Harry's skin and allowed it to stick to him before activating it. Then, she wrapped him into the invisibility cloak. As much as it pained her, there was no way it would work on Harran. Hiding him and hoping Voldemort would go after Charlus first was her best bet.

She could hear her husband screaming in rage downstairs. She worked as the roars of fury turned into the near-silent sound of a body falling on the hard floor. She knew her husband gave his life to buy her enough time to finish the preparation. She already knew the portkeys would fail. There was only one way for at least some of her family to survive.

From outside, Peter saw a flash of green light downstairs that signified his former friend died.

Then, after a moment, there was another flash from inside the nursery. Another member of his family passed away.

Another flash of green light, followed by one more. Except for this time the flash was brighter. And it was followed by a shockwave that obliterated everything on the property. Pettigrew was a coward, but he needed to know if his master was still alive. He needed to know if one of the children survived.

He didn't make it onto the first floor. In his rat form, he was half-way upstairs when a pale-white wand rolled down. He now knew that his master was dead. He grabbed the wand and ran away into the night. He needed to figure out a new plan to stay alive.

A small child laid in his now-destroyed cradle, wrapped in a cloak that seemed to reflect the light of stars.

One month later, a Mandalorian ship with ten Mandalorian commandos landed in Little Whinging, Surrey.


A/N Well, here's my newest story. In later chapters some of you might notice, that Satine is a bit OOC compared to Clone Wars. It's intentional. Her time on earth influenced some of her convictions. And the challenge required it, so \o/.