So this has been sitting on my computer for a few years now. And while I love the idea...I find I don't really want to do it.

The basic concept is thus: A Harry Potter/Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic in which Harry is adopted by Canderous Ordo and raised as Harry of Clan Ordo. Becoming trapped on Taris with his father, Harry falls in love with Mission Vao, and joins his father, and Mission, as they aid the amnesic Revan in the search for the Star Forge...after which I intended that Harry, along with at least Mission, end up back in the HP world having to deal with Voldemort, Dumbledore, and The British Ministry of Magic.

My problem, although there would be changes dur to Harry's presence, I really don't want to just rehash KOTOR, which while I love, too many fanfics of the game simply rehash it without adding anything truly diffrent or signifcantly diffrent to set the story apart from the many others I've read. I'm afraid if I made the attempt, that's all I would do, even with Harry's presence.

So it is with great hope, as I really LOVE this idea, that I post it here in the hopes someone will take it and turn it into a proper story. One that hopefully does the Game, the HP universe, and my idea justice.

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"Mando'a"

Chapter 1

Sixteen year-old Harry Ordo sipped his Tarisan ale as he sat at a corner table in Javyar's Cantina, a custom vibroblade resting on his back, trying to figure out a way to get him and his father off of the godforsaken rock they had called home for the past two years. Davik Kang, a local crime boss and member of the galactic crime ring called the Exchange, had hired Canderous Ordo, Harry's father, as an enforcer here on Taris. Harry, having only passed his verd'goten a year earlier, had tagged alone, hopping to find worthy battles for himself.

Harry had spent most of those two years bounty hunting on the planet. Though he found that a majority of the bounties were far to easy for a warrior of his training. Occasionally his father would invite him to assist him when the older Mandalorian had to deal with large groups of people. Though they truly rarely got to crack any heads, his father's reputation was usually enough to get those who owed Davik money to pay up.

Now, the Sith had taken control and quarantined the planet, making it seemingly impossible to leave.

Harry sighed. The only bright spot to this whole trip had been the twi'lek girl, Mission Vao. He had befriended her when he was still new to the planet, and in exchange for teaching her to fight better, she provided him free information on Taris. And over the past two years, he was able to say that he had honestly fallen in love with the younger girl, though he'd vehemently deny it if asked. When her brother, Griff, had left her alone shortly after his arrival, he'd been worried. As skilled a fighter as she was, she was nowhere near as good as he was, and Taris' lower city and undercity, which she frequently explored, were dangerous places.

Harry had been relieved when she had met and befriended the wookiee, Zaalbar, whom she affectionately called Big Z. There where few non-Mandalorians who would take a full-grown wookiee on.

The twi'lek girl had spirit and passion in what she did, which was what had drawn him to her, despite the fact that she wasn't a Mandalorian...yet. Over the course of the past two years, Harry had, subtly, been instructing Mission in the ways of a Mandalorian, specifically, the Reslol'nare or the "Six Actions" that defined Mandalorian life and that every Mandalorian was expected to follow. The first, speaking the Mandalorian language, or Mando'a, had been easy, as was getting her to wear armor, on occasion at least. She readily defended herself and Zaalbar, whom she had begun to see as family, though his occasional instruction had helped her improve in that regard. The other three Resol'nare he would have to wait before attempting to instruct her. Rallying to the Mand'alor when summoned was kind of mute, since there currently was no Mand'alor since Mandalore the Ultimate was killed by Revan in what the Republic called the Mandalorian War. Contributing to the welfare of one's clan was also mute as she didn't actually have a clan...yet. And Raising one's children in Mandalorian ways and customs was also mute, for obvious reasons.

Harry was pulled from his musings about Mission as he heard the voice of his father. "You ready to get off your lazy ass and get to work?"

He smiled as he looked up into his father's stern face. "What work? Unlike you, I actually need to find my own."

Canderous snorted. "Davik want's me to lead a group of men into the undercity to salvage what we can off of those escape pods that crashed. Only thing is, he's saddled me with greenhorns. I want you to come in-case they freeze up when the damn rakghouls attack."

The younger man sighed as he picked his modified heavy blaster up from it's resting place beside him and holstered it. "Do I at least get paid?"

Canderous nodded. "The same as the greenhorns. Plus whatever you can scavenge off of their corpses when they inevitably die."

"Lead the way Pops."

Canderous glared at his son. "It's times like this I wonder why I ever bothered to keep you when I found you," the older man said, switching from Mando'a to galactic basic.

Harry smiled as he followed his father out of the cantina to meet the rest of the group.

The group Canderous led Harry to was truly a sorry lot, obviously the rookies of Davik's organization, in other words, they were expendable. Harry could tell their nervousness about venturing to the undercity with just a glance. He would have sneered in contempt, if he didn't think that none of the rookies would make out of the undercity alive. Standing off to the side, Harry waited for his father to give the order to move out.

"All right you scumbags," Canderous finally announced, "let me make one thing clear. You follow my orders for this mission, mine or Harry's." He gestured to his son. "Disobey either of our orders, and we'll leave your corpse to rot in the undercity. Am I understood?"

"Yes Sir," the rookies all chorused. Harry simply nodded his head when Canderous looked at him.

"Alright then men, let's move out," Canderous ordered as he began to lead the group to an entrance to the undercity the Sith had yet to discover.

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Harry snarled as he blasted another rakghoul with his blaster rifle. They'd lost three men already to the damn creatures, only to find the escape pods had already been stripped bare. "Remind me again why I agreed to come down to this shit-hole with you?" He asked as he turned to attack another rakghoul.

"Action, honor, and money," Canderous yelled over the whirl of his repeating blaster. As the last rakghoul fell, Canderous turned to his men, only to find that they'd lost another. He growled in frustration. "Come on," he ordered. "Let's get the hell out of here. No doubt the other pods have been stripped already. It's not worth more loss of life."

The group all eagerly agreed and made their way towards the exit.

Partway to the outcast village, Harry spotted a group in the distance. "Isn't that Mission?" he asked his father, indicating the group of three.

Canderous looked and recognized the two men he had met the day before when he was collecting some money for Davik, as well as the rutian twi'lek. "Yeah, if Mission is that twi'lek girl you like so damn much," He said, giving his son a slight smirk.