Such as all those remaining, she was no stranger to disturbances in the Force. The moment that Palpatine had initiated Order 66, she had felt deep within her, from the tendrils of the Force that ran through her body, mind, and soul, what it felt like to lose so many friends at once. The visions which showed her things she wished weren't true and the pain that ran so deep. But what she felt at that moment was not so much a disturbance, a massive loss of life, but rather a tug. A warning, she thought, that if things were left to their own devices, something terrible would come to pass. She had hardly a moment to register her thoughts before she caught her hand moving towards the hyperdrive in the restored Jedi Interceptor—something she was inspired to work on after she'd seen the Mandalorian Din Djarin's N-1 starfighter, giving herself a sense of nostalgia she hardly liked to admit that she still had, especially when her thoughts found themselves swaddled in the memories of her old Jedi master. She fashioned the starfighter with hints of orange, which gave it the personal touch of her own likeness.

Determined by the path that had been laid before her, she allowed the Force to guide her actions. It was truly incredible, she thought, how after all of the years of war and violence, she still found herself capable of calmness and peace. Perhaps it was her certainty that the young Skywalker would find success that drove her to her complacency with the powers that be. Or, rather, it could have been the peace at knowing that Anakin had returned to the light in his final moments of life. Either way, it was an elation she had not felt in a long time.

When she finally did allow the hyperdrive ring to take her and the ship into deep space, after making a quick calculation for the jump, she numbed her mind. So much so, even, that she had hardly any idea of the amount of time that passed. Although based on the calculations she made upon her star coordinates and the stiffness in her back, she knew she was further into the depths of space than she'd ever heard of anyone going. And even then, she knew she still had a bit further to go. According to her navigation system, which she checked as she pulled out of hyperdrive, the name of the system that she'd arrived at was listed as the Solar system, though no planet held that same name. The planet that she was being drawn to was listed as Earth. A note was left in the system, she then noticed, that the planet was considered quite uncivilized. She wasn't entirely sure if that was a good or bad thing, given the amount of discarded materials she'd seen outside of the planet in question, a blue and green planet that shared similarities to a number of other planets that were once part of the Republic and then the Empire. Assuming that the hyperdrive ring wouldn't be a bother amongst the other bits of garbage, she detached the interceptor from it and descended down to the planet.

A number of locations upon the planet spoke to her, but no place had the same power as the one which resided on the end of a large island. A pit formed in her stomach when she sensed two aircraft coming towards her from the starboard side, but they suddenly turned around when she made her final approach to the ground. She would have thought that strange, had she not felt herself pass through a barrier of sorts, presumably conjured by some form of the Force which prevented certain persons from entering. She thought little of it, as many Jedi in the past had elected to find themselves solitary of what they considered the undignified of the galaxy. She was more concerned at that moment to find a stable place to land, as most of the hillside decorating the castle she's arrived at was littered with all sorts of rocks and unstable ground. When she did find a spot of ground, just shy of the expansive forest down the hill from the castle, she allowed herself a moment to examine the fullest details of her surroundings. The large lands surrounding the castle were vast, but otherwise void of many other structures. Further down the hill, almost at the bottom, there seemed to be some sort of arena. Closer by to where she had landed the interceptor, albeit out of sight unless someone was to start looking for it, she could see a small hut. No smoke seemed to be coming from the chimney, but the weather wasn't disagreeable enough to justify another means of warmth besides the sparse rays of sun peeking through the cloudy sky.

She first arrived at the hut and knocked at the door. Although something on the other end seemed to acknowledge her presence through its voice, she otherwise was not welcomed into the home. Decidedly, with a lack of any sort of greeting, she turned her sights towards the castle. It was where she had felt the intense pull of the Force that had beckoned her there, yet she hoped that she could at least be amicable towards those who lived around her landing spot. She didn't let the thought dwell as she trekked up the hillside, an easy feat for someone such as her, who had been trained to fight in a galactic war at the young age of fourteen.

When she arrived at the top of the hillside, which did not even cause a single sweat, she found herself in front of an old wooden bridge that extended from the hilltop into an inner courtyard of the castle. With a confidence that she finally felt the right to own, she strode across the bridge and into the depths of the castle. To maintain her identity, even for the moment, she drew the hood of her cloak over her montrals and pushed her two front lekku behind her shoulders, despite how uncomfortable it was. Togruta, as it were, were not as common in the galaxy as any other species. Even then, she knew that her own legacy was likely one of the remaining remnants of Togruta Jedi, especially after the death of Shaak Ti. It was best, she decided, to tread carefully into the unknown waters that she had willingly walked into.

The courtyard that she had passed through hosted a green, grassy ground along with a small fountain in the center. A few birds passed through the old archways that decorated the outside. The peace that emulated from the idyllic scene once more tapped into that desire for nostalgia, reminding her of a time when places like Coruscant and Alderaan were her oyster. Or, rather, perhaps it was anemoia that tugged on her heart. The ticking of the large clock above her helped center her mind to focus on the task at hand. She would not dwell, she had decided, on the past.

She reached out and took one of the knockers fashioned on the large wooden door. After two good knocks, the door opened of its own accord. The hinges, it seemed, were worn after years of use. Within the castle, with its magnificent stone archways and intricate flying buttresses, she found a beauty that she would not have otherwise attributed to what was deemed an uncivilized planet.

Even then, she found not a single soul in her sights. Torches were lit on the towering walls, which suggested that at least someone was around, however, which only meant that she was to keep pushing into the castle. Her footsteps, which she took no care to conceal, echoed throughout the vast halls.

Finally, she encountered another being. She could sense them approaching with her montrals, yet did nothing to evade them. Dressed in long robes and a pointed hat, the woman seemed surprised to find another person. It was the sharp intake of breath that turned her around and met the woman face to face. She was an older woman, with gray hair pulled behind her. Upon her face, she had an interesting ornament with dual plates of thin glass, which rested directly in front of her eyes as to see through them. They were not unlike goggles, except they had a much more delicate build to them.

Within a moment, the woman had drawn what seemed to be a stick and pointed it towards her. Sensing no real malicious intent, she only cautiously drew her lightsabers, although she did not ignite them. "You are trespassing on Hogwarts grounds," the woman asserted sternly, full of a practiced authority. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Although her face was obscured, she caught the woman squinting at the bottom of her chin, trying to get a better look. "My name is Ahsoka Tano," she answered honestly, in a cool, even tone. It almost felt strange to admit that to a stranger, as for the past two decades, approaching three, she had obscured her name and true nature from everyone—friend and foe alike. To be Ahsoka Tano, to be a Jedi, was dangerous. It was much easier to be Fulcrum, a part of the resistance. A shadow. And yet she had slipped into those decades-old habits like a worn pair of shoes. "I sensed looming danger and came to investigate."

The woman seemed to mull over what she'd said, tasting her name on her tongue yet not daring to speak it. "Well," she said, as she decided what to do. "You will accompany me to see the headmaster and decide what shall be done with you."

Ahsoka nodded and clipped her lightsabers back onto her belt, happy to comply if it meant a peaceful arrangement. In the past, she knew she would have been much more eager to fight and prove her prowess as a Jedi. Now, she knew herself to be different. With the stick still pointed at her, although she had yet to decide upon what kind of threat it would procure, the woman led her through the castle. The many twists and turns seemed nonsensical, but she could hardly fault only that particular castle for such a design when many other planets in the galaxy were more than happy to apply illogical floor plans to their own architecture.

The two of them arrived at a large, golden statue of some kind of avian. She ushered Ahsoka into the confined space and followed behind her. In a matter of moments, jolted into action by an unfamiliar passphrase, the floor beneath her rose further and further, evolving into a rounded staircase that they were perched atop of. After patiently waiting, the stairs halted in front of a small corridor that lead to another large door.

Without even a flourish or hint of civilized mannerisms, the woman barged into the room. "Professor Dumbledore, forgive me, but we have an intruder," she announced.

And it certainly was an intrusion, for there were two old men sitting across from each other at a rather ornate desk in a superfluous room. Books and decor littered every inch of the room so much so that it was nearly an eyesore. One of the men rose at their arrival, while the older of the two only turned around in his chair—for that Ahsoka could not blame him, for he looked as though he would snap in half if she only breathed too strongly in his direction. "Indeed, it seems we have. Pardon me, Nicolas," the younger of the two said, presumably Dumbledore, before he moved surprisingly quickly towards the two of them. As he drew closer, Ashoka could sense an increase in pressure. He certainly was powerful, and he was likely the person that she was meant to find. He also wore the same optical garments that the woman did, but they were hardly the most interesting part of his appearance. He had a lengthy beard, matched only by the hair on his head. Ahsoka also noticed his nose, which had the distinct appearance of being twice broken. She had seen the look many times on the clones she'd once commanded. The same clones, of course, that had been forced to turn against her and the Jedi.

Ahsoka bowed slightly in his direction, hoping to enunciate her passivity towards the group. It was not uncommon for strangers to meet under inhospitable circumstances, fearing for the worst. She knew that she was equally as prone to such aggression. "My name is Ahsoka Tano," she greeted as she removed her hood and readjusted her lekku, earning a stifled gasp from the woman in the room. Neither of the men, contrarily, seemed to express their surprise. She knew this to be a farce, as she could feel their uncertainty at the sight of her. "I was once a member of the Jedi order. I am here to offer my assistance, as I understand that you are facing peril."

"Might you step closer, so I may see you?" the seated man, Nicolas, asked of her. He seemed to have an accent not dissimilar from the Twi'leks.

Ahsoka looked to Dumbledore to seek his reaction, and when she found nothing that suggested that she should not, she obliged the older gentleman. Standing in front of the man, beholding his features, he seemed even older than she had originally thought. A great many wrinkles decorated his aged face, suggesting to her that she should have perhaps died long ago. His snow-white hair, long even to come down to his chin, did not help in the matter. She couldn't help but be reminded of the late Emperor, who had used the dark side to sustain his own life. She was wary of this, and while she did not sense such evil in the man, she knew that Palpatine had also managed to disguise himself within the Republic for many years, so that was of little comfort to her.

"A Jedi," he repeated, pronouncing the word as though it were familiar to him. "I have heard of your kind before. Many, many years ago, such a warrior became stranded at my homestead in France," he reminisced, and Ahsoka made note of the location that he spoke of.

"What became of them?" Ahsoka asked, interested in what information that Jedi may have left behind. She then wondered if she were familiar with the Jedi, back when she was still a padawan.

"He arrived when I was young, some few hundred years ago. His airship was the most magnificent thing that I had seen, although until now I was convinced that such a misadventure was but a boyish fantasy, conceived of a bored mind during the dull summer months. He repaired his airship and returned to the stars, and as of now I have no idea of what fate awaited him."

If Nicolas was not lying about the time that had passed, Ahsoka deemed it impossible that she would have known the Jedi he spoke of. She could not help but be disappointed in that. "Are these Jedi to be trusted, Nicolas?" Dumbledore interjected, although not unkindly. He received a minor scowl from the older woman, yet unnamed to Ahsoka.

"The Jedi I encountered was insistent that his teachings were for the balance of all life, he called it…well, now what did he say…"

"The Force," Ahsoka interjected.

"Yes, that was it. The Force. The energy that flowed through the universe, and the Jedi way to uphold that balance to sustain all life."

Ahsoka nearly expressed displeasure, as the fall of the Jedi was caused by their lack of following such ideals. Nonetheless, she agreed with the description that Nicolas had set forth to his compatriots.

"And have you any idea, Ahsoka, of the threat that you are attempting to remediate?" Dumbledore asked her with the most bemused of expressions.

Ahsoka studied the faces around her, each of which were waiting patiently for her reply. "No," she replied. "I have no idea what I am here for. I only know that the Force has guided me here."

"That could be to our advantage," Dumbledore mused. "Perhaps your help may be of use."

Her escort expressed both surprise and displeasure at his suggestion. She scowled at her, looking her up and down, and seemed to once more take special interest in her montrals and lekku. Although Togruta were not often found in the numbers that humans were, the scrutiny she was being placed under for her appearance was quite unwarranted. "Professor, you cannot seriously consider that a complete stranger, an alien, be welcomed into Hogwarts after so easily breaking in," she expressed only short of yelling at the man.

"Which makes the perfect ally, Minerva. An outsider with a lack of bias, if she is truly here to help."

Minerva, Ahsoka finally discovered her name, gave her another look up and down. Despite Dumbledore trying to vouch for her, she did not seem convinced. She couldn't blame her for it. "The ministry would not be very happy, Albus."

"They haven't the power to judge who I hire and what positions I offer."

Nicolas seemed to be enjoying the exchange that the two were having. When he caught Ahsoka's gaze, he winked and smiled at her, more than likely having seen similar interactions in the past. "But how can we trust someone we have hardly even met with the safety of our students?"

Dumbledore, or Albus, gazed at Ahsoka with a twinkle in his eyes, radiating a mischievousness that she once saw in her former master before pulling off the most extravagant of missions, typically ending with explosions. "Perhaps Ahsoka would be willing to take veritaserum and prove that she is here with the intention to help?"

Ahsoka frowned, as she had no idea what they were referring to. "Veritaserum?" she asked, finding it easy to ask only the most simple of questions.

"It is a potion that compels the consumer to tell the truth when asked questions. It is considered infallible," Nicolas explained for her.

Then it was solved quite easily, determined Ahsoka in mere moments. She found that she had nothing to hide, especially considering that those asking the questions would know nothing of the old Republic and Empire that once ruled the galaxy. Something that they had the luxury of escaping from. There was no evidence of either ruling faction even touching the planet, save for the lone Jedi whom Ahsoka assumed had documented the planet as uncivilized. "Yes, I am more than willing," she agreed.

Minerva sighed. "I will find Severus," she said before exiting the room.

In her absence, Dumbledore gave her another look, for the first time expressing interest in her look. "Perhaps it would be more fitting to alter your appearance. No students, I assume, have had the pleasure of meeting a member of an alien species."

Ahsoka could gather that much based upon the reactions of the three humans. "I welcome any suggestions."

Dumbledore pulled a long stick from his sleeve, seemingly different from the one that Minerva had, yet also held similar qualities. He muttered something indistinguishable under his breath while waving the stick towards her. Although physically she could not feel anything, she could sense that he had utilized the power of the Force in a method foreign to any Jedi or Sith teachings. From the corner of her eyes, she could see that her lekku had disappeared and were replaced with hair. She brought her hand to examine further, but her hand still grasped her lekku. It seemed that the appearance of the hair simply overlapped reality.

"Although you have not actually changed, you will appear as human to anyone that sees you. Only you, and anyone who touches you, would be able to see through the glamour, in a sense," Dumbledore explained as he grabbed a mirror and simple necklace. First, he handed the mirror to her so she could see what had changed. Her montrals and lekku, as she first noticed, were the most dramatic change. She now had long strands of white hair, flecked with stripes of blue, that came down to her breasts on either side. She also had a chunk of hair at the back of her head, overlapping her rear lekku. As for her montrals, she was given the appearance of two buns atop her head. Once more, touching them revealed that her montrals, ever important to her balance and aural sense, were still intact. Her skin, also, had been altered. Gone were the white markings upon her face, as well as her natural orange color. She had instead been given a more tan color, not dissimilar from Kaeden and Miara Larte, whom she had met on Raada only one year after the founding of the Empire. The only other difference that she noted were the eyebrows, which was another thing that she'd never had. Anything that had to do with hair, really. Although they too were white, they still stood out on her face, now strangely blank of any other defining feature. She hardly recognized herself in the mirror.

"Is this appearance to your liking?" Dumbledore asked her, shaking her out of her wonder at seeing her face, and then reminding her that Dumbledore had pulled off an incredible feat that she could describe as no less than magic. She had only known the Night Sisters for their ability to do such things, but she supposed that it was not terribly unordinary that another planet might have learned similar teachings and methods.

"Yes, this is just fine," she answered, putting down the mirror to prevent herself from succumbing to the vanity of appearance.

"Put this on, then," Dumbledore said as he gave her the necklace he held. It was simple, with only a medium-sized locket attached to it. She hoped it didn't contain any personal or unflattering paintings of others on the inside. Nonetheless, she complied with the man.

Once more, Dumbledore conducted a different spell upon the locket, equally as indistinguishable as the other spell. Within a moment, the stick returned to Dumbledore's sleeve. "That locket is now enchanted with this particular appearance," he explained to her. "If you take it off, you will return once more to your natural look. When it is on, lest you should break or lose the locket, you will retain this look."

She understood simply that the locket, then, was to be treated as one of her most valuable possessions. She hardly found herself capable of acquiring much. When she had fought in the Clone Wars, she had little space or ability to carry around any personal objects. After Order 66, there was even less reason to cease living a nomadic lifestyle. She had her lightsabers, and now she had a locket.

Without another moment wasted, the door to the office swung open and a black plume of robes swooped into the room, followed suit by Minerva, who was once more taken aback by her altered appearance. Immediately, Ahsoka could sense the intense emotions from the man, although he had tried to stifle them in his mind. It was of course useless, as the unruly fear, sadness, and anger clearly had swept through the man's life in full, leaving unyielding scars upon his presence in the Force. Although he was in no danger of turning to the dark side, as he had no proper training in the ways of the Jedi or Sith, his own feelings and attachments gave Ahsoka a sense of trepidation about him.

"Ahsoka Tano," he drawled, calling attention to him. He quite disdainfully gazed upon her, no more pleased that she was there than Minerva. His black hair, shiny from something she couldn't guess, framed his face. He boasted dark eyes and a hook nose, only accentuated by his fully black attire. "I am to administer you with veritaserum for questioning. Do you understand that what I am giving you will force you to speak the truth, and that any secrets you may hold will be laid bare for all those present to witness?"

She detested the way that he spoke down to her. He reminded her all too much of Tarkin, who had been all too pleased to sentence her to death before the Senate and the Jedi Council. Nonetheless, any displeasures that she harbored were easy to conceal. "I understand," she answered.

The side of his lip curled up, as though her answer was but a funny joke to the man. She could feel that he disliked her just as much. He finally held out his hand, which held a small, clear container filled with liquid. She took it gracefully from his hand and swiftly uncorked and swallowed its contents. Severus begrudgingly took the empty vial that she offered back to him.

"What is your name?" Dumbledore asked. So, the questioning had begun already.

"Ahsoka Tano."

"Where do you come from?"

That was a harder question to answer. "I was born on the planet Shili. After being found by Master Plo Koon, I was brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and raised among other younglings"

"Who are the Jedi?"

"The Jedi were a group of peace-keepers for the Republic."

"Why are you no longer a Jedi?"

"They accused me of bombing the temple and nearly gave me the death sentence."

"What happened to the Jedi?"

This was not the question that she wanted to be asked. She hated how freely the words had escaped from her lips, giving her no time to properly formulate the answers she wanted to give them to avoid what was coming next. "The Jedi were killed during Order 66, when Chancellor Palpatine forced all clone troopers to turn on their commanders and generals."

It seemed at that point that the atmosphere of the room changed. Where Nicolas was once smiling and enjoying the interruption, his expression turned more apologetic. They all shared that look. Pity. She hated when others pitied her, because she knew she was incredibly lucky. She knew that it was by an extreme stretch of luck that she was able to save Rex and use Maul to her advantage. She knew that she had made a difference following the rise of the Empire. So she hated that they had started to see her as the girl that had survived rather than the woman who persevered.

If anything, however, she was grateful that the questions had become directed more specifically at her. "Why are you here, at Hogwarts?"

"I sensed something, in the Force, that told me I should come here."

"Do you intend to harm any students?"

Ahsoka hadn't even known that she had stepped into a school when she started wandering in the castle. "I do not intend to hurt any students."

"Will you help us to keep our students safe from a dark threat?"

"I will help keep students safe while also preventing horrible misfortune from befalling, creating a disturbance in the Force."

"Well, I do believe that I am satisfied," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face. Severus and Minerva shared a look, but both did seem more relaxed. Nicolas, of course, happily nodded from his seat. "Any objections to allowing Ahsoka Tano stay at Hogwarts should be expressed now."

No voices spoke up. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Ahsoka Tano," Dumbledore said, finalizing the agreement.