I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Star Wars

This one shot was written for two reasons. One was the hope I could inspire someone to write a similar story. The second was to try and get my muse, which has been very stubborn lately, kick started.

So I enjoy reading stories that feature a dark or evil Harry. Not so much the dark, but the evil Harry, I have trouble writing myself. One of the most evil acts there is, in my mind at least, is slavery. Yet I have read, and enjoyed, stories where Harry, through various magical means depending upon the story in question, binds others (usual women) as his slaves. Due to magic being involved, these slaves are truly enslaved with no hope of escape. Sometimes the magic involved twists their minds so that they want it or don't mind, other times they are aware and just can't do anything. Sometimes there's a combination of the two, depending upon what Harry desires.

With that said, I have read a lot of Harry Potter/Star Wars crossovers. And Slavery not only exist in Star Wars, it is featured quite prominently. Anakin Skywalker was born a slave; Princess Leia was, briefly, Jabba the Hutt's slave; not to mention all the various small glimpses we get of slavery such as the two Twi'Leks serving Sebulba in Episode I, or Jabba's dancing girls in Episode VI. That said, I have yet to see a Harry Potter/Star Wars story where Harry, after ending up in the Star Wars universe, actually owns/takes slaves.

Now this is somewhat understandable, we mostly like seeing a heroic Harry in crossovers, even if he's of a darker mindset. I just can't believe that no one else has written such a story. Now, perhaps, I may have missed such a story, such a thing is entirely possible as I can't claim to have read EVERY HP/SW story, but still...you'd think someone would have written it. Hopefully, though I'm not that good at writing an evil Harry, this story will inspire someone to write a similar story.

To most of the galaxy, Tatooine was a desolate wasteland of a planet that wasn't worth anything.

That wasn't a true statement in general, though most did see it. If the planet wasn't worth anything, there wouldn't be such an effort put in to actually living on the planet. It's high temperatures, frequent sandstorms, and general lack of water made the planet one of the most inhospitable in the galaxy. What truly made Tatooine valuable, was it's location.

While in the Outer Rim of the Galaxy, Tatooine sat at the intersection of multiple hyperspace lanes. This made it well placed for tired ship captains and crews to rest, for warehousing, and for entertaining those same tired crews and captains. And of course no one was going to try not to get something out of the planet. Thus there was big game hunting, as the natural fauna of the planet was inherently tough considering the harshness of the planet; mining; and various other business that attempted to exploit the natural resources of the barren wasteland of a planet.

Properly treated, the planet had great potential just from it's location.

Sadly, Tatooine was in the Outer Rim.

The galaxy was divided into three sections.

The first was the Core. The systems, and thus, planets of the Core were closely clumped together...relatively speaking. This made travel and trade between them incredibly easy. Considering just how many of the Core planets were hospitable, and their closeness, it was really no wonder that the Galactic Government was based there. And while there was crime and corruption in the Core, it was mostly done in places where such acts were hidden.

The Mid Rim of the galaxy was the second section. The systems and planets of the Mid Rim were just far enough from the Core to make travel inconvenient. It wasn't hard to navigate the Mid Rim, but it took more time and effort than it did the Core. And it was close enough to the Core that each planet's excess products and resources could be easily transported to the Core, which had a higher population and thus less resources. This made the Mid Rim valuable to the Core planets, and thus the Mid Rim, like the Core, was well paroled.

The Outer Rim however, was a mixed bag. Planets with flourishing environments and plenty of resources were frequent stops, and relatively well looked after by the Core. Other planets depended upon their own resources for patrolling and policing. Those resources were not always the greatest. Other planets, such as Tatooine, which had no true resources available that were not brought in by others, were virtually ignored. As such piracy, smuggling, and crime in general flourished in the Outer Rim. By the time anyone realized the valuable location of some of these planets...it was too late to act.

Without a full scale war, focused purely on crime, such acts were simply too common in the Outer Rim to stop. And those that could authorize such a war, either feared what it would cost, in lives and money; were corrupt and benefited from the crime themselves; simply didn't care; or were outnumbered by the previous three groups.

And considering it's valuable location, and lack of resources, this made Tatooine the ideal place for smuggling, piracy, slavery, and many other criminal activities to flourish. That wasn't to say that everyone on Tatooine was a criminal. Many were just passing through, trying to live their lives, or simply to poor or stubborn to move from the planet they had been born on. And of course there were the numerous slaves, but one could argue that they were a part of the criminal activities considering it was why they were there themselves.

But when one was a wizard, with power to spare, a large amount of knowledge, and a desire to be left alone to enjoy the life your powers could provide you; Tatooine suddenly became a perfect home.

Those were the thoughts Harry Potter had upon arriving on the desert planet.

On such a planet, water was worth it's weight in gold. And with magic, it was fairly easy to not only create water, but to turn the sand into fantastic creations of glass. Selling these things allowed Harry to easily become one of the richer men on the planet. With his wealth, Harry was able to purchase a fairly decent manse in one of Tatooine's cities. With his magical knowledge, he was able to ensure the manse, and thus he himself, was well protected.

Harry would readily admit to being a speed junkie. There was a reason he had loved flying on his broom back in his school days at Hogwarts. And the speeders, ships, and speeder-bikes in this new galaxy could travel at speeds that made his Firebolt broom look slow. Now he had a garage full of bikes, speeders, and ships he'd worked on and customized, and the large empty expanse of the planet provided Harry with plenty of open spaces to fulfill his love of speed. Meanwhile the frequent and varied races allowed Harry to fuel that competitive drive that quidditch had once filled.

He had no problems with the Hutts that ran the planet either. The Hutts were more concerned with controlling the various illegal happenings on the planet. As long as Harry paid his 'protection' money, which as one of the wealthier citizens of the planet the Hutts actually took enough interest in him to collect, he was left alone. And though Harry was confident enough in his magical and martial abilities, not only did he have the money to be able to actually afford the money that was demanded of him, he saw no reason to make things harder on himself. So he paid, and he was left alone.

He still had enough money to live like a king

But by far, Harry's favorite thing about his new life on Tatooine, were his slaves.

Harry wouldn't claim to be a good guy. His messed up childhood at the Dursley's, combined with being turned into a child soldier during his school years had skewed his moral compass a great deal. The wizard had no problems admitting that. Combined with the magic that he'd learned once he had access to the Black Family library...well.

He had twenty-one slaves that he owned at the moment. Thanks to magic, Harry didn't even have slave chips in them, nor did he have to worry about their loyalty. He'd used his magic to not only ensure their loyalty, but to twist their minds until they were utterly devoted to and in love with him. Each and every one of his slaves would gladly die to protect him, or even simply if he asked them to.

One slave, a beautiful blue skinned twi'lek was in charge of the household. She was the head slave, and in his manse, her word was second only to Harry's. Two more slaves, a blonde human and a red skinned, white haired zeltron, wore the housekeepers, in charge of ensuring the manse's interior was not only cleaned, but well maintained, as well as managing his enchanted greenhouse which he grew various potion ingredients in. The twins, as he affectionately called them due to the fact they were two identical sisters that Harry had paid a large amount for, were pantorans that were in charge of the kitchen, and cooked meals for Harry, their fellow slaves, and (rare as they were) any guest that visited the manse. A mirialan slave managed Harry's garage full of vehicles and maintained them when Harry was otherwise occupied. The other fifteen slaves; which included four more humans (one red-haired, one brunette and two with raven hair), a brake, three more twi'lek (two that were green skinned and one that was red skinned), a nautolan, a coder-ji, a dug, a lorridian, a trianii, a tynnan and a falleen; all acted as his household and personal guards in rotating shifts.

All his slaves had three things in common. The first was that they were all female. The second was that, by their species standards anyway, they were considered attractive (and this was helped by various potions and other magics Harry used to keep them that way). And the third was that Harry had sex with each and every one of them.

True, by human standards a couple of them may not seem attractive, but Harry was nothing if not adventurous.

Currently, Harry was in his personal dungeon.

His girl's had caught an infiltrator attempting to sneak into his home. The impressive part was that the intruder in question, an attractive togrutan, was found carrying a lightsaber. This marked said intruder as a Jedi, the so called peace-keepers of the galaxy. Jedi were supposed to be legendary warriors, and their lightsabers could cut through most materials like a hot-knife through butter...literally. Jedi were also supposed to command what was known as The Force.

Harry had heard a bit about The Force, and it sounded a bit like magic to him...though not as varied.

So how his girls had subdued her, with no injuries to themselves, Harry wasn't sure. Though he certainly planned to reward such actions later once he took the three guards that subdued her to his bed.

All his girls loved orgasms, and Harry had gotten very good at drawing them out...mostly for his own ego. But they certainly made wonderful rewards for his slaves when they did good.

Now it was time to figure out why a Jedi was snooping around him. Especially since, as far as he knew, he hadn't done anything to draw the attention of the Jedi Order. Aiming his wand at the unconscious, but restrained, Jedi, Harry cast his spells, one after the other. "Enervate...Legillimens!"

While the first spell roused the togruta to consciousness, the second allowed Harry to enter her mind...before she could realize what was happening.

Reading ones mind with magic was an art form, and one had to know what and how to look, or else all you'd get were jumbled thoughts and memories that made little sense. The process itself only took a few moments, though you could theoretically look at someones entire life in that time. Harry had no interest in such things.

Quickly, and through skills gained from plenty of practice, Harry searched to find out what had drawn the Jedi's attention to him. What he found...pleased him greatly.

This Jedi in front of him, named Shaak Ti, was on the trail of a man that had stolen government secrets from the core. She'd traced him to Tatooine, and was investigating Harry simply because she'd heard of his collection of ships and though he'd perhaps sold one to the man (something Harry would never do, he loved his ships too much). What was most important to Harry however was, due to the fact her communicator had been damaged earlier on the trail, she hadn't even reported in to anyone that she was following her target to Tatooine, let alone her planned incursion into his home.

Withdrawing from her mind, and before Shaak could fully recover from her sudden awakening, Harry cast a spell again, "Stupefy," knocking her unconscious once more.

Once she was unconscious once more, and now that his fears had been abated, Harry took a good look at Shaak. He didn't have a togrutan slave yet, but he'd seen others for sale at the slave markets. And Harry couldn't deny that Shaak was an attractive specimen of her species. And her knowledge and skills as a Jedi could be quite useful.

The question was if Harry could actually enslave her. From looking into her mind, he knew that his girls had been lucky. Shaak hadn't thought there was any threat, and thus hadn't been paying attention. From what he could see, had Shaak actually been alert, and been able to draw her weapon before she'd been hit by his guards stun bolts, she'd have cut through them with ease. And though he'd gotten some glimpses, he didn't know just what the woman before him was capable of doing with The Force, let alone if magic was more powerful.

Still...Harry loved a challenge. And it wasn't like any of his girls had been willing when he first began to bind them to him and twist their minds.

Grinning to himself, Harry walked out of the cell. He needed to get the collar and cuffs he'd enchanted when he first began binding and twisting Al'Era, his first slave (who was now the head slave). He also decided to check and see how some of his ingredients were growing. While he had potions to brew, unless he desired to mess with the ingredients properties, even he still had to wait for plants to grow naturally.

And he was sure he'd have plenty of potions to brew.

Normally, it only took Harry around a week to turn an unwilling slave into his loyal and devoted servant.

Shaak proved to be a challenge...but even she couldn't hold out forever.

Three months after her capture, Shaak Ti willingly, happily, and vigorously bounced herself on Harry Potter's cock. The next day she'd assume her position as the captain of Harry's guard.

Hope you enjoyed. As much as I would like to, due to my problems writing Harry in such a manner, I have no plans to continue this story. I chose Shaak Ti to use in this story for two reasons. One, I rarely see JUST her used (though admittedly Harry still has a harem she's included in) without Aayla Secura. Two, I just wanted to use her.

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