Chapter 1
*~1 year before~*
10-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi trailed miserably behind his Master through the action jam packed streets of Courscant. He wasn't being punished, not quite. His Master, the legendary Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn, called it discipline rather than punishment. He was in trouble for being two hours late and missing his training lesson the day before. His Master had not been pleased.
So now, instead of going out with his friends he had to walk around the city, lagging behind his Master. He thought about what he and his friends had been talking about yesterday, the topic which had made him two hours late.
Harry Potter.
The books were excellent and the author had decided to make a movie out of the first book, The Philosophers Stone. No one knew which lucky lad had been cast as Harry and everyone was eager to find out who it was.
A hand suddenly grabbed his Padawan braid, which hung behind his right ear, with such a force that it demanded him to look up.
"When we go in here to meet Master Windu, stay by my side at all times!" his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, ordered sternly.
"Yes Master," Obi-Wan said, fighting the urge to rub the base of his scalp where his braid began and knock his Master's hand away. Qui-Gon, however, did not let go of his braid, not even when they got inside. Obi-Wan was aware of people giving them weird looks.
"Qui-Gon!"
Qui-Gon spun around when he heard Mace call his name and Obi-Wan thought his Master was going to pull his braid out of his head.
"You look tired, Qui," Mace said looking concerned as he got closer to the pair. He noticed Qui-Gon was holding Obi-Wan's braid. "Do you want me to take your Padawan off your hands for a couple of hours? That way you can get a decent rest. You look like you need it."
"Thanks, Mace," Qui-Gon said as he gave Obi-Wan's braid to Mace, who gave it a sharp tug. "Should we meet here, at say, five o'clock?"
"Fine," Mace confirmed.
Once Qui-Gon was out of sight, Mace gave Obi-Wan's braid another hard pull and dragged the lad into another room. He sat down and made Obi-Wan stand in front of him.
"What did you do to get into so much trouble?" Mace asked the lad.
Neither Mace nor Obi-Wan saw a young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and a dark-haired man enter the room.
"I was two hours late and missed my training lesson yesterday, Master Windu," Obi-Wan barely whispered.
Mace closed his eyes for a minute, being two hours late was understandable, Obi-Wan was only ten, but missing a training lesson? That was not. He was surprised that Qui-Gon had only put the lad under house arrest.
He opened his eyes to find Obi-Wan looking miserably at the ground. Mace knew what he was going to do. The lad needed to be taught a decent lesson, being under house arrest was not enough.
In one smooth movement he pulled the ten-year-old across his lap. *Swat!* The first blow landed making Obi-Wan gasp with shock and pain. Another ten swats quickly landed and Obi-Wan was crying limply over Mace's knees.
Mace then bade the lad to kneel in front of him, laying a hand on the boy's head. "Don't give me a reason to do that again, Obi-Wan," he said gently and he pulled the young Jedi to his feet.
Obi-Wan stared at the ground for a moment or so, passing one arm over his eyes. He then choked out "Yes, Master Windu."
"Good," Mace had been waiting for a reply. "Go and stand in the corner and think about why I just had to do that to you."
Obi-Wan obeyed the instruction. He stood silently facing the corner, his arms by his sides and his head bowed. He tired to think about the reasons why he had been punished not about the punishment itself in an attempt to ignore the fire that was spreading across his backside.
"Mace," the young woman made her presence known.
"Jo!" Mace exclaimed, looking up, shocked. "You didn't just witness that, did you?"
"Yes, I did. You handled it finely, Mace. But you forgot something."
At Mace's confused look, Jo walked over to Obi-Wan, spun him around and hugged him. "All forgiven," she murmured into his hair. "Never mistake fear for respect," she told Mace while holding Obi-Wan's head to her heart. "Always let the child know it was done for their own good and because they are loved."
Jo put her arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders, gave him a friendly smile and led him over to where Mace was sitting.
Obi-Wan knelt on the floor until Jo pulled him up to sit next to her on the couch.
"So, what do you think of Mace. Come on tell the truth!" she urged, she really liked this lad, he would be perfect.
"He's ok, must of the time," Obi-Wan answered shyly.
"What do you mean, most of the time?!" Mace demanded, pretending to be annoyed.
Obi-Wan grinned across at Jo, but didn't answer Mace. He was not taking any chances. Mace was on the Jedi Council and if Qui-Gon had found out he'd been teasing him, he would absolutely flip.
Jo whispered something to the other man, whilst Mace pulled Obi-Wan onto his lap. "Not going to answer me?" Mace teased the lad.
"You're on the Council, Master Windu. Plus Master Qui-Gon would kill me for answering back to you!" Obi-Wan answered.
"Smart lad," the other man in the room told him. He then turned to Jo. "Fame won't go to his head," he told her.
"Fame?" Obi-Wan asked, looking from the man, to Jo and finally to Mace.
"Jo, Chris?" Mace asked. He was equally as confused as Obi-Wan was.
"You know why we're here Mace," Chris told him.
"He'd be perfect!" Jo exclaimed.
Mace sighed. "Well. I'm not going to say no."
But you're not going to say yes to whatever's going on," Obi-Wan spoke up.
"Jo, you'll have to ask Obi-Wan," Mace told her.
"Obi-Wan? Have children in the Jedi Temple heard of Harry Potter?" Jo asked him.
"Of course!" Obi-Wan stopped suddenly, realising that Jo was actually Joanne Rowling, the author of Harry Potter. And Chris was a top director.
Jo laughed, correctly guessing what Obi-Wan was thinking. Obi-Wan then thought about his earlier punishment and blushed.
"Obi-Wan, have you ever thought about acting?" Chris asked him, breaking his line of thought.
"Em. not really. I'm not sure I'd be any good at it," Obi-Wan answered truthfully.
"What would you say if I said I thought you would be good at it?" Chris asked him.
"I'm not sure. are you saying that to me?" Obi-Wan asked with a cocky grin, gaining confidence.
Chris looked a bit taken back, but Jo burst into laughter and Obi-Wan smiled at her. Chris leaned in to whisper with Jo again and Obi-Wan looked hesitantly at Mace.
Chris suddenly stood and headed towards the exit. "Obi-Wan, will you come with me please?"
Without even looking at Mace, Obi-Wan stood up and followed.
Once they were alone in a room together, Chris crouched a bit so that he was at eye level with Obi-Wan. "Obi-Wan, don't think about this question, just answer from the heart ok?"
"Ok," Chris only just heard his answer as Obi-Wan was looking a bit daunted.
Chris took a deep breath. "Would you like to play Harry Potter?"
"Yes!" Obi-Wan blurted without thinking about it. "Who wouldn't?!" Obi-Wan then stopped and looked at Chris in shock. "You want me to play Harry Potter?"
"Yes, both me and Jo would like you to play Harry. But that's only if you want to."
"Of course I want to! But. how will we sort it out with the Jedi Council?" Obi-Wan asked, slightly hesitantly.
"That's what we have Mace for," Chris told him with a smile. "He's got to come in useful for something, hasn't he?"
Obi-Wan giggled and decided that the future looked bright. For now he'd leave all the problems for Mace to sort out.
Should I carry on with this or not???
10-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi trailed miserably behind his Master through the action jam packed streets of Courscant. He wasn't being punished, not quite. His Master, the legendary Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn, called it discipline rather than punishment. He was in trouble for being two hours late and missing his training lesson the day before. His Master had not been pleased.
So now, instead of going out with his friends he had to walk around the city, lagging behind his Master. He thought about what he and his friends had been talking about yesterday, the topic which had made him two hours late.
Harry Potter.
The books were excellent and the author had decided to make a movie out of the first book, The Philosophers Stone. No one knew which lucky lad had been cast as Harry and everyone was eager to find out who it was.
A hand suddenly grabbed his Padawan braid, which hung behind his right ear, with such a force that it demanded him to look up.
"When we go in here to meet Master Windu, stay by my side at all times!" his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, ordered sternly.
"Yes Master," Obi-Wan said, fighting the urge to rub the base of his scalp where his braid began and knock his Master's hand away. Qui-Gon, however, did not let go of his braid, not even when they got inside. Obi-Wan was aware of people giving them weird looks.
"Qui-Gon!"
Qui-Gon spun around when he heard Mace call his name and Obi-Wan thought his Master was going to pull his braid out of his head.
"You look tired, Qui," Mace said looking concerned as he got closer to the pair. He noticed Qui-Gon was holding Obi-Wan's braid. "Do you want me to take your Padawan off your hands for a couple of hours? That way you can get a decent rest. You look like you need it."
"Thanks, Mace," Qui-Gon said as he gave Obi-Wan's braid to Mace, who gave it a sharp tug. "Should we meet here, at say, five o'clock?"
"Fine," Mace confirmed.
Once Qui-Gon was out of sight, Mace gave Obi-Wan's braid another hard pull and dragged the lad into another room. He sat down and made Obi-Wan stand in front of him.
"What did you do to get into so much trouble?" Mace asked the lad.
Neither Mace nor Obi-Wan saw a young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and a dark-haired man enter the room.
"I was two hours late and missed my training lesson yesterday, Master Windu," Obi-Wan barely whispered.
Mace closed his eyes for a minute, being two hours late was understandable, Obi-Wan was only ten, but missing a training lesson? That was not. He was surprised that Qui-Gon had only put the lad under house arrest.
He opened his eyes to find Obi-Wan looking miserably at the ground. Mace knew what he was going to do. The lad needed to be taught a decent lesson, being under house arrest was not enough.
In one smooth movement he pulled the ten-year-old across his lap. *Swat!* The first blow landed making Obi-Wan gasp with shock and pain. Another ten swats quickly landed and Obi-Wan was crying limply over Mace's knees.
Mace then bade the lad to kneel in front of him, laying a hand on the boy's head. "Don't give me a reason to do that again, Obi-Wan," he said gently and he pulled the young Jedi to his feet.
Obi-Wan stared at the ground for a moment or so, passing one arm over his eyes. He then choked out "Yes, Master Windu."
"Good," Mace had been waiting for a reply. "Go and stand in the corner and think about why I just had to do that to you."
Obi-Wan obeyed the instruction. He stood silently facing the corner, his arms by his sides and his head bowed. He tired to think about the reasons why he had been punished not about the punishment itself in an attempt to ignore the fire that was spreading across his backside.
"Mace," the young woman made her presence known.
"Jo!" Mace exclaimed, looking up, shocked. "You didn't just witness that, did you?"
"Yes, I did. You handled it finely, Mace. But you forgot something."
At Mace's confused look, Jo walked over to Obi-Wan, spun him around and hugged him. "All forgiven," she murmured into his hair. "Never mistake fear for respect," she told Mace while holding Obi-Wan's head to her heart. "Always let the child know it was done for their own good and because they are loved."
Jo put her arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders, gave him a friendly smile and led him over to where Mace was sitting.
Obi-Wan knelt on the floor until Jo pulled him up to sit next to her on the couch.
"So, what do you think of Mace. Come on tell the truth!" she urged, she really liked this lad, he would be perfect.
"He's ok, must of the time," Obi-Wan answered shyly.
"What do you mean, most of the time?!" Mace demanded, pretending to be annoyed.
Obi-Wan grinned across at Jo, but didn't answer Mace. He was not taking any chances. Mace was on the Jedi Council and if Qui-Gon had found out he'd been teasing him, he would absolutely flip.
Jo whispered something to the other man, whilst Mace pulled Obi-Wan onto his lap. "Not going to answer me?" Mace teased the lad.
"You're on the Council, Master Windu. Plus Master Qui-Gon would kill me for answering back to you!" Obi-Wan answered.
"Smart lad," the other man in the room told him. He then turned to Jo. "Fame won't go to his head," he told her.
"Fame?" Obi-Wan asked, looking from the man, to Jo and finally to Mace.
"Jo, Chris?" Mace asked. He was equally as confused as Obi-Wan was.
"You know why we're here Mace," Chris told him.
"He'd be perfect!" Jo exclaimed.
Mace sighed. "Well. I'm not going to say no."
But you're not going to say yes to whatever's going on," Obi-Wan spoke up.
"Jo, you'll have to ask Obi-Wan," Mace told her.
"Obi-Wan? Have children in the Jedi Temple heard of Harry Potter?" Jo asked him.
"Of course!" Obi-Wan stopped suddenly, realising that Jo was actually Joanne Rowling, the author of Harry Potter. And Chris was a top director.
Jo laughed, correctly guessing what Obi-Wan was thinking. Obi-Wan then thought about his earlier punishment and blushed.
"Obi-Wan, have you ever thought about acting?" Chris asked him, breaking his line of thought.
"Em. not really. I'm not sure I'd be any good at it," Obi-Wan answered truthfully.
"What would you say if I said I thought you would be good at it?" Chris asked him.
"I'm not sure. are you saying that to me?" Obi-Wan asked with a cocky grin, gaining confidence.
Chris looked a bit taken back, but Jo burst into laughter and Obi-Wan smiled at her. Chris leaned in to whisper with Jo again and Obi-Wan looked hesitantly at Mace.
Chris suddenly stood and headed towards the exit. "Obi-Wan, will you come with me please?"
Without even looking at Mace, Obi-Wan stood up and followed.
Once they were alone in a room together, Chris crouched a bit so that he was at eye level with Obi-Wan. "Obi-Wan, don't think about this question, just answer from the heart ok?"
"Ok," Chris only just heard his answer as Obi-Wan was looking a bit daunted.
Chris took a deep breath. "Would you like to play Harry Potter?"
"Yes!" Obi-Wan blurted without thinking about it. "Who wouldn't?!" Obi-Wan then stopped and looked at Chris in shock. "You want me to play Harry Potter?"
"Yes, both me and Jo would like you to play Harry. But that's only if you want to."
"Of course I want to! But. how will we sort it out with the Jedi Council?" Obi-Wan asked, slightly hesitantly.
"That's what we have Mace for," Chris told him with a smile. "He's got to come in useful for something, hasn't he?"
Obi-Wan giggled and decided that the future looked bright. For now he'd leave all the problems for Mace to sort out.
Should I carry on with this or not???