Dear Constant Reader,

This is where I need assistance most from you: Is this chapter, Remembrance, rushed?

I truly believe its time to delve into the Clone Wars, and get the show on the road. I do though, as mentioned at the end of the last chapter or so, want people to comprehend Star Wars - its a wonderfully designed Universe (although George Lucas sucks at directing it).

I need you to tell me if things need to be explained more indepth, if things are coming off as too hard to understand, or if this story isn't progressing the way you feel is necessary to keep more than the six Star Wars buffs continuing to read. (Cheers to you)

The Management

Chapter IV
Remembrance

Hermione Jane Granger.

The day she was murdered.

The seclusion of the nook his Master had created helped on days such as this particular one.

A day of remembrance.

A day of sorrow. A day when the memories assaulted his mind with unbridled fury. A day very significant despite his new life - one that told him to never forget what he once was - a day to be even more significant, as he would later find out.

Soft twitters and chirps permeated the temple top. Birds, large and small, swooped down onto the young Jedi Padawan's retreat, flocking from near and far, the Light Side radiating forth from the gardens and the young man that dwelled there this early morn, drawing them to it. Sounds came with the wind that swept at the trees that were once indigenous to the technological center of the galaxy, the rustling of their leaves oddly soothing the torrential emotion that plagued the Child of Wizard Prophecy.

Harry focused, kneeling on the soft grass high on the top of the Jedi Temple, looking out over the skyscrapers and the Galactic Senate House. He shut his eyes closed, letting the sounds of nature and the distant roar from the industrial section of Coruscant flow through his mind. The vivid images of her death came reeling over his mind, despite what defenses he put up.

"Why can I not concentrate on this blasted day?," he muttered, opening his eyes. He ran a shaky hand through his fairly long hair, he had grown out - the Padawan braid he kept at ten inches or so, dangling down unto his shoulder from behind his right ear.

Four and a half years had past since he had been flung through a portal into this new galaxy; five years since her death.

Reaching to his belt within the dark emerald, silk noil Jedi robes, he himself, had fashioned, he brought out a single hilt, a large one - fourteen inches that held four buttons along its length. Memories flooded his mind of the pain in creating such a tool.

The nineteen year old Jedi Padawan sighed, slamming the crystal down onto the table after the fifty-third failed attempt that day, to situate the focusing crystal correctly in the hilt.

The hilt itself, forged from the steel of Godric Gryffindor's sword, had taken five hundred and seventy hours alone, of concentrated effort to grind, mold, and maintain the Force energy residing within the steel to come up with the well carved piece that lay on his work bench now. The rubies that had glistened along its hilt proved to be adequate Lightsaber crystals, some, after careful cutting, had become perfect for usage within his own.

It was a task not to be taken lightly - the construction of the Lightsaber took upwards from around a month to successfully complete. The construction of a dual-bladed Lightsaber, one revered and shunned within the Jedi Order, had taken six months now and still he was not capable of focusing the crystals within the hilt so the generator could create the pure beam of energy. His patience was whittling away.

"Hm hm hm," laughed his Master walking around his work bench, "Tool, weapons are, of violence. Decent beings, detest them, they do. Tools, of fear, they are. Avoid them, except in direst necessity, and, if compelled, use them only with the utmost restraint."

"What does that have to do with me figuring out how to focus this crystal?," he had replied, rather snootily. Master Yoda had cast him a glare.

"Everything!," he had harrumphed, "Peace, is the Jedi's highest value. If the peace, shattered it has been, content, can we Jedi be? Enemies, demons they are not. Living beings, like yourself, they are. Seek to wish them personal harm, the Jedi does not. Nor rejoice, does he, in a battle won. Impossible it is, to rejoice in such a victory, and delight in the slaughter of others."

"So, I shouldn't spend time building such a weapon -," but he was cutoff with a hand from the Master, who had a twinkle in his eye.

"Hm hm hm, much you have to learn, about the Force, you do. Seek, you do, to create a weapon while pledging to the Light Side. Seek, you must, for guidance from it, acceptance, to create a weapon so powerful as this, and swear upon it, you must, to enter a battle gravely, with sorrow and with great compassion, as though attending a funeral. Remember, you must, that a Jedi uses his powers for knowledge and defense - never to attack. Doing so, it will guide you in placing the crystal, situating something so powerful, impossible to most, it is."

He ran his fingers over the rings situated near the middle of the hilt - he had done what Master Yoda had told him to do, and had situated the focusing crystal upon the next try, and had switched it on. Two blood red bright beams had protruded forth from either end. Many had shied away from him, after having completed the construction of his dual-lightsaber, many fearing him after hearing the stories of Darth Maul and Obi Wan Kenobi. Knight Kenobi had personally congratulated him on such an accomplishment, but many Masters and Knights had been less receiving.

He had help pushing past it, once more, with the guidance of Yoda once more.

He stormed out of the Training Room, Anakin in pursuit.

"Hold off, Harry!," he shouted, reaching out and pulling him to a stop. Harry closed his eyes, silently chiding himself for acting so foolish, "What has gotten into you lately? You going to let Master Took get to you?"

Master Took had further insulted him that day, for having used "Sith Tactics" such as apparating and disapparating. Harry fought with one of the more difficult dueling techniques, extreme concentration and patience required. Few had mastered it, Mace Windu being the foremost in the form he pursued. He had been berated and called the next Dark Lord, a fool for delving so deeply, and too old to learn how to be a 'true' Jedi.

"I don't get it," Harry had mumbled.

"Get what?," Anakin had inquired, casting his best friend a raised eyebrow.

"How much of a hypocrite he is!," he shouted, suddenly, "He runs around with his arse stuck up his head preaching to the Padawans about how to never hate! To never hold grudges and yet here he is, calling me a damn Sith Lord." the nineteen year old breathed.

"Why do you care what he thinks? - he's not your master." Harry ignored him, shrugging him off and turning around, stepping forward and plowing into Yoda. Sure enough, it was Harry who fell down onto his bum, and Yoda, who remained upright, casting a shrewd glance at his apprentice.

"Right, he is, you know," the Master Jedi said, "Serenity, you need to find with your passion."

"I..." struggled the young man, "I've tried hard... very hard-"

"Old saying, there is:," Yoda had cut off, "Fill your bowl to the brim and spill, it will. Keep sharpening your knife, and blunt it will be. Chase after wealth and security - unclench, your heart will never. Care about people's approval, and prisoner, you will be to them. Do your work, and step back. Only path, there is, to serenity."

Serenity had come slightly easier after that, his mind focusing solely on his work and not about what others thought of him, his guidance slowly coming from the Force but mostly from Master Yoda. Though he reformed to work harder and solely on what needed to be done, he met trouble with controlling his self-loathing. He had thought himself a failure after countless times spent meditating.

'Why am I not successful, Master?," had asked a kneeling twenty year old after not feeling the Force once more, "Why can't I do this..."

"Success, all you worry about, is it?" inquired the Master, hovering slightly off the ground on a hover pad.

"Well, yes..." he said, puzzled at the question, "Why wouldn't I be worried about success?"

"Success, dangerous as failure, it is," spoke the Jedi.

"Well, if we don't strive for success, how is there any hope that we would accomplish our mission... people could die... people have died...," Harry spoke softly, trailing off.

"Do you fear failure?," inquired Yoda.

"Yes... yes, I do... very much so... I don't want to see another innocent life lost - its why I joined the Order, my Master."

"Hope, hollow as fear, it is."

"How though?"

"What does it mean,'success, dangerous as failure, it is'? Simple. Whether up the ladder of success or down it, position shaky, it will always be. When you stand with your feet on the ground, always, you will keep your balance. To the second, what does it mean 'Hope, hollow as fear, it is?' Phantoms, both hope and fear are!" had shouted the Jedi Master, "Arise, they do, from thinking of self. When we don't see the self as self, what do we have to fear?"

Harry Potter closed his eyes again, placing the lightsaber hilt in front of him. The Dark Side within himself assaulted again, attacking the sanctity of his mind with the images of her death.

The lifeless body of Hermione Granger laid there in the entranceway of the Granger Household.

Her clothes torn in various parts, defiling the sanctity and dignity of a woman who prided herself in serving everyone - the oppressed, the enslaved, and the non-humans of the world-had been her goal to free and protect. Her body now lay, spoiled of the purity it once held, her hair caked with blood. The sword lay to the side of her stomach, the hole still seeping blood through the wound.

Harry's eyes clenched, staring into the once warm brown eyes of Hermione, now lifeless... cold...

"Empty your mind of all thoughts..." whispered a soft voice inside his head. He tried to empty -

'There is no try! Do or do not!' flashed through his mind, remembering what his Master had told him from the start. The thoughts began extricating, clearing from the chaos that was his mind until all that was there was white pure light.

He chose to do.

"Let your heart be at peace..." it continued to whisper, the tendrils touching his heart, slowing down the frantic rate at which it beat. The young Jedi Padawan listened softly to its patter, echoing through the white light he cast his mind within.

The feeling was extravagant; the coldness fleeing from him.

"Watch the turmoil of beings, but contemplate their return..." it whispered - she whispered, he could now point out, letting it guide himself towards the voice.

"For each separate being within the universe returns to the common source," she continued, softly, the voice rolling onto him like a light breeze. His hair ruffled slightly in the wind that picked up at his peace, "Returning to the source is serenity..." he whispered. Several of the birds within the trees stationed around him, swooped downward, stalking to him, drawn to the Light glow he began emitting off his body.

"You must forever realize the source, for if you do not, you stumble in confusion and sorrow," said the voice, "Once you realize where you come from, you naturally become tolerant," she said, and he felt a presence, whisking at him, tendrils of grace and warmth flowing through him, "Kindhearted as a grandmother," chuckled the voice, not surprising Harry, as it would most, "Dignified as a King..."

It paused, only for a brief moment, letting the words sink into the young Jedi Padawan.

"Once realized, you can deal with whatever life brings you... and when death comes, you will be ready, Harry Potter...," she said,in an affectionate manner.

"This... this is to be immersed in the wonder of... magic," it finished, with a touch of humor. His body produced a white warm light - emitted it. It tried to float upwards, moving and shifting around his body. The birds no longer chirped, but embraced the goodness, basking in its glory, and the trees swayed towards him, the tendrils of life echoing through his kneeled form.

Harry opened his eyes, revealing exuberant crystal sapphire blue eyes that glowed with fiery passion and warmth, and knowledge, and understanding.

A Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him...

And feel he did. His eyes glanced at the grass and lightsaber at his feet, their energy signatures radiating, the presence of the Force all around him - it was everything, everything and more. Wave upon wave crashed through his body, his mind, and his heart unclenched, he too, basking in its glory. He looked up, following the tendrils of the Force seeping forth from the roots underground, and his breath hitched as he looked at the tree several meters in front of him.

'Is it possible,' his mind whispered softly.

There beneath the softy blowing branches stood a woman of his age, yet she was not a woman of normal sorts. Her hair moved gracefully in the wind, the color of it crystal, and translucent, entrancing the young Jedi Padawan. Her entire body was a shade of blue, her clothes completely white - her form entirely translucent. Harry looked at her face, and a small smile played upon his own.

That face - he could never forget such a face constructed as hers, no matter the age, "Hermione...," he breathed, slowly getting up from his kneeling position, his eyes still the light blue color that embodied and made the Light Side of the Force. He walked forward, and the woman laughed softly. He was beyond amazed - he had heard of the Force granting permission for the deceased to visit the living, to give guidance in times of little resolve to moved forward.

"Glad to see you have not stopped living... my love," she said, softly, moving from the tree. Her body was much like a ghost, except far more real, far more beautiful in death - so he assumed.

"Dead?," she said, reading his mind, "I technically have not been born," she whispered, moving to a foot within him, "This is not the future, nor the present. You were right... for once," the essence of Hermione said with a laugh.

"How?," he whispered, feeling the warmth her spirit gave off, "How is it possible? Why am I here?," he began desperately wanting answers, "Why in the past if -," she touched her fingers to his mouth, which, while they held no substance save the Force itself, silenced him.

"Have you been paying attention at all?," she chided, playfully. Harry's mouth curved into a small smile - it was Hermione, "Never underestimate it... never underestimate the power of Magic for one second. Never think it is yours to bend to your will, Harry..."

They stood there in silence, for a brief moment before Hermione continued. Truly weird, was this meeting, between someone so living, and one so dead... Not even born, was Hermione, and the Force was that strong - capable of changing things in an instant.

"As said... this is indeed the past... the outcomes of what to come having already been decided once before, but the Force... the Force wants you to change that. Whether its in correction... whether its in ruining the galaxy or even as simple as stopping a child from effectively ever being born... that is up to you..."

"But I never wanted any of that," he said softly, no disdain or malice in his words. He had always believed he lived a somewhat respectful life, and had always been ready for death. The problem lied with others dying... Ron... Hermione...

"The Force never dictated us to be, Harry...," she said softly, picking up on what he meant, truly sad. She looked up, her eyes filled with warmth and compassion, "But it does not mean you can not find what you seek here. You need to move on... all of us... all of your friends - Dumbledore, Ron, Sirius... we will be waiting for you, and we will be happy to meet all your new ones - we will not hold it against you for moving on... I will not hold it against you..." she whispered, trailing off at the implied meaning of her own words.

"I understand," he whispered, so softly that it hardly reached his ears but the wind carried it, and she smiled. It felt so weird, yet so normal to the young man to be talking like this. He looked over Hermione as a twenty-one year old, and smiled. He was brought out of her grandeur when she began speaking again.

"Open your heart! Live your life the way you want to, and worry about criticism from people you trust and love... You have been given a second chance to live the life by your rules... Remember what I said, though: never think the Force is yours to control..." she said, kissing her fingers and placing them upon his cheek which sent a powerful surge of the Force through his entire body, his eyes closing from the warmth felt - he had always felt alive around her.

Harry smiled a sad smile towards her, a tear running down his cheek, "I will, Hermione... I will... but there isn't another person like you... who cares as much as I do... you've taught me to care about each life, no matter how weak - that no one is truly evil... shown me the right way when the Dark Side called to me... What other girl in this universe is as brilliant as you? As charming? As.. beautiful?..." he whispered, looking down at the nicely kempt grass.

"Funny you should ask," she said with a brilliant smile, she leaned forward and Harry looked up, interested, "She's brilliant, charming, and she cares about everyone. More importantly, she cares about the good of the planet she was born on, her family, as she would call it... thats most important to her..." she rubbed her chin for effect, "Absolutely hates war - believes it should be avoided at all costs, and she values life as much as you do," she finished, with a smile.

"Who?," he inquired, not believing for a second - Master Yoda would have hit him with his cane if he ever found out.

She laughed, "What, and ruin the surprise? That takes the fun out of meeting her, being an arse to her, then finding out how much you need her and love her then pushing her away once worse comes for worse, believing it to be the best option," she finished, all in one breath.

They grinned at one another, and stood silent for a moment, the Force flowing through each other, warming one another until Harry broke it, "How is it?"

"Serene, Harry. The Light Side is very serene... the Dark... the Dark is too horrible to describe" she whispered.

"Tom?," he said, slightly fearful of what happened to him. Hermione smiled, and sent a bit of the Force to soothe him.

"He is with us.. It really is a good thing you did, Harry... Just believe in yourself a little more..." she said, turning around, "I must go for now, Harry... always remember... remembrance is always important, but never forget to live. And do try to listen to Master Yoda - he may have a problem with.. uh what's it called out here?"

"Galactic Basic," answered Harry, meaning the name used in this Galaxy, for what was English in his first.

"Yes... despite his -"

"Hey!," he said, slightly offended, "I think its perfectly fine."

"Yes, you would think a poor creature being illiterate was perfectly fine."

"He does it on purpose."

"No, he hobbles on purpose- he really never learned how to speak correctly. Despite whatever you want to call it, he is very wise and it'd do you some good to listen to him - really listen to him," she chided.

Harry nodded, smiling once more, and with a strong gust of wind, she was swept away and gone, returning once more to the origin of all things.

Stranger things have happened, perhaps, but Harry felt perfectly fine, knowing now what Master Yoda had been trying to teach him all along.

Open yourself to the Force, then trust your natural responses, and everything will fall into place.

Harry's eyes reverted back to their emerald green color, as he knelt to the luscious green grass once more, but he felt the Force still, flowing through him.

The sound of leaves brushing against one another, the distant sounds of generators and mechanisms turning out power and other mechanisms, the soft howl of the wind, and the energies they held all flowed through his mind, as he meditated that morning, thinking about his encounter and how far he had come in four and a half years as a member of the Jedi Order - the one of only three "Old Knights," the others being Master Mace Windu, and his own Master, Yoda.

He felt two things near noon, when the two suns of Coruscant were fully visible to see, the clouds of the early morning moving eastward into the poorly constructed areas of the planet - the slums. One, a very powerful being moving towards him, who was overly excited, and another being -another presence - far off in the distance towards the Galactic Senate House - something disturbing, unpleasant, and he felt the Force warn him.

Harry was brought out of the small encounter with the cloud of mystery that he sensed Darkness within, when someone begin shouting his name to the left of him.

"Harry!" shouted Anakin, as he looked up, his eyes shifting from Light blue due to his meditation more quickly this time.

"Yes, Annie?," said, Harry, a bit put off that he had been disturbed, now that he had finally gotten the hang of 'being one' with the Force.

"I told you never to call me that!," he exclaimed, faking hurt, "Some brother you are," he said with compassion. Anakin still missed his mother, who he had to leave when becoming a Jedi, but it helped knowing he had someone to relate to in being a Jedi who was too old for training, and slightly more passionate about their duties than others.

"Knight Kenobi told me to call you it whenever possible," Harry said, getting up, and dusting his emerald green robes off. His white tunic and white pants were slightly dirty, but all in all, the young man looked sharp and handsome. His face had progressed in holding cheeks that were of regal type, his hair was softer and more tamable, and his figure was well toned, and despite his lack of muscles, he could kick anyone's arse "The Muggle Way." (Non-Force Sensative Way)

"You'll never guess who's coming," Anakin said, ignoring the comment about his master, his eyes twinkling in merriment.

"Oh no," grumbled Harry, summoning the Lightsaber from the ground into his outstretched right palm, that was facing down, "Don't tell me Master Took is coming, please don't..." he muttered, replacing the tool of the Jedi on his belt.

Anakin rolled his eyes, "No, not that old coot! That ol -" he said, but Harry shot him a stern glare, which made him quiet on those matters quite quickly. Being depressed about lectures, was fine, but respect was essential, and Harry felt that Anakin needed to learn to respect everyone. While, Harry had done it once or twice in his career as a Jedi, Anakin criticized everything, rudely, which occasionally drove him bonkers. He hoped to instill some of his qualities in his best friend to prevent the rest of the Order from attacking them should they grow tired of the two.

"Fine, fine Master Potter, I am most sorry to have insulted Master Took," he said with a touch of humor, "Anyway, the Senator from Naboo is coming!"

Harry stopped suddenly, and looked pointedly at Anakin, "You ran all the way up here to tell me that the Senator from Naboo is coming?"

"Haven't you been listening to me, recently?," he asked, exasperated, "Its her!"

That explained it. Harry had mastered the art of filtering out anything that involved her. 'Poor lad never shuts up about her, really,' he thought, holding back a smile. He then frowned slightly. Everyone save himself, Mace Windu, and Yoda were Old Knights, utilizing emotion to drive their abilities. Anakin was still following the New Knight code... Harry pondered the situation. He was specifically not to reveal it to anyone, and that included Anakin, about the Old Code being used once again. It would be revealed when the time was right, he pondered, recalling his Master's words.

"That explains it. Truly, whenever you say her name, I stop listening," Harry replied, snapping out of his thoughts.Anakin turned around and shot him a glare.

"I don't only talk about her - well her her but the Separatist movement that's being led by some unknown agent at the moment. You should pay attention - things are going to get ugly if the Republic doesn't do something. Jedi Knights should be dispatched to find the leader and to get rid of him," responded Anakin.

"I know all about the Confederacy of Independent Worlds that is forming. Her plan, if you'd listen to it, which you must not have, is to prevent war from starting. The Jedi are smart to act as mediators for the time being. Are number are too few at the moment, to be engaging in a Galactic War against that many nations, especially one having backing from the Trade Federation and several big black market operations - the Supreme Chancellor must want the Republic to fail if he's moving for a clone army," Harry said, began rattling off facts, and Anakin listened, inputting his own thoughts, "Anyway... so I finally get to meet your little crush?"

Anakin blushed slightly, "Well, actually, I just spoke with Master Yoda and Master Windu - they told me to come find you and take you along... in your speeder... to get her."

Harry couldn't help it, he began laughing hysterically, "That's horrible - were you even trying, Anakin?," Anakin began laughing too, "Come on, lets go meet Misses Skywalker."

They were going to meet her.

Padme Naberrie Amidala.

I have decreed that the Theme Song for Harry Potter is Droid Invasion from Star Wars: Episode ISound Track
It has that empowering feeling - chaos, then order, then depression, then order. If you have the time, listen to it - I think you'll enjoy.

For those who want a picture of what I envision Harry Potter's Lightsaber to look like, look search Google on Images and type Darth Maul Lightsaber.