Title: Way of the Force
Author name: Icy Manipulator
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Category: Action/Adventure
Sub Category: Romance
Keywords: Harry Jedi

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Harry gets a visitor and a summons to go back to Godric's Hollow.

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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and/or George Lucas, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, Lucas Books, Del Rey and Randomhouse, Lucas Arts and Lucasfilm Ltd., and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.

- Edmund Burke

Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Visit

"Harry…" a voice, barely a whisper, called against the night.

"Harry…" again it called, but this time more insistent, forceful.

"Wakeup, Harry… it is time you know… know of who and what you are…"

Tired lids fluttered open to reveal the haunted emerald eyes of one Harry James Potter, revealing to him a sight no one would have had expected to see ever again… not since the Battle at the Ministry of Magic a few weeks ago.

For before him, glowing in a pale blue light was his Godfather, Sirius Black.

"Sirius... is it really you... am I dreaming?" a thousand questions rolled through Harry's head, still confused from a restless sleep and finding it hard to accept that his godfather has shown himself to him. The pain from the memory of losing him through the veil haunts him even when awake.

"I'm glad I've got your attention, Harry." Sirius said with abit of a chuckle. He turned serious however and continued. "We have much to talk about and too little time. First, I must say that you must learn to let me go. I have accepted my fate, and, soon you must clear away your doubts and fears, and, accept your destiny."

"I know, but it's difficult… What I mean is, now I have nothing… no one…I can't do this…" looking up at his godfather as tears started to fall from his emerald orbs "I'm so sorry Sirius… I'm to blame for all this… I'm sorry for getting you killed… I... I mean, why me? Snape's right I'm nothing but a stupid brat…" Emotions that can no longer be contained, from the strains of his nightmares when asleep to the nightmare that was his life, Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, wept.

"Harry, NO!, I don't blame you. Not one bit! Don't be like the arrogant prats your father and I have once been! You MUST give the credit to where it is due… Voldemort! He is to blame! And one day, hopefully soon, he shall pay with interest!" Sirius exclaimed, hoping that somehow he would be able to get through his godsons' thick skull. After a few seconds of silence broken only by sobs from the younger man, he sighed and continued speaking.

"I know that life seems hard right now… but all these things will soon pass and the final confrontation and fulfillment of the prophesy will take place. But, to face Him again you must first get over your grief… over your fears. Remember Harry, it might sound cliché, but for us and especially for you and who you are, we, your parents and I, are and would always be with you. You may have a lot of your father in you, but, never forget that you're also your mother's son.

Once you've come to realize this fact then, and only then can you be free to prepare yourself. You will need to train your body, mind and spirit. You need to overcome the obstacles in your mind … and heart."

"But, how? The Dursleys won't even let me out of this room much less… and what do you mean about being my mother's son?" asked a now very confused Harry.

"Do you know how the finest swords are made?" Harry shook his head at this, wondering where this question would lead to.

"The blade starts out as an ore, heated to extreme temperatures and melted to remove the impurities from the metal At least that was the idea. Once this is done, a basic block of the metal is made. Some would be used to create shields, vessels, statues… you get the idea?" Harry nodded rapt in attention.

"Out of a stock of hundreds of these blocks, one would be chosen to be heated yet again, to be beaten, folded and cooled… the process repeated for hundreds of times, the strength and quality of the blade depends on this process. Until finally, the swords blade is made whose metal is stronger, sharper and more pure even though it came from the same base stock." Sirius concluded.

"But… still, I don't understand. What does this have to do with anything?" ask Harry.

"It has to do with a lot of things Harry. What I forgot to mention is that if at anytime during its creation the blade develops a flaw, it will be discarded, useless, by the sword smith. You, Harry can be like that blade. You can let your anger, your grief and your fears be your flaw and wallow in them and let time pass you by… or accept your trials as they are, the tempering fire that purifies your soul, making you stronger, wiser. You are your own smith, Harry."

"I am afraid to go on…" Harry was beginning to say, but Sirius interrupted him…

"Only you can choose your fate, Harry, curl up useless and broken or rise up to the challenge. Rust and corrode or be the blade that strike fear against injustice… against the dark. Moony once told me that your deepest fear is fear itself…, Now you must overcome even that. Trust in your instincts, your friends… but most of all trust your heart and you will find that you have no reason to fear."

"Will I be like this… alone, always alone?"

"No Harry," Sirius answered. "You are not, nor have you ever been alone. You will find that we're right here, just as you are in ours." Sirius said smiling as he pointed at Harry's chest while his other hand was over his own.

Harry nodded, a dawn of understanding… maybe acceptance, as a small smile began to form upon his lips.

"Now listen, find a way to Godric's Hollow, there you shall find your destiny…I shall meet you there. But for now, Rest Harry."

Sirius ethereal figure slowly disappeared and as he did so, Harry's eyes also slowly slid close. But, before slipping into what would be his most restful night in years, Harry could of swore he heard his godfather say "…may the Force be with you."

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Two Days later, at Godric's Hollow.

"The Force is strong in him, Lil." Said a black haired man whose rugged features hides the mischievousness in his otherwise handsome face. "You could feel it seep out from him, what I mean is, although I'll never fully understand this Force of yours, it's the only thing I could relate to the kind of power that radiates from him. It's just like the magic that we have but more like yours… I don't know how to call it."

"Is it a wonder? He is my son and the force is strong in my family" The emerald eyed woman replied.

"Well, no need to be haughty, he's my son too you know, Mrs. Lily Evans Potter… or do you prefer to be called Mrs. Li Lye Vans Potter, hmmm?"

The woman's laugh, like tiny tinkling bells, rang through the night as she replied. "I do have a lot to be proud about in my son. And about my name… I haven't been called by that name for a long time now James, even I'm surprised you remember it."

"Well, the experience of finding out who you really are is kind of unforgettable." James replied a little sheepish as he remembered that particular event.

"Come now James, it wasn't that bad was it?" Lily asked.

"Seeing as that laser sword…"

"lightsaber" Lily interrupted.

"Right. Seeing as your lightsaber almost making me…mmm…mmm…"

"Neutered?" Lily offered with a grin.

"I was thinking of more in the lines of castrated, yeah, that definitely leaves an impression on a guy." James turning red as the tinkling laughter filled the air once more.

"Well, I for one am happy that I was able to stop my swing in time or we would not have had our Harry." Lily said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Do you think he would be happy to see me? I mean, he did see at one of my worst in Snape's pensieve. Do you think he would be ready for this… how long does he need to train, you yourself said that you've been training since you were five, and even then well… you know?" streamed some of the question that's been bothering James for a while.

"Don't worry so much dear. Good ol' Tom did not get the better of me, I just listened to the Force's will and now I'm one with it… and so are those I love…" touching her lips lightly upon James' before she continued.

"Besides, all we need is a month or two just to introduce him to the Force and the rest of the knowledge he needs, will be provided for when the time comes."

"Is this about the things at the DoM. vault? The stuff we charmed in that specially locked room?" asked James, seeming to get the idea.

"Yes, remember the story my dad used to tell us about how they arrived and how his Master asked the help of the MoM to keep a few select items?" James nodded at this, remembering that he and his wife have had been working on one of the items.

"Well, one of those is what Harry needs to learn…"

"Padfoot!" James interrupted Lily as another ghostly figure came to existence and approached them.

"He's coming Prongs in fact he'll be arriving any minute now, I've been watching him since he left your sister house, Lils. I think he's going nutters though…he seems to be talking to somebody…" Sirius muttered the last part as he mused on his Godson's sanity.

Any further talk was cut short by the shark crack of a twig breaking.

As the three become invisible once again, a scrawny boy of almost sixteen, with a mop of jet black hair and eyes that mirrored his mother's came out of the bushes.

TBC.