Disclaimer: Harry Potter stuff does not belong to me. Star Wars stuff does not belong to me. Grr. In this story more stuff doesn't belong to me than usual.

This story is about what happens when three Harry Potter characters end up in the Star Wars world. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are a year out of Hogwarts. Takes place during events of Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope (I just had to write the whole name)

Chapter 1

"Run!" Harry whispered to his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. "Come on, we have to get away from here!" The trio had overheard Draco Malfoy telling Crabbe and Goyle about his plots to murder them, and when Harry had spotted Malfoy in a Hogsmeade shop not far from where they were standing, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had fled.

"Come on, hurry up, he's after us!" Hermione hissed, looking around for signs of an over-gelled blond head and a cruel smirk.

"He didn't even see us," Ron said. "Why don't we just Apparate somewhere else instead of wasting all this time running?"

"Because," Hermione replied. "He would have heard us Disapparate and then he would know we heard him and he would follow us."

"But he wouldn't even know where we were going."

"He would know that we knew!"

"Would you two please stop arguing for once?" Harry snapped. Hermione sighed.

"I left my bag in the Three Broomsticks anyway; we could just go get it and Apparate out of here." Harry and Ron agreed with this plan, so the three of them trudged through the December snow toward the Three Broomsticks.

Just before they arrived, Harry noticed a piece of plywood lying in the snow in front of them. "That's weird," Harry said to himself. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ignored it, intending to walk over it to get to the Three Broomsticks. Even more strange was the fact that the rest of the street was deserted except for them. But as soon as they each had one foot on the board, Harry felt the familiar jerk behind his navel, and suddenly the board was whisking them away across the snowy countryside.

"I did hear Malfoy say something about a Portkey," Harry shouted, so he could be heard over the rushing sound of the Portkey.

"Try and Apparate back," Ron suggested. With a small pop all three of them Disapparated. But they didn't end up where they planned.

Harry found himself whirling through time and space. He tried to scream but all he heard was a strange echo. It looked like he was being sucked into a swirling vortex of colors.

Suddenly, the colors disappeared, and Harry fell about five feet onto soft, sandy ground. Ron and Hermione fell next to him, but the Portkey fell right on top of Harry's head. Harry saw stars, and then he fainted.

The first thing Harry saw when he returned to consciousness was a large figure standing over him, making screechy noises and holding a spear-like weapon above his head. Harry noticed that it had what looked like brown wrappings around its head, strange goggle-like eyes, and horns. It was wearing sandy tan clothing.

"Harry, come on!" Ron said, pulling Harry away. The Sand Person banged its weapon down where Harry had been only moments before. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got up and began to run, to nowhere in particular, across the seemingly endless expanse of desert.

After the encounter with the Sand Person, the most interesting thing the trio saw for what seemed like hours was the two suns that seemed to make the desert even hotter than usual. In fact, the extra sun and the Sand Person were the only reasons they knew that they weren't in the Sahara Desert. That thought crossed Harry's mind just as he noticed the strange lack of tumbleweed, camels, or any of the things that he thought would accompany deserts.

"Where are we, anyway?" he asked his two heat-dazed friends for no particular reason. The silence told him that neither of them knew.

Suddenly, Harry heard a strange noise coming from behind him. He turned around to see a landspeeder, far behind him and slightly to his left. It was moving towards him fast. He had never seen anything like it before and was too exhausted to wonder what it was.

The landspeeder pulled up beside him. Its passengers were a very strange-looking bunch: an old man, a young man, and two droids.

"You seem lost. Come, I will take you to your destination, wherever that is," said the old man calmly. "Where are you going?"

"We're not going anywhere. I don't know where we are and how we got here," Harry said very hoarsely. Ron and Hermione nodded. The old man looked thoughtful.

In a cantina in the nearby city of Mos Eisley, Harry, Ron, and Hermione explained their predicament to the old man, who introduced himself as Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan didn't know how they got there, but he did say that they were on a planet called Tatooine. "Tatooine?" Ron said anxiously. "What happened to the planet Earth?"

"Earth?" Obi-Wan said. "I've never heard of such a planet. Is that where you came from?" They all nodded numbly. "It's possible that you might be in a completely different galaxy, all though how you may have gotten here is a mystery."

"A different galaxy," Ron muttered. "Great. We're never going to get out of this."