This story was originally published on Archive of Our Own, so I wanted to bring it here so more people could see it and enjoy it for their own purposes.
Hi, y'all! I'm sharing a few more of my WIPs, so here's a Harry Potter - Star Wars crossover involving everyone's favourite Chosen One cavorting around the galaxy, but with a twist. We're completely rewriting the canon of the Star Wars sequels! We do mostly recognize the canon of The Mandalorian Season 1 and 2 here, but even that I reserve the right to tweak to my own desires.
So, for the sake of my own writing, this story is set in 24 ABY. I have moved Ben and Rey's ages back to where they were born roughly the same time (5 ABY) and are both 19 here. Rey is not a Palpatine, nor will she ever be a Palpatine.
Harry is a few years removed from the Battle of Hogwarts, and is post-canon, so she's roughly 24 years old here.
Just getting that out of the way now. Enjoy!
Narrowing his eyes, Ben stepped down the ramp of his ship, cupping his hands over his eyes to shield them from the scathing Jakku sun. He hated desert planets with a burning passion. He had been stuck visiting the emancipated communes on Tatooine enough times to want nothing to do with these infernal places. Jakku was no less worthy of his disdain, particularly since it, like Tatooine, relied on the control of industrialist-backed scrapper guilds and indentured servitude.
He grimaced as his communicator began to trill with a comm from his impatient, Jedi Master uncle. Tapping his finger, he pointedly ignored the man's call. He wasn't supposed to go off on his own, but his uncle just wouldn't understand. Master Snoke had shown him the truth, that he could be strong like his grandfather had been, and solve the problems that his mother and uncle seemed to be incapable of solving. That he could have all the strength in the galaxy in his hands, and reunite a galaxy mired in this never-ending tug of war between the sycophants who swore their oaths of loyalty to a decay carcass named Emperor Palpatine, and the fat, bloated corpses of men who ran the corrupt and decadent Galactic Republic.
He clenched his hands at the very thought of those fools on Hosnian Prime. His mother had been unceremoniously thrown out on her arse by those banthashit politicians for being the daughter of the most powerful master of the Force in galactic history. For being a Skywalker.
Even as a little child, he remembered how she'd suffered, and how the Republic's stink had been on everything that had followed. The Jedi being forced in the arse-end of the galaxy, taking up a dilapidated temple ruins on Yavin. His mother and father's marriage collapsing, and then the years he spent on his father's freighter while his mother not only recovered from the devastation of being made an outcast, but also helped build a resistance against what he saw as the future.
If only she understood, he mused to himself as he made the trek towards his destination. If only she understood what the First Order, and the Dark Side could give the galaxy. True peace. Vengeance against those who destroyed Alderaan and then saved their own greedy skins…
His thoughts recentered on the work he was sent here to do.
It was his job, as his Master's highest disciple, as the leader of the Most Loyal Knights of Ren, to gather artefacts of importance from various parts of the galaxy and bring them to him on Mustafar– all in preparation for the First Order to rise again and strike fear into the hearts of those who had lost their faith to the cause of One Galaxy, and had embraced the Republic and all the hypocrisy and bourgeoisie excess that came with it.
His latest mission was to venture to Jakku in search of some intelligence about the possible location of an ancient Dark artefact from the High Republic era. There was a trader at Niima Outpost that apparently dealt in such things, and Ben was to figure out just what the man knew, and eliminate him so that he could not threaten or imperil the rise of the Knights of Ren and the First Order.
Niima Outpost was, as Ben had completely expected, a shithole pockmark on the face of an otherwise completely useless planet. The only part of it that was rather interesting to him was the fact that the outpost seemed to have been constructed in the midst of a massive valley filled with debris or disabled ships.
He spotted on the horizon, just peaking out from the desert haze, a half-submerged Star Destroyer, clearly Imperial make. Whistling to himself, he shook his head and grasped the hilt of his lightsaber. There would be time to do thorough analysis of all this debris later. He had a job to do first.
As he made to crest the hill, he stopped as he felt the Dark Side surge like a tremendous tidal wave, and give an exhaltation that had him blinking tears away. In the blink of a moment, his master disappeared from the back of his mind, and all he could feel was the tremendous gaping maw of the Darkness now centered over the Niima Outpost. He nearly fell to his knees in shock.
Whoever– or whatever had just arrived at the Niima Outpost made his master look like a mere Grey Jedi in comparison. Where his master had been a cool, velvety touch to his mind, a soft whisper in his ears… this new force was a crashing wave, sweeping his master aside and drowning his whispering words beneath a cacophonic roar.
Whoever that was… well, Ben knew that as a good apprentice, he'd have to see just who this new darksider was, and what threat their presented to the First Order… and if maybe they trained him in the ways of the Dark Side so he could overthrow his master, all the better.
…
Rey did her best to blend into the sands and the thrum of anonymous people. The less attention she brought herself, the better. After thirteen years, she thought herself quite capable of getting used to most of the banthashite of Niima Outpost. For instance: Unkar Plutt liked certain things more than other things, and was willing to give more portions for certain pieces of technology like droids than just ship scrap. With whole pieces of useful technology, you could get whole days worth of portions, but if you brought nothing but Imperial scrap metal, well… expect to need more than just one speeder-full to fall asleep with a full belly.
Another point she'd lived by since she was a kid: Keep your eyes down. Mercenaries and bounty-hunters were well-known for their… rather violent insistence that scrappers do things for- or to them in exchange for bare necessities like water or portions. She had fortunately avoided such incidents in her youth, but she also lived very far enough away from the Outpost to not be really noticed by the locals, so it was sort of an even trade-off.
Though today, something in her stomach was bristling like an angry steelbeak. She'd woken up feeling something that she could only vaguely describe as foreboding, and as she approached Niima Outpost on her speeder, this feeling of bitter cold had permeated her very being like she'd spent the whole night outside.
She'd shaken it off– she had things she needed to get done today before she headed out to the Graveyard to start picking apart Imperial ships for something useful to trade for food, and so pressed on despite the inching, creeping feeling of dread pooling inside of her.
After she'd traded a couple portions for some much-needed supplies, her attention had been drawn to the sounds of a scuffle– those didn't happen often, and when they did, people tended to end up in the sand, either full of smoking holes, or with a knife belly-deep. She turned just in time to see a wild-eyed woman with a sword as long as a Wookiee forearm behead one of Unkar Plutt's enforcers, before squaring off against two others. Rey nervously glanced around at several bounty hunters and mercenaries who were now reaching down for their blasters and other weapons– nobody attacked one of Unkar's men and lived to tell the tale.
Stashing her supplies in the footwell of her speeder, she grabbed her staff and started approaching the woman– who was physically holding her own against several larger, much bulkier enemies. After the first blaster shot against her went wide, ricocheting off the edge of her blade and causing one of the nearby support pillars to collapse, Rey's eyes widened and she quickly grabbed the woman and pulled her just out of the range as the entire entrance to the alcove collapsed.
"Wha-" the woman exclaimed, barely getting a word out before Rey pushed her into the seat of her speeder.
Rey quickly leapt over the hood of her speeder and climbed in the driver's seat and shot off away from Niima Outpost, keeping her eyes peeled on the rear-view mirrors to make sure she wasn't being followed by any of the mercenaries. After they'd gotten far enough away, and Rey's paranoia had settled down enough, she glared at the woman.
"You really stirred up the gundark nest, you know," she said. "Unkar doesn't like it much when people cause a ruckus in his Outpost."
"Am I supposed to know who Unkar is?" The woman asked sarcastically, giving her a look.
"You're on Jakku and you don't know who he is? Are you an escaped slave or something?" Rey asked, giving the woman a bewildered look.
"No, I'm not an escaped slave," the woman said pointedly. "I'm here looking for someone. Not that it's any bloody business of yours."
"You're looking for someone?" Rey asked as they crested another dune, before she scowled slightly. "I doubt they're here. There really isn't much here that's worth anything to anybody other than scrap."
"We came here the same way, he has to be here– or somewhere," the woman said firmly, with a slight grimace. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"Home," Rey said firmly. "You can't stay at Niima Outpost with half the planet looking to put your head on a pike."
"Thanks," the woman said, ever so gently.
They sat in silence for the remainder of the trip, and the woman seemed rather awed at the sight of Rey's home.
"This is where you live? What is this thing?"
"I'm not sure what you mean," Rey asked, glancing at her new companion with a raised eyebrow. "It's an AT-AT, they're rather standard issue across the galaxy, I believe?"
"Galaxy? As in there are humans on more than just this planet?" the woman asked faintly.
Rey stared at her in shock for a few seconds. "Okay… where do you come from that you don't know about the galaxy?"
"Earth, where else?" the woman asked as if it were obvious.
"Never heard of it," Rey said, slightly confused. "Okay, first thing's first, before we unpack… all of that. I'm Rey."
"Ah, right," the woman said, wincing. "Kind of have to introduce yourself, don't you? Christ, Hermione says I'm always pants at social interactions. Name's Harry. Harry Potter."
"Pleased to meet you, Harry Potter," Rey said gently. "Now, let's get inside and out of the sun. I'm going to miss out on a whole day of portions and water the last thing I need is to get dehydrated out here."
Rey stepped into the interior of the AT-AT and sat down on her usual seat while Harry looked around in surprise.
"Wow, this place is cool," Harry murmured. "You said you've lost a whole day of portions and water? Do you not have food and drink and all that?"
"Jakku is a rather hostile world, in case you didn't notice," Rey commented. "Food and water supplies are scarce, so men like Unkar Plutt control most of that sort of thing. People like me, we trade scrap for basic necessities."
"That sounds awful," Harry murmured, sitting down in the seat offered to her.
"It's what it is," Rey said with a shrug. "If you're from some other place in the universe, how come you sound like you're from the Core?"
"Where?"
"The Core, it's where most of the power of the Republic and Empire was," Rey explained. "When I was young, I taught myself to write, read, do maths and all sorts of things with holos."
"Holos?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised.
"Um, you know, entertainment? Things you watch?" Rey explained.
"Oh, like the telly then," Harry said with a nod. "or tapes, even…"
"So yeah, a lot of the materials I learned from were completely stupid things like… Senatorial meetings and the like," Rey explained. "It wasn't easy, but I ended up sounding a bit posh, I guess. It's actually helped a few times when off-worlders want my services for something like mechanics. They trust a young woman who sounds civilized more than you'd think."
She sighed. "Of course, fuels cells aren't exactly easy to get your hands on, so I don't really use 'em anymore. They chew up too much power to use on a regular basis. I keep the lights on and my security working through a generator, but it requires constant fiddling to keep running."
"How many worlds are there… out in space?" Harry asked wryly.
"Far too many to count," Rey said with a sigh. "Alderaan, Coruscant, Corellia, Jakku… thousands upon thousands."
"Holy shit," Harry murmured, before shifting on her seat and looking at Rey carefully. "If you've got no food or drink, I think I've got you covered."
Rey blinked in surprise as Harry slung her knapsack over her shoulder and set it on the ground before popping it open.
She watched as Harry rummaged around for a few seconds before drawing out another small bag. Loosening the rope that had it tied shut, Harry looked around, before nodding in satisfaction.
Rey was going to say something as Harry set the bag on the ground and waved her hand towards it.
She thought her eyes might fall out of her head as she watched a various appliances float up out of the bag, before setting themselves up in her living space without any effort at all.
"You're a Jedi," Rey whispered in awe at what she'd just witnessed.
"A what?" Harry asked, confused.
"A Jedi. They were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic!" Rey said, gushing. "I've read so much about them. They're able to do so many cool things!"
"I'm not a Jedi, I'm a witch," Harry said simply. "I'd rather not co-opt someone else's labels if I can help it. Anyway, why don't we eat first and then you can tell me a bit more about this galaxy we're in?"
"You've got food in there too?" Rey squeaked. "Actual food?"
"Of course, Hermione was very insistent I be prepared for whatever lay on the other side," Harry said simply, before opening one of the doors, filling the small living space with a cool breeze. She tossed something at Rey, and Rey caught in her hands, yelping slightly at how cold the item was.
It was a perfectly shaped bottle of glass, filled with an orange-brown liquid.
"It's a bottle of butterbeer– a drink that I rather fancy from back home," Harry said with a smile. "That's just something to quench your thirst. I'll get a proper… ah, breakfast? I guess? started right away."
Rey watched in fascination as Harry opened the box of cold again.
"What is that thing?"
"This? It's a refrigerator. Keeps things cool. But in this case, Hermione and I have it charmed and runed to where it keeps all the food in it in stasis. Plus, we kind of twist Gamp's Law of Transfiguration a bit by having it never run out of food either. It always has fresh ingredients handy."
"Gamp's what?" Rey asked.
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know. It's this thing, this convention of the stuff I can do, that says we can't make food with it. We can make more if we've got some, but not from thin air."
"So you stocked this… refrigerator with food, and your powers let you… never run out of it?" Rey asked.
"Correct," Harry said with a nod. "Go about what you'd usually do if you were here on your own. I'll let you know when things are ready, okay?"
Rey did her best to stay away from Harry as she cooked. When she was done, Rey looked at what Harry had prepared her. It only took her a moment to take in the lovely aromatic smell of the food. It didn't look like anything she'd ever eaten, though that was hardly a high bar to clear.
"What is all this?" Rey asked, looking between the things on her plate, eyes wide.
"Eggs, sausage, toast with marmalade," Harry said. "Figured you could use something with a little weight to it."
"Marmalade?" Rey asked.
"It's sort of a jam, made from fruit preserves. Go ahead, take a bite," Harry encouraged. "It's delicious."
Rey picked up the slightly crumbly bread in her hand and gave it an experimental sniff. Something that smelled sweet and fragrant tickled her nose and she decided to hell with it and took a bite. A burst of flavour in her mouth could barely contain her moan of pleasure as she got her first taste of proper food.
"Oh Creator," Rey said, covering her mouth with her hand. "That's delicious. Shit. Is this what you have every day?"
"Well, not quite, some days I have other things for breakfast, but it's always a nice little bit of sweet in the early morning," Harry said with a pleased look on her face.
Rey savored every bite of her food, between the sweet marmalade-slathered toast, the smokey sausage, and the well-prepared, slightly runny and gooey eggs. When she'd finished, she set her plate aside and hummed, rubbing her stomach. She'd never felt so full in her life. Like she'd just stuffed her face with a dozen portions, but without any of the ill-effects like dry mouth or stomach cramps.
In fair exchange for such a delicious meal, Rey spent some time explaining what she knew about the Galaxy at large, which she admitted wasn't exactly 'up to date' information, since most of the materials she had in her home were over forty years old, dating back to the Separatist Wars and the early days of the Galactic Empire– though she explained that the Empire had fallen about twenty years ago, not that it particularly made a difference on Jakku.
After she'd trailed off, she took a drink of another bottle of this sweet, savoury drink that Harry gave her and sighed.
"That's about all I know, to be honest with you," Rey admitted. "Not a whole lot of new information comes here because I hardly ever talk to off-worlders for more than a few minutes at a time. I try to not stay around Niima Outpost for very long if I can help it. So, what, um, what about where you're from?"
"It's nothing nearly as exciting as a galaxy full of different species and that sort of thing," Harry explained with a light laugh, before she scratched her cheek. "Though I don't really feel like explaining everything, most of it is just really convoluted and not that interesting. Suffice it to say, there was this… evil bloke who was trying to kill everyone who wasn't like him, right? Well, I spent all of my youth basically fighting him. First it was indirectly, then it was straight-on. He'd used my blood to bring himself back to life, and overthrew the government. About seven years ago, I finally nailed the bastard, got him with his own killing curse."
"You have a curse that can kill people?" Rey asked, eyes wide.
"We do, but it's considered unforgivable. Instant trip to prison," Harry explained. "Anyway… so, after peace was declared, I sort of found myself adrift. I… had a lot of nightmares, and was never really able to function in a civil society. I slept with a wand under my pillow like a maniac and nearly cursed my own girlfriend at least twice, and… I always kept thinking about my godfather, and how he'd died. He fell through something called the Veil of Death when I was fifteen– that's how I got here."
"Death? You walked into something called the Veil of Death?" Rey asked incredulously, earning a frown from Harry.
"I didn't have much to live for," Harry admitted, grimacing as she rubbed her neck. "Couldn't visit my godson due to my PTSD, lost my girlfriend, didn't finish school, the only job anybody seemed interested in having me to do was be a dark wizard hunter and I had no interest in that… so I decided either I'd die and rejoin my family, or I'd end up where-ever Sirius ended up, and we could be together again. He was probably the only one who understood me, and he was locked up for twelve years."
Harry sighed.
"Ultimately, I didn't go into it blindly," she explained. "My best friend Hermione loaded me up with more than enough gear to last in a hostile environment for… bloody well years, honestly. She thought my chances were rather high if I was smart about it. I've got a full kitchen, as you can see, but also a place to sleep, medical equipment, an entire library's worth of books, and a bunch of other kit that's bloody well useful."
"You could take on the galaxy single-handed then," Rey said, amusement in her voice.
"I reckon I might, but I'd really just rather not," Harry explained. "My primary goals are to find Sirius. Anything about him. If he's alive, dead– doesn't matter. Honestly, outside of that… I'm just here to explore, I suppose. Here, I won't be so bloody preoccupied with all the demons of my past."
Harry sighed and rubbed her eyes. "So, Rey, how'd you end up here? All the way out in the middle of the desert by your lonesome?"
"I was abandoned here by my parents when I was young. They sold me as a labourer to Unkar for drinking money," Rey said, crossing her arms.
"They sold you?" Harry asked, aghast. "That's awful. Do you even want to stay on this stupid planet?"
"No," Rey said. "I've always dreamed of flying off into the stars, but… I haven't got the money, resources or ship. Unkar keeps all his ships and he watches them like a hawk."
"Rey," Harry said, suddenly serious. "We'll get off this planet and go find your parents, and Sirius. I promise you."
Rey brightened up some, and went to reply, before one of the alarm panels on the wall started blaring.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I didn't go out to the Graveyard today," Rey muttered, as she tapped a few buttons on the panel and the access hatch that her and Harry had entered the walker through closed and sealed, before the sound of hissing oxygen from somewhere filled the room.
"Sandstorm," Rey explained. "We may be stuck here for a few days until it clears. They don't happen often, but they're a menace when they do."
"It's alright, I've got something that you might like. Comfortable, even," Harry said with a grin, before she dug through her backpack again and lifted out a compact box made of darkened wood.
"What is that?" Rey asked, eyebrows raised.
"My trunk," Harry explained, popping the lid open. Rey was going to say something but she stopped as she watched Harry step into it, disappearing down to her knees.
"What- how-" Rey stammered out.
"Oh, just come and look," Harry explained with a wink as she descended through the opening and disappeared from sight. Rey sighed, shaking her head, but followed suit. Stepping into the trunk, she noticed a ladder. Grabbing the rungs, she began to slowly descend. After a moment, the light from above disappeared, and after a few more rungs, she found herself at the bottom. Turning around and walking through a small corridor towards an arch, she gasped in shock.
It was a rather spacious room with a high, vaulted ceiling like she'd seen in the holos of the old Galactic Senate. It was comfortable, and there was some kind of hard floor underneath her. It was impossible for this to exist entirely within that small trunk. So many things she didn't even recognize!
"Harry, what is all this? How…?" Rey asked, glancing at the other woman who was standing at a counter pouring herself something from a glass bottle.
"Well, this is my little Sanctuary," Harry said with a glad gesture before downing what was in the small glass container in her hands. With a casual wave, the glass returned to the counter and she put her hands on her hips. "I'll show you around. Where I just was, that's the bar. It's where I keep my liquor safe and secure."
She gestured at a staircase. "Upstairs there's a bathroom and my bedroom,"
She pointed at another door. "That door over there is my library. It's got quite a collection, thanks to Hermione's tireless considerations. And the sitting room is right over here, where I listen to music from time to time on my Zune."
"What's an Zune?" Rey asked. "Is that some technology you've got in your universe?"
"Yeah," Harry said with a nod, before flexing her hand and a small rectangle popped into it. "Thanks to some magical augmentation and a little trickery on Hermione and I's part, it has basically the entirety of music ever made in human history as an entity on it. Well, at least what was made before I went through the Veil. I'm sure music will go on and keep evolving and all that jazz."
Harry offered the small rectangular, orange device to Rey, who graciously accepted it and poked at it a bit. "This is fascinating. It's so simple!"
"I'm sure since you can go into space and all that sort of thing, this is basically primitive nonsense to you, but it's awesome," Harry said with a grin, before handing a pair of earphones over to Rey. "Go ahead, give it a shot."
Rey blinked and figured out how to plug in the headphones and messed with the Zune some more, figuring out just how to navigate the user environment. After randomly selecting a song, she listened to it for a few seconds before wincing and pulling an earbud out. "I've never heard music like this before."
Harry blinked and looked at what song she'd randomly picked. "Oh, Helena. That's one of the newer songs on there. Yeah, that's, ah, rather angsty music. It's a bit… intense, you know?"
"It's not bad, but…"
"Here, hang on," Harry murmured, taking the device and running her finger along the scroll wheel for a couple seconds and pressing play. The sad, emotional song was suddenly replaced with something that had a little more of a uplifting rhythm to it.
"Oh, I like that," Rey said, nodding her head along. "What is this?"
"Lady Marmalade," Harry said, grinning ear to ear. "Earth Music has a lot of range to it, so there's music for basically every mood."
Rey and Harry spent a few minutes looking through the vast catalog of Earth's music, before Harry took back the Zune and disappeared it once more.
"While we wait out that bloody sandstorm… oh that reminds me, let me get my kitchen supplies," Harry said, snapping her fingers and with a wave of her hands, all the multi-colored rocks from before appeared in Harry's hands, and with another wave of her hands, it popped out of existence.
"What if you want to eat while you're in here?" Rey asked, curiously.
"Second kitchen. No sense in bringing out the sanctuary if it's not needed," Harry explained, waving her hands. "Also, if we're in the middle of some place where it isn't safe and we just need to quickly make food for people? Portable kitchen."
"That's sensible," Rey admitted. "So, now what?"
"Take a seat and enjoy yourself. Go help yourself to the library, if you'd like. It's all up to you, Rey. I'm actually going to crash out for awhile. I'm dead exhausted. I think I've been up for like, sixteen hours now, so…"
Rey bowed her head as Harry turned on her heels and went up the stairs, disappearing from sight.
…
Harry took stock of her life as she fell face-first into the comfortable ruby-and-gold sheets. Sirius hadn't been there when she'd accidentally summoned the spirits of her loved ones before she walked to her death against Dickface. Hermione had estimated that the Veil was actually a portal to somewhere, but she hadn't been able to truly identify where.
Now, here she was on a hostile desert world, already having pissed off a bunch of people, and she'd picked up a stray. Rey, her name was. She was cute at least, but it was baggage that she'd have to carry around now. Rubbing her eyes irritably, she decided she'd shove off to take a shower first before coming up with some plan, or strategy.
Stepping into the small bathroom, she sighed and turned towards the mirror and froze.
"What the hell?" Harry asked, leaning forward to look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were one of her most defining physical traits. Every time she went out and spoke to someone who had been around during her parents' lifetime liked to say that she had her mother's eyes. Glittering emerald green that spoke volumes about blah-blah-blah. Useless bullshit. So, Harry was quite surprised to find that her eyes were now an almost… electric orange. The colour of fiendfyre, or dragonsflame.
Raising an eyebrow, she rubbed her eyes and looked at herself again.
No change. They were still that incredibly odd colour.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll just put that on the list of things to sort out. Why are my fucking eyes orange?"
She opened her eyes again and turned away from her reflection. Turning on her shower and taking her clothes off, she stepped into the warm spray and mused about it.
"If Ron were here, he'd probably wager it has to do with Potter luck," she half-muttered. "while Hermione would probably say something along the lines of 'oh there must be a logical explanation' and go into some twenty minute rant about the specific arithmantic properties of transversal magic, and how that can have a side-effect on such an important window to the soul, or some utter shite like that."
Putting aside the thought of Ron and Hermione for a moment, Harry finished doing what she was supposed to be doing in the shower, and quickly threw on a jumper and some jeans and padded downstairs to see what Rey was up to. She hoped that the… desert world girl wasn't having too much trouble with some of the things in the Sanctuary.
It took Harry a few minutes of searching, but she came across Rey in the midst of the mundane greenhouse. Neville had helped her rekindle an appreciation for gardening, and this was sort of the end result, a therapeutic place to walk through when her hellbrain came screaming back from the void. From her wide eyes and awed expression, it was probably the most greenery Rey had seen in her life.
"This is so fantastic," Rey breathed. "Is this what your planet is like? Green?"
"It's diverse," Harry explained with a smile. "There are some parts of our planet that look just like Jakku. Nothing but the sand and sun for hundreds of miles… and then there are parts that are covered in green, rolling hills and tall trees."
"That sounds fantastic. I've always dreamed of going some with trees and grass," she said wistfully.
"You'll get your chance, Rey, I told you we're not sticking around here if we can help it," Harry said, slightly amused. "Then we can both discover what this galaxy's all about."
"I know, it's just… rather surreal. You just come out of nowhere and sweep me off my feet," Rey said wistfully. "Do you do that often to people?"
"I've been told I have this saving people complex," Harry muttered, rolling her eyes. "I just know what it's like to be unwanted and have people be unkind to me, so I sort of go out of my way to help people when and where I can. You seem like you hate it here, squeaking out a meaningless existence among the scrap, and I'm not exactly hurting for resources. Taking you with me costs nothing."
"So," Harry said, gently nudging her towards one of the chairs she'd set up to relax in. "Why don't you tell me a bit more about this crazy galaxy?"
