Harry Potter/Star Wars Crossover. Fem Harry (Eleanor). Soulmates AU. Non Canon Universe. Tom Riddle never became Voldemort and is totally irrelevant to the story. Eleanor is a normal Ravenclaw. Lily and James are alive. Eleanor has a little brother - Ignotus - in Gryffindor.
It was one of these nights. Eleanor sat up in her bed and brushed her damp, sweaty black hair out of her face while calming down her breathing.
She had dreamed of him again. The strange boy-man she did but didn't know. He had been trapped in a large trash container with a beuatiful princess and a handsome rogue while fleeing from cloned soldiers. There had also been that strange walking and talking carpet again. And the droids.
Someone had been killed by a - was it called lightsaber? Then there was the man in black. With the cape and the mask and the very strange voice.
They had been flying this strange spaceship. Something the muggles used for movies only, those movies with the aliens. Flying through space was impossible - the muggles never managed and the magical people weren't the least bit interested in it.
Eleanor rose out if her bed in the Ravenclaw tower - a tower she would stay in for only one more week, seeing that she had finished her NEWTs only days ago.
Softly, she massaged her temples and sat down on the window sill overlooking the vast grounds of the beautiful castle. As a child she had always believed her imagination to be very creative and had put off those dreams as unimportant. But they returned every few weeks and she always saw the most bizarre of things. Flying shuttles instead of cars. Aliens of all kind. Strange music. Sand. So much sand. Two suns in one sky. And a boy with sandy blonde hair growing up with his uncle and aunt. He was a very talented flyer and a very knowledgeable mechanic.
Through him she had learned how those shuttles, spaceships, computer and the droids worked. She saw the drawings, their blueprints and - in boring lessons - sketched them on her parchments. And whenever there was a spaceship near his uncles house that he was to repair, he took her with him and showed her, patiently, how to connect the wires to the many different pieces and components. She even understood binary, because the boy understood it and taught it to her together with all the other languages he could talk.
Her parents, whom she had told about it, still thought her to be very creative and advised her to become a writer or painter. They did not take it - her - very serious. Only her godfather believed in her dreams. He told her that she may be dreaming of the man that had been destined for her. Her soulmate. Something that - nowadays - happened very rarely. She doubted it at the beginning - seeing that she dreamt of many very futuristic things but her godfather convinced her otherwise.
'It is not unheard of that you are destined for a soul that is not yet born. Normally it will only be a few years or decades. But I believe that your soulmate will be born in a future that is still far far away. Maybe some hundred or thousand years will have to pass.'
'But if it is as you said, I will be long dead before he is even born. And, if I understood it correctly, he will not even be born on earth but on Polis Massa, a star system far away from here. He will probably never come to earth because he lives on Tatooine and we are so far in the Outer Rim and so unimportant. And if he does come here, he will only find a cold stone with my name engraved in it.'
'Oh Eleanor. The goods will be kind to you. I promise! They have gifted you with a rare soulbond and they will take care of you!'
'I wish and hope that you are right, Siri.' He hugged her then and placed a kiss on top of her hair.
'You know that I am! And if you go missing one day, I wont't panic because I will know where you are!'
Sighing, she summoned a piece of parchment and her quill - composing a letter to her godfather. Telling him of her dream and the pain her soulmate had felt. After finishing it, Eleanor prepared for the day and left to find Hedwig - her trusted companion.
Far away in the future that wouldn't be for some hundred years, a sandy haired young man shot up in his bunk bed. His head filled with dreams of a sad girl with soulful emerald eyes and long, wavy black hair. A girl, he had seen grow up in his dreams. A girl, who could do what those old legends about Jedis talked about. And more. A strong girl, whom he taught about ships and droids. With whom he traded languages. She seemed to live in a long forgotten, ancient time where cars still existed and books were read. Where computer were just developing. Where humans hadn't expanded into space yet.
Luke hadn't told anyone about her. Not his uncle or aunt. Not Obi Wan or his new friends. Only R2 knew. Because he had watched him when others wouldn't. R2 who knew about the strange, far off planet in the Outer Rim called earth. A planet that was no longer inhabited because the humans who had lived there, had died in some gruesome magical war. Those who had survived had fled into space and hid, the magical people slowly becoming what had been known as the Jedi Order later on. They had restricted their powers to do good. But some never forgot the darker arts and thus the Sith began. But what R2 had told him, taught him that the true origin and powers of the Force - the magic of earth - had been forgotten over time. Jedi couldn't transform things anymore. Or use charms to protect or entertain. Potions fell out of use and wards, runes and all those fantastic beasts were forgotten. He knew about them because Eleanor - the girl in his dreams - had told him about them. Had shown him. Taught him.
It was strange that he dreamt of her through not only space but also time. He longed to meet her. Not only in his dreams but also in reality. But he doubted that he would. How could it be possible? A flood of beeping sounds brought him back to reality.
'I am well, R2!' whispered he and placed his hand on the droid. 'I just dreamt of her again. She is so lonely.' R2 beeped again. 'I hope you are right my friend. She would love you!'
'Are you alright, Eleanor? You seem so sad.'
'All is well, Ignotus. I am just sad that I will have to leave soon and will probably never see all of this again.' She lied. 'Hogwarts has become a second home to me.' She patted her little brothers head. 'Be happy that you will have another two years!'
'Oh I surely am!' He laughed. Someone called his name and he turned around. 'See you at dinner, Sis!' And off he was. With a sad smile, Eleanor wandered along the halls with no clear destination in her mind. After some long minutes of walking she found herself in a familiar room. A room she had discovered in her third year. A room that housed the Mirror of Erised. Sighing, she went over to the mirror and looked inside. Seeing what her heart desired. Luke. Standing in front of a swamp-like lake. Surrounded by a thick, jungle-like forest. Dagobah. A voice whispered in her head. She went closer to the mirror. Her hand nearly touching it's surface.
'Luke…' she whispered and was surprised to see him looking deeper into the water. His eyes meeting hers. He looked so sad. As if the destiny of the galaxy had been placed on his shoulders.
'Eleanor…' His voice was so close but yet so far away. And full of pain and longing.
'I wish I could be with you…!' She said. A tear escaped her eyes.
'Nothing would make me happier!' he answered. A handsome smile on his face. Slowly, Eleanor placed her hand onto the cold, smooth glass of the mirror. Luke kneeled down and touched the water's surface, rippling it. And for a moment, Eleanor felt as if the glass was rippling, too and as if she touched his warm hand.
Luke's smile widened. He saw her. And he wasn't asleep. He even could imagine that it was her hand he felt and not the water. He was so very excited that - for the moment - he forgot his father and the Empire that needed to be defeated.
She stood in a vast room made out of stone. If he could guess he would say that she was still in Hogwarts. The door in the back was open and the sun was streaming into the room. She was bathed in the soft rays of daylight and looked radiant.
Instinctively he laced their fingers and saw her gasp in surprise. He was confused for a moment before he followed her eyes which now rested upon their joined hands. He squeezed his fingers, expecting the water to flood through but instead he felt her fingers.
'I can feel you, Eleanor!' He said excitedly.
'I can feel you, too, Luke. But how is it possible?'
'I don't know. But let me try something.' He tightened his grip, got up and started to pull his hand away from the surface. She seemed to feel a tug on her hand and started walking forward. Her arm emerged from the water, followed by the uniform she was wearing. The waves became larger until the surface was so uneven that her image vanished. But at the same time a strong force pulled his hand and her arm underwater.
'Eleanor!' He cried and grabbed her arm with his free hand. Pulling strongly until her head broke through the surface and she drew in a deep breath of air. Luke kneeled down on the shore again and placed his hands around her waist, pulling her close against his own body. 'Oh Eleanor…' He whispered softly into her wet hair. Her head was resting on his shoulder.
'Luke…' Her sweet voice answered and she looked up into his eyes, her right hand touching his cheek. 'We are together at last!'
'Yes we are.' He picked her up and carried her to Master Yoda's house where she could dry her clothes infront of the fire and get something to eat. 'And no-one will pull us apart ever again!' Some feet away a very eager and happy droid beeped his welcome.
AN: I couldn't help myself here because I needed to give a certain someone a happier future. He did not deserve all the drama and the self exile after everything he had done to save the galaxy. And I felt that Harry (Eleanor) was just right for him. They dreamt of each other while growing up and became friends. They taught each other. They talked to each other quite a lot. They understand each other like no one else will ever be able to. In my mind, Luke won't die a lonely man because Eleanor will always be with him for every step along the way.