Disclaimer: Same as last chapter Sorry this one is so much shorter than the first one.

Chapter 2

Luke kept perfectly still, feigning sleep. He could feel arms wrapped around his chest and waist, holding him in place. The warmth and weight at his back told him he was being held against someone's chest. He focused, trying to remember what had happened. Had Han dragged him off somewhere and gotten him drunk enough to sleep with a stranger? That didn't feel right and then he realised, whoever was holding him was male! He could feel panic mounting and fought to stay calm. Then he remembered, the trap, being shot, the torture. Luke managed to dredge up a vague memory of an Imperial officer speaking kindly and giving him something and then everything went black. He'd let himself trust the man and he'd drugged him. Question was, where was he now? He stiffened as the arms tightened slightly before being withdrawn. He could hear and feel his bed companion sitting up behind him. A gentle, cool hand rested briefly on his forehead and he fought a flinch.

"About time you woke up Luke. Feel up to opening your eyes?" It was the voice! The one that had soothed him, made him trust and then betrayed him. And yet… Vaguely, memories swam to the surface, the voice calming him, helping him through nightmarish visions of torture. Luke stubbornly kept his eyes shut and continued to fake sleep.

"Luke I'm sorry about drugging you but it was the only way, you were in too much pain to move on your own. You're safe now in my home on Corellia. You've been very sick the last week. Your fever got high enough to do damage, I need you to open your eyes. Show me that it didn't do permanent damage. Come on kid, I don't believe it's this bad, please?" The voice sounded genuinely worried, almost frantic. Against his better judgement Luke found himself obeying the voice and his eyes fluttered open, earning a warm smile from the man leaning over him. Definitely the same man from the cell. Luke tried to swallow but his mouth and throat were completely dry. The man reached towards him and he flinched back. A look of infinite sadness crossed the mans face and he moved back slightly to give Luke a little more room.

"Just relax Luke, I swore I wouldn't hurt you and I always keep my word. I'm just going to help you sit up so you can drink some water. Okay?" Luke nodded hesitantly and the man half lifted him till he was reclining on the pillows. He eagerly drank the water that was pressed to his lips.

"Not too fast or you'll be sick. I need you to answer some basic questions, just to check your memory. Nothing invasive, promise. Can you tell me your name?" Luke hesitated but then he remembered the man using his name in the cell so it wouldn't hurt to answer.

"Luke Skywalker." His voice was rough from disuse and the torture.

"Good. How old are you?"

"Nineteen. How old are you?" That earnt a laugh.

"Older than you. Okay now focus on my finger and follow it with just your eyes." Luke did as asked.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Luke thought hard.

"You, the cell. Am I your prisoner?"

"You're my guest, you won't be up to travel for a while."

"My friends they'll think…"

"That you're dead. For the moment that can't be helped, I'm sorry."

"There has to be a way to contact them. Please!" He grabbed the man's hand.

"Luke calm down, you're still not completely well. Do you remember what I told you in the cell, about Mace?" He concentrated then nodded.

"I made a promise to him and I will keep it. You need to complete your training if you ever hope to face Vader or his Master."

"Are you a jedi?" Luke was suddenly wary, how did he escape notice on a Star Destroyer?

"No. My promise was to take you to Master Yoda, the only jedi left other than you. He'll be able to complete your training but it will take time with no distractions."

"That's why you want them to think I'm dead." He nodded.

"Mace also asked me to train you in my ways and after a lot of thought I agreed. So it's doubly important you have no distractions. Usually it takes at least seven years to learn what I'll teach you, depending on how fast you are at learning we could probably cut it to four. But that's still too long so we'll have to do our best with the time we have."

"Who are you?"

"Sorry, where are my manners? Harry Potter at your service." Harry extended his hand and Luke clasped it weakly.

"I feel so weak." Luke was disgusted with himself.

"I'm not surprised. Even with all the medication I was pumping into you a fever set in very quickly. I thought I was going to lose you for a while. If it hadn't broken when it did you would have died. Your body burned up all its reserves fighting the blasted thing, even with my help. With plenty of rest and good food you should be up to light exercise within a month."

"A month?"

"Your leg still isn't healed, although it is vastly improved. You nearly died Luke! As it is I'm surprised we're not seeing any side effects from the fever." Harry shook his head, obviously puzzled.

"What will you train me in?" His curiosity finally got the better of him.

"Everything. Fighting techniques, politics, history, infiltration, demolition, things like that. The most important thing being magic."

"Magic?" Luke was sceptical. Wasn't that what some people referred to the Force as? Harry grinned at him.

"Want a demo?" Luke nodded.

"Drop the glass on the floor." He looked at Harry like he was crazy but then did as he'd been told. The glass shattered and Luke flinched slightly at the sound. With a wave of Harry's hand the glass repaired itself and floated back to Luke's hand. He just stared at the glass and then at his host.

"How?"

"Magic. You won't be able to do anything like that for quite awhile since you're going to have to learn wandless. I started training when I was eleven and I had all the proper tools to help me which we don't have here."

"Why do want to help me?" He watched as Harry took a deep breath and seemed to be trying to decide something.

"Because you remind me a lot of myself a long time ago. My parents were killed when I was a year old and I was sent to live with my mother's sister and her family. They hated magic and treated me like their own slave. I was eleven when I learnt the truth about my parent's deaths and what I was. Like you I was the only one who could stop a great evil but in the process I lost everything and everyone I'd ever loved. I was trained to be a weapon against evil, afterwards I had nothing. I was so well trained that I didn't even think when I found a way to destroy him, even though the price was to be my life. I should have died that day, instead I woke up in an alley on Coruscant with no memory. That was nearly a four hundred years ago."

"That's impossible!"

"I thought so to. You see, one of Voldemort goals was to achieve immortality. When I destroyed him I some absorbed his magic. Individually we were the two most powerful wizards on the planet, possibly ever, our power combined… It's taken me a long time to once again gain full control over it. You have great magical potential Luke, not as strong as your force abilities but you're no slouch. I'd say you're not that far off my old Headmaster and he was considered the strongest wizard of his age, till Voldemort and me."

"I have magic and the Force?"

"Yes. Yoda will train your Force abilities and I'll train your magical ones. But for now you need to sleep."

"I'm not tired, besides I've slept an entire week!"

"You sure you're not sleepy? Don't your eyelids feel heavy? Your body is totally relaxed, no energy. That's it Luke, surrender. Sleep, no dreams, just pure sleep." Luke's could feel his body do exactly what Harry said and tried to fight it.

"What are you…" It was too hard to talk, he had no energy and his thoughts were becoming blurred.

"Sleep Luke, don't fight. Listen to my voice and sleep. Sleep and heal, nothing can hurt you, you're safe." Luke lost his fight against Harry's suggestions as his eyes drifted shut and his body completely relaxed into a deep, healing sleep.

Harry sighed as his student went limp with sleep. He'd fought the magical suggestion surprisingly well for someone with no training.

"I really need to stop knocking you out kid but you need the sleep." He brushed Luke's hair off his face without fear of waking him. He'd put him under, only he could wake him.

TBC...