This one shot was written for the MAYhem challenge for the HMS Harmony Discord Server. It was originally posted on Archive of our Own on May 5th 2022.

PROMPT: Star Wars AU / Harry and Hermione meet in a galaxy far, far away.

BONUS: Jedi!Harry, Jedi!Hermione, Inquisitor!Voldemort


Hermione Granger was not a normal Jedi Knight.

For once, Hermione was not trained during the height of the Jedi Order. In fact, her training took place in exile after the Jedi were declared outlaws by the Galactic Empire, which reigned over the galaxy with an iron fist.

Second, Hermione hated using her lightsaber. It wasn't that she disliked lightsabers in general. Rather, she did not like to fight. Her master had once described her as the anti-padawan. Someone who had no issue reading any material assigned to her but protested whenever she was told to practice her lightsaber forms. It was the opposite to what all her master's previous padawans had wanted. Less theory, more practice.

Third, Hermione did not live by the current Jedi Code. After the fall of the Order, her master became disillusioned with the modern Order and decided to live by its old principles from a thousand years before. Thus, when it came time to train young Hermione, he taught her the way of the old Jedi. Unlike every other Jedi in the galaxy, Hermione was not taught to fear her emotions and attachements.

Finally, her master knighted her when she was only sixteen-year-old, a lot younger than any typical Jedi. Even Anakin Skywalker, the Order's Chosen One, wasn't knighted until he was older.

Hermione's master did not care about her age. When he realized he no longer had anything to teach her, he knighted her, gave her a small ship and told her to travel around the galaxy and answer the wishes of the Force like they had done together for so long. And Hermione, not one to go against the orders of her master, accepted and took off, never to see him again.

The life as a Jedi Knight in the age of the Galactic Empire was not an easy one. Many times, Hermione ended-up toying with Stormtroopers who somehow recognized her as a Jedi and attacked her. They were easily dispatched, of course, but it always meant she had to take off and leave the planet before reinforcements arrived.

For the following two years, Hermione did as her master wished and let the Force guide her travels across the galaxy. More than once, she came at the help of its citizens, defended them against the tyrannical Empire or gave them her guidance when asked for it. It was a simple life but one Hermione was used living with.

However, not for the first time, Hermione began wishing for more. While she was content with her current work, she believed she could do more help. And, even worse for her, she felt very lonely. Her and her master only communicated once every few months, leaving her in solitude for the rest of the year. It was a slightly depressing existence that Hermione wanted to change. She just didn't know how.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief as the navicomputer of her ship – named the Winter's Tale – bipped, announcing it would soon jump back to real space. It was the last day of a seven day long trip to a planet called Hondmarbra. The voyage had been, as usual, very quiet. It was to the point where Hermione had begun feeling restless. Even the hundred of books stored on her datapad were not enough to distract her from the loneliness she felt while in space. She was tempted to buy a droid just to have something to interact with.

As she rubbed her exhausted forehead, the navicomputer automatically jumped out of hyperspace, the windows of the Winter's Tale suddenly showing black space along with a beautiful purple planet in front of her. Hermione smiled. The first sight of a new planet to explore would never be something she would tire off.

After admiring Hondmarbra for a few moments, Hermione decided to scan the planet to find signs of intelligent life. After a few minutes, the ship came back with a set of coordinates leading to a city somewhere near the equator. Hermione carefully piloted her ship down to the planet. She let out a gasp when the ship approached the city, in awe of the architecture of the town. Everything around them looked like it had been built of tall crystals. Most buildings were red but a few were blue or even green. Between the tallest buildings were small bridges connecting them, allowing for citizens to walk to one or the other without having to go all the way down to the surface. And, at the centre of the city was a huge palace. Overall, the city was beautiful.

As she flew over the town, Hermione wondered why the Force guided her to the planet of Hondmarbra and this city. As far as she could tell, nothing here screamed something was wrong. If anything, the Force almost seemed happy for her – as strange as it sounded. Still, she shrugged it off, knowing the Force wouldn't have brought her here without a purpose.

The Winter's Tale was directed by Air Control to land at a spaceport in the south of the city. Thankfully, with barely any traffic over the town, she was able to land less than fifteen minutes after arriving in the system. It was simply a question of a few more minutes to pay the fee for the landing pad and ensure nobody would come looking closer.

Now on the planet, Hermione decided to do some quick meditation to figure out her next path. After a few minutes, she put a gray cloak on and left the ship, moving north toward the centre of the city.

As she explored the strange and beautiful crystalline city, Hermione noted everything she could about the local culture in her datapad. More than once, she stopped to talk to a few natives to learn more about the origin of the civilization on the planet.

She was deep in thought when she walked in front of a small alleyway. Suddenly, without being warned by the Force, Hermione was grabbed around the waist and pulled forcefully in the alley by someone covered in a black hooded cloak. "Hey! What are you doing!" she yelled before a hand was put over her mouth.

"Shush." said a man's voice quietly as they slipped in the shadows of the alley. "I'm trying to protect you." Hermione tried to say something but all the man said was to keep quiet and listen. Then, she heard them.

"He said the Jedi was here?" came the modulated voice of a stormtrooper as three of them walked in front of the alley. Hermione's eyes widened in shock, knowing they must be addressing her.

"Yes." answered another. "Apparently, she's been questioning a few of the locals."

"How does he know that, though? He didn't even leave the palace."

"I don't know." sighed the third one. "Probably something about his freaky powers."

The voices of the stormtroopers turned quiet as they walked out of hearing distance. Only then did the man release her. Hermione almost reached for her lightsaber then and there but decided to give him a chance to explain himself. Thus, she turned around to face him.

"I know you have questions – but not now." the man said before Hermione could utter a word. "Cover your robes with your cloak and put your hood on. Then, follow me." he said before turning heels and walking further in the alleyway.

For a moment, Hermione entertained the idea of not following him. However, she knew it would be rude not to after he hid her from the stormtroopers. What cemented her decision was the fact the Force seemed to push her in his direction, telling her to trust him. It was almost like he was the reason it guided her to this planet in the first place. Thus, without a word, she did what he asked of her. She closed her brown cloak to hide her beige Jedi robes and put the hood on to hide her face.

The walk to their destination took quite some time. More than once, the man led them to hide in shadows as patrols of soldiers moved by. Hermione was amazed to find he could detect the presences of stormtroopers before she could even hear or see them. She would suspect he was Force-Sensitive like her if it wasn't for the fact she couldn't detect his Force presence at all.

Eventually, they reached a small purple building. The man passed a small card in front of the door, letting it open. He let her in first before following second. He pressed a button on the wall and the door shut itself. At the same time, lights flickered on, lighting up a small, cozy looking apartment.

"We're safe here." the man said, making her let out a small sigh of relief.

"Who are you, where are we and why did you drag me in that alley?" she said, quickly asking the questions she had in mind since their first interaction.

"It's the place I'm squatting while I'm on this planet." he answered, walking toward a room. Hermione followed him inside, finding the parlour where two couches could be found. "As for why I protected you, you had stormtroopers after you in case you forgot. If it wasn't for my help, you would be dead by the time you tried to leave the system."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. Despite the lack of arrogance in his words, she could not help but take them as a rub against her pride. "It's not my first time encountering stormtroopers." she said coolly. "I can take care of them."

"But can you defeat an Imperial Inquisitor?" he asked her. Her eyes widened in shock.

"There's one here?!" she exclaimed. The man nodded.

"He's the one the stormtroopers were talking about. He detected your Force presence the moment you entered the system and sent his soldiers to capture you. Should they fail, he would get to you himself before you reached your ship. Speaking of which, there are high chances the ship is already blown to pieces to ensure you don't escape."

"My ship?!" she exclaimed, distressed. "It's the only thing I have! It can't be gone! I need it to leave the system!"

"Stop!" the man said sternly, shutting her up. "There's nothing you can do about it so control your emotions."

For a moment, Hermione couldn't help but feel chastised, like when she was a padawan working for her Master. Just like the cloaked man, he would often tell her to control her emotions when she became distressed. So, she did just that. She sat down on a couch, closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, clearing her mind.

"Better?" he asked her.

"Yes." she answered before turning her eyes to him. "You didn't answer one of my questions, though. Who are you?" As an answer, the man simply brought a hand to his neck and unfastened his cloak, letting it fall on the ground.

Hermione was shocked to see someone familiar no older than her stare back with a small smirk. The first characteristic she noticed about him were his brilliant green eyes, followed by his chiselled jaw and the messy black hair covered by his black cap. He looked quite handsome, if she had to admit. However, what shocked her the most was to see what the man was wearing under his cloak. A black uniform of the Imperial Navy.

"You're an Imperial!" she exclaimed, her hand slowly reaching for her lightsaber. She felt strangely betrayed by that revelation, not having expected her rescuer to be working for the enemy.

"Not quite." he said, his voice sounding amused. He then extended a hand toward her for her to shake. "My name is Harry and I'm a spy for the Rebel Alliance." he said.

Hermione looked at him in surprise. He was a Rebel? That she hadn't expected. Slowly, her hand reached his and she shook it. "Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"I thought it might be the case." he said. "I couldn't help but find your face familiar."

"Wait – you know me?"

"You mean you don't remember?" Harry chuckled.

"Remember what?"

"We met when we were children." he said. "We even spent about a month in each other's company. We were on the planet Jedha with our Masters to get our Kyber Crystals."

Hermione suddenly remembered. It took place around ten years ago when she was eight. Her master had decided it was time for her to build her first lightsaber. Since it was too risky to go to Ilum, he instead decided to bring her to the less known planet of Jedha to find her crystal. While they were exploring the caves under the city, they encountered a beautiful young woman with red hair and brilliant green eyes. She was accompanied with her son and padawan whose eyes were identical. He was a year younger than her but, despite this, both became fast friends. They stayed on Jedha for a month before both duos departed their own ways. As she grew up, Hermione stopped thinking about the friend she made on Jedha but she never truly forgot him.

"Harry Potter..." she whispered in realization. "You're the son of Master Lily Evans!"

"Yep!" he said with a grin that made her stomach tingly. "It is a strange coincidence to meet you again, I'll admit, but not one I'm against. But, I'm curious. What are you doing on this planet, Hermione?"

Hermione shrugged. "The Force guided me here." she simply said. "I didn't have an objective in mind other than to answer the Force's call."

Harry hummed. "I see." he said, rubbing his chin. "Well, like I said earlier, your presence didn't go without notice. You will have to stay hidden to let things cool down before adventuring again."

"How did they detect me, though? You said my presence was felt the moment I entered the system. Does that mean they can still track me? I don't want to lead them here! It could blow your cover as a spy!"

"Hermione, calm down for a moment, please?" Harry pleaded. Hermione took another few deep breaths. "Now, what I said about your presence is true. I felt it the moment you came out of hyperspace and I have no doubt the Inquisitor did as well."

"Then they will find me. I can't stay here." she said, making to stand up. But Harry put a gentle hand on her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"They won't find you here." he said confidently.

"But how?"

"Search your feelings, you will know the answer." is all he told her. Hermione was tempted to ask for a more concrete answer. But, instead, she did what he asked. Like when she calmed herself down, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She extended all her senses and searched through the Force for the answer. Then, she felt it. There was a presence surrounding her. It was faint and barely noticeable, but it was there. It surrounded her own presence – making her feel like someone was hugging her. The presence was warm and very comfortable. For the first time in years, Hermione felt completely safe.

"You're hiding me – protecting me." she eventually said with awe, opening her eyes again. The presence was his'. Not only was he hiding himself, but he was hiding her as well. As long as she stayed around him, nobody would detect her through the Force.

"I am." he said with a small smile. "You'll have to learn how to hide your own presence eventually but, for the time being, I'm powerful enough to hide the both of us."

"Thank you." Hermione said gratefully. She no longer had any doubt that if it wasn't for her friend of old, she would likely never have a time of peace while on this planet. She would have been tracked until she was either captured or killed. But Harry Potter protected her, hid her and gave her a place to live.

"You're welcome." he said before standing up. "Now, are you hungry? I am to the point where I could eat a rancor."

Hermione let out a small chuckle. "Yes, I'm starting to be. Why?"

"I'll go do dinner." he told her. "You can explore this place in the meantime, if you want." he said before leaving the room.

"Do you need help?" she asked him loudly to be heard.

"No need!" he returned.

For the following fifteen minutes, Hermione explored the small apartment. She found it to be very bare bone, something she didn't found surprising as her host was a spy who might need to escape the planet at moments' notice. However, it did not mean it lacked interesting features. The furniture looked very expensive and comfortable, something she's expecting a high-ranking Imperial officer to own.

When she entered his bedroom, she found a few old-fashioned printed pictures of Harry with people she did not recognize. The majority of them were of him standing between other Imperial officers looking either professional or playful. Then, a few others were of him when he was younger with one of them displaying the young boy she befriended so long ago in the arms of a nearly identical-looking man with hazel eyes and glasses. His father, she realized with surprise. She did not find any pictures with his mother, however. She theorised the reason why was because she could be recognized by Imperials should they make their way in the apartment, something which would immediately blow his cover.

Finally, the last picture she found made her gasp in shock. At his bedside was a photo of her and Harry as children holding their completed lightsabers. Reverently, she took it, looking at every inch of the picture to never forget it. Both her and Harry looked very proud and happy. They each had an arm slung over the other's shoulders, leaning toward each other while proudly holding lightsabers for the camera to capture in details.

"Hermione?" came a voice, starling her. She turned to see Harry standing in the door-frame. He no longer was in his Imperial uniform, instead wearing grey pants and a green shirt which complimented his eyes. A smile appeared on Harry's face when he saw the picture. "I remember when we took that photo. Mum was just behind the camera, telling your master that it would be a good memento to happy moments, something we should keep to remember the good times and what the Jedi fight for. Your master didn't like it that much, feeling it could be a distraction in your studies." he told her, stepping to stand next to her.

"We look so happy." she whispered. She remembered the month in the company of the Potters as one of the best in her life. Master Evans had a way of making lessons fun and interesting while teaching them. And with Harry with her, she had spent less time on her studies and more time socializing. Her eight-year-old self found it much more interesting to play with Harry than to study, something which almost shocked her in hindsight.

"We were." Harry said. "It was the happiest moment of my life, looking back."

"It was also mine." she said.

They both looked away from the photo, instead staring in each other's eyes. Many often said the eyes were the windows to the soul. When looking through Harry's eyes, Hermione knew it was true. She saw so much light, compassion and affection for her that it made her stomach tingle. But, also a bit of darkness. Nothing threatening, but rather the echo of a tragedy long past. It made her want to hold him and comfort him, something she never thought she would do before.

As if he knew what she was thinking – or maybe that's just who he was – Harry gave her a smile. Then, he took a step back and said "I came here to tell you dinner is ready."

"Right." Hermione said, looking away from the deep emerald pools of his eyes, her cheeks pink.

Hermione followed her childhood friend and fellow Jedi to the kitchen where Harry served them two plates of the salad he made quickly made. As they ate, Hermione thought about some of the information she was told earlier and asked "You said there was an Inquisitor here. Who is he?"

Harry swallowed his bite before answering. "He's the last remaining Inquisitor in the galaxy. He hold the title of Grand Inquisitor by default because nobody else is here to challenge him." He then stood up and, with a quick "Wait here.", walked out of the room. He came back a few minutes later with a handheld holoprojector. After sitting back down at the table, he turned it on, displaying the figure of a bald man with slits for eyes and a flat nose.

"Who is he?" she asked him, noticing the subtle flash of anger across his eyes once the holographic figure appeared.

"While his correct title is that of Grand Inquisitor, he often goes by that of 'Lord Voldemort'."

"Is he a Sith? I know Darth Vader also goes by the title 'Lord'."

"He's not, though he like to think of himself as one." Harry said. "He's simply one the last surviving Inquisitor. The others were either defeated by Jedi or murdered by Vader himself."

"What's his species?" she asked, noticing how the Inquisitor didn't look human. Harry snorted bitterly.

"Believe it or not, he's entirely human." he said, leaning back in his chair.

"What? But why does he look like that?"

"Because he perverted the Force." he answered grimly.

Hermione immediately understood what he meant. Through her studies, she read more than once tales of Force-Wielders who tried to shape and control the Force to make themselves more powerful instead of letting it guide them. These people were rarely successful but, when they were, their bodies were transformed, making them look like shadows of their former selves.

"Who is he? His true self, I mean. Before he became that."

"His name was Tom Riddle. He was a Jedi Knight during the Clone Wars, once the padawan of Jedi Master Albus Dumbledore, who later became my mother's master."

"Dumbledore? I know that name..." she said.

Harry smiled fondly. "I have no doubt. He was rather well known. He was the Jedi representative to the Senate in the time of the Republic. I believe he was one of the last padawans of Master Yoda. He also taught many young children before they became padawans, which most likely include your master."

"I see." said Hermione, keeping the information in the back of his mind. "Is this Voldemort why you are here? You said you were a spy for the Rebel Alliance..."

"He's precisely why." he confirmed. "I'm the only Jedi who's fully part of the Rebel Alliance. A year ago, the High Council learned about Voldemort and they decided to send me to infiltrate his ranks. Ultimately, my mission is to kill him to ensure all the Inquisitors are gone and defeated. I've been on this planet ever since."

"Does the man not leave the system?"

"Rarely." Harry snorted. "With the majority of Jedi dead, the Inquisitors have little to no use. The only reason Voldemort was not executed like the others is because he is loyal to the Empire and because they can keep him out of the way. Should he make too much noise, it's entirely possible the Emperor or Vader might change their minds and have him executed."

Hermione stayed silent for a moment, thinking. Then, after a while, she said "Could I help you with your mission?"

"What do you mean?" Harry frowned.

"I want to help you kill the last Inquisitor." she told him, letting him clear it was not up for debate with her tone of voice. "If I'm going to be stuck here, then I want to make myself useful. The Force guided me to this planet for a reason. I feel this is the reason why. So I want to help you."

It was Harry's turn to stay silent. He simply leaned back in his seat, rubbing his chin in thought. Eventually, he said "It's going to be dangerous."

"I know." said Hermione.

Another moment of silence. Then... "How well can you handle a lightsaber?"

Hermione smiled, recognizing she had won the argument. "I don't like using my lightsaber but that doesn't mean I can't hold my own." she told him.

"Well, you might not like the following weeks, then."

"What do you mean?" she asked, frowning. Harry gave her a grin that made her shiver in dread.

"You think I'm going to let either of us go fight an Inquisitor without training with our blades to ensure we're at the best of our abilities? Of course not." he scoffed. "Next month, whenever I have free time, we'll be here training hard."

"Alright." Hermione sighed, knowing it was the best course of action to take to ensure they had the best chance at succeeding. It didn't mean she liked it, though.

"Don't sigh like that. It will be fun, trust me!" he said cheerfully, standing up from his seat.

"I hope for you it will be." she said with amusement.

Later, when the two Jedi began to tire, Harry admitted his apartment only had one bedroom. He told her to take it while he would sleep on the couch. Hermione protested, feeling bad for taking his bed but Harry's mind was set.

When she went to bed that night, she found that his bed was very comfortable, especially went she smelled Harry's faint sent on the covers. She quickly fell asleep despite not being that tired.


Harry said their lightsaber training would be fun. After a single day, Hermione knew he was wrong. It was not fun but horrible. Harry was a much better duellist than she was and it showed. With his double-bladed blue and green lightsaber, Harry had no issue defeating her before she could even land a hit. He moved so fast it was shocking.

It was a far cry from her own skills at the blade. She knew she never was the best in combat – her reluctance to use her lightsaber in a fight being a proof of that – but she never realized how lacking her skills had been. She stayed silent and focused on her training for a week but, eventually, she simply had to ask.

"How are you so good?" she whined as she sat down on a chair to rest a few minutes. Harry, who hadn't broken a sweat, only looked at her in amusement.

"My mother said I was a natural. She thought I might become one of the best duellists in recent times – maybe even surpassing Count Dooku."

"It shows." she hissed, making him laugh. "By the Force, I feel completely useless. How am I going to help kill the Inquisitor if I can't even last a minute against you?"

Harry sat down next to her. "You will be fine." he said, putting an arm around her shoulders in comfort. Hermione found herself instinctively leaning in him. "You might not realize it but you've already improved since you arrived a week ago."

"I don't see much improvement." she said.

"But you did improve. Not only can you last much longer against my attacks, but you're now able to give me a few surprises! At this rate, you will become one of the best lightsaber wielders in the galaxy in a month!"

Hermione could tell he was sincere, something she didn't understand why. Was he this blind to her shortcomings or did he have that much faith in her? Knowing him, it probably was the latter. She hoped he wouldn't come to regret putting faith in her.

"Harry?" she suddenly asked, a thought crossing her mind. Harry let out a questioning hum. "Why is your lightsaber so... unique? I've never seen one with two blades of different colours."

Harry stayed silent and, for a moment, she wondered whether or not he would answer her question. When she turned to look at him, she found him staring at his lightsaber. The colours of the blades were not the only unique traits of the lightsaber. Each side of the hilt also had separate designs, almost like they were two lightsabers wielded together.

"You probably recognize the half with the blue blade. It's the same one I built when we were children." he eventually said. Hermione's mind went back to the photograph of them she found when she first arrived. The lightsaber in the hand of the young Harry looked identical to one half of his current one. "The other... it belonged to my mother."

Belonged. He spoke in the past tense. And, from his tone of voice, it was obvious he was in emotional pain. She understood right then and there that something must have happened to his mother. "What happened?" she asked him softly, hoping he wouldn't be offended.

Harry looked on the verge of tears. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. Then, he answered her. "Then I was ten-year-old, Voldemort found out about my parents. He and his purge troopers descended on the village we lived in and slaughtered everyone. My parents told me to run, so I ran and hid in the nearby forest, making sure to hide my Force presence like my mother taught me to. When the Imperials left the planet a few hours later, I returned to my family home. I found my parents' bodies. My father was impaled and my mother got decapitated." he said emotionally, making Hermione gasp in horror. "They weren't even armed when they were killed. My mother's lightsaber and my father's blaster were still in their bedroom. But Voldemort murdered them."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Hermione said. She so wanted to comfort him, so she took him in a hug. Harry was surprised for a moment before he melted in her embrace. His head leaning on her shoulder, he continued speaking quietly in her ear.

"I took my mother's lightsaber and left, fearing somebody would come back and find me. I slipped my way in a cargo ship and escaped the planet, never to return. Years later, my original lightsaber was damaged and the only replacement parts I had were from my mum's lightsaber. I wasn't willing to make it unusable so I instead decided to put the two together to make a double-bladed lightsaber."

Harry then leaned away from her, his lightsaber still in his hand. She watched as it closed on the lightsaber. It it wasn't for the strong materials used in the building of lightsabers, she would fear he would crush it in half. With grief and anger in his voice, he said "For so long, I dreamed of destroying Voldemort, killing him like he killed my mother: without mercy. I was so tempted to give in to my dark thoughts, to become revengeful and fall to the Dark Side. But..."

"What kept you from that path?" she asked softly after a few moments of silence, knowing he was fully on the Light Side of the Force despite his current anger.

"My mother." he told her, looking back in her eyes. "I knew she would be disappointed in me if I fell. So, I didn't. Kept myself in the light, focusing on the good moments I spent with her and my dad instead of their deaths." He then let out a small chuckle. "In a way, you helped me stay away from the Dark."

"I did?" she asked, surprised.

"Whenever I felt down, I would think of the month we spent together as children, the fun I had in Jedha with you and my mother. I knew if I fell to the Dark Side, I would never experience such things ever again."

Hermione threw herself back in his arms. "I'm here, Harry." she told him as she hugged him with all of her strength. "I'll help you defeat your parents murder and I'll make sure you stay on the Light Side."

"Thanks." Harry whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

Since that discussion, Hermione focused a lot more on her training. She did not want to fail Harry and have him suffer from her death. She promised herself she would do her best to come back alive from the mission for Harry's sake.

As the weeks progressed, Hermione and Harry felt into a comfortable routine. Soon enough, Hermione realized she was much happier stranded on Hondmarbra in Harry's company than when she was exploring the galaxy all alone. He had become her closest friend and confident. Because of this, part of her feared the moment his mission would end, knowing he would return to the Alliance, leaving her all alone again. Harry had quickly taken an important part in her life and she didn't want to return to what once was.

After a month on Hondmarbra, the two Jedi had become a well-oiled machine. When they explored the city together, Harry introduced her as his wife. It was the cover story they agreed to use to explain why they were living in the same place, ensuring nobody would look twice into her. While it was a cover story, being called Harry's wife or Mrs. Potter never failed to make her face burn and her stomach do somersaults. She realized before long why she felt that way.

She, Hermione Granger, had fallen in love with Harry Potter. And how could she not? He was so kind, caring, intelligent and handsome. Everything about him was perfect! For a month, she had a taste of marital life with him and the thought of returning to her lonely life made her sick in the stomach.

But, unfortunately, all good things eventually come to an end. About a month and a half after her arrival on the planet, Harry believed she was now proficient enough with her lightsaber to give the Inquisitor a good challenge. By that point, Hermione could hold her own against Harry for nearly an hour before being defeated.

"Now, all we need is a good opportunity to strike and we'll be able to leave this planet." he said after their latest practice session. "Thankfully, I've subtly worked behind the scenes for the last month giving us such an opportunity."

"An opportunity?" she asked. She felt both relieved they would finally have a chance to end the Inquisitor and saddened that it announced the end of their partnership.

"Believe it or not, the Inquisitor is organizing a ball!" he said with an amused twitch of the lips. He then took a step toward her, extending an arm for him to take. "And I received an invitation for Mr. and Mrs. Potter. I would be highly honoured if this fair lady would agree to accompany me."

"A ball?" she repeated, shocked. The idea of dancing with Harry was very attractive to say the least. And, once more, she felt her stomach flutter at being called Mrs. Potter. She grinned. "Of course I will accompany you, my good gentleman." she told him.

Harry grinned too.


The following weekend, 'Mr. and Mrs. Potter' went to the local tailor to get appropriate clothing for the ball. Harry's ended-up wearing a black suit which was reminiscent of his Military uniform. As for Hermione, she bought a periwinkle blue ball gown which she refused to let Harry see. It was a special dress, one which looked completely ordinary on the outside. However, the skirt could easily be detached, getting it out of the way should she need to fight and run. It also allowed her to easily hide her lightsaber under it, keeping it out of view.

In the days preceding the ball, Harry and Hermione began packing everything they owned onboard Harry's own secret ship called the Marauder to ensure they could make a quick escape once the Inquisitor was dead.

The night of the ball, Harry organized for a luxurious speeder to bring them to the Inquisitor's Palace. Both she and Harry went to change in separate rooms. She heard Harry exit his first and Hermione followed half-an-hour later. The shock and, dare she say it – lust – in his eyes when he first looked at her in her dress made her feel all hot inside.

"Wow... you're beautiful, Hermione." he said in a quiet but deep voice.

"Thank you." she blushed. "You aren't so bad yourself." she said, putting a hand on his chest. The two stayed silent and, for a brief moment, Hermione was tempted to kiss him. But, in fear of his reaction, she didn't.

The moment was broken when the honk of a speeder was heard, making them both jump. "Well, our ride is here." he said, offering his arm to her. Hermione gracefully took it.

The spy couple arrived at the palace ten minutes later. Outside, stormtroopers could be found guarding the entrance as a few hundreds people stood near it, all wishing they could enter and be part of the ball.

Harry gave his hand for Hermione to take and, together, they climbed out of the speeder. Then, they made their way to the entrance, walking in between the people until they reached the stormtroopers.

"Halt!" said one of them, a datapad in hand. They stopped in front of him. "Names?" he asked.

"Officer Harry Potter with my wife Hermione." he said, introducing them both. Hermione stayed silent, letting Harry handle the situation. The stormtrooper looked at his datapad and moved out of the way, letting the couple enter the building.

After walking through a hall, they found themselves inside at the entrance of a very large and exquisite ballroom. One half of the room was filled with large round tables while the second was empty, giving people free space to dance. And, at the very end of the room was a platform on which a band was preparing their instruments.

Harry reintroduced them to one of the employees at the entrance who led them toward their table. Their table was one of the smallest ones, allowing only six people to sit around it.

"So, did you ever attend a ball such as this one?" Hermione asked Harry in curiosity. Harry shook his head.

"It's the first one I was ever invited to." he said. Then, quietly, he added "It took a lot of work to earn us an invite, seriously."

"Well, I hope I you won't come to regret your effort." she told him.

"I won't. Just being here with you is reward enough." he said truthfully, smiling at her. Hermione's heart fluttered once more, almost making her curse. Why was this man so good at making her feel things?

Harry and Hermione continued to discuss for a few minutes until another couple sat down at their table. They held a small conversation with the couple but, quickly enough, the duo returned to talking to one another, this time making sure not to mention anything about the Jedi or their mission. Eventually, the third couple sitting at their table arrived. Minutes later, the doors closed.

Hermione saw Harry turned to look at the platform at the back of the room and, suddenly, she found anger in his eyes. When she turned around, she almost let out a gasp. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was.

The Grand Inquisitor – the man who went by the name of Lord Voldemort – was standing on the podium. Despite having seen him in a hologram, nothing prepared her for the real thing. Voldemort looked very hideous – almost straight out of a nightmare. His hologram did not capture how pale his skin looked or how threatening his red eyes were.

Voldemort went to stand at the front of the platform. "Welcome everybody to the fifth annual Inquisitorius Ball of Hondmarbra!" he said. The guests all clapped their hands, Hermione and Harry joining in reluctantly. "Now, waiters will soon serve food to all tables. Afterwards, the dance floor will be open for all couples! I hope you will have as much fun tonight as I will! Enjoy the Ball!" the murderer of Harry's parents exclaimed loudly. Another round of cheers was heard and people were talking again.

In the corner of the eye, Hermione subtly watched as the Inquisitor spoke to the band. Once they were playing music, he walked off-stage and made his way out of the room.

"Well, let's enjoy this evening while we still can." Harry whispered to her. Hermione nodded.

The meal served was succulent and Hermione found herself wishing for more. Soon enough, other couples began making their way to the dance floor. Hermione wondered if Harry was going to invite her for a dance or not. Thankfully, she soon had her answer.

Harry stood up before bowing toward her. "Will this lady give me the honour of having this dance with me?" he asked with a smile.

"This one and all others." she answered with a smile of her own. She took his hand and, together, they moved toward the dance floor.

"Do you know how to dance?" Harry asked her quietly.

"My master taught me – said it would be useful to learn feet coordination."

"He was quite right." Harry said. They took each other's hands and began dancing.

For the following hour, Hermione had the time of her life dancing with her friend. She was unwilling to let him go, wanting to dance more and more. On slower songs, she found herself lying her head on his chest while slowly feeling for his heartbeat. He even gave her a kiss on top of her head, making her feel all giddy.

At one point, Harry had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, leaving Hermione alone. She used the opportunity to find something to drink. As she filled herself a cup of water, she was accosted by two older ladies.

"Ah, young love..." sighed one of them forlornly. "I remember how in love I was with my husband back then. But, even I doubt we looked at each other with so much love and emotion as you did."

"Pardon?" Hermione asked, confused.

"We saw you and your husband." said the second woman. "You're a lucky gal, let me tell you! I never saw someone so devoted to their wife as he is. I could tell he's utterly in love with you. Don't let him go, young lady. It will be the biggest mistake you could ever make."

"Oh – uh – I won't." she said, flushing awkwardly.

The two ladies did not pay her their mind any longer, instead walking away to discuss about other young men. Left all alone, Hermione thought about their words. Were they right? Did Harry really look at her with love and devotion? She knew she was in love with him but she didn't know if it was reciprocated. Harry never gave any hints he was in love with her and – if he did – then she was blind to them.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" suddenly spoke Harry behind her, startling her slightly. She turned to look at him and gave him a smile.

"I'm perfect." she said truthfully, giving him a hug. Harry chuckled.

"What is that for?" he asked.

"For being you."

"Well, I like being me. So, thank you, I guess?" he jokingly said. Hermione let out a small giggle.

A few minutes later, the couple was back enjoying themselves on the dance floor. By that point, they had all but forgotten the original reason of their visit, so taken with one another they were. Unfortunately, the Force has a way of reminding things to people when they least expect it.

"Can I have your attention everybody!" spoke Voldemort from the stage.

Harry and Hermione, who had been dancing in each other's arms, suddenly stopped at the sound of his voice. They, along with everyone else, looked to where Voldemort was standing. He no longer looked joyful. While there was happiness visible on his face, it was obvious it was nothing but a mask.

"Silence everybody!" he demanded forcefully, causing the last people speaking to shut up. "Now, I'm sure many of you are curious why I am speaking to you now. Well, as you might know, when our glorious Empire rose, the Jedi Order was outlawed. For years, I worked loyaly for the Empire, hunting down Jedi insurgents to keep the galaxy in the right order. I have been very successful in my work and eventually rose to the position of Grand Inquisitor, working directly with the Emperor and Lord Vader themselves. Our mission was successful and, as of today, less than a dozen Jedi live in our galaxy. Until now, I believed my days of hunting these scums were behind me, giving me time for a long and happy retirement. However, I realized my job was not quite down when, a month ago, a Jedi dared step foot on our planet!"

Hermione suddenly paled as fear filled her whole. Harry, who had his left arm around her waist, held her tighter. Whispers could be heard all around them. A Jedi here?

"For a month, we kept watch on this Jedi as she joined force with another one of her kind, a spy among us! The second Jedi was very good. I did not even know he was here until the first Jedi arrived. But, by the time they met, it was already too late. We knew about them both. And, tonight, we are graced with their presences! Tonight, among you are two Jedi who came here to kill me. And, tonight, I will prove why I am the last surviving Inquisitor by getting rid of them. So be ready, Harry and Hermione Potter!" Voldemort finished, looking straight at them.

Hermione's heart stopped for a brief moment. How did the man know about her and – more importantly – Harry? He said they found out about him when they met. Did that mean it was her fault his cover was blown?

She did not have time to think much more on the subject as she suddenly heard the sound of Harry's double-bladed lightsaber ignite on both ends.

"Then bring it on, Tom!" Harry hissed furiously.

At the sight of his lightsaber, the crowd surrounding them ran out of the room, eventually leaving them alone in the massive room. Hermione used the time to detach the skirt of her ball gown, revealing the black sport shorts she wore under and her own lightsaber clipped to her hip. She took it and ignited it as well, revealing her green blade.

Voldemort jumped down the platform, landing on the dance floor in front of them. "Two Jedi at once..." he said with a smile. "I will have a lot of fun tonight." He then ignited his own double-bladed lightsaber, revealing his two blood-red blades.

Immediately, Harry jumped forward, exchanging blows with the Grand Inquisitor. Hermione quickly followed, making the Inquisitor's job much harder. She became very thankful for all the time Harry spent training her as it allowed her to keep up with the two master duellists. Together, Harry and Hermione were able to hold their own and even push the Inquisitor back. Unfortunately, Hermione feared it would soon no longer be the case. Voldemort kept taunting Harry with the memories of his parents and with each taunt, the man she loved became more and more angry, losing some of his precision and finesse.

"Yes, I remember your mother, Harry Potter. The legendary Lily Evans. Did you know she was not the one I was looking for that day? You were my target. Your mother was only in the way. She needed not to die. If it wasn't for you, she would still be alive today." the man grinned.

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, angrily taking a swing at his neck in an attempt to sever it. But the Inquisitor blocked.

"Yes... use your anger, Harry. It is a powerful tool. With it, you could overthrow the Emperor and his pet Vader! Is that not what you want? To bring back the Republic?"

"I said shut up!" Harry said again.

"Or maybe you want something simpler." the man said before jumping up on the stage. Harry and Hermione went to stand next in front of it, their blades raised defensively. "Maybe, like your mother, you seek a simpler life. One of love, perhaps?" he asked before turning his red eyes toward her. Suddenly, he extended a hand in her direction and purple lightning shot off. Not expecting it, Hermione was unable to block with her lightsaber, causing her to take the full brunt of it.

Hermione screamed. She was in so much pain! All of her nerves were flaring. She felt like she was burning from the inside, her limbs jerking in all direction. It was so painful she did not even realize she was screaming until it was all over. When the Force lightning stopped, Hermione had to take a seconds to remember where she was. It was only upon hearing an angry roar, Voldemort laughing and the clashes of lightsabers that she remembered. She turned her head to look at Harry and was terrified of what she saw.

His face was full of rage. He looked more furious and angry than she had ever seen. Through the Force, she could feel him come closer and closer to the Dark Side. He was in serious danger of falling and she knew that if he did, it would be near impossible to bring him back.

Putting her mind fully to the effort, Hermione slowly pushed herself back to her feet, summoning her lightsaber back to her hand. Then, she limped toward Harry who just then disarmed the Inquisitor from his blade. It slid all the way to her feet and, to ensure he would not summon it back, Hermione grabbed it.

"Your time in this galaxy is at an end, Voldemort!" Harry hissed, bringing the tip of his lightsaber to the man's neck. Voldemort simply laughed.

"Perhaps. But my legacy will never be." he said. "Now, strike me down and complete your fall to the Dark Side."

So angry was he that Harry did not think twice about the meaning of his words. He raised his lightsaber, ready to deliver the final blow to the neck, killing him the same way he killed his mother. But, just before he brought it back down to accomplish his revenge, he heard Hermione's shout.

"Harry, no!"

Harry stopped the motion of his arm before the blade reached the Inquisitor's neck. "Hermione... he's right there. He's too dangerous to be left alive. And, I can finally avenge the death of my father... of my mother."

"I know..." she said as she reached him. She immediately brought her arms around his body, wishing for him to relax. "But it will do you no good to kill him in anger. Remember what you told me. Your mother wouldn't want you to fall to the Dark Side. Don't kill him in anger. Please. I want more happy times with you." she pleaded, letting her love for him be flow through the Force, allowing him to feel it.

Miraculously, Harry's anger suddenly vanished as his shoulders slumped. "You're right." he told her quietly, sounding a lot more calm. "My mother wouldn't want me to go down that path. And neither would you."

"No, I wouldn't. I quite like the Harry I got to know this last month. I don't want to let him go." she said truthfully, making him chuckle.

Harry extinguished his lightsaber. "Kill him, please. Even calmed down, I'm scared of falling." Hermione nodded and took her own lightsaber in her hand. She ignited it and pointed the tip to Voldemort's heart. The man stayed silent, only staring at her with his angry red eyes.

"I'm sorry that a former Jedi has to suffer this fate." she said. "This gesture bring me no pleasure. I'm only doing it to protect the galaxy. May the Force be with you, Tom Riddle." Without waiting, she stabbed him in the heart, killing him instantly.

Harry let out a small sigh of relief at the man's death. "Voldemort is finally dead, and so are the Inquisitors who die with him. The galaxy will be more peaceful now - I hope."

"It will be." Hermione said, leaning toward him.

Harry put an arm around her shoulder. "Are you ready to go?" he asked her. Hermione hummed. "Then let's bail before the stormtroopers storm this place." he said, making her giggle quietly at the pun.

Their escape of the palace was easy. In the confusion, many of the guests still stood outside waiting for a speeder to take them away from the palace. Harry and Hermione were able to use the opportunity to sneak aboard one to escape the palace. Once they were back in the city, they made their way to the spaceport where the Marauder was landed. They quickly climbed onboard and were soon flying up the atmosphere.

As Hermione observed more and more stars appear in the dark sky, she began thinking on where her relationship with Harry would go forward. The mission was now over. The Inquisitor was dead. They no longer had the need to be together anymore. What would happen to her now? Was she going to be alone again?

"What has you so deep in thoughts?" Harry asked her quietly as they jumped to hyperspace.

For a moment, Hermione wondered how she should answer. Eventually, she simply decided to tell him the truth, no matter what his reaction was.

"I don't want to leave you." she said. "Before meeting you, all I did was travel across the galaxy answering the will of the Force. It was a nice existence but a very lonely one. After spending a month with you, I really don't want to return to that existence again. I don't think I could live happily without you by my side. I..." She suddenly stopped.

"What is it, Hermione?" he asked softly, taking her hands in his.

"I love you." she admitted. "Meeting you again and spending another month with you... it was the happiest time of my life. I fell in love with you and I don't want to leave you." she told him, looking at him straight in the eyes. Her heart leapt when she saw how elated and happy he was at her words.

"I love you too, Hermione." he said with a smile. "I think I've loved you since we were children but I never realized what those feelings meant until we met again a month ago. To be frank with you, I almost kissed you more than once these past few weeks. And, I loved how people would address you as my wife, as Mrs. Potter. It feel right on so many levels, I just can't explain it."

"I know what you mean." she said with a smile of her own. And she did because it was exactly how she felt as well. Feeling emboldened by his admittance, she said "Kiss me, Harry."

Harry grinned and did just that. When their lips met in a soft kiss, Hermione felt the Force sing around them. It was very happy both of them shared their love with one another. The feeling was intoxicating – never mind that of his lips on hers. She felt Harry bring an arm around her waist before he pulled her closer to him. Hermione placed a hand behind his head and palmed the other on his chest all while never letting go of his lips. The kiss lasted quite a long time, the Force allowing them to hold their breath for much longer. However, eventually, they had to let go to breathe.

"Wow." Hermione said with a gasp. "That was some kiss."

"I hope you'll give me the opportunity to give you more of them." he told her with another grin.

"I'm sure we can come to an arrangement." Hermione told him before kissing him again.


The Marauder arrived to the Rebel base on Yavin IV a week later. For the first time in a while, Hermione found travel through hyperspace quite enjoyable. Most of her time was spent with Harry enjoying their new relationship. They spoke a lot too, getting to know each other in greater details.

Once on Yavin IV, Hermione met the Rebel High Council for the first time when Harry gave his report to them. Hermione also gave her point of view of the events at their request, along with any detail she could think of. At the end of the meeting, the High Council offered her a position in the Rebel Alliance. As she wanted to help others as she had done in the past and stay close with Harry, Hermione agreed to the offer, especially since she had nothing better to do now that her own ship was destroyed.

By the time the Battle of Yavin took place the following year, Hermione had become quite a known figure throughout the Rebellion. Where Harry lead squadrons of pilots in battle, Hermione found her niche in negotiations and relations with outside worlds. With her help, the Rebel Alliance managed to gather even more support, making her a bit famous in the Alliance. Then again, it might have been from the fact she was married Harry, Jedi Knight and one of the best pilots in the galaxy.

After the Battle of Yavin, the Potters met a young Luke Skywalker, the last padawan of legendary Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and possibly an even better pilot than Harry. Despite Luke being a year older than Hermione, the couple still trained him, teaching him all the skills they learned. Luke quickly became proficient to the lightsaber. Better than Hermione but not as good as Harry.

More than five years after meeting on Hondmarbra, the couple took part in the Battle of Endor. Harry flew in space in his X-Wing while Hermione worked with the troops on the ground to destroy the shields of the second Death Star. When it was destroyed and word came that both Vader and the Emperor were dead, Hermione rejoiced.

In the celebrations taking place after the battle, Harry and Hermione shared how relieved they were that each other were alive by making love. Nine months later, their daughter Rose was born. Almost immediately, both could tell she was very powerful in the Force.

Ten years after they reentered each other's lives, Harry and Hermione retired from their roles in the Rebel Alliance and New Republic to focus on raising their family. By that point, two more children had joined them. Hondo – their only son who was named in honour of the planet they fell in love on – and Anna, their second daughter and youngest child. After Anna's birth, Hermione told her husband that their three children were more than enough and she was unwilling to have more. Harry supported her decision, saying he was happy no matter how many children she was willing to give them.

On the tenth-year anniversary of the beginning of their relationship, Harry and Hermione made a quick visit to Hondmarbra, which had become an important spaceport for trade to the outer-rim. As they stood on a balcony of the former palace of the Grand Inquisitor, the couple reaffirmed the love they first shared so many years ago.

"I love you, Harry." she said.

"And I love you too, Hermione." he said before they shared a long, sensual kiss.

Hermione was so happy the Force had led her to Harry a decade before. She knew that, otherwise, her life would have been very boring and lonely. But it was anything but anymore. She had a loving husband and three beautiful children. She directly helped shape the galaxy into a place everyone could happily live in. She could not have asked for more.

Hermione Potter was very happy.