Author's Note: I was re-watching the Star Wars Prequels, and this is what happened. Warning, there will be implied Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, but since this story will be Harry's POV there won't be any actual smut until the end. Well, if that didn't put you off, enjoy!
"Master," Obi-Wan breathed as he went to his knees beside the fallen Quin-Gon.
"It is too late," he breathed, raising a hand to his padawan's cheek.
"No," he lamented.
"Let me," a voice spoke from beside him. He looked up to see a young man in black robes above them. He settled on his knees opposite Obi-Wan. "I can help," he insisted, blowing a lock of messy, black hair out of his vivid green eyes.
"Who are you?"
"Later. Let me help," he entreated.
"You feel strange in the force," Obi-Wan murmured.
"If you don't let me help, he'll die," he spoke bluntly.
"Please," he breathed. He might be ready to face the trials, but he wasn't ready for his Master to die yet.
He watched, fascinated, as the strange energy that swirled around the young man grew more powerful. The stranger laid his hand over Qui-Gon's wound, and the energy travelled from the young man into his Master via the touch. Obi-Wan's eyes widened as he watched the energy meld and become enveloped by his Master's own energy.
After several minutes, the young man lifted his hand and let out a tired sigh. "Are you all right?" Obi-Wan asked in concern.
"Such things have a price," he murmured, rotating his shoulders. "You will still have some healing to do," he told Qui-Gon, "but you will survive."
"How?" his master asked.
"I used my power to boost your natural healing, so what would have taken months will take weeks." He lifted a shoulder. "I cannot reawaken the dead, but those on the cusp – with fight left in them – I can pull back."
"You are not Sith," Obi-Wan stated with conviction.
"If you mean evil, then no," he replied easily. "I've been told I'm too noble for my own good. But then, that doesn't mean I don't get in trouble," he added with a marauder grin.
Obi-Wan felt an answering mischievous smile curve his lips. He got the feeling that he would have liked this stranger, even if he had not saved Master Qui-Gon from death.
"I am not sure I can survive two of you," Qui-Gon murmured with amusement.
"You better not die now," the stranger huffed. "I expect quite a few years more out of you yet," he stated, causing his Master to chuckle.
"What is your name?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Harry," he stated. "Harry Potter."