Author's Note: Harry's journey and training continues. Enjoy!

Harry flicked his padawan braid over his shoulder in annoyance. "At least you didn't have to have the sides of your hair shorn like the rest of us," Obi-Wan consoled.

"No point," he stated, turning to the blonde with a smile.

"Oh?"

"The only way it'd take would be if I had it done every morning." His companion blinked. "I once had most of my hair shorn to that length," he stated. "It grew back overnight."

"Most of it?"

"All bar the fringe," he informed.

"That is a little extreme," the Knight murmured.

Harry shrugged, and had to flick the braid back over his shoulder again with a scowl. "How did you cope with this?" he demanded.

Obi-Wan laughed softly. "By knowing everyone else with the hair for it went through the same thing," he informed with a grin. He laid a consoling hand on the younger man's arm. "It will be easier to cope with when it's longer."

He made a sound of disgust. "And I thought the hats we had to wear at school were bad," he muttered.

"Come on," he urged. "You do not want to be late."

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"And I thought Quidditch training was brutal," Harry muttered as he collapsed onto his bed. Well, the training with Wood had been at least. He shouldn't think about his old life, he told himself firmly, he had no idea when he would get back to it. Thinking about it just made it harder.

"Why are you sad?" Anakin asked from the doorway.

Harry patted the space beside with a smile, which widened when the boy immediately joined him. "I miss where I came from," he informed. "Particularly the people."

"Yeah, I found it hard to be away from my mother," he remarked as he laid down beside the brunet. "It's easier now."

"You can contact her when you're free, and you know you can see her several times a year," he replied with a smile.

"Do you miss your mother?"

"Sometimes," he replied, reaching up and stroking the boy's hair gently. "I never really knew her," he spoke softly.

"That must make it harder."

"Sometimes," he answered honestly. "My best friend's mother treated me like her own child, and my godfather was close to a father."

"You had no father too?"

"I never had the chance to know him either," he corrected gently. "But I know people that knew them. They tell me stories about them all the time."

"Does that make it harder or easier?" he asked curiously.

"A bit of both," he answered.

"Do you miss the people from your home world a lot?"

"When I think about them."

"But you're going to see them again," he stated.

"I'll join them again. If I don't, one of them will join us," he added with a grin.

"You like the idea?"

He snorted. "If you think I shake things up around here, he would be worse. Though not the worst, I know twins that are worse than you, me and Obi-Wan put together."

"Really?" He hummed an agreement. Anakin frowned. "Do you really have to go?"

Harry's expression softened. "I don't belong here, Ani," he stated. "But I think I'll be here for a while yet."

"How long?"

Harry's head tilted. "Long enough to see you grow up, I think. Whether or not we'll get company before then, I don't know."

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Harry sat beside a lake, staring into its waters. "This is a strange place to find you," Qui-Gon remarked as he settled beside his padawan.

"The school where I was taught had a lake," he murmured. "Whenever we weren't studying or training, and the weather was pleasant enough, we used to sit around it."

"It must have been a large lake, or your school did not have many students."

His head tilted. "Ten students per house," he murmured, "with seven years. Two hundred and eighty students."

"You had four houses?" The younger man nodded. "How were they determined?"

"By personality," he stated.

"And what animals were used to represent them?" Harry's eyebrows rose, amusement clear on his face. "You can tell me what they were called if you wish, but the names will mean little to me. The creatures used as their symbols I may know."

"Lion, Snake, Eagle and Badger," he listed.

"I take it Lions are fearsome?"

Harry snorted. "Brave," he corrected.

"And Snakes are cunning?"

He blinked. "Actually, yes. Cunning and/or ambitious."

"Surely eagles cannot be pilots," he remarked.

Harry snorted again. "Eagles are intelligent, and Badgers are loyal and hardworking," he stated.

"And you were a Lion," he stated.

"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asked curiously.

"The way you spoke of them," he stated. "You are certainly brave, however, you have traits from all the houses. How was your destination determined?"

Harry sighed. "I was determined not to be a Snake," he stated. He lifted a shoulder. "Since I was so adamant, I got made a Lion instead." He leant back on his hands. "Before you ask, I had had a terrible first and second meeting with a boy who became a Snake. And I had been told the most evil of my kind had been one too."

"How old were you?"

"Eleven."

"Ah. Old enough to form opinions, but not so old as to ensure they are based on fact," he murmured. "And is this boy the one who will join us if you are gone too long?"

Harry gaped. "How did you figure that out?"

"How you spoke of him," he replied with a smile.

"Wait, how do you even know about that?"

"Do you think Obi-Wan could sleep while his padawan is still awake?"

Harry grinned. "I knew I was right about the two of you," he spoke with satisfaction. "He is not your padawan anymore, therefore you have no need to remain awake while he is. Unless of course there is something else between you."

"Well reasoned," he complimented. "And correct."

"There isn't a rule against it?"

"Jedi cannot marry, except in rare instances," he informed. "It encourages possessiveness and jealousy, which can lead to the dark side. Lovers are not discouraged."

"So you can form an attachment, as long as your duty comes first?"

"Exactly," he agreed. "You understand that do you not?"

"Yes and no. I have put duty before my own life," he stated. "But when it came to those I cared for, I would run straight into danger to save them."

"But would you have done so at the cost of your duty?"

He blew out a heavy breath. "When it came down it, I didn't," he admitted grudgingly. "What about padawans getting attachments?"

"They are encouraged to experiment with other padawans, if they wish to," he remarked. "You are more curious about attachments to their masters, are you not?" Harry nodded. "It is natural for a padawan to develop feelings for their master, however, they cannot be acted upon until they have finished their apprenticeship."

"Is that because of the power the master has over them, or because of their age?"

"Both," he stated. "If both parties still retain feelings for the other, after the padawan has stepped out of the role, then they are free to enter into a relationship."

"As long as they don't break any other rules," Harry muttered. Qui-Gon nodded gravely. "Then I am even more glad that I saved you," he stated. "I saved Obi from the regret of never having shown his feelings."

"We are both thankful for it," he replied with a smile.

"It's a good thing I'm not really a Jedi," he stated with a grin. Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows. "I find his possessiveness attractive," he remarked with a wicked grin.

The Jedi let out a huff of laughter. "And are you just as possessive?"

"I can be," he murmured. "I like knowing that he's mine, and I'm his," he spoke with a shrug. "It makes us both happy to know we belong to the other."

"And would you kill for him?"

"Only if they were threatening his life, and there was no other way."

"Would you torture for him?"

"No," he replied immediately, firmly. "If I were to do that, I would be as bad as those I fought against."

"Then it appears you are one of the few who can feel possessive, and not let it seduce you toward evil."

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Harry sat cross-legged, facing Qui-Gon. He blew out a breath and began to raise the items between them into the air. Yoda bopped him on the back of the head with his walking stick. "Ow!" Harry spoke, startled, and everything fell back to the ground with a thud.

"Using the force you are not," the aged green Master spoke.

"My abilities are diff-"

"Using that as an excuse you are."

"I already know how to levitate objects," he spoke sullenly.

"But can you do it under duress?" Qui-Gon asked.

"I've never tried," he replied.

"Fail you just have," Yoda stated. Harry opened his mouth to retort. "Let go of anger you must."

"Ruddy ambushes," he muttered and closed his eyes. As his temper tried to rise, he let thoughts of Draco fill his mind. Any anger he had felt toward the blonde had long since vanished.

"Calmer you now are," Yoda stated.

"Let go of what you have been taught," Qui-Gon advised. "Forget what they told you could or could not do."

Harry kept his eyes closed and pictured the objects now not as tidily arranged between him and his Master. His head tilted as he sensed something akin to his instincts, and opened himself up to it. As one the items rose into the air, and he knew it without opening his eyes.

He peered cautiously, and grinned when everything was still levitating. "Wow," he breathed.

"Now guide all objects to the floor," Qui-Gon advised, a smile curving his lips as his apprentice immediately complied. "Again," he commanded.

"This time, open your eyes must be," Yoda stated.

Harry let out a breath, at least it was better than his Occlumency lessons.