Author's Note: Harry's training continues (I realise there hasn't been much action yet, but he needs to develop in this new world before he can start tackling more of their problems - and there was a rather big gap between Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones) Enjoy!

"Focus you must, youngling," Yoda commanded.

Harry kept his load aloft and turned to the aged Master. "I'm not a youngling," he replied.

"To me you are," he stated.

"Everyone is young to you," he pointed out. "And by your terms, I'm a padawan, even if I'm not yours." He set the large piece of machinery spinning.

"The point of this what is?"

"To show I can," he replied and set it spinning in the opposite direction. "And could again if needed."

"Waste of energy it is," he stated, pounding his stick on the floor for emphasis. "Directed an object would be, not spinning."

"Fine," he replied with a challenging expression. With a thought, he sent it to the other end of the room, back again, then sent it zipping across the room in all directions at a controlled speed. "Satisfied?"

"For now I am," he stated and Harry set it down. "Expecting you, your Master is."

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"Were you giving Master Yoda trouble?" Qui-Gon asked with amusement.

"I know you said other Masters give specialist training, but he seems to be giving me a lot lately. Is this his way of training me without being my Master?"

Qui-Gon chuckled. "Master Yoda has not taken a Padawan for years," he stated. "However, he does enjoy teaching young minds. He does so frequently around his duties."

"And he's focussed on me because?"

"Because he has taken an interest in your progress."

"And you're happy to let him?"

"As long as I feel you are progressing through the training, and he is not actively trying to usurp my position as your Master, then I have no qualms."

"Is that ever done?"

"A padawan does not change their master often. Either party can request it, if they feel the need, however, no one outside of the bond can interfere unless the council deems it necessary." Harry grinned. "What?"

"When you answer a question, you really answer it," he replied, still grinning. "Not complaining," he added hastily. "I've had teachers that would have just said 'no it does not'."

"And would that have been a satisfying answer?"

"I already said, I'm not complaining," he retorted, raising his hands in surrender. "So what's next for today?"

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Harry blinked awake and fought the urge to bolt upright – he had no desire to hit his head on the metal overhang above his bed.

"Are you all right Harry?" Qui-Gon asked, knelt on the floor in the middle of the quarters they had been assigned on the ship. He hummed an agreement. "I have told you before, it is not wise to prevaricate with a Jedi," he stated.

He sighed and slid forward on the bunk until he wasn't in danger of hitting his head on the overhang. "It's nothing to be concerned about."

"Perhaps I should be the judge of that?" he asked easily.

"Just a nightmare."

"Do you have them regularly Padawan?" he asked gently.

"Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answer?" he challenged.

"A good response," he complimented. "However, in this case, it is because I am your Master and concerned for your wellbeing."

"And it was an easy opening question," he murmured. "It's rare for me to have a good dream. No dreams are more common. But the most common is unsettling dreams or nightmares." He lifted a shoulder. "I'm used to it by now."

"Would you like to work towards erasing them?"

"Jedi mind tricks?" he asked suspiciously.

"Generally, if one is dealing with a nightmare, there is a root cause. Deal with the root cause, and one can eradicate the nightmares."

Harry sighed. "I've got nothing to lose by trying."

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"Harry?" Anakin spoke softly as he joined the older boy.

"Hm?" he responded, turning his attention to the blonde, patting the place beside him.

Anakin settled beside him. "Why don't you spend more time with the other Padawans?" he asked curiously.

"I'm content socialising with you, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon," he replied easily.

"But even if you didn't want friends, you could still spend time with some of the older padawans…"

Harry smiled. "I am not interested in companionship, and have no need for experimentation."

"You've already," he cut off and lowered his voice, "been with another?"

"Yes," he replied. "But I'm not going to tell you about it."

"Why?" he asked, head titled curiously.

"Because such things should be private," he answered. He locked gazes with the blonde. "It's been my experience, that the ones crowing the loudest about their exploits, have the least experience."

"Will you at least tell me how it works?" he asked softly.

"Luckily for you, my godfather gave me a thorough talk. Do you just want me to tell you about male/female relations?"

"I'm curious about male/male relations," he admitted softly.

Harry nodded his head sagely. "I was too," he spoke conspiratorially. "Well…"

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Qui-Gon regarded Harry solemnly from across the room. The padawan raised his eyebrows, causing his Master to smile. "Was it wise to tell Anakin such things?"

"Teenagers are always going to be curious about sex," he stated.

"Speaking from experience?" He inclined his head. "You do not think he is too young?"

Harry snorted. "My education informed me of procreation when I was ten," he stated. "Admittedly, I didn't have that conversation with my godfather until I was fifteen, but that was more the lack of opportunity and privacy, than his deliberate choice to leave it until I was older." Qui-Gon's expression turned pensive. "At least this way, if he does decide to take that step, there is less chance that he or his partner could accidentally come to harm. Where I'm from, there's a phrase; forewarned is forearmed."

"I can see the merit than it, in most cases," he replied solemnly.

"I admit, there are some cases when another phrase is better suited." His Master's eyebrows rose. "Ignorance is bliss."

Qui-Gon let out a huff of laughter. Harry's expression turned thoughtful. "What is it Harry?" he asked, voice encouraging.

He blew out a breath. "I have heard whispers that you have a Prophecy," he stated.

"We do. Are you curious as to the contents?"

"It won't kill me not to know," he replied easily. "But, if you suspect you know who it may be about, I would recommend not telling them."

"I had already come to such a conclusion," he informed. "Although, I am curious why you are of the same opinion?"

"Often, it is not until after a prophecy is fulfilled, that all of its nuances come to light," he began, feeling his way into the topic. "The knowledge, and expectations of others that come with it, is a great burden to carry."

"Especially young?"

"You have a serious unfair advantage with the Force," he murmured almost sulkily.

"Learn to harness it as you could, and you will have the same advantage," he pointed out with a smile. "I take it there was a prophecy in the world you came from?"

"Yes. I didn't discover its existence until I was fifteen, and it was nearly a year before I was told of its contents. To know that others expected me to take on the Dark Lord, the worst my kind had ever known, when I wasn't even of age yet, was worse than being famous for surviving a tragedy that all others viewed as a cause of celebration."

"They all focussed upon the vanquishing of the Dark Lord, and your survival, rather than the death of your parents," he spoke gently.

"I do not blame them for celebrating their freedom, their liberation from fear, but that does not mean I approve of them turning a baby into a legend, or preserving the destruction of my parents' house as a memorial." He ran a hand through his wild hair. "My people consider seventeen as being of age," he stated. "Although we don't graduate until eighteen."

"How old were you when you faced the Dark Lord?"

"Eleven, twelve, fourteen, fifteen and seventeen," he replied flippantly.

"Harry," he chided.

"I was being quite serious," he retorted. "I don't count age one, since I wasn't very cognitive at that age. But if you mean, how old was I when I vanquished him – and it finally stuck – then that would be seventeen. I was a few months away from my eighteenth birthday."

"No matter you have such age to your soul."

Harry's smile turned wry. "I've never really been normal, as much as I wanted to be."

"Perhaps you should realise that the only way for you to be at peace with your life, is to accept yourself without reservation. Your personality, your abilities, and your experiences. Each make up part of who you are."

Harry blew out a breath. "That could be harder for you to teach me, than it is reaching for the Force instead of my magic."

"Don't think I haven't noticed your slips."

Harry grinned. "When I don't know how to do something with the Force, I do it with my magic instead," he stated. "It's been a part of me for longer than I realised, and now I have unlimited use of it, I cannot bring myself to lock it away again."

Qui-Gon sighed. "I am not asking you to lock it away," he stated firmly. "Your magic is part of who you are, just as access to the Force is. What I am trying to help you realise, is that the Force is just as available to you, and that there are situations when reaching for it would be more advantageous to you than reaching for your magic."

"I think…that I need more of an idea what can be accomplished with the Force."