Author's Note: Harry finally opens up about his past with Qui-Gon. Enjoy!

Harry blew out a breath and sprawled on the floor. "That is an undignified pose Padawan," Qui-Gon stated.

"If you haven't seen worse than this, you've had a sheltered life, Master," he added with a cheeky grin.

"How did you cope before you came to us?" he retorted as he settled on his knees beside his padawan.

"Between my legend, and the fact that I took after my father, my teachers were accepting for the most part. Particularly since I did choose the time and place to let my mischievous side out." His head tilted. "It actually took me a few years to let it out properly."

"Oh?"

"In my early years at school, I was generally in the wrong place at the wrong time…and had teachers not take my concerns seriously."

"Did that happen often?" He nodded. "Will you tell me?" he asked softly.

With a sigh, Harry sat up, and settled cross-legged facing his Master. "There's no way to tell you, without mentioning things you likely won't have in this world."

"Indulge me."

He sighed again. "Halloween my first year, a troll was let loose in the dungeon. Admittedly, we could have told our prefect, but we were concerned that by the time he had finished escorting the rest of our House to our Dormitory, and then found a teacher, Hermione could have been dead by then." His head tilted. "Considering the troll was in the bathroom with her when we found it, our concern was well-founded. I noticed after that incident that one of our teachers had a bloody leg, and since I knew of another vicious creature that resided in the castle, I determined that he had been trying to get past the creature to what it was guarding. We told the only member of staff we were friendly with of our concerns about that member of staff, on a number of occasions, and were told to forget it. When it got to the end of the year, we were going to go to the Headmaster with all the facts we had gathered together, and were informed that he was gone by the Deputy Headmistress, and she dismissed our concerns too. We were wrong about him, but we were right about everything else, it was just a different member of staff."

He sighed. "In my second year, a monster was loose in the castle, and any individual that came across it became petrified. Alive, but locked in that state until a remedy is given. Ron's sister had been taken to the place where the creature resided, by who we thought had been opening it. Ron and I went to our Defence Professor, who we thought was going to go there and deal with the monster, with the information we had gathered, and found him packing."

"Packing?"

He nodded. "He was going to flee. So we forced him to go there with us. Anyway, I suppose that one doesn't really count. And third year, we were told by our Headmaster, that while he believed us, no one else would believe the testimony of three thirteen-year-olds."

"You dealt with the situation yourself," he stated.

He nodded. "Me, Ron and Hermione first year, me and Ron second year, Me and Hermione third year."

"How does this fit in with you facing down the Dark Lord?"

"First year, the member of staff was our Defence Professor, who was not only the Dark Lord's follower, he was also acting as host for his soul." Qui-Gon stilled. "He had a second face on the back of his head, it was disturbing. So I had to face both of them," he stated. "In second year, it was really a part of the Dark Lord's soul possessing Ron's little sister that loosed the monster, and after a tunnel cave-in, I faced him down before and after slaying his monster. Third year was only peripherally connected, through one of his servants. Fourth year, there was a tournament I was unwillingly entered in, and after the final task I was transported into a graveyard where he resurrected his body, and we had to duel. I got away, obviously. In fifth year, he tricked me into going to our Ministry, along with some of my peers that insisted on joining me, and after sending in his followers, he appeared and he and the Headmaster had a duel – not before trying to break my mind. And you know about the final battle with him in what would have been my seventh year," he finished, voice without emotion.

"Did you ever have a quiet year?" his Master asked, shaking his head.

"Before I went to Hogwarts," he stated. "For better or worse, from the moment I entered the magical world, I was the centre of attention. Some good, some bad. But at least if all the psychos were focussed on me, they weren't focussing on anyone else. Until seventh year," he murmured.

"You didn't attend?"

He shook his head. "The three of us went on our quest, instead of going back, and it was horrific for everyone that was there."

"That was not your fault."

"I know," he stated. "So much of it was my fault, but not that."

"You carry guilt for the actions of others," he stated. "Perhaps we should work on that too."

"Telling you won't really convey it," he remarked. "But…"

"But?" he prompted.

"Perhaps I can show you," he murmured. He sat up straight. "My people have a way of removing their memories and putting them into a specific basin so they can be viewed. And there are those that can dip into the minds of others and view their memories," he spoke, attempting to voice his thought process. "Maybe I could combine the two, to show you my memories, particularly since we share a Master/Padawan bond."

"I am willing to try it, if you are," he stated as he shifted so he was cross-legged facing his padawan.

"It might be easier, if I use touch as a focus," he spoke sheepishly, holding his hands out to Qui-Gon.

"However you think it best," he replied easily, placing his hands over his padawan's.

Harry closed his eyes, and using the touch as a centre, delved inside himself for the bond between him and Qui-Gon.

Harry opened his eyes as he felt the connection and found himself in a light grey, cavernous space, opposite Qui-Gon. "This wasn't what I had in mind," he murmured. "At least it's better than King's Cross."

"Now what do you propose?" Qui-Gon asked in amusement.

"I wonder," he murmured, and brought thoughts of Hogwarts to mind. Their surroundings shifted so they were stood beside the Great Lake, the Castle in the distance. "That is Hogwarts," he stated with pride.

Qui-Gon turned to study it. "An impressive place to have a school."

"First years approach the school by boat the first time, so they can get the best view." He shook his head. "That wasn't why I brought you here. You have two options," he stated. "Like one of your holovids, or immersive like my people would do."

"Whichever you choose, Padawan," he replied easily.

"If we're going to do this, we may as well do it properly," he stated. "I won't make you stick your face in it, like I had to," he stated, holding his hand to his Master. Qui-Gon took it and Harry led him to the lake. They stepped into its waters in unison.

Harry blinked awake, and sprawled sideways. "You used up too much energy," Qui-Gon chided gently, as he helped his padawan settle into a more comfortable position. "I will go and get you some food," he stated. "Once you have recovered enough to move under your own power, we will return to our Quarters," he stated. "We have much to discuss."

"Yes Master," he replied weakly.

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"What happened to you?" Obi-Wan asked in concern as Qui-Gon and Harry entered their quarters. Harry sprawled on the sofa.

"He overexerted himself," Qui-Gon stated as he settled in a chair opposite.

"I have just the solution," he stated and retreated to the kitchen. He returned within a few minutes with a steaming mug of tea. "It might not taste pleasant, but it will help."

"I'm used to that," Harry stated as he sat up, taking the drink with a grateful smile. They settled into silence as he drank. "I do feel better, thanks Obi."

"You're welcome."

"And in my defence, I didn't know it was going to sap that much energy."

"Weren't you the one to say your magic has a price?" the younger Jedi Knight retorted.

"The bigger the magic, the more energy it requires to fulfil," he acknowledged. "I just thought I would use more force than magic. I have been trying to do that."

"I know," Qui-Gon replied with an indulgent smile. "However, when you are using magical theory to bring something into being, does it not follow that you would use magic in order to accomplish it?"

"Didn't think of that. But then, given that magic and the Force can both accomplish similar feats, is it surprising?"

"You're quicker than I was at being able to argue with him," Obi-Wan sighed.

"You started out younger," Harry consoled, unable to resist a grin. "And I had practise before I came here – not that I was particularly successful at arguing with him."

"You do not see as old like him, do you?" Qui-Gon asked in concern.

Harry snorted. "Don't worry, I view you more in the way of my godfather, a couple of decades older than me certainly, but still young yet. But now you understand my comparisons with Yoda."

"I do."

Obi-Wan blinked. "What did you do?"

"I found a way to share my memories," he stated. "Although, I had thought I would be able to filter it," he muttered. "It'll take me quite a while before I'd be able to attempt it again."

Obi-Wan laid a gentle hand over his. "I would not ask you to," he spoke firmly. "It is one thing for your Master to know so much of your past, it is quite another for a friend. Even a close one."

"You wouldn't be upset?" he asked softly.

Obi-Wan tugged him into a hug the brunet snuggled into. "Your past might be part of who you are, however, I am happy to learn it in increments. I have no desire for you to replicate the experience with me."

"That is good," Qui-Gon stated, "as it would be much more difficult for him to do so a second time." Obi-Wan turned his attention to his lover curiously. "He used our Master/Padawan bond to create the bridge between our minds. While I have no doubt he could do so without that bond-"

"It would require an even greater amount of energy to do so," Obi-Wan finished. "Do not attempt it, Harry," he ordered. "I would not like to see what state you would get yourself into by trying."

"Okay," he acquiesced. "I think I need a n-" he cut off as he fell asleep.

Obi-Wan snorted, while Qui-Gon let out a huff of laughter. "I have him," the brunet stated as he rose, easily picking up his stubborn padawan and carrying him to bed.