A/N: Hello Mandalore Fans! Here is a taste of what's to come. The first chapter of Ultimate Wizard: Legacy of the Force is well under way and should be ready for release sooner than later.

The concept isn't really mine, but Legacy of the Rasengan author, Tellemicus Sundance. I've done the writting, and have been bouncing ideas back and forth with him for this fic and another called Ultimate Wizard: Legacy of the Sharingan. So, Everyone, sit back and enjoy this teaser trailer for Ultimate Wizard: Legacy of the Force, as these ARE scenes that WILL EVENTUALLY be in the fic.

Ultimate Legacy FanFiction Ltd.

A Mandalorian Sundance Production

Along Time Ago, in a Galaxy Far, Far Away...

STAR WARS/HARRY POTTER

ULTIMATE WIZARD: LEGACY OF THE FORCE

Two lightsabers clash.

One of viridian hue, the other a perfect azure.

Vroom. Vroom. Crackle.

"You underestimate the power of the Darkside, Harry," said a brunette with eyes that matched her saber blade. "The Force isn't some tool you can casually use. It isn't a mere toy to be used at will."

Vroom. Clack. Vroom. Crackle. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom. Hum.

"And you, Brin, underestimate the Will of the Force," said the black haired Jedi, wearing spectacles over emerald green eyes.

"The boy is a threat to us," said a red humanoid with tentacles wearing crimson armor and speaking in his native tongue. "He must be eliminated."

Another red humanoid wearing purple robes spoke. "My lord... He is a mere Jedi... And a boy at that... He can not possibly match our power."

"He is no Jedi, Pyn," said the first one, "He is something more... He is strong with the Darkside, but equally strong in the Light. He is the one. He must be stopped."

Three teens were silently walking through the halls of Hogwarts to the Room of Requirement.

Upon entering the mysteriously vanishing/reappearing room, the blonde haired girl motioned for the black haired boy and red headed girl to sit. All of the typical Luna Lovegood was gone. She was focused, a word that would never be used to describe Luna, even by her closest friends.

Neville and Ginny momentarily looked at each other, each ready to strike down the possible imposter.

"You two are wondering why I called you right?" Luna continued when both Neville and Ginny nodded their heads. "There is a traitor within the Order."

"What is it that you want, Potter?" asked Snape bitterly.

Harry gave Snape a look that he had hoped to never see out of those eyes. Lily's eyes. Sadness, pain, hopelessness...

The boy was lost, second guessing himself.

"Is... Is it possible... To get over this pain..."

Snape regarded Potter carefully. The pain, the feelings were real. Severus Snape had been in the young man's shoes before, the night said young man's mother had died. Snape had loved Lily, and that in turn caused him to hate her son.

Harry Potter may bare more than a passing resemblance to his father, but he was his mother's son through and through. Something that merely seemed to stoke the hatred for the Jedi more and more with each passing day.

Snape then proceeded to pull out a bottle of amber liquid and two glasses, then, after pulling out the stopper, proceeded to fill both glasses.

Snape silently gestured to the glasses and Harry took on, almost downing its' contents in a single gulp. Severus refilled the glass, before taking a small gulp of his own. Potter followed suit, nursing his second drink.

"I don't know... I've never tried..."

"Young Daphne..." said Voldemort silkily. "It's only a matter of time... Not even your precious Jedi-Who-Lived can save you. You WILL break."

"Do your worst you half-blood bastard!" Daphne snapped as she spit at the Dark Lord.

"So be it... Crucio!" Voldemort hissed.

Pain. Unadulterated, unbearable, mind breaking searing pain. Daphne screamed out as Voldemort kept the curse on her.

She was panting heavily as Voldemort let off the curse.

"I will have your secrets... Your techniques, your mastery over this powerful magic you call 'The Force', the names of your comrades..." Voldemort listed off, "You are but a children playing a game of power with an outdated set of rules. Crucio!"

Daphne screamed out in pain once more.

When Voldemort stopped, the Jedi was barely conscious.

"Go... To... Hell..." Daphne managed to say, before her world once more exploded in pain.

"Kill the spare..." a voice hissed from the foggy mist. Harry's mind went into overdrive as he reacted before his mind had caught up. He launched his arm out, sending Cedric crashing to the ground. The sickly green light of the Killing Curse cut through the air where the now displaced Cedric had been.

Harry looked back where the trophy lay.

"Cedric, CATCH!" Harry shouted as he levitated the trophy into Cedric's surprised arms. As the Diggory scion vanished into a realm of spiraling colors, he watched Harry crumble as he was struck by a bright red bolt of magic.

Harry was lost in a realm of darkness and corridors. He had been wondering the halls for longer than he could remember, not knowing how much time had elapsed or even where he was.

"Hello, Harry..." said a familiar, yet sinister voice.

Harry turned around to see... Himself?

Only this "other him" was different. Unlike Harry, this one had white spiky hair, and deep crimson eyes not covered by glasses. Instead of the black robes Harry preferred, this other version wore the purist white.

"Who are you?" asked Harry.

"I am you..." said the inverse doppleganger, "I am the Darkness in your heart, the manifestation of the evil and anger you do not allow yourself to feel, augmented with the powers granted us by Voldemort's soul."

"His soul...?"

"Surely you didn't think any normal sort of creature could have survived a direct hit from an Avada Kedavra?" asked the counter Harry. "You and Voldemort are a rare breed, the only two. You were saved by sacrifice, but Voldemort... He was driven into a half life by forces much darker than I, than us."

Harry frowned. "Then now what?"

"We fight. I long for the freedom long denied me, to harness our incredible powers as they were meant to be. To utterly destroy Voldemort and enslave those beings lesser than me," the Other Harry the looked at Harry sternly, "You asked me who I am. I am you, yet not. I am the perfect sum of you and Tom Riddle, your darkness merged with his soul fragment, and I challenge you, to verify my existence and to eradicate your own."

"We have knowledge of a power that connects us to everything in the galaxy... A power that grants enlightenment and clarity and gives us a higher understanding of things." said Neville, "But even as a Jedi, I still don't understand women..."

Ginny and Luna giggled in response.

"That's because, Neville dearest..." said Ginny in a sultry tone, wrapping herself around him, pushing her breasts into his arm, taunting him, "You... Are not a woman..."

Ginny let out a small chuckle as she released Neville, who was blushing madly.

Luna ignited her violet Lightsaber, holding it defensively in front of her. Two more Lightsabers flew out from her robes. They were easily recognizable once they ignited. One was a viridian hue, the other, a deep crimson.

Luna glared at her opponents determinedly.

"I dare believe you are now outnumbered." Luna smiled as she released her own lightsaber. It continued to hum as it remained defensively activated in front of her. Clasping her hands together, Luna looked the leader of her opposition in the eye. Blue met grey for a moment before Luna's adversary was launched off her feet.

The other two Jedi ignited their weapons, and crackling could be heard as their blades met with the two extra Luna was controlling.

She didn't even blink when she heard the snap hiss signaling the activation of a third Lightsaber behind her, nor did she flinch when her own violet blade spun around behind her, clashing with the yellow blade of another Lightsaber.

The group of Jedi and Wizards stood before the ancient temple.

"Harry..." said Hermione nervously. "This temple... The feelings... It's not the Darkside... It's odd..."

"I wish Luna were here... She could see what everyone else could not..."

"Even Master Lovegood would have a hard time seeing through this..." said a brunette with grey eyes. "I'll admit I'm not as good as her, but I can feel several dark presences inside the temple. We must tread lightly."

"Can you see anything else, Astoria?" asked Harry.

"I'm afraid not, Master..." she said sadly.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." said Ron in trepidation.

"Getting scared? Prospect of facing a REAL Jedi giving you second thoughts?" asked Brin confidently.

Harry smirked in response, twirling his lightsaber lazily, but otherwise not moving. "Not really, you've already lost."

"Oh really? How... So...?" her voice trailed off as she felt something hard press against her back.

"Anxious Inquiry: Master, may I dispose of the pretentious Jedi meatbag?" asked a synthesized voice from behind her.

Brin, without moving her head, cut her eyes to try and catch a glimpse of the droid behind her.

"Statement: Though this gun was specifically designed to destroy Vampires, I have very little doubt that a wooden stake shot directly into your heart would be any less effective against a human Jedi."

Her eyes immediately returned to Harry as she heard the snap hiss of his Lightsaber activating. Her eyes widened when she saw his viridian lightsaber centimeters from her throat.