A/N:This is a future scene in my Legacy of the Force Series that takes place in Episode II: Harry's Order which will cover, at the very least, 5th and 6th Years. This snippet takes place during the summer between 5th and 6th Year.

Legacy of the Force Snippet: Tomb of the Sith Lord

The team, while small, was rather high profile as teams go. There were representatives of very select Wizarding publications, as well as a few that typically wouldn't be there for the beginning of an intrepid mission into a previously unexplored tomb. Bill Weasley blushed every bit as brightly as Harry had ever seen Ron do so when he found out he was going to be on the cover of Witch Weekly as the 'Daring and Rogue Cursebreaker'. Apparantly 'his look', the fact that he had recently begun dating Fleur Delacour, Beaubaton's Champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and the fact that his two youngest siblings were two of Harry's Jedi made him, and by extension, cursebreaking 'hot'.

Harry looked at the assembled team. Seven Goblins- two Warg Riders, four Legionnaires and one Captain with a Dire Wolf mount were standing to attention, awaiting the go ahead signal. A small team of Wizards- three Cursebreakers and two Hitwizards- were also standing by. Among them were Bill Weasley, chosen not only due to his blood relations to the Jedi, but because of his own prodigious skill in his chosen field. The Hitwizards, on the other hand, were, apparantly, a world infamous duo with not so modest bounties on many civilized countries. Egypt was one of the few they were not wanted in and thus the Cairo Branch Gringotts was able to hire them without facing reprecussions from the either the local Government or the ICW.

The next part of the team consisted of his students... Only they weren't his students, not any more. All but Ron were full fledged Jedi now, some of them were well on their way to leaving Knighthood and becoming Masters. Harry contemplated each of them individually, knowing that the trials they were about to face could possibly make or break any one of them.

Ron was looking rather unsure of himself. He was the only one of the initial Jedi who hadn't reached passed the rank of Padawan- despite his near prodigy like skill with Battle Meditation. Still, like the others, he had managed to assemble his own Lightsaber, one with a hilt and blade of bright orange. While Harry couldn't understand the Jedi Wizard's obsession with the color, it suited him in a strange way.

Ron's presence on the mission was, officially, to act as a liason between the Wizards and the Jedi. Unofficially, it was because of the teen's pure stubborness. Not that Ron had requested to go on the expedition- quite the opposite actually- but because the Padawan's resiliency rivaled many within the group. Not to mention his "danger sense" was off the scale- most likely due to years of exposure to being Fred and George's second favorite pranking victim.

There was also the fact that Ron seemed to think on simpler terms than most everyone else in the Jedi Order. It wasn't anything against him or his intelligence, he just preferred to keep things as simple as possible, a trait that would sometimes give him the occasional flash of brilliance, seeing an easier solution to a problem than most of them would have even seen, let alone considered.

His eyes moved to the next one in the troupe- Luna's hand picked apprentice, Astoria Greengrass.

There were a myriad of emotions rushing through the trembling aspiring Jedi Knight whose tenure as a Padawan had been much shorter than anyone elses- though Romilda's training wasn't lagging far behind. She was included in this expedition despite her recent Knighthood due to the fact that her senses were nearly on par with Harry's- though at times she could see and sense things through the Force that even he could not- the result of training under Luna.

Looking at Astoria, he could see shades of the three most important women of his life to date. She had a way of looking through people and was very insightful as Luna had been. Yet, there was a serene clarity about her that Luna never possessed. He could also see Daphne within her. Astoria carried herself regally and confidently- yet she somehow seemed to lack the arrogance that made Daphne so unapproachable. And, in someways, he could see Ginevra- the shy and compassionate innocence that sole Sith possessed before the events of the Chamber of Secrets. His apprentice had taken over Astoria's training after Luna's death. He could see the red head's influences on the brunette in the way she walked and moved and most definitely when she fought.

Yet even in combat he could see the shadings of Luna and Daphne. Astoria possessed Luna's knack for misdirection and unusual application of Force Techniques, Daphne's cool head for tactics and her indirect fighting style and, despite her gentle nature, Ginny's killer instinct.

Then there was Hermione, the Jedi Archivist and one of the newest to reach her Masterhood.

Combat-wise, Hermione didn't bring anything new to the mission that the others didn't have covered. She was good with Force Techniques and new a good many more than most. She also had excellent control over her powers, perhaps more than even Harry or Daphne. Despite all her training and her proficiencies in using Force and Lightsaber techniques, Hermione Granger just wasn't a combat type. Still, that didn't make her role on the Expedition any less important.

Hermione's role on the team was more academic and she had been preparing for this since the summer between third and fourth year. She was capable of fluently speaking, reading and writing Gobblygook, the language of the Goblins, translating two different dialects of Ancien Egyptian Hieroglyphics and was the only member of the Jedi capable of translating Ancient Sith and that didn't count the other dead langauges she learned for Ancient Runes or the languages she learned during her parents' holidays on the continent.

It was needless to say that Hermione was also their resident linguist.

If Hermione's presence on the Jedi Team was academic, Ginevra Weasley's place was anything but. She was their heavy combat specialist as she had a higher pain tolerance and was able to deal out more damage than most. She was also brutally proficient in the art of killing and took pleasure in it whenever she got the chance- something that was becoming more and more frequent as the struggle against Voldemort continued.

Since the aftermath of the Graveyard battle and the revelation that she was a Sith and not a Jedi like the others, Ginny had become death incarnate and Harry's most loyal student. She was also much more than that- as she was his apprentice, his servent and, on occasion since Luna's death, his lover.

Despite the fact that she'd achieved her Mastery before most of the others, she was the only one of Harry's intial students without a seat on the Order Council- mostly due to the fact that she saw herself as Harry's to use as he pleased. He hated to think of her as his instrument of death and destruction, but that's how she often saw herself as. She would and could do the things that needed to be done, the nastier, grittier and less morally justified jobs that most, if not all of Harry's Jedi were incapable of.

She didn't possess their limits. She didn't possess ANY limits andHarry had a nagging feeling that he would need to make use of her inner darkness if they were to survive this endeavor.

The fifth and final member of the Jedi team of the Expedition (Harry excluded), was Hannah Abbott.

Much like Hermione, she didn't bring much offensively to the mission. Then again, with seven Goblin Warriors, two infamous Hitwizards, Harry, Ginny, the escorts Dumbledore forced upon them, and Ron's prodigious skill in Battle Meditaion, there wasn't a critical need for yet another Jedi combat specialist. Of course Hannah's role on the team was more practical than Hermione's as the former's skill with healing was nearly second to none. Madame Pomphrey could be often be heard prasing Hannah for her seemingly inherent abilities- both as a Witch and a Jedi.

Hannah's role in their group, much like Hermione's and Ron's, would be to mainly support the main group using whatever Force Powers were under her command and heal if need be. Much like Ginny and Astoria's skill sets, Harry had a feeling that Hannah's would be critical for the expedition into the dark unknown of the Sith tomb, the one he believed belonged to Revan.

The final part of the expeditionary force consisted of the escorts Dumbledore had forced upon them. Harry would have preferred to have more Jedi or even Goblins (as trecherous as they could be) to accompany them, but he had to shorten both lists to accommodate the members of the Order of the Phoenix that Dumbledore insisted be included. After much debate, it was agreed upon that the newly exonerated Sirius Black, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones and (much to Harry's displeasure) Severus Snape- so he could expect that some of what they discovered, or at least information on it, would be going back to Voldemort in some form or another.

Over all, it would be Moody, Harry, and Goblin Captain Mackrack who were in charge of the mission. The reasons for this was because no self respecting Goblin would submit to a human and the wizards unfamiliar with Harry and his roll in the eraly stages of the war would be hesitant to follow someone who had just barely taken their owls. Likewise, Harry's Jedi were the foremost experts on the Sith and thus both the Gringotts Banking Alliance and the Order of the Phoenix both had to concede to Harry the logic that the Jedi had to be included to not only prevent losses, but also so that the expeditionary team would have a higher success at salvaging something truly useful from within the tomb. Then there was also the fact that it appeared that only a people who used magic in the way the Jedi and Sith did that they would actually be able to get passed the main antechamber due to a massive obsidian door that was nigh impenetrable.

Harry observed everyone making their final preparations and saying their good byes. He saw Hannah hug Susan tightly and peck Justin on the cheek with a brief kiss. He watched as Hermione and Astoria were discussing something or another with Tracey and Cho. Neville was conversing with his Gran and the Diggories and Molly Weasley was attempting to fuss over her three adventuring children. 'Attempting' on the account that Bill was locked in a rather passionate good-bye kiss with Fleur, much to the jealousy of the other cursebreakers and Ginevra refused to be coddled in any sort of manner. Harry smiled a bit at the latter part of the scene as he forced down the jealousy that reared its' ugly head at the former.

While it was refreshing to see that no matter how dangerous and unstable her daughter may have become, no matter the amount of bloodlust Ginevra reveled in, it seemed as if, to Molly Weasley, Ginevra would still be that innocent eleven year old girl who had never even heard of the Chamber of Secrets, let alone having maimed or killed several Death Eaters and various Dark Creatures in the servitude of Voldemort. However, seeing Bill and Fleur locked in their embrace, Harry was strongly reminded of what he didn't have any longer.

Even after two months, he was still not over Luna's death.

He shook himself out of his reverie as he watched Remus, Sirius and Tonks share a rather awkward good-bye. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it appeared that there was some sort of tension between Remus and Tonks. He wasn't sure what that was about, but he was glad now that Remus was staying behind- so he wouldn't have to worry as much about one or the both of them getting distracted while they entered the catacombs of the Sith Tomb.

There were other, similar scenes playing out through out the small encampment. The Cursebreakers, now joined by Bill, and the Hitwizards were each doing final checks on their gear, Moody was discussing various tactical scenarios with Mackrack and most of the rest of the others were finishing their goodbyes. It seemed to Harry that, other than himself, the only other person who seemed rather detached from the entire spectacle (not including the Goblin soldiers who were standing to attention) was Severus Snape.

Harry frowned whenever he thought of the maliciously bitter Potion's master now-a-days.

He wasn't sure what had happened, but there was something that passed between the two men that night after Luna died when they spent the entire night in Snape's office drinking. For some unexplainable reason, the Force, further urged on by the whisperings of Hogwarts, urged him to seek out his least favorite professor. Not but a few sentences passed between the two men, yet there was a feeling that more was said to one another that night than in the previous five years combined.

It didn't make them friends or even more amicable towards one another, it didn't make either of them like the other any more than they already did, but there was an aura of understanding, a truce of sorts, not that anyone could tell by looking at them or watching the two adversaries interact with each other.

Still, for reasons unexplained, one thing stuck with Harry. A single sentence. He hadn't gone to see Snape specifically. Hogwarts subtly nudged him towards the Potions Master's office and the Force assured him that, that was where he needed to be that night. Knocking on the door lightly, Harry hadn't given any thought to what he was going to say. When the door opened, he merely took a step inside the office.

Instead of berating him for being presumptuous or arrogant, as Harry had come to expect, Snape merely stared at him with a calculating gaze. There was something in Snape' gaze when Harry looked him directly in the eye that made him ask what he did. Snape's answer explained so very much and yet so very little about the dark enigma.

"I never tried."

Harry's only response had been a stuttered rewording of Snape's retort. "N-Never... Never tried?"

The two sat in silence as they shared the small cache of liquor Snape kept stashed away from his office. No more words were said, none were needed, each left to their own devices, dealing with their own demons in silence, neither judging the other nor drawing comfort from the other's presence.

It was as if neither man was even in the same room.

The sun was beginning to rise in the early hours of the morning when Harry finally stood, placing the glass he'd been nursing the last few hours on the professor's desk. He wordlessly strode towards the door and without so much of a good by he'd opened it, but not before looking back at Snape.

"I'm gonna try."

Snape's reply was a nearly imperceptable nod as Harry walked out of the office.

Harry shook himself from his thoughts. It wouldn't do him any favors to dwell on the past, he could do that later. For now, there was the task at hand. A quick nod to Dumbledore and the entire team was assembled, ready to enter into a tomb that would change or end many lives by the end of the night, Moody, Astoria, Mackrack and Hermione leading the way. He himself was situated towards the center, Ron to his right, half a step behind him and Hannah to his left taking in every detail as they descended into the tomb with Ginny bringing up the rear.

The entire group fit easily within the main antechamber. Directly across the room from them were the massive obsidian doors, the likes that even Goblins and their brand of magic were unable to open, let alone conventional (and in some cases, unconvential) human magic.

Closing his eyes, Harry expanded his senses, focusing on the door. His eyes still closed, he stepped forward, through the small crowd of people ahead of him. He stopped roughly two feet from the door and opened his eyes. With a simple wave of his hand, there was a loud clanging noise that seemed to echo through out the room as suddenly the door began to recede into the threshold.

Without turning around, Harry addressed the others.

"Stay on guard. We don't have any clue as to what types of traps or creatures might be in here," Harry said. "Keep in formation and stay together. Try not to disturb anything in the next room."

Everyone looked at each other at that order. What they all failed to realize was that Harry could here whispers in the next room, beckoning them all closer, lying in wait- ready to ambush them at the slightst hint of provocation.

'Hssiss...' he thought as he listened to them. 'At least they aren't Terrantateks... Or worse...'

"Lumos," Harry whispered as he stepped into the room beyond, his wand pushing back the darkness, if only slightly.

Like Ron had commented earlier, he had a bad feeling about this.